Title:           Adventures of Ticka-Tock, Chapter 4: Not Quite Cum-plete
Author:          Numbuh214
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First Edit:      Friday 3rd of October 2014 02:59:26 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 4th of March 2015 03:39:07 PM CDT

>You wake up to the tantalizing aroma of breakfast. Mmmmmm pancakes...
>You also realize that the bed is shy one pony, and grumble awake, freshening up a tad before looking for her.
>(You are, of course, impressively careful to not leave too much of a mess in the bathroom of a lady like Rarity.)
>You trot in to see Rarity and Sweetie Belle chatting on about something or other. Sweetie Belle's look of disgust confuses you... until you remember the last little part of last night.
>...Uh-oh.
>"Oh, T-ticka-tock! My little sister and I were just talking about you, haha... well... not so much you as, um..."
"...Yeah, I think I know where this is going; obviously nothing I haven't gone through myself, and I'm fairly certain she knew a lot more than you expected, from what little I learned last night... I'd, um... be happy to help... or uh... come back later...?"
>Rarity lets her mouth hang open in indecisiveness before Sweetie Belle pipes up.
>"...I got an idea: how about we eat those pancakes I helped my big sis make for us before we keep talkin' about it? I don't think I'm gonna be able to eat 'em if this keeps up..."
>You can't help but let out a laugh at the disgust present in her adorably squeaky voice.
"I can second that, and I'm sure Rarity could use the break from talking about it; thank you for the hospitality, by the by."
>"Oh, Ticka-Tock dahling... it's the least I can do... especially after how much of a gentlepone you were last night..."
>"A lady like you deserves nothing less."
 
>Breakfast is pleasant, but largely uneventful.
>As you all finish, you feel the urge to give Sweetie Belle some hard advice for the future.
"Sweetie Belle, was it? ...Look, I know it's not my place to give advice, but I feel a compulsion to tell you this now."
>You glance apologetically at Rarity, who mouths "gentle," and gives you a death glare.
>You nod in reply, taking great care in your choice of words.
"Now... you're gonna start growing up... and so are your friends... and there might be... things you wanna do... with other ponies... maybe colts, maybe fillies... point is... those urges ARE completely natural..."
"Just... make sure you don't let other ponies do something you aren't comfy with."
"And if somepone tries... go to somepone you know... your lovely sister... your parents... your teacher..."
>"...Somepone like you?"
"...If I'm around. I'm only here on vacation... for now, at least. Point is, try let anypone take advantage of you... and... keep in mind that your actions have consequences. Do you understand?"
>"...I think I do, Ticka-Tock. I'll try to take care of myself... so the ponies who care about me don't have to worry about bad ponies hurting me."
"Attagirl."
>You watch as Sweetie Belle trots off cheerily, leaving a sense of satisfaction and an impressed Rarity.
 
>"I just don't understand it... one moment, you're guiding me to... well..."
>You chuckle inwardly as Rarity clears her throat and blushes.
>"...and now, you give my little sister better advice than her own father could... maybe even her own sister, too..."
"What can I say? I'm an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, and surrounded by mystery~... and beside that, being one-dimensional is '''boring'''."
Your turn to clear your throat.
"But, Rarity... I'm sure you've done a fine job of helping your parents raise your sister. The only reason you didn't give her that advice... is because I thought of it first. And I only thought of it first because... I have first-hand experience... at how a young stallion's mind works. I could control my ''own'' urges well enough, thankfully... but my friends growing up..."
>Rarity shudders, only able to imagine the type.
"It's... hard sometimes, to fight the stereotype brought on by my... peculiar tastes... they're afraid... of how easy they think it is... to..."
>You suddenly feel the chin of your dipping snout gripped by foreign magic, brought to look Rarity in the eye.
>You can't help but feel flattered at the adoration present on her face and in her voice.
>"Now you see here, Mr. Ticka-Tock sir, we'll be having none of that! Last night and this morning have been more than enough to prove your reputation to me, at least. And I'm the one who felt the pain of Discord's manipulation the longest..."
>"What's more, don't ''think'' I didn't notice the looks you gave Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy back at the party~... if your time with them was anything like your time with me, I'm sure they'd agree with me a hundred percent."
"...Thank you, Rarity. Kind words from dear friends are all that keep me from crossing that line sometimes..."
>"We all need somepony in our lives, Mr. Ticka-Tock. And I heard that 'for now'... if you decide to take up permanent residence and you need a place to stay... or help moving things about... I could certainly pull a few strings..."
"...And people think the Element of Generosity made a mistake choosing you. Here's what I feel tempted to offer in response: you, and all five of your Element friends, are each getting a custom-built clock, on my bit. It's the least I can do for such exemplary mares -- no, exceptional ''ponies'' -- as yourselves."
>Rarity titters. "I hope you don't terribly mind if I procure some of my own materials for them... or mine, at least. Wouldn't have the 'Rarity' touch without it~!"
>You let out a chuckle.
"Can't argue that..."
>You both share a laugh for a time.
 
>You stand on the porch of the Carousel Boutique, just about to set out on your merry way.
>"...Well, as much as I'd love to trot about Ponyville with you... I have some work to do. I dearly hope I see you again before your departure, though~..."
"I understand completely. And if you want somepone to talk about me with... make sure you tell Pinkie she's not breaking her Pinkie Promise to me; she'll understand."
>You drink in Rarity's titter a little bit more.
"...But hey, before I go... you wouldn't happen to remember that cloud-walking spell, would you?"
>"I'm afraid I don't, dahling. I'm the only pony who didn't have that spell cast on her."
"Then, I believe I know where my next stop is..."
>Your smug smirk is wiped off your face as you remind yourself of recent events.
"...Wait... does Ponyville... have a back-up library yet?"
>You join Rarity in looking to the floor, observing a moment of silence for the Golden Oak.
>"Well... it's been hard work for Twilight, but... she's kept a tireless record of every single book in that old tree, and is getting every single one either replaced or reproduced to the best of her ability. ...But nothing will replace the memories..."
>"Anyway... she's opened a sector of her castle to the public as a temporary library, working much the same way it did before. She's even declared permanent amnesty on any books that were checked out... in Golden Oak."
"I see... then off to the castle I go, then."
>"Shall I call ahead and clear things up with anypony?"
"No need; I'd rather the Princess not worry about some..."
>You put on your best "diabolical" voice.
"...evil stallion trying to systematically corrupt the Element Bearers and take over the world..."
>Cue return to your normal speaking voice.
"...when no such pony is here; to my knowledge anyway."
>You elicit one last giggle from Rarity. "And people say I have a tendency to be dramatic. Best of luck~..."
>You chuckle, kissing her cheek before trotting off, a song in your heart.
 
"Let's see... cloud-walking, cloud-walking..."
>"Can I help you?"
>You turn to see precisely the purple pony you've set your sights on.
"Ah, just the mare I was looking for! I was looking for a book on a cloud-walking spell... I'm told Cloudsdale is fairly close to Ponyville, and I'd like to see the sights there a tad before I go back to Canterlot."
>Twilight nods, expression going solemn. "Unfortunately, the book you're looking for..."
"...Let me just say, even though I'm not a citizen of Ponyville, I cannot apologize enough. Nopone deserves... that."
>"I... thank you for your kind words, but that doesn't solve either of our problems. If you'd like, I could show you that spell personally; I've been told this egg head's pretty good at remembering stuff like that."
"A most generous offer, but I feel compelled to make it worth your while; maybe after you're done teaching me that, I can teach you a little about something I've dabbled in. Fair?"
>"Hmmmm... knowledge for knowledge... fair enough!"
>Skill acquired: Cloud Walking.
>"Very good! If I might say so, you're a natural at this. But it's getting late... you might wanna save Cloudsdale for tomorrow, if you can."
"Yeah, I've got plenty of time. And I need to uphold my end of the bargain anyway."
>"Hmm... I don't think we have enough daylight for you to teach me much."
>You smirk.
"Did I say we needed daylight? It's actually something I wouldn't mind being indoors for anyway... if you wouldn't mind, of course..."
>"Hmm... I think I can make time."
"Thank you, your Majesty."
 
>Trot off with Twilight into her private quarters.
>"All right... now what is that 'little something you've dabbled in,' if I might ask?"
"Well... in my spare time, I've dabbled in the art of... hypnosis."
>Twilight gasps, horn glowing slightly and brows furrowing. "You mean like what turned my friends against me, nearly bringing Equestria into a state of permanent chaos, ''and'' almost turned my brother into a slave for the Changeling Queen?"
>You wince a tad at the increasingly icy tone, but play it off; yet another pony needing to know the difference between what they do and what you do. You decide to make your horn glow to provide a distraction as you wax narrative yet again.
"Nononono, that's ''mind control.'' Entirely different; and I agree, entirely icky. But where mind control magically supplants and suppresses the victim's will to varying degrees... hypnosis is a very different thing. It's an entirely natural state that anypony can access."
>"...Go on," she replies, still not entirely convinced.
>You decide to make your own horn glow and sparkle, to serve as a distraction.
"Well, I'm sure a bookworm like you knows the joy of reading a book... getting lost in the words... the characters... the story... getting emotional when something big happens... that's a completely natural state of hypnosis..."
>"I-it is?"
"Indeed it is. And without any icky mind control magic... hypnosis can't make anypony do something against their nature; and I'm pretty sure that covers everything you're worried about. Trust me, I'm not here to conquer anything... only to help a tired Princess to... cast off her burdens... for just a little while... that'd be nice... hm?"
>Her posture returns to a more relaxed stance and her horn loses its glow.
>"I... I have been under a lot of stress lately... but... you're sure I'll be in control?"
"Absolutely. If I do something you don't like... you can say 'no'... and that will be the end of that..."
>"I..."
"I can understand your hesitation, Your Majesty. But you need to learn how to... trust your subjects... not everypony is out to get you... or your circle of friends... sometimes... your subjects just want to... help you..."
>"Help... me...?"
>You notice she's becoming drawn to your horn, following it perfectly as you trot around.
>...The bait has been taken. Now to reel her in.
"Why of course, dear Princess... the life of a Princess is tiring work, isn't it?"
>"Y-yeah..."
"What a relief it would be... to be able to... retreat for awhile... inside of your mind... sounds nice, huh?"
>"N-nice..."
"Thaaaaaaaaat's it... I see you've noticed... the pretty little thing I'm doing with my horn..."
>"Y-your... horn..."
>It's unclear from her tone whether she meant that as a question or a statement, and you're pretty sure she's just as clueless.
"That's right... so pretty... staring into it... lets you just... get into that wonderful mind frame... like reading a book..."
>"Readin'... a book... mmmmmmmm..."
>Her legs are starting to shake. Excellent.
"Thaaaat's it... how about you just..."
>You gently tug her up with your own magic, hiding how surprised you are at how little she's resisting.
"Let your loyal subject... help you to..."
>You hold her inches above her bed, letting your hold on her go with a...
*click* "...sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep~."
 
>You might not be holding it anymore, but you can feel her body just ooze into the bed with that POMF.
"How does it feel, Your Majesty?"
>"Mmmmmmmmmmm... good... kinda like... '''''that'''''..."
>You flinch at the uncontained malice in her voice and open your mouth to try and smooth it over when she continues.
>"...buuuuuut... s'diff'rent... yu w'r rite... feel... in c'ntrol still..."
"You see, Princess? You had nothing to worry about~..."
>"Mmmmmmmmnuffin t'wurry 'bout..."
"Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's right... now... if I might try to help your body further... match your mind..."
>"Sure... tha' w'rks..."
>You smirk, creating two magic hands and cracking them for effect.
>You set to work, dutifully massaging your Princess.
>You can't help but smile, hearing her grateful sighs and... is that the occasional moan?
"How do you feel, Princess?"
>"Gooooooood~..."
"I see... is there anything more I can do for you, your Majesty?"
>"Mmmmmmmmm~... w-well..."
"Please, Princess... don't hesitate because you don't think I'll do it... just let your doubts go... and tell me what you want~..."
>"Ohhh... kay... couldju... move a li'l lower~?"
>You smirk as you realize what you've done, moving your hands lower at the Princess' request until otherwise stated.
>...Soon you're groping plot and the Princess responds with a pleasured moan.
>"Yeaaaaaaaahhhhh... right there~..."
"I see you like that... I'm more than happy to give you a... happy ending~... to this massage..."
>"H-happy ending?"
"You don't know, Princess? Basically... some ponies can find that their... libido is enhanced by a massage...and I think I can see signs of that in you... am I mistaken?"
>"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... nooooooo... so happy ending... helps me... wiffat?"
"Precisely, Princess. So, what do you say?"
>"Mmmmmmmmmm... I like da way yu fink, subjeck."
>She's starting to buy into this fantasy.
>...Just as planned.
>You let your hands start working on that promised happy ending, reveling in the moans you elicit from your Princess.
>"Mmmmmmm... sush a goooooooood subjec'... yer doin' mor fr me 'n I ever done fr you..."
>Holy shit, her grammar's slipping... you smirk as you realize you have her now, so long as you act your part well.
"Well... if you'd like, your Majesty... seeing your body so turned on like this... i-it would have an effect on anypony... a-and well..."
>Absolutely flawless... or at least good enough for her.
>"Mmmmmm... tha's rite... we could boaf haff a happy endin'~..."
>You watch impressed as, even in this tranced-out state, she's able to conjure a magic hand similar to your own and reach down to your crotch and holy Faust that feels good.
"Mmmmmmm... thank you, Princess..."
>"Anyfing f'r a good subjec'..."
"Mmmmmmm... if there's anything more I can do... let me know~..."
>"Hmmmmmmm... couldju... stroke m'belli? Gently pleez..."
"Of course, your Majesty."
>You conjure up another hand to softly stroke her belly as you play with her holes.
>"Ooooooooooooh... tha'ss the tickit... so goooooooood..."
"Are you close, your Highness?"
>"Y-yeah... gett'n there... wha' 'bout you?"
"I can wait... until my Princess wants me to cum... it would be my honor~..."
>"Such a gooooood subjec'... might not haff much long'r t'wait, mmmmmm... moooooreee~..."
>You pick up the pace of the happy ending hands, taking care to keep the other hand stroking gently.
>You let out a moan as her own hand matches the pace of the former two.
>"Ooooooooh... so close~..."
"Then, if I might... make a suggestion... how about we... cum together, Princess~?"
>"Sounds like a plan..."
"Shall I count down, Princess?"
>"Mhmmmmmmmm..."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"O-one..."
*click*
>Your conscious mind reflects on the events as they played out, amazed at how well your orgasms synchronized and echoed off each other... despite being nowhere near each other.
"Princess?"
>"Mmm?"
"You enjoy this state, don't you?"
>"Ohhhh yessshhhh..."
"Gooooood... then how about we... make a deal..."
"Whenever I make... that wonderful click noise... and command you to sleep..."
"...you return to this lovely state... ready to let me help you... okay?"
>"Mmmmmmmmm... oooooookaaaaaaaaaayyy..."
"Goooooood girl..."
>"Mmmmmmmm~..."
>You gently count the Princess awake; you're aware that your hubris is starting to take hold, but you just can't resist adopting a seductive laying pose as the Princess returns to the waking world.
"Did you enjoy, your Majesty~?"
>Well, a pillow to the face is better than a beam of alicorn magic to the head.
>And she giggled, so she totally did.
>"I'll admit, it was... pleasant."
>You cough out the word "understatement" with a smirk, but Princess Twilight ignores it.
>"And I'll also admit that I had hypnosis all wrong... it really is ''mind control'' that leaves a bad taste in the mouth. I'm sorry for not believing you... but you understand why I had my doubts..."
"Oh of course, Princess... you're hardly the first pony I've explained the difference to."
>"...That's where I recognize you from. You're the latest pony Pinkie's thrown a party over... Ticka-Tock the clock-maker, right?"
"The one and only~."
>The pastel purple princess pony before you giggles before saying, "Then after that... you get the privilege of calling me Twilight... in private, at least~..."
>You make your face light up in mock excitement.
"Oh, happy day~!"
>Aaaaaaaand another pillow to the face.
>You laugh with her and cuddle.
>"Ticka-Tock... from the bottom of my heart... thank you. I'm sure I wouldn't have been afraid of hypnosis if there were more ponies like you wielding its power."
"If a Princess were to help me with that... I'm sure that can be arranged."
>"...We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Fair enough. Good night... Twilight..."
>"Good night... Ticka... Tock..."