>You both finally finish up, all ready to trot off to the party.
"Thanks again for letting me use your bathroom, Pinkie. I really needed that after... well, you know~."
>Cue trademark Pinkie Pie gigglesnort. You internally reflect on how adorable that is.
>"Oh, stop~! It's the least I can do for the newest member of the 'Pinkie Pie's Super Bestest Friends' club; specially after everything he's done for me~! But there is one itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny question I wanna ask before we go..."
>Smile a tad, confident you can answer any question she might have.
"Okay, shoot!"
>Pinkie Pie's mane straightens again, tone suddenly becoming deadly serious.
>"Are you gonna try funny stuff like that with the other members of the club? And I'm pretty sure you know what five I'm talking about..."
>Your eyes become pinpricks and your body starts quivering.
>Please dear sweet Faust above, don't let her turn on me when things are going so well.
"U-uh... m-m-mmmmaybe if they want it? I'm not the kind of pony that'll ever make somepony do what they don't want to..."
>Cue terrible poker face while Pinkie scrutinizes your answer, afraid of what's to come.
>You blink incredulously as her hair poofs up again and she suddenly chirps out:
>"Okie dokie lokie! Fair enough, I guess... and just between you and me... I get the feeling I'm not the only one of the 6 who needs something like that... and I'm preeeeetty sure I'm not the first of the 6 to get something like that from you~..."
 
>You take a moment to make sure your blood's stopped running cold... and are immediately greeted with facial warmth.
"Y-yeah... was I that obvious with her?"
>Pinkie shrugs. "Not really; I only had a feeling because I've known her so long... but I hope you were more... gentle with her."
"Oh, of course... for her, I didn't even think about my own pleasure..."
>She smiles, seemingly pleased with your answer.
"Pinkie... I want you to promise me that you won't mention what I've done so far to anypony until I'm ready. You know you six have dealt with enough villains capable of icky mind control that Twilight will assume the worst of my lovely hypnosis... just a big mess to try and stop somepone who wants to have fun and spread bliss, not take over the world. Capisce?"
>You breathe a sigh of relief as she ''Pinkie'' promises.
>"Yeah, Ticki-Tocki. I can tell you're not a bad pony; just somepony who wants to help when responsibility and life stuff makes the smiles go away, right?"
"Precisely. Now, shall we be off?"
>"Okie dokie lokie!"
>You trot off to the party with Pinkie, humming along with whatever tune she's getting out of her head.
 
>You stare into the party room, surprised at the turnout and the quality of a party thrown on such short notice.
"Wow... guess this is one way to get to know Ponyville at large. I can understand why a pony wouldn't want to leave this town..."
>Pinkie nods, perking up when she sees a group of people trying to get her attention. "I'll catch ya later, Ticki-Tocki. Enjoy the party, and your stay here in Ponyville!"
>You nod back, waving a tad as she trots off, blinking at the sound of a more posh voice behind you.
>"Aha! I take it you're Ticka-Tock, the guest of honour at this lovely party Pinkie's thrown?"
>You whirl around to behold the sight of the debonair marshmallow pony known as Rarity, showing off some fabulous design.
"Why yes, I am. Clock-maker from Canterlot, here on vacation. And you must be Rarity; and might I say, mademoiselle, nothing I've seen or heard can do your radiance justice."
>You pause to grab her left forehoof with telekinesis and bring it up, craning your neck down to kiss it as Rarity blushes and titters from the flattery.
>"My, what a charmer~..."
"Anypony of your status more than deserves the praise."
>You spend the party talking to everypony, but mainly Rarity. You bump into both Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, but each of them figure out the bulk of your focus is on Rarity now. You do give them both an apologetic glance, which they reply to with an understanding nod.
>You realize you could very well get used to this town.
>You offer to accompany Rarity home after the partygoers disperse, and are pleased to hear she accepts.
>You mentally prepare to have the door gently closed in your face...
>...only for it to remain open.
>"...Well? Do you have somewhere else to be, good sir?"
"Not at all, my good mare. I'd be honored to join you inside."
>Trot inside, gently closing the door behind you.
 
>"Ticka-Tock, I can't help but think there's something... special about you... I've had hoofkissers before, but you're... genuine about it, almost."
"...Well... there is one special thing about me... y'know, other than the whole 'clock-maker' thing..."
>"Really? And what might that be...?"
"Well... I dabble a tad in... recreational hypnosis?"
>You can see the disgust in her face and voice as that strikes a chord.
>"...Hypnosis? Isn't that the dreadful sort of magic vermin like Discord use to make poor mares go completely gaga over a big, dumb rock?"
>Watch as she looks away and blushes, seeming like she picked at an old wound.
"A common mistake to make, but no. What you're thinking of is mind control: a magic that is based in hypnosis, but is distinct in that it wholly suppresses and supplants the victim's will. Make sense?"
>You smile as Rarity nods. "It... It does... and you dabble in finding out exactly where the line can be drawn, then?"
"...Something like that. I mainly use it to help ponies... mentally take a load off; something I could very much see a busy seamstress-slash-gem-hunter needing, if you'll pardon my bluntness."
>You can just tell that Rarity is considering your offer. "Y-you're sure I'll be in control the whole time?"
"Positive. This won't feel ''anything'' like Discord's mental mayhem, I promise."
>You pull out your pocketwatch, letting it spin around for Rarity.
 
>"My, that is a beautiful watch. Did you make it yourself?"
"No, actually; I got it from my father, who got it from his father who got it from his father and so on... an heirloom, if you will. And this watch can do more than simply keep time..."
>You use your magic to dim the lights, open the pocketwatch, and shine a ball of blue light in a VERY specific spot on the watch.
>You smirk as blue light dances all over the walls, floors, and ceiling.
>"Oh my... such a dazzling show!" Rarity exclaims, absolutely awestruck.
"I'm glad you like it... you really work hard... and you're so giving... now it's time to get something ''back''..."
"...and the best part is... you don't even have to do anything... just... watch the pretty lights... let them help you... let go..."
>"...Pretty... lights... help... me... let... go..."
"Thaaaaaaaaaaat's right... just let your body... take a deeeeeeeep breath..."
>Rarity slowly takes in that deep breath, and you interrupt just as she fills her lungs.
"Goooood... try holding it for... just a second... before you slowly let it... seeeeeeeeeeeeep out..."
>Rarity does just that, holding her breath for the tiniest of moments before letting out her breath in a drawn-out satisfied sigh.
"Very good~... how did that feel?"
>Rarity takes another breath, cooing out "Goooooooooooooood..."
"Wonderful... and it's so easy... to just... let yourself... breathe... so calmly... so slowly... so deeply..."
>"Uhhhhhh..."
>"Hhhuhhhhhhh..."
>You let her breathe a couple more times without saying anything, letting the exercise and the lights do their work.
"Gooooooood girl... getting so... sleeepy~..."
>Smile as her eyelids flutter.
>"Sleeeeeeepyyyyyyyyy..."
"Good girl... then how about you..."
*click* "SLEEP for me, hm?"
 
>You chuckle as you see the "world-class swooner" moniker wasn't unwarranted.
>She's actually sort of... adorable when she does that.
>But now's not the time to reflect. Now is the time to bring her deeper.
"Rarity?"
>"Mmm?"
"You've been in elevators before, have you not?"
>"Mhm..."
"Goooood... then I want you to... imagine yourself now... in an elevator... on the 10th floor..."
"The shiny doors in front of you... the gentle music all around... the numbers over the door... ready to count down your floors... do you see it?"
>"Mhm..."
"Gooood... then when I say 'go', you'll feel the elevator... take you down... deeper..."
"As it does... you'll count down... with the elevator..."
"And between every floor will be the word... 'deeper'..."
"Do you understand, Rarity?"
>"'Go'... elevator... down... deeper... count... 'deeper'..."
"Gooooood... then... ''go.''"
>Smile as she counts herself right into her deepener.
>And when she hits "1"...
*click* "Sleeeeeeeeep."
>Rarity ragdolls before your very eyes, drooling noticeably.
>You install the "Sleep" trigger, and then start to wonder what you're really here for.
"Rarity? Why did you invite me in?"
>"Kyuryish bou' chu..."
"Is that really it~?"
>"...Mmmmmmmebbe wannid s'm fuuuuuun~..."
>You chuckle.
"Well... we can still have that fun~... you're a grown mare... I'm a grown stallion... we can make decisions for ourselves, hm?"
>"Mmmmmmmmhmhmhmhmhmhm~..."
"Even now... you can't help the naughty thoughts... galloping through your head... can you?"
>"Mm-mm, hmhmhm~..."
"And I bet you feel like you can... trust me with one... can't you?"
>"Mmmmmmmmm... ev'ryone luvs my... p'llo plot... 'n' 'm kyuryish bou' how i' feelsh~..."
>So, she knew her reputation as "Marshmallow Flank"... and she was interested in exploring it~...
"I see... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested..."
"...but I meant what I said..."
>You magi-grope her marshmallow cheeks.
"...feel free to stop me..."
 
>Her wanton moan is indication enough for the both of you.
>You start rubbing your semi-hard cock along those cheeks, using your magic hands to keep them (and her) steady.
"Ooooooh... I can feel you shudder... so wonderful, isn't it~?"
>"Yeeeeeessssssshhhhhhhh..."
"And it hasn't even started..."
>"Buhh?"
>How cute. She really thought that was it.
>You coat your cock in a magical lubrication before easing it into the marshmallow hole that some ponies have kept themselves up at night fantasizing about.
>You revel in her pleasured screams.
"My, such a naughty mare you are~..."
>"U-uhh?"
"Letting someone you barely know... fuck you in the plot like this... taking such pleasure from it, too..."
"...so tell me... who's a naughty mare?"
>"I... I..."
>You briefly consider backpedaling before she moans and husks out:
>"Imma naughty mare."
"Gooooooooooooood girl... and you love being a naughty mare~..."
"Wuv bein naughty mare~..."
>You create a magic construct in the shape of your cock, shoving it in her needy slit and thrusting it like the real thing in her plot.
>What was it about sex that made every single shriek a symphony to the ears?
"I bet you're close... aren't you, naughty mare~?"
>You smirk as Rarity can only nod as her voice continues to scream and gasp and moan.
"So am I... and you're going to love it when I... cum inside your plot... how much do you want that~?"
>Watch as she shudders, gasping and moaning more.
"Who's a naughty mare?"
>"Imma naughty mare..."
"Who's a naughty mare~?"
>"Imma naughty mare!"
"'''''Whooooo's''''' a naughty mare~?"
>"'''''Iiiiiimma naughty mare!'''''"
"Gooooooood girl... now... feel my cum inside you... help... you... cum... toooooooooo~~..."
>You almost swear you hear glass break from her orgasmic wail.
 
>Dear sweet Faust, that was the most incredible thing.
>"Rehruhdee... gewd notty poenee?"
>You hear her murmur that in what can only be described as a cum-drunk stupor.
"Rarity... '''''wonderful''''' naughty pony~."
>You hear her respond with a weary, pitchy giggle.
>You can't help but fabricate a mirror so you can watch her eyes practically spinning in her head.
>You gently pull your cock out and set to work covering your tracks, using magicks to repair any major damage to that hole and get most of the cum (yours and hers) out from where it shouldn't be and safely disposed of.
>You then bring her to her room, spooning yourself around her, facing her away from the door.
>Throw the covers on when you hear the door creak.
>You crane your neck around to see a half-asleep little filly... doesn't even have her cutie mark yet.
>...This might be bad.
"Hey there, kiddo. What's the matter?"
>"Who are you? ...Friend of Rarity's?"
"Yeah, I am... Ticka-Tock's the name; pleased to meet you, uh...?"
>"Sweetie Belle. Just wanted to see what the matter was... big sis woke me up with her screaming and I couldn't get back to bed."
"We're fine, Sweetie Belle. We were just playing... a grown-up game and your big sister got a bit... excited."
>"...Is... that the same grown-up game Mom and Dad play? 'Cause... that's why I sleep here a lot..."
"...Something like that. Sorry to wake you..."
>"S'fine... just... don't make a habit out of it... g'night..."
"Pleasant dreams, Sweetie Belle."
>Once she's closed the door behind her, you feel as though you handled that as well as can be expected.
>You return your attention to Rarity, cooing sweet nothings into her ears until you both lose consciousness.