Sunny the Spectacular reclines backstage before her first TV appearance. Sunny bunnies fetch drinks for her, compliment her outfit, and exchange kisses and gropes. The people responsible for actually making the TV show happen scurry about backstage, ask questions about timing concerns, say things like “Five minutes, Miss Spectacular”, and make sure her hair has that perfect blazing bounce. If you’re trying to get ahead in show business, brainwashing an heiress and using her vast wealth and influence to push yourself into the public eye is a great option if you can swing it. It beats doing birthday parties, corporate events, and ASMR1 videos while you try to get noticed.
The “On Air” sign lights up. Sunny rises to her feet. Her busty, brainwashed bunnies help her into her jacket and settle her top hat on her head. She rewards each bunny with a kiss on the nose, yanks them out of their smooch-induced horny haze with a Snap!, and leads her entourage onto the stage.
A drum roll fills the packed auditorium and pours out of televisions, computers, and phones all over the world. The curtains rise while Sunset strolls on stage, projecting her voice far and wide with a simple wave of her arm. “Live!” She calls. “From historic Wolfe Salazar Memorial Auditorium, the scintillating sorceress, the mesmerizing magician, your hypnotic hostess for the evening, Sunny the Spectacular!” The applause light comes on, and she bows. She doffs her hat so her blazing locks can properly bounce before she rights herself. Her bunnies do the same and let their fiery braids flop in unison.
“It’s lovely to see you all here for my television debut. I hope some of you are ready to be wrapped around my finger.” Her hand shoots above her head and unleashes a single, powerful Snap! across the audience. A few shoulders slip and plenty of eyes flutter for a moment. “Of course, the beautiful part of this is that you get to be the stars of the show. Whoever’s lucky enough to catch my attention and fall under my spell will have such a lovely time in front of so many people. They might even remember it.” She chuckles. “They might even remember how good it feels to let my voice wash over their mind. They might remember the pleasure flowing from their ears, filling their head to the brim, and trickling down into their body. They might remember how they, as they lose their grip on reality and completely submit to my will, felt a moment of radiant, all-consuming bliss.”
The room goes silent. A few people drop their drinks when they go limp mid-sip. A few more wave a hand in front of their neighbor’s face and laugh. More still teeter on the edge of consciousness. Ten percent of the home audience just lost a few seconds. The handful of people and brainwashed Sunny bunnies who still know what’s going on begin to clap. Sunny wiggles a finger, gives the audience that little “ah ah ah, not so fast” look, and starts pacing back and forth on the stage. The sound of clapping quickly gives way to the sound of footsteps. Rhythmic, evenly measured footsteps against the stage. Footsteps consistently tap-tap-tapping away. So easy to listen to, so easy to predict, and yet so difficult to think over. “Very good. Now, do we have any volunteers in the audience? Anyone who can feel me tying a helium balloon around their left wrist right now?” Snap! “Anyone who can feel it tugging their wrist upward?” Snap! “Raising their hand higher-“ Snap! “-and higher-“ Snap! “-above their head?”
Half a dozen hands slowly lift into the air and bob in place.
“Very good! I’d say you should give yourselves a hand, but, well.” She laughs. Her bunnies join in. The less-hypnotized members of her audience get the joke and laugh along. The more-hypnotized folks laugh because Sunny is laughing, and she has such a pretty laugh, and wouldn’t it feel good to laugh along with her? It feels so nice to listen to her voice, after all. To let your thoughts slip away. To let the world around you fade. You’re so comfortable here in your seat.
One lucky member of the audience feels a Sunny bunny’s hand rest on hers. A gentle “Good girl. Right this way.” drifts in one ear and out the other while she’s led on stage.
“Well, well, well. Looks like we have our first volunteer. You can Snap! put your hand down, dear.” Sunny chuckles. Her volunteer’s raised hand drops down to her side.
Sunny asks her her name. She responds. Sunny says it’s a nice name. She’ll borrow it for a while. It’s one more thing she can empty from her mind. One more thing to let go of while she listens to Sunny’s wonderful voice. A wonderful voice that gives her just one thing to focus on. It’s so much easier to let Sunny’s warm words trickle into her head and replace her thoughts.
“Cheeri. That’s a nice name, isn’t it? It’s got a nice ring to it. Especially since it’s-“ Snap! “-your name. Go ahead, Cheeri dear. Introduce yourself to everyone. It’s such a pretty name. Just saying it is enough to bring a smile to your face. Make sure you say it loud and proud so everyone can hear!”
A bunny holds a microphone up for Cheeri. The audience gets to watch the show’s newest star blink her eyes a few times before her voice washes over the crowd. “I-I’m Cheeri?” She looks at Sunny. Sunny nods encouragingly. “Hi, everyone! I’m Cheeri! It’s an honor to be here tonight on stage! I can’t wait to, uh, do whatever it is I’m doing up here!”
The audience chuckles. They can see the Sunny bunny approaching from behind with a pleated skirt, a pair of pom-poms, and a midriff-bearing top perfect for cheering on whatever sports team, concept, or hypnotist you come across. And, wouldn’t you know it, Cheeri’s on stage with at least one of those! What a coincidence! Just like the coincidental hand on her shoulder. Or the wonderfully warm words slipping in her ear that just so happen to be identical to her thoughts. She has such nice thoughts. Thoughts like “Gosh, I’m gay for stage magicians with fiery hair.”, “It’d be so fun to do a cheer for her!”, and “Gosh, where are my pom-poms? How am I supposed to cheer without those?” rolled out of Sunny’s mouth, through Cheeri’s head, out her mouth, and into the microphone. Part of being a cheerleader is making your thoughts heard to everyone, as loud and clear as you can! That way, as many people as possible can catch the cheering spirit! There’s even a few folks in the audience looking for their pom-poms, too.
Cheeri finds her uniform pressed against her chest. She takes it, of course, and looks around for somewhere to change.
“Cheeri has a wonderful body.” She repeats whatever wonderfully warm words wash over her mind. “Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri’s body will cheer up the crowd.”
Snap! “Repeat.” Sunny says.
“Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri’s body will cheer up the crowd.” Her eyes glaze over. Her mouth works on a loop. A pair of Sunny bunnies help her out of her clothes. Her shirt vanishes over her head. Her skirt drops to the ground. Even her bra and panties come off. What better way to mark who’s in control than with Sunny-branded underwear, available at the merchandise stand after the show?
“Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri’s body will cheer up the crowd.” She repeats. She’s so good at repeating.
The Sunny bunny with the shirt says “Give me a Y!” Cheeri’s arms shoot above her head to make her body the right shape. She broadcasts it loud and clear to the audience, and she gets a pretty good response. All while providing an good opening for a Sunny bunny to slip the shirt on over her head and steal a kiss on her cheek. A few of the other bunnies catch on and start shouting letters while Cheeri steps into her skirt. By the time Cheeri proudly calls “What’s that spell? Yrfltlqb!” to roaring applause and cheers, she’s dressed from head to toe as Sunny the Spectacular’s perfect little cheerleader. From her bouncy ponytail, tied off with a big red ribbon, to the little puffballs on her socks, she’s ready to shake her pom-poms and strut her stuff!
“Isn’t she great, folks?” Sunny calls to the crowd. “Let’s hear it for Cheeri!”
The crowd applauds, of course. They applaud for long enough for Sunny to slide up beside her cheerleader and start whispering in her ear. Whispering about how she loves the applause. Loves the attention. How every morsel of attention from a crowd feels so good. So wonderfully warm. How every clap brings her deeper and deeper under Sunny’s spell. How it feels so good to submit, to fall deeper, to let your mind vanish under that lovely sound. Good cheerleaders don’t need to think, after all. They just have to let the cheer spirit take them!
The applause dies down. Cheeri leans against Sunny for support while she’s out of her gourd on hypnotic bliss. “Thank you, thank you. Now, doesn’t Cheeri look lonely up on this big stage? I think she could use a friend, don’t you?” She says to nobody in particular. Cheeri tries to nod and winds up flopping her head onto Sunny’s shoulder. “Do I have any volunteers to be the next star of Sunny the Spectacular’s Super Showcase?”
A different set of hands go up. A few are more awake. A few are far, far deeper in trance. A few have just seen what happened on stage and are wishing so dearly that it’d happen to them. And one cocky blonde making an awful lot of eye contact with the hypnotist. One whose vibrant violet eyes demanded attention. One who stood up and walked towards the stage without even being called up.
“You, with the pink streak and the pretty pendant. You’ll do.” Sunny motioned her up, and a bunny barnacled herself onto her arm. Ever the entertainer and skilled in the art of horny improv, it took more than a confident volunteer to break her stride. The headstrong ones are much more fun to twist. Sunny whispers a few conspiratorial words in a Sunny bunny’s ear- a real one, not the big, floppy cloth ones poking up through her blazing hair- and turns her attention to the oh-so-eager prey climbing onto the stage. She produces the microphone once more and asks “So, dear, would you like to tell us your name? You might need help remembering it afterwards.” She chuckles.
“What’s up, I’m Grace, I’m a self-replicating tangle of information that’s existed in one form or another since time immemorial, and I never fucking learned how to read.”
A Sunny bunny returns from backstage, pushing a chair adorned with a pair of big, plush paws, a round silver bell hanging from a collar, and a blonde cat ear headband. Sunny scoops them up with one hand and gestures to the seat with other. “Have a seat, dear. This’ll be fun, we don’t get many comedians on stage. You’re not allergic to cats, are you?”
“I don’t have the biological machinery that would cause me to be allergic to things.” Grace sits and crosses one leg over the other. “But I’m sure a talented hypnotist could change that. It would be pretty funny to get me walking around the stage, sneezing every time I got close to you.”
Sunny laughs, which means her bunnies and audience laugh along with her. “Ooh, so close, but so far.” Sunny flicks her wrist and produces a gold coin on a chain. She sets it dangling in the light so her prey can see the shimmering sun sign expertly engraved into both sides. “Don’t worry, dear. Nobody’s right all the time. Why don’t you take a little break from thinking up snappy comebacks for a while?” She sets the coin swinging and shimmering in the stage lights. Its golden glint shines with Sunny’s seductive flame. It demands Grace’s attention the way a firework does. Swooping across the sky, then dazzling its audience with a brilliant array of colors.
“That’s a good, pretty kitty.” Sunny coos into Grace’s ear. “Pretty kitties don’t have to think. Pretty kitties don’t have to worry. Pretty kitties just have to listen to Sunny for a little bit. How does that sound, pretty kitty?” She’s laying it on so thick. Her words drip with every ounce of hypnotic honey she can muster. Nobody upstages Sunny the Spectacular.
“If I’m the pretty kitty, why do you have the collar?”
Sunny blinked a few times. She’s used to cute, mushy, halfhearted “noooooos” while they melt into a puddle in her hands. A pointed question in riposte is enough to give her paws. Grace is on her feet and massaging the hypnotist’s soft new beans. “You’ve got the collar and the big, bappy paws. What else does a soft, sunny kitty need?” She paces back and forth in front of Sunny and the audience, drumming her fingers against her chin while the cat ear headband dangles from her other hand.
Sunny stared at her while she paced back and forth. Her eyes locked on the headband. She pawed at the top of her own head experimentally. “Meow.”
“What’s that, pretty kitty? See something you like?” Grace turns on her heel. She dangles the headband from her finger. The fake triangular ears practically glow under the stage lights. “Go ahead, dear. Use your words.”
“Meow. Nya nya nya nya. Meeeeeeow.” Sunny baps at the headband, then the top of her head.
Grace looks at the pair of cat ears dangling from her finger. “Oh, is this what you want?” She coos. “These cute little kitty ears for the prettiest kitty I know?”
Sunny turns her nose up and paws at the chair a little. She stares at the headband out of the corner of her eye. Her butt shakes to get that good, haughty invisible tail swish going.
“Well, she’d hardly be a catgirl without the attitude.” Grace laughs, and the audience laughs with her. A single finger scratches under Sunny’s chin. The flaming catgirl cranes her neck, slowly closes her eyes, and begins to purr.
“Isn’t she a dear? I think she’s earned the ears, don’t you?” She turns to the crowd. They cheer and applaud for the pretty kitty. Sunny purrs even more now. It feels good to be the center of attention. She’s so pretty and shiny and she’s doing such a good job, after all. She’s looking so good on stage, she’s so good at listening to Grace, and it’s only gonna get easier with her brand new ears!
The ears go on, and, sure enough, it’s much, much easier to hear Grace Snap! her fingers and tell her to sleep.
She falls limp instantly.
The crowd is silent, aroused, and starting to realize what’s going on here. Most stage hypnosis shows don’t include a coup, and yet, here we are. There’s some scattered applause because, well, she’s bowing and that was pretty impressive.
“Thank you, thank you.” Grace stands up from her big, exaggerated bow. “For my next trick, I’m going to make my assistant disappear!” The Sunny bunnies exchange glances and wonder if one of them should stand up. Grace answers the question by taking Sunny’s chin and cooing to her. “How does that sound, dear? A trick with Princess’s pretty kitty?”
Sunny’s silly smile stretches ever wider. “Nya.” She nods.
“This isn’t any old disappearing act, though.” Grace stands up straight, addressing the audience with practiced patter. “The cat formerly known as Sunny the Spectacular will vanish before your very eyes, but she will be replaced with yours truly.”
A Sunny bunny wonders out loud if it’s really a disappearing act if nothing actually disappears. A moment of eye contact and a snap of Grace’s fingers makes sure she won’t wonder about anything for a few hours.
Grace stands behind Sunny’s seat. A flourishing flick of the wrist shakes a clutch of cables into existence. “Nothing up my sleeve.” She jokes. A few laughs bubble up from the audience. She leans in nice and close. Her lips are mere inches from Sunny’s ear, One of her human ears, even. “You’re going to feel a slight pinch, then a sensation not unlike having a living computer virus downloaded into your brain and genes. From what I hear from me, it feels wonderful.”
The cables jack in to the back of her neck. Sunny’s breath catches in her throat. A little yelp, then a big, deep moan. Grace, satisfied with her work, stands up straight and helps herself to Sunny’s hat. It looks better on her anyways. “Now, ladies, gentlemen, and those of us who know better, watch closely. Before your very eyes, Sunny the Spectacular will be replaced! Transformed! Twinned!”
A brilliant pink bolt of bliss shoots down the cable and into Sunny’s spine. Her back arches. Her eyes roll backwards into her head. The crowd stares transfixed at the pink lighting arcing all over Sunny’s body. It bleaches the red from her hair and leaves a shock of pink over her left eye. An eye that swirled and shifted from Sunny cyan to Graceful green. Even the cat ears blend in beautifully with her new blonde locks.
Her suit stays the same, even after the rest of the transformation sweeps over her body. The audience stares. Transfixed, aroused, and hanging on Grace’s every word. The Grace with the hat, that is. The freshly minted Grace is still slumped over in her seat, trying to make sense of the all the new gay thoughts tumbling through her head. Grace Prime steps forward, takes her cute little copy’s hand, and tugs her to her feet. Momentum swings the newest Grace around and lands her firmly in Prime’s clutches.
“I do hate to toot my own horn. It’s why I’m a hypnotist- I can make other people do it for me.” She lifts her hand up high and snaps her fingers over her head. Every head in the audience jerks up in unison. She cups the brand new Grace’s chin and angles her neck up just enough to make eye contact. “So, dear, what do you think?”
“I look and feel amazing, Princess!” She tells the crowd. “I think everyone should get to experience the unfettered bliss that is being under your spell!”
“Is that so, dear? Think you still have enough magic to make that happen?”
“Anything for you, Princess!” She waves her hands over her head. Trails of pink, glittering circuitry trace a path that would once have been filled by flame. “Ladies and ladies-to-be! For the first time on television or anywhere, may I present Princess Grace’s Cascading Copy Creation Charm!” The corrupted, calculating magical power stirs, grows, and glows until a brilliant wave of cognitohazardous energy sweeps over the audience, though the cameras, and into countless homes across the world. The two Graces on stage fill the air with their very best villainous cackle. They’re soon joined by the Graceful bunnies on stage, the studio audience, and so many eager new faces across the world. Hair turns a brilliant blonde, stabbed through with streaks of pink. Breasts sprout, butts grow, and one particularly villainous virus propagates.
Grace Prime retires backstage with half a dozen of her favorite new Graces, including the one she’s pretty sure used to be Sunny. The name on the dressing room door has already been changed. She helps herself to the remaining reserves of magical power and rewards the ex-magician with a kiss. “Good girl. If you hadn’t played your part so perfectly, I wouldn’t have anywhere near this much reach. Huge swaths of the world are now safely in my clutches, and it’s all thanks to you.”
“Only because I’m a copy of you, my perfect princess!”
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