“FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP CALLING ME HYPNOPLONE YOU FORK-TAIL! FUCKING SCHEIßE!” A female plane pony yelled out loud, exasperated and angry at a certain plone friend nearby, the latter, a P-38 Lightning, just laughed out loud at her friend’s mood and quickly ran away, not wanting to be the target practice for Mk-108 mine shells.

“Gottverdammt, you guys suck, how many times I have to say it’s an IFF marking?!” the plane pony added, pointing at her nose, then afterwards letting out a little “Hmph” and walking away, pissed off.

But there was no quietness for the Bf-109G plane pony, as suddenly another figure approached her, almost colliding eachother, though thankfully the latter, a P-47 Thunderbolt plone, skidded a bit before abruptly stopping in her path, almost slipping.

“Oh… hey 109G…” the P-47 said, it was clear from his message that he hadn’t a good time of sleep since a long time, because he was quite tired. “Um… are… are you the hip…hippoplone everyone is talking about?” he asked, wondering.

…The alluded 109G didn’t take that nicely, atleast considering her completely stern face that just spoke ‘For real? You too?’, then she proceeded to reply him “No, I’m not a hippoplone neither a hypnoplone, and I swear I don’t know who invented that.” she said, irritated, facehoofing lightly.

“Oh…” the American plone said in a relatively somberly tone, though it was most likely just him being tired. “Well… could… could you help me?” he asked, then continued, “I… It’s awkward… but I kinda need… you to hypnotize me… or atleast that’s what says in this book…” he said, looking down towards the mentioned book that he held on his chest.

“…” There was a loud silence as the German plone just stood there, rather confused more than irritated. “Okaay…” she said, then, after gathering her thoughts, she spoke, “Hypnotize you? For what exactly?”, wondering what the fighter counterpart would need that for…

“It’s… it’s just that… this books says hipposis…err.. hypnosis… helps with stress… and I’ve been so stressed lately… that I can’t even stress… I mean sleep…” he said, looking again at the book, searching the page where he found it, and shortly afterwards showing it to the camouflaged plane pony to prove his point.

“Alright…” the Bf-109 said, still confused. “And how exactly I’m supposed to help you? Why you don’t take sleeping pills like everybody else?” she asked, still bewildered by the request, in all her life she wasn’t expecting someone to come at her to hypnotize someone, much less a friend.

“Err… I don’t know… here it says that… swurls… I mean, swirls that rotate are a good way to… er… hypno people… And have you seen sleeping pills for giant ponies ever?” the P-47 replied towards her, not even being able to pronounce some words correctly. “…Just… read this book… here it says how to…” he said, giving the ‘How to hypnotize plones for dummies’ book to her.

The first thing she did after receiving the book was chuckling lightly at the title of it, then opening it on the page where it said the information required to use rotating spirals. “Blah blah blah, rotate the swirl at approximately blah speed and blah… say the magic words… blah blah” she said, skip-reading the book to have a general idea what to do “…I… I guess I can help a friend… But… I doubt this works…” she said, looking downwards, feeling slightly bad that most likely she couldn’t help him.

“I hope it does… between you and me, I barely can identify USA roundels from German roundels…” he joked lightly, smiling, the Bf-109 letting out a giggle at the joke. “Well, that sure is being tired” she said, then she turned her attention back to the book, sitting down on the soft grass, and holding the book with both hooves, her American companion also sitting down in front of her.

“So… er… step 1 for rotating swirls… rotate the swirl… wow… thank you Sherlock” the German plone said sarcastically, looking at the instructions, then proceeding to start on her inline engine on her nose, the spinning spiral starting to move and move slowly, the propeller blades gently rotating around the axis. “Okay… step 1 complete… so… P-47, focus on… my propeller” she said, stopping slightly before the ‘my propeller’ part, it was such an odd sentence she never expected to say ever that she actually needed to rehearse it on her mind to know she was saying the right thing.

The Thunderbolt companion, meanwhile, nodded slightly at the order and just stared at her nose, the 30mm cannon pointing directly between his eyes, but he wasn’t afraid at all, he just focused on how the swirl rotated and rotated… and rotated… “Heh… your propeller is cute…” he idly teased while he watched, the alluded Bf-109 blushing lightly at the compliment.

“Er… so… step two… say the magic words…” she said, looking at the book, yet still pointing her face and propeller at the P-47. Shortly afterwards, she raised her left hoof and pointed at her nose-swirl, the right one still holding the book at the required page. “Err… okay…” she started, slightly anxious, and reading the page. “Now… er… stare at my eyes… no wait… my propeller, focus on how it spiiiiins… this is kinda dumb…” she said, noting the last part for herself.

“OoooOooo, your propeller…” the American fighter teased idly while paying attention to the moving spiral. “SpoooOooky” he added, giggling lightly and successfully making the German fighter giggle too.

“So… okay… keep staring… now… where I was… oh yeah… Let the swirl rotate as you watch it… You’re under my cont-No wait, wrong magic words” she said, noticing that wasn’t what she wanted, and turning the page. “Oh, here it is… so… let the swirl wipe clean your poor troubled miiiiiind… ooooOOOooo… don’t think about anything else but the swirl…” she said, feeling on the insides that she was glad no one was watching her or it would be embarrassing.

“Now… relaaaax…. Breathe deeply and evenly… and focus on the swirl” she added, still looking at the P-47 directly “You are relaxed… stress is all gone…” she added, pointing again at the propeller.

“Heh…” was the only thing the P-47 said, still looking at the propeller and following the instructions of his friend, shortly after a while, he felt relaxed himself… he felt on ease… and before any of the two noticed the Thunderbolt plone suddenly fell on forwards, taking the Bf-109 with it, the German plane pony suddenly being tackled by a sleeping plone and falling to the ground on her back.

“Eeeek. Bad touch, bad touch dude.” The still awake Bf-109 said to the sleeping P-47 in a slightly joking manner, but the latter didn’t listen as he just cuddled closer to her and hugged her tightly like if she were a plushie. The German counterpart tried to free off the cuddle plone but to no avail, since everytime she tried to get away the other plane pony just hugged her more. Soon she stopped trying, and just gave up, lying completely on the grass, the P-47 still cuddling her, soundly asleep. “I… had no idea this would work…” she said to herself loudly, looking at the book on the ground next to the two. “Well… sweet dreams I guess…” she said, unsure what to do now, and just decided to go along and sleep with the P-47, hugging him back. She could bet 1000 Reichsmarks that the P-47 was going to be confused of what happened when he awakened…

…

Meanwhile… far but not so far, two American plane ponies saw the German/American couple cuddling and snuggling eachother, and one of them, a familiar P-38 Lighting, said loudly while laughing. “I KNEW SHE WAS A HYPNOPLONE, I TOLD YOU!”, at the same time pointing at himself to punctuate his excitement. His companion, a P-51 Mustang, just made a rather cute facehoof and giggled.

Little doodle I did of a Messerschmitt Bf-109G-6/U4 (Gustav, the one that had the 30mm MK-108 as Motorkanone), because a friend dared me to draw the IFF swirl marking of late Luftwaffe aircraft like if it were some hypnotist’s swirl, look how it spiiiiiiins, oooOoOoo. Being serious though, the painting of the plone is based on that geometrical/straight camouflage pattern of aircraft the Luftwaffe used and the cute little fangs are because I wanted to make her cuter.

The swirl behind the plone was the hardest, ahh, darn it you malign spiral! Confusing me while I draw!

Also, stare on the propeller, take deep breaths, and relax with the hypnopropeller :P

And don’t hate me, I don’t know nothing about hypnosis at all ;-;