This Kitty's Got Claws

—it’s nice to not have to bother making trivial decisions anymore. I’ve always been better with work than relaxing. So it’s nice that she takes control when we’re off duty. Deciding what we’ll do together, what we’ll eat for dinner, where we’ll go… I don’t have to worry what to do when I get off a shift anymore. I can just find Mya and she’ll tell me what she thinks we should do. My thoughts are all my own, of course. But it just makes sense to do what she says instead of wasting my own time thinking about these things. She’s smarter than me anyway, so it makes sense to let her make the decisions. She can help—

“—reclaim our rightful place above all others. We, naga, who are born to make decisions, born to lead, born to—”

—change. She really has changed a lot since I met her. To think she was so starstruck and naive when we first met. She was so excited to meet other heroes, so quick to follow my lead in fights. But it makes more sense this way, for her to take the lead. With her brain and her powers, she’s more equipped to lead. Maybe she hasn’t changed at all. Maybe this new Mya is the real Mya. One that was just hidden away and needed to be realized by her. And now that she’s realized it, everything has fallen into place. It’s only right for her to lead. Only right for her to be in charge. Deep down, she’s been this way for—

“—hundreds of years, we are finally close to unlocking what was locked away so long ago. The power of the naga empire courses through our veins. And it’s not just—”

—at work. She’s so confident all the time now. She always knows best, especially when it comes to me. It’s like she knows my thoughts better than I do. She always knows what I want and need. Before I even realize I want or need anything. She knows when I want to take her out for a nice meal, or when I want to spend the day sleeping after a long shift, or when I want to spend time at the base with her to help her finish her patrol reports. I’m really glad she’s become more confident. More in charge. It just feels so right. She should be in charge of—

“—every facet of daily life. We are gaining control over the every day people, we are gaining control in so many little ways, that soon enough we will be in charge of all things. Not only—”

—more in charge, though. She’s also gotten closer to me in other ways. She’s so forward now. So teasing. It’s cute, really. She calls me ‘fox’ and every time she does, it makes my heart race. It makes me fall for her a little more every time I do what she says. Knowing she loves me enough to tell me what to do, to use her smarts to make my life better. And her eyes… her eyes are so beautiful. She likes when I gaze into them. They’re… purple, maybe? Or are they yellow? I don’t know, but they’re beautiful. I love looking at them. They make me feel… welcomed—

“—into the fold. She has been preparing to take on the responsibilities of a member of the naga empire. She has been training and developing—”

—these changes in her. Everyone’s noticed. We’re like a family here, if something changes then everyone notices. But Janus especially has taken an interest in Mya’s ability to lead. He’s always taking it upon himself to train her personally. To teach her more about her powers and what she can do. Her illusions have gotten much stronger with his help. And so has her confidence in her decisions. She doesn’t just suggest things anymore, she tells us exactly what to do. And it’s good, you need that sort of decisiveness in a leader. She really—

“—has been enlightened, like all of us before her. I have opened her mind, the way our minds were opened. I have brought her into the truth of what it means to be a naga, what we must do, what we are. It’s not—”

—easy to come by. It’s not something just anyone can learn. It’s innate. Natural. Janus and Mya were born to lead, just like I was born to follow. I’ve been enjoying my job so much more now that I don’t have to call all the shots all the time. It’s much easier to follow someone else’s plan. It’s much easier to follow Janus and Mya.

“Now, prepare the thrall.” Janus speaks the command, but like all his other words it slips right past Kolt’s consciousness.

Like now. I would never have thought to reward Mya like this. Whatever Janus is planning is sure to be amazing. I don’t know why he needed me to kneel and be blindfolded, but I don’t need to know. Because Janus is trustworthy. And it’s worth it to celebrate Mya’s newfound confidence too! I don’t need to listen to him talk, I just need to kneel here.

The sudden light stings Kolt’s eyes as the blindfold is pulled from him. He blinks a few times, eyes landing first on Janus, then on a crowd of nagas, and finally on Mya. All are wearing the same hooded robes, black and thick. Kolt opens his mouth to speak to Mya, to ask if she’s enjoying her surprise and maybe ask what exactly it is. But Janus speaks first.

“Do not speak, fox.” He commands, pendant flashing in the light and catching Kolt’s eye. “Do not interrupt the ritual.”

Kolt closes his mouth obediently. Had he tried, he would’ve found himself incapable of disobeying. But as it is, he trusts Janus too much to do anything but continue to kneel in the centre of the large room and watch the ritual take place. The room itself is one Kolt has never seen before. He isn’t sure whether or not it’s in the base, as he still struggled to find his way around the winding halls and he certainly hadn’t yet seen every room it had to offer. But the ceiling is vaulted and the walls are patterned much like the walls in the base. Janus’ voice echoes around once more as he explains the ritual to Mya.

“When we unlock your powers and bring you to your full potential, that is when your powers will be at their strongest. It is intense, and you must have a thrall to unleash your powers on so they do not consume you. They will become yours, utterly and completely. You will tame their mind and bring them to their proper place below you. Do not hold back, and do not fear. Just let the power run through you.” As he speaks, some of the other naga begin to circle Mya. Kolt can’t see what they’re doing, but a low humming chant emanates from the group. Whatever it is, the ritual feels powerful and the air hums with energy.

“What if I hurt him?” Mya’s voice is almost what Kolt remembers from their first meeting, devoid of most of that newfound confidence. But only for a moment, her powerful aura returning as the ritual continues.

“Don’t fear. You won’t hurt him. Blue took the full force of my powers, Kolt can take yours.” Janus assures her, looking into her eyes with a reassuring smile. “You’re a naga, you must take your place.”

Mya nods. “I’m a naga, I must take my place.”

“And where is that place?” Janus asks, as the chanting grows louder.

“A naga’s place is above all others.” Mya responds with full conviction.

“And why is that?”

“Naga are superior to all. We must strengthen the naga empire at all costs.”

Janus continues to question her, and she responds with practised ease. But Kolt can no longer hear what’s being said over the droning chant. Not that he minds. He isn’t here to listen in or learn anything. He’s here to support Mya and nothing else. The chanting and circling make his head fuzzy and he feels a creeping yawn that never seems to come as he watches the ritual with unfocused eyes. Whatever is going on doesn’t concern him, and he trusts the nagas to know better than him.

Finally, the chanting comes to a stop. The other nagas retreat, leaving Janus standing in front of Mya, staring deep into her eyes. “Arise, my sister.” His voice booms impressively, rolling around the room like thunder. “Let go of your fears. Your worries. Your inhibitions. Let go of all that holds you back from true power. Shed all weakness, slither from it fresh and new. Full of power, your full potential unleashed!”

At his final word, there’s a burst of applause. He steps back, and Kolt can see Mya clearly now. Her body undulates with power, fingers flexing with barely restrained strength as she sways in place. Her arms stretch out at her sides, palms up and face tilted towards the ceiling as though she stands out in the rain trying to catch the drops. She basks in her newfound powers, and Kolt is awestruck by the sight of her. Strong, revelling, completely consumed by the power running through her. As she basks in the feeling, two naga come forward to loop a cobra’s hood pendant around her neck. The same one they all wear. The one that makes Kolt smile and feel safe.

She slowly opens her eyes, bringing her gaze down to meet him. “Look into my eyes.”

Kolt doesn’t have time to think before he’s hit with the command. Usually it’s a slow and gentle drop. His conscious mind drifting away to let his subconscious take in new commands. But Mya’s powers are fresh, the strongest they will ever be, in this very moment. The drop is sudden, one moment Kolt is there and the next he isn’t. Mya’s eyes swirl with colour, and Kolt is lost. He’s drowning. He’s gone.

Her power reaches deep into him, probing at his mind with ease. It’s not a puzzle for her to solve, or a lock for her to open. It’s nothing more than a toy under her new power. It’s barely any effort for her to strip his mind down, preparing it to become hers entirely.

He feels it. He feels the way she gently carves off bits and pieces of his brain. It feels as though she’s put a scoop into his skull, slowly working it around his brain to separate it from the rest of him. It’s like his brain is floating loose, and with every passing moment she scrubs it cleaner and smoother. Taking away his memories, his powers, his ability as though it’s the easiest thing in the world.

It doesn’t hurt. There’s no fear or pain. Just a blissful awareness that soon enough he will be cleansed of all things Kolt and will be nothing more than what Mya wishes him to be. He feels her pull at his memories, gently peeling them from him. His childhood. His adolescence. Developing his powers. Learning to use them. His first job. His first kiss. His first breakup. Joining Janus’ team. Working with Mya. His arrival at the ritual and his time kneeling.

She’ll sort through them later. Decide which to return to him, and which he no longer needs. But for now, she’s merely working her way to his core. To the soft insides. The next thing to go is his subconscious memories. His muscle memory. How to use his powers. How to do anything for himself. These she’ll return to him in full. No use having a thrall who can’t take care of themself. No use having a thrall whose strength and powers she can’t use.

She peels away more and more, stripping bare his brain, removing everything that was Kolt. Until all she’s left with is the soft, unprotected centre. The core of his being, usually so guarded, now vulnerable. She digs her fingers into it like dough, moulding it into what she wants it to be. Her illusions have strengthened, and though she merely gazes into his eyes, he can feel hands inside his brain. He can see the power flowing between them, her power entering the shell of him to make it hers. It’s just the two of them, floating through an empty void. It’s just her, and what is left of him after she’s stripped him of his very being.

There’s no need for her to speak for him to learn her commands. She merely thinks them, and they sink into that soft clay that remains at the core of his being. They become the core of his being. They become not only his thoughts and feelings, but who he is. What he stands for. They are his absolute truths that cannot be shaken.

I am Mya's obedient fox lover.

That love for her that had blossomed in his chest over the time they’d known each other burrows deep into the soft centre of his brain. It grows with every moment he gazes into her eyes. With every moment she repeats that mantra in her brain and his echoes it back. He is her obedient fox lover, and he wants that more than anything else in the world. He is her obedient fox lover, and he would do anything she asked. He is her obedient fox lover, and he loves her with every fibre of his being.

My purpose is to do whatever Mya wants.

It is. It is his purpose. She had stripped him of every other purpose, and now this is all that remains, imprinting on his brain with ease. He loves her, so of course his purpose is to do whatever she wants. She is a naga, she knows better. She is stronger than him. Smarter than him. More powerful than him. His only purpose is to serve her, and he will do so with joy and love. He will show his love with his subservience and loyalty. He will show his love by doing anything she asks of him, anything she wants.

Nothing is more important than serving Mya.

Stripped of thoughts, wants, and instincts. It’s child’s play for Mya to work into his brain that nothing is more important than serving her. He’s her obedient fox lover. His purpose is to do whatever she wants. Of course nothing is more important than serving her. It becomes his basest instinct. The one thing he can fall back on when nothing else makes sense. When he doesn’t know what else to do. Serving Mya is at the very core of his being.

Once she’s folded these thoughts into him, once she’s changed his very essence to her will, she slowly begins to return things to him. His skills. His habits. His memories. Only the ones that serve her, only the ones she deems useful or charming. She wraps up that sensitive core once more, protecting it against anyone else who might want to change him to suit their own needs. He’s hers, and she’ll keep his mind safe from everyone but her. Everyone but her and the rest of the naga empire.

Kolt returns to being. He’s not quite the same, of course. He’s not quite the Kolt that had knelt there while her powers were still being unlocked. But that Kolt wasn’t quite the Kolt who started working for Janus either. And, really, change is a good thing after all. He’d come to that conclusion earlier. And this change feels good too. The overwhelming love he feels for Mya. The obedience and devotion she inspires in him. The good feelings. How could any of that be bad? Change is good.

Mya’s powers begin to subside as she pulls away from Kolt’s newly formed brain. Her illusions dissipate and Kolt is once again kneeling in the cavernous chamber. Mya seems tired, but delighted. Janus’ hand rests on her shoulder and he smiles at her, congratulating her in a soft voice as her powers settle into something more manageable and consistent. Kolt can only assume the ritual is over, as the other naga disappear one by one. Did they teleport or were they just projections? Or perhaps he had imagined them entirely. He isn’t sure, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the beautiful naga standing before him, looking radiant. She practically glows with joy at Janus’ words of praise, and Kolt can feel the warmth of love radiating through him.

Kolt turned to look at Lurker, a concerned furrow in his brow. The bunny never sounded like this… He froze for a moment as his gaze raked over Lurker, catching on his soft curls and rounded cheeks. His large breasts and the curve of his waist and hips. His round ass and soft tummy. His pillowy thighs. Kolt’s nose twitched slightly, picking up the strong scent of sweat and sex on his roommate. Whatever had happened at the club… this wasn’t the same Lurker who had left the apartment earlier that day.

“What—” Kolt’s words caught in his throat for a moment and he could see the playful little grin Lurker gave, pleased by the effect his new look seemed to be having on the fox.

“Like what you see?” He gave a little twirl, making sure to pause just long enough for Kolt to admire his ass before spinning back around. “There’s this amazing drink Chuck gave me. It’s an incredible feeling, really! You’d love it.”

Kolt’s mind was racing, frantically trying to make sense of what he was seeing in front of him. Here was his roommate—and this definitely was the same bunny, he was sure of it—but somehow along with the changes to their body, they’d become so cheerfully confident. He couldn’t say it was an unwelcomed change. Seeing the bunny confident rather than shy and nervous for once was nice. And he certainly looked amazing. Especially since he seemed pleased with his new body.

“Okay.” Kolt nodded slowly, trying to organise his thoughts. “I’m glad you had a good time. You look… really good.” There was an unmistakable honesty in his voice that sent Lurker’s heart racing and a grin to his face. “I’m uh. I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight, sleep well.”

Lurker watched Kolt go with a hum, trying not to grin too much. Sure, it would definitely take some convincing, but he was certain he could get Kolt to drink the cocktail soon enough. After all, the fox’s head was always so full of thoughts, it would do him some good to slow down and be mindless for a little while. Lurker giggled to himself as he sauntered off to his room. This was sure to be fun!

 For the first few days, Lurker worried the drink might wear off. But as time went on and his confidence didn’t wane, as his body didn’t change, and strangers still complimented him when he passed, he realised with glee that the changes were permanent. And it was difficult not to take advantage of it. He couldn’t help but take the ego boost when strangers complimented him in the grocery store. He would spend hours admiring himself in the mirror, paws exploring his soft new body and learning all his most sensitive spots.

Kolt couldn’t help but monitor Lurker as well, wondering whether or not it would wear off. Lurker didn’t seem in any particular rush to change back. Though he also didn’t make much of an effort to find clothes to fit his new body, opting instead to show plenty of cleavage and let his shirts stop at his waist. Not that Kolt would complain, especially not when Lurker would snuggle close while they watched a movie, soft body pressed into his side.

“Oh, come on!” Lurker giggled, head butting against Kolt’s shoulder playfully and a leg slinging across his lap as he got comfy in the fox’s arms. “You say that every time he shows up!”

Kolt shrugged, laughing along with Lurker and gesturing to the screen. “It’s not my fault he looks like Chuck! And you can’t say I’m wrong.”

Lurker hummed and shook his head, nuzzling into Kolt’s neck and resting his other leg on his lap too. “I’d never say you’re wrong. You’re always right.”

Kolt could feel his face heat up, glad that Lurker was too busy nuzzling him to notice how flustered he was. “I’m not always right. No one is.”

Lurker shrugged. “You’re just so smart! You’re always thinking, don’t you ever just want to take a break?”

“I…” Kolt looked away with a sigh. It was appealing. Tempting, even. He’d always privately relished the idea of not having to think for a bit, but it seemed impossible. “Look, I told you, I’ll think about trying that drink. But no promises.”

“You’re the best!” Lurker beamed, moving to straddle Kolt’s lap and throw his arms around his neck to hug him. It wasn’t exactly an accident that Kolt’s face found its way nestled between Lurker’s soft boobs. “I mean, look how much good it did me. Don’t you love how soft I am now?”

Kolt didn’t know where to put his paws, gingerly resting them on Lurker’s round hips. “You’re very soft.” He agreed, trying to avoid having to make a more personal comment. Not that he didn’t love how soft and warm Lurker’s body felt against his, not that he didn’t think far too much at night and in the shower about how good his roommate looked with his new body. But he didn’t want to risk saying something that might jeopardise their friendship. He didn’t want to assume that Lurker was flirting or trying to seduce him…

“Oh, go on, you can touch~” Lurker giggled, glancing down at his roommate nestled lovingly between his tits.

Kolt laughed nervously, not wanting to take him up on the offer in case it was only a joke. “Oh, stop messing with me.”

 It took some time, but slowly Kolt started getting used to the new Lurker. This flirty, giggly, confident bunny who would press up against him whenever they were alone and tease him until he wanted nothing more than to drag them to bed. Or the couch. Or the kitchen counter. It was hard to be picky, with such a sweet and eager bimbo bunny living with him. But he couldn’t let himself go too far with it. Not while he was still worried about ruining their friendship.

Lurker enjoyed Kolt’s attention more than any compliments sent his way by strangers. Sure, the whistles and winks from people passing him in the street were a nice ego boost, and he didn’t want it to stop. But there was something about his handsome roommate, his handsome friend, being unable to keep his eyes off him that was even more exciting. And he certainly took advantage of it. Bending down in front of Kolt to pick things up or tie their shoes, just so he could get a nice look at their round ass. Pulling his head to their chest when they cuddled on the couch so he could feel how soft their tits were. His ass brushing against Kolt’s crotch as they swapped places in the bathroom to brush their teeth before bed. And his clothes, sizes too small for him now, but never swapped for fitting ones.

It was just too much fun to flirt and rile up the fox!

 “I’ve been thinking.” Kolt’s arm was around Lurker’s waist, holding the bunny close for cuddles during movie night.

“Oh no.” Lurker teased with a giggle, tapping Kolt’s nose lightly. “You think too much.”

“I know. That’s what I was thinking about.” Kolt admitted with a sheepish grin.

Lurker’s eyes lit up, sitting up in Kolt’s arms and flapping his paws excitedly. “You mean the drink? I promise you’ll love it, it’s amazing!”

“Yeah, the drink.” Kolt put a paw on Lurker’s head, petting their hair a bit and trying to get them to settle back into cuddling. “You always say how nice it made you feel, I think it might be exactly what I need to stop myself from thinking too much? I don’t know.”

Lurker settled down and nodded. “I think so too. It just feels so good, you don’t have to worry about anything. You can just be hot and confident without having to think! You’d make such a good himbo.”

Kolt felt his face warm, laughing slightly. “Thanks, I think. But it won’t stop me from being able to think when I need to, right?”

Lurker waved a paw as if to swat away Kolt’s worries. “Nah, it won’t. It just makes it easier to let your brain shut off when you don’t need it. But when you do need to think, it won’t stop you or anything.”

Kolt nodded, feeling his worries seep away. He trusted Lurker not to give him anything that would cause him trouble. Lurker rambled on about how wonderful the drink felt and how great his bimbo transformation had been while Kolt listened on with a smile. He’d seen how happy Lurker had been since coming home from the club that night. He really hoped he could have that same happiness. And maybe Lurker would enjoy him as a himbo as much as he was enjoying them as a bimbo!

 “Come on!” Lurker giggled, dragging Kolt along after him. “You’ll love it, I promise!”

Kolt tried not to laugh, following Lurker into the club. “I know, you’ve said that like a thousand times already.”

Lurker stopped for a moment and pouted up at his roommate, crossing his arms in just the right way to push up his chest. “I know, but still!”

Kolt rolled his eyes a bit. “Come on, let’s just go in.”

Lurker hummed happily, dragging Kolt over to the bar. “Let’s get you that drink!”

Kolt scratched the back of his head nervously. “Really? Right away? Maybe I should have something else first… For my nerves.”

Lurker pouted, sitting Kolt down at the bar. “Fine, fine. I’ll go get you something.”

He went to the other end of the counter and flagged down the bartender, smiling fondly as he remembered how hard it used to be for him to even order a drink. The confidence the drink gave him would never get old. He ordered the himbotizing drink for Kolt, making sure the bartender knew exactly what effects the fox needed from the cocktail. Within a few minutes, Lurker was sliding a martini glass full of swirling purple liquid towards Kolt. It looked and smelled a bit different from how Lurker’s drink had been since the effects weren’t the same, but it had the same shimmery silver in it and tasted similarly sweet and salty.

“What is it?” Kolt asked, frowning down at the cocktail. He’d never seen a drink like this before.

“Oh, just a little something to help you relax.” Lurker replied vaguely, taking a page out of Chuck’s book. “Go on, try it.”

Kolt took a cautious sip of the drink, considering the taste for a moment. There was an almost smoky aftertaste, like something that had been cooked over a campfire. But it was pleasant and settled warmly in his stomach. Not bad. He decided, taking another sip as he looked around the club. He was already garnering plenty of attention from the other people there, both for his own good looks and for those of the lovely bunny bimbo by his side.

“You get used to the staring.” Lurker giggled, winking at one of the handsome men looking at them both. “It’s kind of fun after a while!”

Kolt gave a hum, turning back to his drink. He patiently sipped on it, watching Lurker flirt with the occasional passer-by and still weighing up whether or not he actually wanted to try the himbotizing drink. As appealing as Lurker made it sound, it was hard to take that first step. He could feel warmth spreading through him with every sip of his drink, from his stomach up into his chest. It was like someone had set a warm weighted blanket on him, pressing comfortingly on his collarbone and keeping the slight chill whenever the club doors opened at bay.

“How’re you feeling?” Lurker propped his chin in his paws, watching Kolt with a wide grin.

Kolt smiled. “Warm. It feels nice.”

“Drink up.” Lurker nodded to the half-finished drink. “It takes a little bit to fully kick in, so just enjoy the process.”

“Kick in?” Kolt frowned. His thoughts were running slower than before, but it sounded to him like Lurker was talking about something more than just alcohol.

Lurker shrugged. “You weren’t going to drink it if I didn’t make you. Just enjoy it.”

The himbotizing drink. Kolt wanted to argue, but instead he took a deep breath, focusing more on enjoying the effects of the drink. He could feel a sort of fog settling over his brain, dampening his thoughts. He felt warm and fuzzy, like someone had replaced his brain with a sort of cottony stuffing. He focused for a moment, making sure that he could think when he needed to. He ran through a few things in his brain: a list of chores he needed to do, some work he had to deal with later, the grocery list. Lurker hadn’t lied, he could still think when he needed to. And… he had to admit it was easier to keep drinking once he’d been tricked into the first few sips.

Once he was certain the drink wasn’t permanently ruining his ability to think, he let that wonderful fog descend once more. His head was warm and fuzzy, thoughts slipping so easily away from him until he had no worries. He could feel Lurker’s paw rubbing his arm—now growing larger as his muscles increased—reassuringly, trying to make sure he was dealing with the changes okay. He gave his roommate a smile.

“You were right.” Kolt sighed happily, swaying ever so slightly to the music. “This is amazing.”

Lurker giggled happily. “I’m glad you agree! Want something to wash it down?”

Kolt hummed, head swirling with the music in the absence of any other thoughts. Rather than considering Lurker’s suggestion and deciding whether or not he was in the mood for another drink, he just nodded. He didn’t need to think, he could trust Lurker to do that for him. His friend, his roommate, they wouldn’t lead him astray. So with his mind still foggy, his head nodded of its own accord.

“Great!” Lurker beamed, waving over the bartender and getting a couple of shots for both of them. They could already see the effect the drink was having on Kolt and it was nice to see their friend not overthinking things for once. They slid over his shot and downed their own.

Kolt took the shot and downed it, mostly just mimicking Lurker on instinct. His head felt delightfully empty, yet at the same time completely stuffed full of cotton. Either way, there were no pesky thoughts coming in to interrupt his lovely night. There was just a blissful fog that let him vibe to the music and not have to think about a thing. And his body felt amazing too, full of that delightful warmth as his body filled out. His skin was taught around strong muscles, and he wasn’t certain but he felt like he had gotten taller to match. It was almost like what he was losing in thoughts he was making up for in strength. Strong and simple. Truly the himbo he had dreamed of being.

“Hey handsome~” A voice purred from behind the two, a hand smoothing up Kolt’s arm to rest on his shoulder. “Wow, you’re really strong…”

“Let me feel!” Another voice cut in, a paw squeezing lightly at his bicep.

“Oh wow, you look, like, so cool!”

“Your fur is so soft…”

“Your paws are so much bigger than mine! Wow!”

Lurker grinned, watching his friend get fawned over. Kolt had a dreamy, absent sort of look on his face as he absorbed the compliments. It filled his head nicely, replacing the space where his thoughts had once been with the mindless delight of praise. And there was plenty of it, people fawning over him from all angles, hands running over him and voices purring in his ears. He found himself being urged out of his seat with an approving nod from Lurker. He let himself be led over to the dance floor, swaying to the music and feeling the eager touches and hearing the honeyed praises of his admirers.

 Lurker watched on with a fond smile, remembering how nice it had been when he’d first had his own transformation.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice spoke up from the barstool next to Lurker’s.

“Hm?” The bunny turned with a smile, expecting to see one of his own admirers hoping for a dance or some fun. Instead, he saw a nervous looking cat, his paws wrapped around a full glass of the bimbofication drink.

“I… I was wondering if you’ve…” He seemed to be struggling for words, nails tapping nervously against his glass. “Have you—?” He gave up on words and just held up the drink.

Lurker gave a fond smile and nodded. “Yeah, I drank it a little while ago. What do you think?” He held his arms out and spun around in his seat so the cat could get a good look at his new body.

The cat seemed almost starry eyed, gazing at Lurker as though they were the most incredible thing in the whole world. “Wow! Did it… did it hurt?”

Lurker shook his head, a fondness welling in his chest for this sweet, nervous cat who reminded him so much of how he used to be. “Not at all. It feels nice. And all those nerves will just melt away, I promise.”

The cat nodded, staring intently down at his drink. He looked almost like he might take a sip, but instead he looked up at Lurker again. “I’m Max, by the way.”

“Lurker.” The bunny offered their hand to shake. “Need some moral support?”

Max gave a huffy little laugh, nodding. “Please. If you don’t mind. I didn’t want to take you away from your… friend.” He nodded over to where Kolt was being fawned over on the dance floor. “But if you’re not busy.”

Lurker shook his head with a grin, taking a moment to appreciate how much attention Kolt was getting and how easily he let himself be led into dancing. “He took a similar drink earlier, you know. It’s not so bad once you start it. I used to be really shy in clubs, I could never bring myself to dance with people or chat anyone up. But the drink helped melt all those worries away.” Lurker sighed dreamily, remembering the exact moment he’d felt all his worries melt away for the first time. “It’s not just the physical changes, you know. It’s the mental ones too.”

Max’s shoulders relaxed a bit as Lurker spoke, nodding his head slowly. “And what are the physical changes like?” He glanced down at his own lithe body, trying to imagine it all soft and plush like Lurker’s. “They look really good on you.”

Lurker considered this for a moment. “Well, I didn’t know what was happening at first. It’s hard to get used to suddenly taking up more space. You have to be more careful not to bump into things, and it’s easier to get knocked off balance. But once you start getting used to your new body, it’s amazing! I can’t stop feeling myself, it’s just so nice to be so soft. And other people love it too, I’ve gotten a lot more attention since my transformation!”

“Wow!” Max’s excitement seemed to be slowly taking over his anxiety. “I guess I’m just a little nervous. What if the changes don’t look as good on me? What if I look ridiculous?”

Lurker shook their head, giving Max a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Hey, you won’t look ridiculous. You’ll be the hottest guy in any room you walk into, I promise.”

Max cracked a small smile, taking a deep breath and nodding. “Well, if I look anything like you, that’s definitely true.”

Lurker grinned. “Well, we won’t know until you try it…” He nodded towards the drink. “I’ll stay with you while it works, if you’d like.”

Max nodded, taking a cautious sip of the drink. “Thanks.” He scrunched up his nose in surprise. “Oh. Huh.”

“Expected it to just be sweet?” Lurker guessed. “The pink is a bit misleading.”

Max laughed a bit. “Yeah, I expected it to taste like strawberries or something. And… honestly, I kind of expected to suddenly transform after the first sip.”

“It doesn’t work quite that fast.” Lurker confirmed. “You have time to get used to the changes as they happen. Especially since you already know what to expect.”

Max took another sip, unable to help his gaze from straying to Lurker. The bunny was just so cute, so hot… he desperately hoped to look even half as good at the end of his own transformation! It was reassuring to see another guy who had gone through the same transformation and was thriving because of it. The cat couldn’t help the soft giggle that left him at the thought of being a pretty little bimbo boy beside the bunny.

“Feeling better?” Lurker asked, pleased by how much the cat had already relaxed. “It feels kind of nice and warm at first, and the confidence starts kicking in pretty fast.”

Max nodded, realising with a little surprise that the drink had already managed to take the edge off his anxiety. “Yeah, this is actually really nice.”

“You know…” Lurker reached out and gently ran their paw down Max’s arm. “I think your fur is already getting thicker and softer!”

“Really?” Max beamed, his own paw following the path Lurker’s had taken. “Wow! That’s really nice!”

“Yeah, I think you’ll look amazing by the end of this! Bimbofication will really suit you.”

Max seemed more excited as he continued to sip at the drink. The taste didn’t grow on him, but he didn’t seem too fussed by it now that he was starting to see the effects of the drink. His fur was definitely thicker and softer, rounding out his features nicely. And he could feel that wonderful confidence building in his chest. His nerves had completely melted away, thanks both to the drink and to Lurker’s kindness. Now he was just excited for the drink to work its magic!

“I hope I end up looking as good as you.” Max sighed wistfully, leaning against his paw and openly checking Lurker out. “You look amazing, everyone’s head turned when you walked in. I hope I can turn that many heads one day! You could probably go home with anyone here.”

Lurker grinned, nudging Max gently. “Hey, you definitely will! You looked amazing before the drink; you’ll have your pick of everyone here by the time it’s done its work on you.”

“Hey,” the bartender slid a drink over to Max, pointing to someone down at the other end of the bar. “She ordered you a drink.”

Max rubbed his ear shyly and giggled, glancing for a moment at the woman who’d bought him a drink before looking back at Lurker in excitement. “Wow! I’ve never had someone buy me a drink before…”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, it’s gonna happen a lot more often from now on.” Lurker laughed, pleased that Max was already reaping the rewards of the drink. “I wouldn’t be shocked if someone tried to whisk you away from me to dance soon enough! Though, I wouldn’t advise trying to properly dance until your body is done changing.”

Max grimaced a bit as he imagined trying to dance while his body was changing. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound like the best idea… Besides, you’ve been a real comfort already, I kind of want to stay with you at least until my transformation is done, if you don’t mind.”

Lurker waved a paw dismissively. “Of course! As long as I can keep an eye on my roommate,” he nodded over to where Kolt was still swaying happily to the music and basking in the adoration of those on the dancefloor. “I’m all yours. But we might want to move over to one of the couches. It’s hard to get off these stools once your hips and ass have grown in.”

Lurker hopped off his stool and held a paw out to Max. Max took the paw and carefully stood as well, giving a half-sheepish and half-thankful smile when Lurker steadied the stool for him. Clearly his hips had already started growing a little and he had to shimmy out from the bar. The two wove through the crowd to the back of the club where there were a couple of couches. They got a decent number of whistles and compliments thrown their way as they walked by, a few bold hands reaching out to appreciate their bodies. One of the couches was taken up by a group of three getting a little frisky, so Lurker steered Max to the other couch and sat him down.

“I hope you don’t mind all of the attention, because it’s gonna happen a lot more often once your bimbofication is complete.” Lurker commented, resting an arm on the back of the couch behind Max.

Max grinned, rubbing the back of his head shyly. “It’s really nice, actually. I like knowing people think I’m hot.”

“They don’t just think you’re hot, you are hot.” Lurker’s eyes travelled to Max’s chest that had already started growing. “Just a warning, if you care about modesty you’ll want to buy some new clothes. As nice as it is to have tits, they’ll make all your shirts ride up.”

Max shrugged. “You pull off the look really well, I think I’ll try it out too. At least for tonight.”

“You’ll look great.” Lurker assured him. “You’re already looking great.”

“Thanks.” Max sighed softly and rested his head on the back of the couch, settling in to let his body continue to round out and grow. “For everything, I mean. Not just the compliment, but for sitting with me and helping me through it. I was going to ask one of my friends to come with, but…” He glanced over at Lurker with a sheepish smile. “I guess I was a little embarrassed to admit I want to become a bimbo.”

Lurker felt a deep thankfulness that Chuck had been there through his transformation. And had given him the push necessary to live out his dream. He’d been far too nervous to take the first step of his own accord. And they were also thankful they could be here to help Max through his own transformation.

“Hey, it’s no problem. It’s not the kind of thing someone should have to go through alone. Honestly, I’m impressed you managed to come here and order the drink on your own, without any support. I can’t imagine how scary it would’ve been to go through the whole bimbofication process alone. I’m glad I can be here to help you.” Lurker grinned, petting Max’s head lightly to help the cat relax. His gaze travelled to Kolt once more, who seemed to be enjoying his mindlessness and all the attention. “Besides, it’s always fun to watch someone enjoy the results of their transformation.”

“Your friend definitely seems to be enjoying it.” Max laughed a bit, absentmindedly rubbing his chest as his tits continued to grow in nice and big. “His drink was slightly different from ours, right?”

“Yeah, he took a himbotization drink. It lets him stop thinking whenever he needs to and just enjoy the moment. He’ll just sort of go along with everyone else, as long as it’s not dangerous or anything. No need to make decisions for himself or try to think things through. Just getting fawned over and cared for.”

“Huh. Sounds really nice.” Max grinned. “Not that I’d take it over this one. I’ve always wanted tits like this! And the confidence boost was really needed. Were you shy before your bimbofication too?”

Lurker laughed and nodded. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. My friend had to trick me into drinking it because as much as I wanted to be a bimbo, I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I never used to be able to talk to strangers or dance in the club. The confidence was a huge deal for me!”

“Oh wow,” Max seemed impressed. “You don’t seem like you’ve ever been shy in your life! This drink really does work wonders.”

“Well, soon enough you’ll be just like me. A confident, sexy bimbo who everyone notices!” Lurker took a moment to eye Max, assessing the changes he’d already gone through. His hips were nice and rounded, his ass clearly larger, and his tits big enough to pull his shirt up and expose his pouched tummy. “In fact, you’re already most of the way there, I think. How do you feel?”

Max ran his paws over his body thoughtfully, enjoying the soft curves that had replaced his sleek figure. “I feel amazing. This is all I’ve ever hoped for! Being a soft, sexy bimbo.”

“You’re getting plenty of stares.” Lurker noted, nodding over to the rest of the club, where Max’s transformation had garnered plenty of attention from those who weren’t obsessing over himbotized Kolt. “Think you’re ready to get out there and start dancing with people? It looks like your body has settled down.”

Max’s eyes lit up at all the stares he was getting and the prospect of dancing. “Yeah, let’s dance.” He agreed happily.

Lurker stood, taking Max’s paw and leading him to the dancefloor. Lurker found his paws on Max’s waist, helping the cat get used to his new body. As soon as he seemed able to dance without bumping into people or throwing himself off balance, Lurker slowly removed his paws to let other people take his place dancing with Max. They smiled encouragingly at him, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, if that’s okay?”

Max nodded, leaning down and kissing Lurker’s cheek. “Thank you. You’re the best!”

Lurker couldn’t help the grin on his face as he made his way through the crowd towards Kolt. Behind him, he could hear Max being showered with praise and flirtations. The cat’s laughter reassured him, knowing the newly transformed bimbo was having a good time. It took a little effort to push through the dancing crowd to reach Kolt. He still had a large following of people admiring his good looks and enjoying his mindlessness and docile cooperation. But the moment Kolt caught sight of Lurker, he very happily met them half way.

“Hey!” He grinned, his eyes looking as delightfully foggy as his brain felt. “Dancing is great!”

Lurker laughed a bit and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it is. You enjoying yourself?”

Kolt nodded. “Yeah, everyone here is so nice. Aren’t they all so nice?”

Lurker nodded again, pulling Kolt close and pressing up against him to dance with a teasing giggle. “They are. Hey, how about we give them a sexy little show? You know, to thank them for being so nice.”

The old Kolt would’ve asked what he meant, would have needed time to consider his suggestion. But this new Kolt, this himbotized Kolt, trusted Lurker implicitly. Without a thought, he nodded happily, letting the bimbo bunny pull him into a heated kiss. His paws were pulled to Lurker’s ass, encouraging him to get a nice feel. Where he’d once worried about overstepping unspoken boundaries, he now mindlessly followed Lurker’s lead and gladly indulged in the bunny’s soft body.

Lurker trailed kisses down Kolt’s strong jaw, his own paws enjoying squeezing Kolt’s muscles as he made his way further and further down. Kolt let Lurker do as he pleased, fingers tangling in Lurker’s hair as the bunny dropped to his knees. Eager paws fumbled with his belt, pulling it open as he pressed kisses across the line of Kolt’s hips. He could hear the crowd around them, eager to see more of the two of them. The words sunk into his brain until it felt only natural to let Lurker pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles and wrap a paw around his cock.

“Fuck…” Lurker sighed dreamily as they leaned in to give a tentative lick to the head of Kolt’s cock. It was even better than they’d imagined.

Earlier that night, Kolt would have objected to getting his cock sucked by his roommate in the middle of a club. But now… well, thinking wasn’t his job anymore. Lurker was trustworthy, Kolt would gladly do anything he said. And his tongue felt so good on his cock… Lurker put a hand on one of Kolt’s muscular thighs, leaning in and taking the head of his cock into his mouth to teasingly suck. Kolt’s fingers tightened in his hair, a low groan of pleasure leaving his throat.

With the encouragement of the crowd, Lurker bobbed his head, taking Kolt deeper and deeper into his mouth. His transformation into a bimbo had all but removed his gag reflex, so it was no struggle to take the whole thing. Kolt held Lurker’s hair, unable to think about anything but the warm, wet mouth around him. The way their tongue swirled around his shaft, the way their throat fluttered around his cock when they bobbed their head, the way their fingers dug into his thigh.

Strong and simple and being serviced by the hot little bunny bimbo who’d been teasing him for weeks, it wasn’t long before Kolt was mindlessly thrusting into Lurker’s mouth. The bunny had his bimbofication to thank for being able to keep up with the desperate facefucking from the strong fox. He relaxed and let his throat be used by his friend, enjoying the wonderful sounds of praise from the crowd.

Kolt was lost in the pleasure of Lurker’s sweet mouth, paws gripping the sides of his head gently and fucking into his mouth with strong bucks of his hips. Finally, he held Lurker’s head down, shooting rope after rope of cum down the bunny’s throat. Lurker eagerly swallowed, moaning softly as Kolt finally let go and he could pull away. He glanced up at the himbo fox, wondering if that would be the end of their fun in the club. One look told him it definitely wasn’t.

Lurker inspected the offered drink with a slight frown. It certainly looked more appealing than his own. The bartender had struggled to hear their order over the sounds of the club, and Lurker had struggled to hear any of his questions, so after a lot of polite nodding they’d ended up with a drink they couldn’t identify and didn’t have much interest in tasting. The drink Chuck had slid across the bar to him looked much nicer. It was pink, swirling in the elegant martini glass with ripples of shimmery silver running through it. It must’ve been one of those edible glitter sprays that had become pretty popular recently, Lurker figured.

“What is it?” He glanced back up at Chuck who was watching him expectantly.

Chuck winked. “Let’s just call it a little liquid courage. Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like it.”

Lurker glanced at the drink again. What was the worst that could happen? They shrugged, picking up the drink and taking a sip. It was sweet and just the slightest bit salty. Like a slice of watermelon with a sprinkle of salt on it. It was pleasant and he could already feel some warmth building in his chest, as though he’d downed some whiskey and not this sweet little cocktail. He could feel himself relaxing already.

“See?” Chuck’s large paw came up to pet Lurker, fingers rubbing just where his ears met his head. “Told you you’d like it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lurker’s nose scrunched as they lightly swatted Chuck’s paw away. “Whatever.”

Chuck only laughed, tapping the side of the glass. “Go on, drink it all up. Aren’t you already feeling sexier and more confident?”

As much as he hated to admit that Chuck was right, he was right. Even after just one sip, Lurker was already feeling much more confident. Like he could maybe just turn to the person next to him and strike up a conversation! Well—he winced a bit at the thought of doing so—maybe not that confident just yet… He picked up the glass and took another sip, letting the refreshing drink do its work. The warmth in his chest had blossomed into a tingling feeling, spreading through his body slowly.

“Looking good!” Lurker heard a voice pass behind him, turning a startled look to the man who had walked past. Had that compliment been meant for him?

“Hey, look at that! It’s working.” Chuck laughed, giving the tip of one of Lurker’s ears a teasing little tap.

Lurker huffed and swatted at him again, taking another sip of the drink. “What’s working?”

“The drink!” Chuck didn’t seem like he was planning on elaborating, settling in to keep watching Lurker drink.

The bunny shrugged it off, focusing on the nice drink and the pleasant tingly warm feeling. The confidence was growing inside of them. Maybe he should dance? Yeah, dancing sounded pretty good right about now. He’d never had the courage to actually dance at the club before, but today seemed like the day for it. He downed the rest of the drink quickly, hopping off the barstool. He felt a little awkward on his feet, not seeming to take up the same space he was expecting to. But they brushed it off as being tipsy.

“Going somewhere?” Chuck raised an eyebrow and turned in his seat, wanting to watch the fun.

“I wanna dance.” Lurker announced, giving his hips a little wiggle. He startled himself when his hip bumped against the bar. He was sure there had been more space than that…

He brushed it off the same as before and headed to the dance floor, hips swaying as he went. Chuck couldn’t keep his eyes off the way the bunny’s ass looked, all plump and round. Soft hips and thick thighs. A hint of soft pouched tummy peeking out from their clothes. He certainly didn’t look like the same bunny who’d come into the club with him.

“Hey cutie…” Lurker could feel a hand on his waist, giving a playful little squeeze. If this was what being on the dancefloor at the club was usually like, Lurker was kicking himself for not doing this sooner.

“Hey.” He gave a little laugh as the person slid behind him, pressing up against his back, hips pressed to his soft ass.

“You’re nice and soft.” Their voice was a soft rumble, nose nuzzling against Lurker’s neck as their hands explored his body.

“Lemme get a piece of that,” Another voice spoke up, hands finding their way to squish lightly into Lurker’s soft tummy.

Lurker gave another giggle, wrapping his arms around this new person’s neck and grinding against the person behind him. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me to go around!”

He wasn’t used to dancing in the club. He’d never been able to work up the courage before. But honestly most of what was going on on the dancefloor could hardly be called dancing anyway. It was closer to rhythmic grinding, which suited this new confident Lurker just fine. All they had to do was keep their body moving in time with the pulsing music, hips pressing back against the person behind them. He could feel a firm bulge pressing into his ass with every roll of their hips. Clearly his dance partner was getting excited.

“Who’s this sweet little thing, Kang?” Lurker just about manage to catch a glimpse of the lioness circling him and his dance partners, eyeing him up like a delicacy.

The person holding Lurker from behind, Kang, grinned. “Not sure, but aren’t they cute? Mace and I saw them and couldn’t help ourselves.”

Lurker finally had the sense to take a proper look at his dance partners. Kang was a crocodile, their brown scales shimmering in the club’s lights. Mace was the one in front of him, a tough looking ram with an impressive number of piercings. And the Lioness… She smiled at Lurker, fangs glinting in a way that would be menacing if the gaze she was giving him weren’t so lustful. Her paw found its way around Lurker, giving his ass an appreciative squeeze.

“The name’s Shari. Sorry for their poor manners. You are?” Her voice was a deep purr, a teasing lilt to it that put Lurker in a giggly mood.

“Lurker.” He could hardly help the little laugh that slipped out as he spoke. “Nice to meet you!”

“Hmm… Lurker…” She spoke like she was testing the name out, paw casually exploring his body, groping his thighs and waist as she looked him over. “Wanna dance?”

Lurker barely managed to nod before she was pulling them close, pressing their body to hers. He could feel every curve of her body, her tits pressed to his chest, the bulge in her skirt, the soft muscles of her tummy. Kang and Mace contented themselves with the back of Lurker, grinding against his ass eagerly and gripping his hips as they moved to the music. The warm feeling from the drink hadn’t yet subsided. If anything it was getting stronger with every passing moment. Lurker’s whole body tingled, searing heat following every touch from the three who’d taken such an interest in him.

And they weren’t the only ones taking an interest. Soft voices brushed by Lurker’s ears as people complimented him on their way past. “So soft.” “So pretty.” “Nice ass.” “I love the way you move.” There were more hands on his body than Lurker could even begin to count, groping and squeezing and rubbing his soft body as he danced with Shari. He was too into it to even wonder why his body was taking up so much more space than usual. Why his ass and hips seemed to bump things before the rest of his body did. He was far too preoccupied by the way his body tingled, the heat pooling in his stomach as the touches to his body got bolder, lips joining in where hands weren’t already touching.

“I need…” Lurker gave a little hum of pleasure as he felt a soft nip to his neck from Kang. “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

With varying degrees of reluctance, the group let him go. Even as he passed across the dancefloor and to the bathrooms, he found hands lingering on his body, reaching out as he passed to get a feel of how soft he was. And those compliments kept coming, praising him for being so sexy and confident. They only stopped when the bathroom door closed behind him. Lurker took a moment to compose himself, heading over to the urinal. When they were done, they washed their hands and splashed a little water on their face.

“What…?” Lurker blinked as he stared at himself in the mirror. Once. Twice. Three times. “The fuck?”

It wasn’t the drops of water dripping down his face that was the cause of his confusion. It was how soft and round his face had become. How his hair had filled out, softer and curlier than ever as it fell demurely over one of his eyes. It was the roundness of his arms and his legs. The roundness everywhere. His soft pouch of tummy peeking out from under his shirt. The full ass wobbling behind him as he turned this way and that to inspect himself in the mirror. And strangest of all, it was the pillowy breasts that had filled in where his flat chest had once been. He looked…

“Sexy.” He gazed at himself in wonder. Half of him wanted to march over to Chuck and demand to know just what the hell had been in that drink. But the other half of him was grateful. He felt sexy. Confident. And clearly he was, because everyone had been all over him in the club…

“Wow.” Lurker heard a whistle of appreciation from the door of the bathroom. Chuck grinned, admiring Lurker’s new look. “I didn’t expect the drink to work this well.”

Lurker flushed and pouted, glancing at himself in the mirror. “You knew this would happen!”

“Of course.” Chuck shrugged, the smug smile never slipping from his lips. “You needed to relax, it looks like it worked. Come on, don’t pretend you haven’t dreamed about something like this. Being in a club full of people who can’t resist you. Everyone desperate to fuck you while you look like a pretty little bimbo. You’re the prettiest guy in here, everyone wants you. You should be thanking me, really.”

He wanted to disagree, to tell Chuck he was wrong. But that wouldn’t be the truth. He had fantasised about something like this. Being wanted. Being used. Being so hot that people couldn’t even wait long enough to get him home before fucking him, letting anyone who passed by watch. He wanted nothing more than to head back out onto the dancefloor and let Shari and her friends have their way with him.

“Come on.” Chuck nodded his head in the direction of the door. “We both know what you want. Might as well come and get it.”

Lurker sighed and took the bear’s offered paw. “Fine.”

With a grin, Chuck led them back out to the club. “He said yes!”

A small cheer erupted and it slowly dawned on Lurker that not only had Chuck planed this all, but at some point he’d gotten the whole club in on it. As much as he wanted to be annoyed with his friend, he could only feel grateful that Chuck was helping him fulfil this fantasy of his. Besides, the way hands roamed across his body as he walked past and the lustful gazes thrown his way melted any last traces of annoyance he had with Chuck. This was going to be a fun and memorable night.

Chuck stopped him in the middle of the dancefloor, cupping his chin and pulling him into a heated kiss. Lurker could vaguely hear a few whistles of appreciation thrown their way, hands on his body again as everyone tried to get a feel of his soft new body. A hand cupped his cock, palming him through his pants as two more massaged his breasts. His waist was held softly, hips grabbed nice and rough as Chuck’s tongue pressed into his mouth. They could feel bodies grinding against them, tits pressed against their back, cocks rubbing against their thighs.

“Such a pretty bunny.” “He’s so soft.” “Nice and warm.” Compliments were being murmured from all sides, surrounding Lurker until he felt like he was floating through them. He felt hands on his shoulders, pressing him down to his knees. Chuck’s cock was already out, hard and bobbing gently in front of Lurker’s face. The bear’s fingers tangled in their hair, pushing them towards his cock.

“Open up.”

Lurker obeyed almost on instinct, lips parting as the thick cock was pushed into his mouth. It was heavy on his tongue, salty and pleasant as he started to bob his head with a hum. His paws came up to wrap around the rest of Chuck’s cock, stroking what his lips couldn’t quite reach. He could still feel hands on him, bodies pressing to his. There were lips on his tits, kissing and sucking eagerly. He could feel hard cocks rubbing against his cheeks as he sucked Chuck’s cock, tongue swirling around the head to taste his salty precum.

“Good boy. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” Chuck groaned, giving Lurker’s hair a light tug and pressing more of his cock into his mouth.

Lurker let Chuck press his head down further, taking as much of the cock into his mouth as he could. He felt his paws pulled away from the shaft, only to find them wrapped around two more cocks on either side of him. His hands worked to stroke them both, keeping time with his bobbing head as he sucked off Chuck. He felt someone kneel in front of him, between Chuck’s legs, rough hands groping his thighs. They straddled his lap, stroking his cock with one hand and groping his soft tits with the other.

Chuck pulled Lurker away, one paw gripping their hair while his other paw stroked his cock. Lurker felt warm cum splash across his face, dripping down his nose and across his lips. He licked his lips with a hum, barely registering the soft praise Chuck was giving as his place was taken up instead by Kang and Shari. With his head not being pushed down anymore, Lurker could see that it was Mace in his lap, the ram teasing his pussy with the head of Lurker’s cock.

Kang gripped Lurker’s chin lightly, their grin lustful as they gazed down at him. “Be a good boy and suck us both off?”

Lurker moaned, feeling Mace sink properly down onto his cock and begin to ride him. He wrapped his lips around Kang’s cock, pulling his hand from the cock next to his face to wrap it around Shari’s instead. She gave a hum of approval, thrusting into his fist as he sucked off Kang. There was another warm splash of cum, this time down his neck and across his tits. Clearly the crowd were enjoying themselves, even the ones who weren’t getting the chance to actually fuck him.

“My turn.” Shari pulled Lurker off Kang’s cock and towards hers, pushing her cock down his throat as his hand switched to stroking Kang. Mace rode him fast and hard, pussy wet and warm around his cock. His hands were on Lurker’s tits, groping and squeezing, kissing and licking, with the occasional little nip thrown in for good measure. They could feel the ram sucking hickeys and lovebites onto their skin, pussy tight around their cock.

Lurker found himself passed back and forth between Kang and Shari, mouth full of the taste of cock, and wrists almost sore from stroking. The crowd shifted around him, taking turns reaching down to grope him and jerking off to the sight of him getting used so thoroughly. Just a pretty little bimbo bunny on show for everyone to see. He could feel every splash of cum as it covered his body, dripping down his ass and across his face and tits. With a moan, Mace came around their cock, his pussy milking them eagerly as he rode out his orgasm.

The ram slid off his cock only to lean down and take it into his mouth instead. Lurker gasped, choking slightly around Shari’s cock as it fucked into his mouth. Mace’s mouth was so soft and warm around him, tongue swirling expertly around his shaft and pressing in just the right spots. He felt Shari’s paws holding his head as she fucked his face roughly, holding him down with a moan as she came in his mouth. They swallowed her cum with a moan, Kang’s cock replacing hers the moment she pulled away.

“Doesn’t he look so good like this?” Shari kept her spot next to Kang, taking a nice long look at Lurker as he eagerly sucked them off. “On his knees for all of us, being such a good little bimbo. I just wanna take him home and fuck him senseless. We’re lucky Chuck shared him with us.”

Chuck nodded in agreement, a paw soothing through Lurker’s hair. “He makes a real good bimbo. I knew he was the perfect choice for this. So eager to please, so easy to praise. And they look so good with those soft tits and that ass…”

Lurker could barely focus on all the praise, too busy trying not to cum before they finished Kang off. Mace’s mouth felt so good around his cock, but he wanted another taste of cum before he finished. Kang’s hands were in his hair, their hips thrusting against his mouth as they fucked his face. Lurker could hear the soft wet sounds his mouth was making, the slight gags and chokes whenever Kang’s cock hit the back of his throat. It was so lewd, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Kang pulled Lurker off their cock, pushing two fingers into his mouth to keep it open while they stroked their cock. With a groan, they came on his tongue, Lurker moaning at the taste. With everyone but him satisfied, all eyes were on Mace as he sucked Lurker’s cock eagerly. Lurker leaned back a bit, propping himself up on his hands as his hips bucked slightly into Mace’s mouth. Mace moaned, holding his hips down with a wink.

If it hadn’t been for the drink, Lurker was sure embarrassment would have set in by now. Not only had everyone just watched him suck and stroke his way to being covered in cum, but they were now about to watch him cum as well. But the drink hadn’t just made his body softer and rounder, it was still boosting his confidence. And the compliments he was still getting on how well he moaned and how nice he looked getting his cock sucked certainly helped as well.

Mace pulled away with a soft pop, hands picking up where his mouth had left off. With a few strokes, Lurker was moaning and covering his soft tummy in cum. Mace leaned down with a smirk, tongue coming out to lick the bunny clean. Lurker tried not to squirm as his sensitive cock was licked, relaxing as Mace pulled away with a triumphant grin. The bunny was panting softly, covered in cum and thoroughly exhausted from the orgy.

“See?”   Chuck helped Lurker to their feet with a grin. “I told you you’d like it.”

Lurker barely had the energy to roll his eyes, leaning against Chuck and letting the Bear lead him back to the bar to sit down. “Yeah, yeah…”

“So… you know anyone else we should give this little drink to?”

A small giggle left Lurker’s lips and they nodded. “Oh yeah, I know just the guy to be himbotized.”

Mira groaned, but reluctantly pulled herself away from his body heat. “You’re like a fucking furnace…” She sighed wistfully, imagining being warm and cozy back in bed with him. Instead, she sat at the kitchen table and rested her head in her arms.

“Thanks…?” Jae seemed unsure about whether or not it was a compliment, but he accepted it nonetheless. He set a plate of food down in front of her, a cup of coffee following quickly after along with a kiss on the cheek. “Eat up!”

Mira picked her head up, smiling as she pulled the plate closer to herself and started to eat. Her favourite, just how she liked it… How did she get so lucky? The coffee helped perk her up by the time Jae returned, on all fours with the day’s paper clenched delicately between his teeth. Mira smiled, giving his hair an affectionate ruffle and taking the paper from him. She settled back to read it as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Good boy.” She praised, spreading her legs as he crawled under the table. Jae’s chest puffed out at the praise as he nuzzled his way between her thighs. He left warm kisses up her thighs, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to the front of her panties. One of his hands slid up her shirt, pressing warm against her stomach. She hummed happily at the body heat, taking another sip of coffee and flipping the page.

Jae took his time, nose nudging lightly against her panties as he breathed in her scent. He heard a soft laugh from above him, flushing pink. She didn’t have to say a word. He knew exactly what she was thinking. My perverted little puppy so desperate for me that he’s sniffing my panties… how adorably pathetic! Do you do that when I’m not home? Sneak into my drawers and steal my underwear? What do you do with it, you dirty little puppy? Do you sniff it? Lick it? Wear it? Wrap it around your cute little cock and cum on it?  He could practically hear her saying as much, though all she did was turn her page and settle in more.

He shifted slightly, already achingly hard as his tongue pressed flat against the front of her panties, licking a warm stripe up. She sighed contently when his tongue reached her clit, flicking against it lightly before starting over. She was in no rush, and neither was he. This was their usual morning routine and they both knew how long he could take and still make sure she got to cum before breakfast was over.

He mouthed at her cunt eagerly, relishing the feel of damp cotton under his tongue. He could taste her already, so wet, so tantalisingly close. But he made himself wait just a little bit longer as his tongue flicked lightly over her clit through her panties. Finally, he let his hand slip out from under her shirt to pull her panties off. She lifted her hips to help him, but gave no other acknowledgement. She merely kept her legs spread and let him nuzzle between them again, tongue diving eagerly into her wet folds as soon as he got the chance.

He relished it all. Every sigh and moan that slipped from Mira’s lips as she flipped through her paper and worked on her breakfast. Every tense of her thigh and twitch of her hips. The taste of her dripping folds against his tongue, the feel of her clit between his lips, the softness of her legs on either side of his head. He was in heaven.

His fingers pressed lightly into her stomach, enjoying being able to feel it. As much as he always loved seeing her in her corsets, it was nice to be able to feel her warm skin under his hands. Especially the way he could feel her soft sighs of pleasure ripple through her body. Even when she was trying not to react, she couldn’t quite help it. And Jae relished it every time. Knowing he was doing a good job for his mistress, knowing he was pleasing her.

His mouth was warm and eager against her. Before she’d properly taken to keeping him as her puppy, she’d teased him for being so puppy-like in his eagerness to please her. The first time he’d ever gone down on her, he’d been nervous and uncertain. That was before he’d fallen head over heels for her. But her reactions had been so beautiful, so enticing, that he’d quickly become eager. She’d tugged his hair four hours later, pulling his head back so she could see her cum dripping down his chin. Ever since then, he’d loved nothing more during breakfast than to be between her thighs. He’d become so desperately eager every time she spread her legs and guided his head between them. He always ate her out so enthusiastically, making her cum over and over under his tongue.

“Hm. Looks like it’s going to rain, like, all day. Make sure to take an umbrella when you get the groceries, pup.” Mira hummed, voice surprisingly steady given the way Jae’s tongue was buried deep inside her cunt, lapping at her walls.

Jae gave a vague sound of acknowledgement, barely able to focus on her words. He was deep in subspace, keening softly as he ate her out. The heady smell of her arousal, the feel of the soft curls framing her cunt, the slightly bitter taste of her wetness, it always sent him straight into subspace. His tongue lapped at her eagerly, sometimes fucking into her and sometimes circling her clit. He could feel her stomach tensing under his hand as his fingers sunk in. She was close. His tongue pressed deep inside of her, eager to taste her cum.

“Good pup…” Mira breathed out, taking a sip of her coffee and easing a hand into his hair. “Good boy, just like that. Keep going.”

Jae was encouraged by her words, tongue fucking her eagerly. He buried his face in her pussy, eating her out like a man starved, nose nudging against her clit as he pressed his tongue as deep into her as possible. He breathed in her scent with a moan, palming himself with his free hand as he felt her cum around his tongue. He continued to lap at her folds, wanting to taste every last drop of cum as she grinded her hips against his face slightly.

“Good pup…” She murmured, tugging lightly at his hair when she wanted him to stop. “Come up here, let mommy reward you for being so good.”

Jae whined softly as he was pulled away from her cunt, desperate to bury his face in it once more and make her cum again. “Mommy please…”

Mira laughed affectionately, taking hold of his chin in her free hand and leaning back in her chair to look at him under the table. “I know you want more, but mommy wants to reward you a different way. Come on, sit on mommy’s lap and you can play with my tits.”

Jae scrambled out from under the table eagerly, practically panting like a dog at the thought of getting to play with her tits. She could almost imagine a wagging tail behind him as he wiggled happily and waited for her to get settled in her chair again. She patted her lap when she was ready, giggling when he curled up in it eagerly. As tall as he was, he was scrawny and gangly enough to sit in her lap with ease, looking almost small against her.

“Good boy.” Mira cooed, pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss.

Jae whimpered against her lips, snuggling closer to her and letting a hand shyly stray up to just brush over one of her tits through her shirt. She pulled away with a soft laugh. “You can touch them, pup. And I’ll take my shirt off in a moment too if you’d like?”

Jae nodded eagerly. “Please, mommy?”

“In a moment.” She assured him, voice soothing as she pulled him into another kiss.

He shyly let his hand come to rest on her tit, groping and squeezing with soft hums of pleasure. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy and deep. He flushed at the lewd wet sounds of their lips and tongues meeting, gasping when he felt her hand slide up under his robe. He settled down after a moment, relaxing as she rubbed soothing circles on his thigh. He gave a slightly harder squeeze to her tit, shuddering at her moan of approval. It was so soft and warm under his hand, even through her shirt. He wanted nothing more than to be buried between them, drowning in her.

It was all he ever wanted. To have her surrounding him. Her feet on his face as he licked her soles. Her ass on his face as she sat on him while she worked, sometimes teasing him by wearing panties or leggings to make him long for her body even more. Her pussy smothering him as she rode his face. Worshipping her tits while buried deep between them. He just wanted to be surrounded by her. To be all hers and think of nothing but her.

“Ready, pup?” Mira pulled away from the kiss with a soft laugh, lips ever so slightly swollen from pressing so hard against his. Her free hand teased at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.

Jae nodded eagerly, hearts in his eyes as he watched her slowly strip her shirt. Her tits bounced appealingly for just a moment as her shirt came off, nipples already slightly hard in the cold morning air. He was practically hypnotised, staring eagerly at them. “Mommy…” He whined softly. “Please?”

Mira tilted his chin up, pressing two fingers against his lips. “Open up, pup.”

Jae parted his lips, letting her push her fingers in. He gagged slightly as they pushed all the way to the back of his mouth, keeping his mouth open obediently as she teased his tongue. She pressed his tongue down, angling his head back. She parted her own lips, letting the spit slide off her tongue and onto his. He moaned at the taste, hips bucking slightly. He waited as her spit pooled in his mouth, feeling her fingers push it further down his tongue. When she finally pulled her tongue back in and closed her mouth, she smiled adoringly at him.

“Just like that, hold it for a moment pup.” She sighed, fingers fucking his mouth for a second before pulling away. She wiped them against his cheek, getting a soft whimper of embarrassment in response. “You always look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, pup. Now, swallow.”

Jae closed his mouth, swallowing and then parting his lips again to show her. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Good boy.” She cooed, stroking his clean cheek softly. “Now, you wanted to play with my tits, right?”

He nodded eagerly, eyes straying down again. “Please, mommy, please!”

“Just one more thing before you can, pup. Can you wait for me?” She stroked his cheek gently. “I can give you something to tide you over, if you need?”

“Please…” He whined softly, looking slightly embarrassed that he needed something to keep him occupied.

“Alright, close your eyes, pup.” She leaned over and grabbed something, holding the back of his head gently with one hand. She pressed whatever it was to his face. “Go on, breathe in and tell me what it is.”

He could feel soft cotton on his cheeks and he didn’t need to smell it to know what it was. He did anyway, of course, taking deep breaths through his nose and moaning at the familiar smell of her arousal. Her panties were still slightly damp, smelling strongly of her delicious cunt, and all he wanted to do was get back between her legs and eat her out again.

“Your panties, mommy…” He answered after a moment, relishing every deep breath he took of them. “They smell like you…”

“I know, you love them so much, don’t you pup?” Mira teased with a soft laugh. “Well, open wide.”

Jae parted his lips, letting her stuff the cotton panties into his mouth. He could taste her on them, ever so faintly. His tongue explored every fold of it as she bunched it all into his mouth. He opened his eyes, catching sight of her admiring gaze as he let her gag him with them. He squirmed shyly, face flushed as he closed his lips around them as well as he could. He figured he probably looked a little silly, but she always seemed to hold nothing but adoration for him no matter how ridiculous he looked.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” She murmured, tilting his head side to side by his chin to admire him from every angle. “You really enjoy that, don’t you? Don’t be embarrassed, I like seeing you enjoy things. Now…”

There was a glint in her eyes, one that told Jae that whatever was going to come next would be fun for them both. She pressed two fingers to her own lips, pushing them into her mouth and sucking on them with a hum. She looked absolutely beautiful, fingers fucking between her soft lips as she watched Jae. His gaze was trained firmly on her mouth and fingers, tongue rubbing against her panties as he imagined her fingers back in his own mouth again. Or, perhaps, his own fingers or cock in her mouth. She always looked so beautiful sucking on things like that. And her fingers glistened with spit every time she eased them out of her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, she parted her lips properly. Her fingers continued pushing in and out of her mouth, but she let her tongue come out, spit dripping down it. He watched, fixated, as she slowly started to drool around her fingers. It dripped onto her tits, pooling right between them. She fingered her mouth sloppily, letting her tits become a drooly mess. When she was finally satisfied, she wiped her fingers dry on Jae’s cheek again, pulling her panties from his mouth and setting them aside.

“Good boy. Now go on, clean them up.” She urged him towards her tits with a hum.

Jae was in heaven. He leaned in, hands coming up to cup the undersides of her tits as he buried his face in them. He lapped up all the spit, lavishing attention on her breasts as he squeezed and fondled them. He moaned and keened softly, a near-constant groaning hum of pleasure sounding in the back of his throat as he sucked and kissed and licked her breasts.

Her hand slid up his thigh to cup his achingly hard cock, wrapping her hand around the small shaft and stroking it slowly. She was lucky she had their other boyfriend, Sam, to satisfy any urge to be stuffed full of cock. Jae’s was barely a mouthful, easy to suck and stroke and tease. She loved it that way, loved how hard he got when she teased him for it. It was cute. His cute little cock. But when she wanted to ride something proper and satisfy her desire to be full, she was much better off with Sam or one of her toys. And Jae was more than happy for her to tease him about that while making him watch or making him fuck her with a toy.

His hips bucked into her hand slightly, his lips eagerly leaving kisses and light marks on her tits to show his appreciation. He was worshipping them. He was nearly constantly worshipping her in one way or another. And right now his adoration was focused on her tits. His lips latched over one of her nipples, suckling and flicking lightly over it with his tongue. She stroked his cock lazily, admiring the way it twitched and throbbed in her hand every time he squeezed her tits. He was simply too cute…

“Gonna cum for me soon, pup?” Mira teased, knowing the signs. He was squirming in her lap, grinding up into her hand and making the softest little desperate whimpers as he suckled eagerly at her tits.

He nodded, whimpering in embarrassment as he continued to grope and lick and suck on her tits. Her touch on his cock was light, but it was enough for him. He gave a high whine in the back of his throat, sucking on her nipples and squeezing her tits as he coated her hand in cum. She stroked him through his orgasm, waiting until he was a whimpering, melted mess in her lap. He was still lazily sucking on her breasts, fingers digging into them lightly as he groped them. She pulled her hand away, wiping them clean with her panties before cleaning him with them as well.

“Come on, pup, you’ve had your treat.” She tugged his hair lightly with a soft laugh. He whined as she made him pull away, obediently letting her part his lips and push her panties back into his mouth. “Now, go on and clean up the kitchen. If you’re nice and quick, I’ll take those out of your mouth and let you eat me out again before I go.”

Jae whimpered and mewled at the feeling of her panties in his mouth again, this time wet with his cum. He stood from her lap on shaky legs, gasping and yelping as she gave his ass a teasing pat. She laughed adoringly, watching him bustle around the kitchen, cleaning up diligently with her panties still stuffed in his mouth, already starting to get hard again. She couldn’t imagine a better way to spend her mornings than with her pup.

“Oh.” Jae flushed, glancing away for just a moment before returning his adoring gaze to her, seemingly unable to help himself. “Sorry.”

She hummed, scratching his head lightly and smiling when he pressed into the touch with a little sigh of appreciation. “It’s alright, pup. You're too cute."

He nuzzled her knee lightly, resting his head on her leg with a soft sound of contentment. They lapsed back into relative silence as Jae resumed staring lovingly up at Mira while she watched her show. It was some reality dating show full of young, hot, single twenty-somethings trying to find love. The drama was amusing, but it was far less interesting to him than admiring Mira. The way she pursed her lips and shook her head when someone made a bad decision. The soft "oh, girl, no. Love yourself" that she mumbled on occasion. The way that even when she was fully absorbed in the show, her fingers still sifted lightly through his hair and her foot still rubbed against his knee affectionately.

Often times he would curl up on the couch with her to cuddle and watch tv, but today he was kneeling beside her. It was, after all, his rightful place as her faithful pet. The cute pink collar around his neck with her name engraved in cursive on the tags was enough to prove that. The tags jingled around his neck as he nuzzled her knee again, gaze straying down to her foot. The foot that she’d rubbed so sweetly against his cock the night before while he lay tied up on the ground beneath her. The foot that had teased him so wonderfully, until he covered it in cum. And oh how she’d giggled and pet him and cooed about how adorably pathetic he was, cumming on her foot. How she’d pulled him to his knees and presented it to him, telling him to be a good dog and clean up his mess. The taste of her skin and his own cum… her soft toes slipping into his mouth, fucking it for just a moment as she sighed about how good he was at cleaning. Her foot pressed lightly against his cheek as she pushed him to lay back down so she could ride his face…

“Mommy…?” His voice was a soft whine as he squirmed, gazing up at her with equal parts embarrassment and hope.

Mira glanced down at Jae, eyes catching on his bulge immediately. She gave a fond smile, tugging his hair ever so lightly to draw a soft whimper from him. “Oh did my little horny puppy get hard again?” Her voice was a sympathetic coo, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. She smiled when he kissed the pad of her thumb, nodding his head shyly.

“Sorry, Mommy…” He covered up his bulge shly, cheeks flushed as he looked away.

She cupped his jaw gently, pulling his gaze back towards her and giving a patient, loving smile. “It’s okay, baby. I know you can’t control yourself. It’s cute, you’re so helpless when it comes to that cock of yours. Just a horny little animal, getting hard at the simplest things. That’s why Mommy cages it when she needs you to be good, isn’t it, pup?”

The mention of a cockcage made Jae squirm, nodding his head. “Yes, Mommy… Are you gonna cage me?”

“Oh, baby…” Mira pressed her lips to his sweetly for just a moment before pulling back again. “No, not tonight. You’ve been, like, so good for me recently. You deserve to cum! But I wanna see what’s gonna happen,” she nodded to the television, “so you’d better be a good little pup and get yourself off. I’ll even let you use my leg, I know how much my horny little puppy likes that.”

Jae whined in appreciation as her foot slid between his legs, shin coming to rest between his thighs. He gasped softly as it rubbed against his bulge, fingers curling around the leg hems of his shorts to ground himself. “Thank you, Mommy…”

Mira hummed her acknowledgement with a smile, returning most of her attention to the show, though she couldn’t help but watch Jae out of the corner of her eye. He gave another soft gasp as he rolled his hips experimentally against her leg, eyes fluttering closed. He looked so pretty, humping against her leg like a desperate little puppy. His hips rutted against her, the warm bulge of his cock stroking up and down her leg. The friction of his boxers and her stockings between them only served to make his needy moans and gasps louder.

Her fingers continued stroking through his hair absentmindedly, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. The action drew a delighted groan from him. His head dropped to her lap, lips pressing against the soft hint of thigh between the top of her stocking and the bottom of her skirt. His hands gripped tightly to his shorts, hips erratic as he grinded against her. It was humiliating in the best way possible, her attention barely on him as he tried so desperately to make himself cum just by humping her leg like a dog. He really was her little puppy…

She could tell when he was close to cumming. The way he panted, collar jingling as he thrust against her leg. The way his lips moved against her thigh, mumbling almost silent pleas and praise for his owner. The way his moans pitched up into high whines in the back of his throat. But most of all it was the way his thighs wrapped around her leg, his hips angling to get the most friction from every needy thrust.

“Good boy…” She murmured, giving his hair a gentle tug. “Cum for me, pup.”

“Hah…” Jae gave a shuddering gasp, hips stuttering. “Yes, Mommy…”

He trembled slightly, lips pressed to her thigh as his grinding slowed to a stop. He could feel the sticky cum leaking through his boxers, cooling slowly against his skin. Mira’s hand carded through his hair, leaning down to kiss his head soothingly. She murmured soft praise and compliments to him, assuring him he’d done a good job for her. His thighs slowly relaxed and he felt her pull her leg away slowly, giving him an affectionate pat on the head.

“Go on, get yourself cleaned up and then you can sit on the couch with Mommy.”

Jae finally raised his head, gazing up at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He admired her for just a moment before nodding gratefully and obeying. She watched him go with a soft gaze, turning back to her show. She smiled when she heard the soft padding of his feet as he returned a few minutes later in nothing but his collar. She held her arm out, watching him crawl onto the couch and curl up against her side. His body was warm in her arms, skin soft against hers. He rested his head in her lap with a happy whine, feeling her hand return to its spot in his hair to pet him.

“Such a good boy.” She murmured, scritching him lovingly. “Mommy’s good little puppy.”

“Less interesting than yours, from the sounds of it. Just one client emergency in the morning, she needed a diagnostic code to get her insurance to cover our sessions.” Astrid shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t resting against, taking care not to jostle him. “I’m glad my defences kept that guy out of your head. It makes me feel better knowing you’re safe from that sort of thing.”

Kolt gave a content sound, smiling at the familiar taste of Astrid’s hot chocolate. The sugar was already doing wonders for his energy levels as he downed the mug. “It was definitely an interesting day. But what about you? Didn’t you do anything fun?”

Astrid shrugged. “Just trying to make the most of my day off, really. Speaking of which…” Her tail wrapped around the empty mug, lifting it easily from his hands and setting it aside. “Did you want to try out that thing I mentioned this morning?”

Kolt’s eyes lit up, bouncing in his seat like a child as she scratched his chin affectionately. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, I can’t wait!”

“Very good.” Astrid smiled, heart warmed by how eager he was to try it. “Settle down then, darling.”

Kolt felt a wave of calm wash over him as she said that, eyes trained on her fully as she moved to stand in front of him. As he watched, her eyes began to glow pink, the swirling patterns on her hood following suit soon after. The colour was familiar to him. As was the feeling of his conscious thoughts slipping away one by one, leaving his head nice and empty for her. His brain was her personal playground when he was like this, able to put him under with barely a word and reorganise his brain to suit her whims. It was this control, the years of practice and work she’d put into making his mind an impenetrable fortress for herself alone, that had kept him safe from the attack on his mind earlier that day.

Astrid let her tail coil around his legs as she gazed into his eyes, voice starting to speak slowly and seductively as she worked. “Good boy. Go on, let that mind go blank for me. It’s mine, you’re merely the keeper of it. Your brain and your thoughts belong to me. So let all those thoughts drift away, let me fill your head with something far more worthwhile. With thoughts that will help you better serve me. Because you love to serve me.”

It was easier than breathing, letting his mind go blank for her. All that was left was glowing pink swirls and her smooth voice slithering into his ears and making a home in his brain. In her brain. Because it had belonged to her for a long time now and they both knew it. And what bliss it was. The feeling of peace that washed over Kolt every time she put him into a trance. The deep trust he had developed for her that made it so easy to let go and let her take over, knowing she’d only ever do things to his brain that they both wanted.

“Look at you, so brainless and empty, all ready for me to fill you with my own thoughts and ideas.” Astrid laughed affectionately, the tip of her tail flickering teasingly against his stomach. “Really, I’ve got more control of your brain than you do! It’s cute. How eager you are for me to take over. How much you enjoy letting me control you. It’s so sweet.”

Wave after wave of mindless bliss rolled over Kolt at her words as he sank deeper and deeper into a trance. It was so intense, so relaxing and pleasurable, that one could easily confuse it with one of her suggestions making him feel so wholly at peace. But while she may have used a suggestion to amplify the feeling somewhat, the joy of being hypnotised was all his own. After a long day of making quick decisions and fighting crime, it was the height of pleasure to return home and not have to think about anything at all. To have someone he trusted do all the thinking for him.

“Now,” Astrid smiled as she watched him slip into a deep trance, her tail sliding up his legs to slowly undo his pants. She watched his cock appear slowly as she stripped him just enough to reach it, tail winding around it. “It’s time for you to learn that this cock belongs to me. Just like your mind, it’s mine to control.”

Kolt groaned softly in pleasure as her tail squeezed around his cock with every emphasis. “Yours. All yours.” He agreed.

“Just like your mind, it is only yours because it serves me, because I’m allowing you to use it. It may get hard when you’re turned on, it may feel good when you touch it…” Her tail undulated around it, almost stroking it along with the squeezes. “But it’s mine. It’s all mine, my property. And you wouldn’t use my property without asking now, would you?”

Kolt shook his head, a soft whimper of pleasure slipping from his lips as he felt her tail stroking him. “No, never!”

“Good boy.” She cooed softly. “Such a good boy. You’d only use your cock with my permission, because it’s my cock, really. And when you get my permission, you use it how I tell you to. Isn’t that right?”

Kolt nodded. “Yes.”

“Very good. Listen, darling.” Astrid watched his ears prick up at the phrase, ready to take in her suggestions. “Your cock gets hard when I want it to. It gets soft when I want it to. It reacts exactly how I want, and I can keep it in whatever state I please. All it takes is a simple hand motion.” She gave a flick of her finger, as though coaxing him to rise, though only his cock obeyed the command. “Up. And down.” She reversed the motion, feeling his cock get soft in her tail’s grip. “And if I really want, I can leave you somewhere in between. Half-hard for me, no matter how good I make you feel.” She gave another motion, feeling his body react exactly as she’d described.

It was wonderful, how easy he was to control. She’d turned his mind into her own little toy. Like clay, something she could shape as she pleased. She would need to cement the suggestions into his brain if she wanted them to work out of trance, but the fact that his body responded to her wishes so quickly… She couldn’t help the warm feeling of love that bloomed in her chest as she watched her handsome fox’s dazed stare directed at her hood and eyes, his mind open for her and his body ready for whatever command she gave it.

“Now, just like your brain, your cock is mine.” Astrid began again, ready to move onto the rest of her suggestion. “Sometimes, I give you control of it. That doesn’t mean it’s yours, it just means that I’m trusting you to be a good boy and take care of my property for me. When I tell you that the cock’s yours, you have control of it. It’s still mine, and you’ll remember that. You’ll remember the suggestions I’ve given you, you’ll remember all the things I can do to you. But it’ll be under your control, and you will be able to talk freely about your true feelings about my suggestions. It’ll be under your control, but it’ll still be mine.”

“Always yours.” Kolt’s voice was soft and adoring, like she was a goddess choosing him for her holiest of missions. “Always yours.”

“Very good.” Astrid smiled, fingers carding through his fur again as he leaned into the touch. “Now, when I need control of your cock, I’ll remind you that the cock’s mine. It’s mine, it belongs to me. You’ll know deep down that it belongs to me, but you won’t remember consciously what I’ve done. You won’t remember my commands or that I can use your cock at will. You will believe it to be yours. But it’s still mine. And your body will react to my commands. My hand motions.” She raised her finger, feeling his cock get hard. She lowered it and felt his cock get soft. She smiled. “Good boy.”

Kolt felt his chest warm at the praise, pleased that he could make her happy. It was all he wanted. He was hers, and his job was to make her happy. He enjoyed it more than anything, being her mindless servant, there for her to control. Knowing she would take good care of him, like he was her prized toy. Her words sunk into his brain as she repeated the suggestions over and over. He found himself repeating them in his head, the words bouncing around, almost echoing in his empty mind.

“When the cock’s yours, you remember everything. You are in control. When the cock’s mine, you remember none of my suggestions, but your body reacts to them. I am in control. Your body will react to the motion of my finger. Hard, soft, half-hard. No matter what happens, no matter if you’d normally get hard or soft from something, it’ll stay the way I’ve put it until I say otherwise. Because your cock is all mine, and I control it. Just like I control your brain. All because you want me to.” Astrid’s hood glowed bright, the swirling pattern helping push the suggestions deeper into Kolt’s psyche.

“I want you to.” Kolt agreed with a content sigh, enjoying feeling her words press into his brain and become his own, taking over something deep inside him to let her have more control than he did.

“Good boy. Listen, darling.” His ears pricked up again, ready for another command. “When I take you out of this trance, the cock’s mine. It will react to nothing but my commands. I’ll control it, and you won’t even notice or remember because it simply feels so natural for your cock to belong to me. You’ll still have those suggestions I’ve given you. When I say the cock’s yours, you’ll remember everything and be in control again. And if you ever hear me say the cock’s mine, those suggestions will kick in again. You’ll forget everything, your body will respond only to me, and I’ll be in control. Wake up, darling.”

Kolt blinked, thoughts returning to his head as Astrid’s glow faded. His heart raced a bit, knowing she’d been inside his head again. He wondered what she’d put in there this time, but he knew there was no way he’d find out unless she wanted him to. It was one of the many things he loved about her hypnotising him. It really solidified the idea that she had more control over his brain than he did, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“How do you feel?” Astrid asked, curling up on the couch beside him as her tail continued to absentmindedly pulse around his cock.

“Good.” Kolt nodded slowly, brain still working at half speed.

“Can you answer some questions for me, darling?” Astrid asked, a slight laugh in her tone as she uttered the command that would make him answer honestly. “Who does your cock belong to?”

“It belongs to you.” Kolt answered immediately, knowing deep in his heart that that was the truth.

“And would you use it without permission?” Astrid’s finger lifted and fell, her eyes trained on his cock as it obeyed her every command.

“No.” Kolt shook his head, almost appalled by the very idea. He hardly seemed to notice that his cock was out, let alone reacting to her. “Of course not, it belongs to you. I’d only ever use it with your permission, and only in ways you wanted me to.”

“Very good. The cock’s yours.” Astrid’s smile widened as she watched the dawning understanding cross Kolt’s face. “So, can you answer some questions for me, darling?”

Kolt blinked and nodded, smiling a bit as he felt the suggestion work. “Yes.”

“How do you feel about it? Is it what you were hoping for?” She looked hopeful, but made sure to place a soothing hand on his thigh so he knew she wouldn’t be upset if he didn’t like it.

Kolt nodded, beaming. “It’s perfect! Absolutely perfect. It’s really hot that you can control me like that, I love it so much.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Astrid kissed the top of his head with a hum. “The cock’s mine.”

Kolt’s gaze went blank for a moment as the memories retreated too far into his brain to retrieve without her command. He shook his head to clear the feeling away, laughing softly. He didn’t know what she’d made him forget, but he knew her well enough to know it was something. “You did it again, didn’t you?” He teased, nudging her lightly. “Made me remember everything and then forget it?”

Astrid giggled and shrugged, lifting her finger lightly. “Well, I need to make sure you’re happy with what I’ve done to that lovely brain of yours. Well, that lovely brain of mine. Now, if you’re up for it, I’d love to get the chance to use my cock.”

Kolt felt his cheeks grow warm and his cock grow hard, nodding his head. He felt her take his hand, tail unwinding from around him so they could both stand and she could lead him to the bedroom. “Of course, anything you want. It’s your cock, after all.”

“How many people d’ya think we saved today?” Mya’s tail pooled into a coil on the couch beside Kolt and she nestled the rest of her body into the centre of it, giving a sigh of relaxation. “I’d say… maybe a hundred?”

Kolt gave a hum as he thought back to how many people had been put in danger by the supervillain’s antics. “I’d say closer to a thousand. Those buildings hold a lot of workers. If he’d taken them down…” He shook his head and gave a low whistle. “I’m glad we got there in time.”

“It was so cool!” Mya couldn’t keep the grin from her face as she thought back on the battle. “I mean, trapping him in a forcefield and making him fight my illusions until he tired himself out was a stroke of genius! You’re really good at coming up with ideas.”

Kolt grinned. “Well, your illusions were really what did it. They’re so convincing, it’s amazing! If I were him, I would’ve thought they were enemies to fight off too.”

“Oh…” Mya’s cheeks flushed green and she flapped her hand dismissively. “They’re not really all that powerful. Janus says I haven’t even reached my full potential yet. And I trust Janus. He’s training me to make stronger illusions, so hopefully we’ll be even stronger next time!”

Kolt felt a warm wave of contentment wash over him at the mention of Janus. A feeling of safety and trust. “Janus is trustworthy.” He agreed. “I’m sure he’ll train you up to your full potential. Y’know, I’m really glad I joined the team! We’re like a family here.”

Mya hummed and nodded, tail shifting as she settled down properly. She rested her head on Kolt’s shoulder with a wide yawn. “I’m glad you joined too, it’s been nice having you here.”

Kolt could feel the heat rising in his face, thankful that his fur blocked any sort of blush from being visible. He let his shoulder relax, trying to make it as comfortable for Mya as possible, hoping she couldn’t hear the way his heart pounded in his chest. “We should, uh… we should train together some time.” Kolt winced at how ridiculous he sounded, but he pressed on anyway. “Cause, like, our powers seem to work together well and stuff. So maybe we can work on more strategies?”

Mya gave a smile, the tip of her tail flickering quickly. It was the only sign of excitement in her otherwise relaxed body, but her tail always gave away how she was truly feeling. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Kolt’s heart felt like it flipped in his chest and he couldn’t keep the goofy grin from his face at the thought of spending more time with Mya. They’d grown very close in his time there, and he couldn’t deny the feelings he was developing for her. And it seemed like they just might be reciprocated, given the way that Mya’s tail lightly brushed up and down his leg as they sat side by side on the couch. He was just about to open his mouth and say something when the door opened and Janus slithered in with a pleased smile.

“You both did simply wonderful today.” He praised, clapping his hands together. “I am eager to see you work together more often in the future. But first, I’d like to have a private word with each of you. A debrief, if you will. Come with me.”

Kolt and Mya exchanged a curious glance, but gladly stood and followed. Neither of them would dare question Janus. He was, after all, very trustworthy. They were like a family there. They were safe. These thoughts swirled around both heroes’ heads as they followed Janus through the maze-like halls of the base. Kolt had certainly gotten more used to it as he spent more time there, but he was still impressed with the way Janus could find his way from room to room without seeming to stop and think for so much as a moment.

By the time they arrived at the familiar yellow door, Mya and Kolt were both thoroughly turned around. No matter how many times Janus brought them there, they could never seem to mentally map the path they were taking. In fact, had either of them been capable of an ounce of suspicion against their strong leader, they may have wondered if he took them in circles for a bit or along different paths each time to confuse them before they arrived. As it was, neither questioned the slightly dizzying sensation of being lost as they stared at the yellow door with matching obedient smiles.

“If you’d be so kind as to wait out here for us, Kolt.” Janus gestured for Mya to follow him into the room, the yellow door closing behind them with a metallic clang.

Kolt leaned back against the wall, scuffing his foot against the floor. He vividly remembered his first time stepping out of the room with the yellow door. He couldn’t remember what he and Janus had talked about—presumably some boring logistics or something—but he remembered Mya standing outside waiting for him. He remembered her mentioning that the walls and door were too thick to hear through. And she had been right. No matter how much he strained his ears, he couldn’t pick up on anything going on inside the room. Though, he reflected with a shrug, debriefings weren’t all that interesting to listen in on. And he’d be doing his own soon enough. So really, he’d lost nothing.

Kolt zoned out as he waited, eyes unfocused as he stared at the wall. He’d never noticed the pattern on it before. Very faintly embossed on the walls was a repeating pattern of diamonds. The longer he stared at it, the more they seemed to shift and move on the wall, almost seeming to circle around the edges of his vision. The ones he looked at head-on never seemed to move, but the ones around them were constantly shifting.

Engrossed in the wall pattern, it felt like almost no time had passed at all before the yellow door opened and the two naga came slithering out. Mya’s fingers trailed lightly across Kolt’s chest as she passed, giving an almost predatory smile with a flash of fangs as she slithered off down the hall with a wink. Kolt felt his heart skip a beat, breath taken away by the sight of the familiar—if unusually forward—look. He didn’t have time to dwell on it as Janus beckoned him into the room, ushering him into the chair.

“Now, Kolt.” Janus closed the door and turned on the fox with a smile, slithering closer. “You and I are going to have a little chat. And I need you to look me in the eyes for this. Can you do that for me?”

Kolt let Janus’ voice wash over him, the smooth tones of the naga relaxing him already. He nodded his head, locking eyes with Janus. The naga’s eyes were… hypnotic. The word drifted through Kolt’s brain without tickling anything, a peaceful smile on his face as he watched the undulating colours swirl in his irises. Something about it was familiar. Comforting. I’m safe here. The voice in his brain was his own, calm and confident. I trust Janus. Janus is trustworthy. We’re all very happy here. We’re like a family here. I never want to leave. My thoughts are all my own.

“Very good, very good…” Janus soothed softly, listening to the fox mutter the phrases he’d implanted in his mind on his first day there. “Remember what you know. All of those thoughts. Your thoughts. Remember them all. Let them flow through you. Remember the feeling of looking into my eyes. Think about how tired you get. How heavy your eyes feel. How heavy your body feels. You can’t even lift your arms, you’re so tired. But that’s okay, because you’re safe.”

Kolt let the words cover him like a warm blanket, feeling his limbs turn to lead. He couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to sit there and keep looking into Janus’ eyes, keep watching those shifting colours, keep listening to that soothing voice. And why shouldn’t he? He was safe here. He trusted Janus. Janus was trustworthy. He knew it deep in his soul. There was nothing to fear, all he had to do was obey Janus and everything would turn out fine.

“Such a pliant mind. So open to suggestions.” Janus praised, Kolt’s chest filling with warmth at the feeling of pleasing Janus. “So willing to listen to what I have to say. And after all, why not? What I have to say is very reasonable. We have the same goals, you and I. To make the world a better place. To save it from those who wish it harm. And I can help you with that. I can help you make the world a better, safer place. All you have to do is keep looking into my eyes and listening to me. Let yourself sink deeper into that content feeling. Relax for me, open your mind, accept my words as your own, accept my thoughts as your own.”

Kolt’s head lolled as he tried to nod along, too relaxed and mindless to do much more than let his head roll from one shoulder to the other lazily. He felt like he was halfway between wake and sleep, that blissful experience where dream and reality overlap and the brain is so open to suggestion. It was such a wonderful, floating feeling, he could almost imagine he was in his own bed rather than sat in the cold metal chair.

“Wonderful.” Janus’ fingers curled around something at the back of his neck, pulling a pendant on a chain out of his shirt and taking it off to hold it in front of Kolt. The chain was simple, as was the pendant. Angular, geometric… Only once it was held aloft in front of Janus’ face did it become obvious that the shape was meant to be the outline of a cobra’s hood. The pendant swung lightly in front of Kolt’s eyes, just enough that he had to follow it with his gaze, but not enough to tear his eyes away from Janus’ swirling irises.

“Look at the pendant. I need you to really look at it. Memorise it. Let it imprint into your brain until you see it every time you close your eyes. You need to know this symbol. To recognise it. To see it every time you encounter it, no matter how well hidden it is. This symbol, and only this symbol.”

Kolt’s eyes focused on the symbol, all thoughts pushed from his brain as he worked to press it into his mind like he was taking a mold of a key. He could practically feel the shape pressing into his eyelids, imprinting in his brain. He would see this symbol, recognise it anywhere it appeared. He didn’t yet know the importance of it, but he trusted Janus, he knew it must be important.

“Now, this symbol is very important. When you see this symbol, you will know deep down that the person wearing it is someone important. Someone who you should trust and listen to. Just as I am trustworthy, so are they. We all have the same goals, to make the world a better place. So when you see this symbol, know you can trust those who wear it. You should listen to those who wear it. They are good. They are safe. They are trustworthy. They know better than you.”

Kolt’s eyes fixated on the pendant, watching it swing in front of those swirling colourful eyes. His vision felt unfocused, though his eyes remained trained firmly on the symbol. Janus’ words were mere background noise to him, sinking into his brain without alerting any conscious part of him that anything had been said at all. They became his own thoughts. My thoughts are all my own. And they became something deeper than thoughts. An innate feeling of respect and subservience washed over him at the sight of the symbol.

“Very good. You’re doing very well.” Janus’ praise only reinforced the good feelings swirling in Kolt’s chest as he let everything he was being told sink deep into his brain. “Now, you know that you can trust this symbol. You can trust those who hold it. They know better than you. They will lead you to do the right thing. But only if you can obey them. You want to be a good boy and obey them, right? Obey those smarter and better than you, those who will show you the way to be good?”

Kolt’s head lolled again as he tried to nod. “Obey…” He mumbled. “Obey…”

“But to obey, you must know the right commands. So listen closely, listen well, and I’ll teach you the commands you need to know. When you hear these commands, you will know exactly what to do, and you will do it without question. When you obey a command for someone with this pendant, you will feel good. You will feel that warm fuzzy feeling of doing the right thing wash over you. You will trust them completely. you will obey their commands as though they were your own. Their commands will feel like your own thoughts and ideas. You will act on them without question.”

Kolt whined softly as Janus stopped swinging the pendant. It hung in front of the naga’s eyes, almost seeming to blend into the overlapping waves of colour in his irises. The pendant took the place of his pupils in Kolt’s addled brain, the stylised cobra hood looking perfectly in place among the swirling colours. Kolt’s mind was opened completely for Janus, ready to accept anything he was told as truth. As his own thoughts. My thoughts are all my own. The first thoughts Janus had planted into his head upon joining the team helped keep his mind open for more.

“Look into my eyes.” Janus’ voice was half suggestion and half command as Kolt’s eyes focused on the swirling colours once more. “Look into my eyes. When you see this pendant and hear that phrase, Look into my eyes, you will do as you are told. You will look so deeply into their eyes. You will not look away until you are told you can. You will look into their eyes and let that sleepy feeling wash over you. You will look into their eyes and know that they are there to command you. Look into my eyes. Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes and know what you must do when you hear this phrase.”

The words sunk deep into Kolt’s brain, dissolving into something even more intuitive than a thought. Something as instinctive as breathing.

“Look into my eyes, fox.” Janus’ voice continued, a soft monotone that easily seeped into every part of Kolt’s brain. “You are a fox. I am a naga. You know that we are not the same. You know, you agree, that you are inferior. You are here to serve naga, to help us bring back our empire. It is the right thing to do. We were made to rule, and you were made to serve. It’s the good thing to do, fox. And every time you are reminded that you’re a fox. Every time you see this symbol and someone tells you to do something, fox, you know it is the right thing to do. You will do it without question, fox. You will not question it, fox. You will know that it is true and you will agree with it, because you know that naga know better than you, fox.”

It was oddly comforting, Kolt found, to be reminded of his place. To be reminded that he was there to serve naga. He didn’t have to think, he didn’t have to worry. They would do all that for him, he could just accept what they said and do as he was told. That was all he needed to do. It was the right thing to do, the good thing to do. And he was a good fox.

“If someone says to you: you’re rather tired, fox. You will feel yourself become tired. You will agree with them, because they know better than you. You will listen to them when they tell you to go home and sleep. Or, perhaps, to sleep on the spot. They will know best, you can trust their command, fox. You will do as you are told, fox. Because naga know better than you, and you know it. You will do that for me, fox.”

Kolt’s head gave another jolting little nod. “I will do that for you.”

“You like serving me, fox.”

“I like serving you.”

“You like serving naga, fox.”

“I like serving naga.”

“Naga know better than you and your job is to do as we tell you, fox.”

“Naga know better than me and my job is to do as you tell me.”

“Very good.” Janus smiled. “And when you are told to let your thoughts grow hazy and soft, you will remember this feeling. This feeling of blissful submission. This feeling of comforting tiredness. This feeling of warmth and safety. You will remember what it feels like to have your mind wide open, ready to accept what you’re told. And you will return to this state. You will return to this state so you can be told what to do. You will not remember anything that happens when you are in this state, it will bury itself deep in your mind, too deep to access. Your thoughts are hazy and soft. And when you’re told to let your thoughts grow hazy and soft, you will return to this state. Let your thoughts grow hazy and soft. Let your thoughts grow hazy and soft.”

Kolt took in the words with ease, the phrase tying itself tightly in his mind to the feelings he was experiencing. The mindless bliss of not thinking. The deep submission of accepting others’ words as his own thoughts. The sleepy fog of his brain helping him to take suggestions and forget they were ever anything but his own ideas. His thoughts were hazy and soft. And he would gladly let them return to this state whenever he saw that symbol and heard that phrase.

“Now, we will turn to matters of the heart. Tell me, fox, how do you feel about Mya?”

A lazy smile took over Kolt’s visage as the image of Mya’s smiling face came to mind. “I like Mya. I like Mya a lot.”

“Very good.” Janus rubbed his hands together. “Very, very good. You like Mya a lot, don’t you fox? And you want to make her happy, don’t you?”

Kolt nodded, chest growing warm at the idea of being able to make Mya happy. “Yes. I want to make Mya happy.”

“Your love will make Mya very happy. So you must continue to love her. Continue to support her. She is young and naïve, she knows little of the ways of naga. But that’s alright, because you will help guide her to her full potential. Don’t you want to help her reach her full potential, fox?”

“Yes. I want to help her reach her full potential.”

“Then you must submit yourself to her. Show her your love by obeying her. Submission is the height of romance. Doing everything in your power to elevate them, to lift them up, to help them. You love Mya, and because you love her, you wish to obey her. You wish to do as she says. Because she is a naga, and she knows better than you, fox.”

“She is a naga and she knows better than me.”

“Very good. And you love her, so you wish to submit to her. You wish to obey her to show your love. You will help her unlock her true potential. You will help turn her towards her rightful place in the naga empire. You will help her learn to take her place above all other species by submitting to her. Because you love her, and that feeling of love in your chest only grows bigger and bigger every time you obey her. Every command from her makes you love her more. Every time you obey her, you love her more. Your love for her only grows and grows, and you would do anything for her. Her needs are far more important than your own, fox.”

“Her needs are far more important than my own.”

“Doing as she says is more important than anything else, fox.”

“Doing as she says is more important than anything else.”

“Very good. Very good. You will not remember anything we spoke about here. You will remember it only vaguely as a normal debriefing. But deep down, too deep for your conscious mind to reach, you will remember everything you’ve been told. You will remember this symbol. You will remember to obey everyone with this symbol. You will remember to trust and agree with anyone with this symbol. You will remember to be respectful and subservient to anyone with this symbol. You will remember to obey and agree when you are told to do something, fox.”

“I will remember to obey and agree when I am told to do something.”

“Good. You will let your thoughts grow hazy and soft when you are told to by someone with this symbol. That will return you to this state, your mind open, ready to accept anything they tell you as your own thoughts without remembering the exchange. You will love and support and obey Mya, and every time you obey her you will love her more. You will do everything you can to help her take her rightful place above you and all others who are not naga. And all of this will feel like your own thoughts. They will not seem out of the ordinary. Your thoughts are all your own.”

“My thoughts are all my own.”

“Very good.” Janus snatched the pendant up into his hand, slipping it back around his neck and blinking to release Kolt from the trance. The fox blinked and scrunched his nose a bit as he shook off the tired feeling. “That was a good debriefing, thank you for your time. Go enjoy the rest of your day off.”

Kolt smiled and stood, heading towards the door. “Thank you!”

 “Oh, hey Kolt!” Mya beamed at the fox as he stepped into the break room. “How did your talk with Janus go?”

Kolt smiled and shrugged, feeling his heart beat faster at the sight of Mya. He couldn’t quite remember what he and Janus had spoken about, but all debriefings tended to be the same anyway. Just going over the boring details of the mission. “It went well, I think. I was just gonna go out and grab some lunch.”

Mya laughed and grabbed his hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Her eyes ever so slightly unfocused for a moment before she spoke. “Oh, actually you and I should get some practice in together. You know, for next time we fight a bad guy! We did well this time, but with practice we can do better and save even more people!”

Kolt followed obediently as she led him through the hallways towards a training room, all thoughts of lunch slipping away as he felt love and adoration blossom in his chest for the cheerful naga. It was so sweet that she wanted to practice together, and really it was a good idea… Besides, her training was far more important than lunch!

Kolt let her usher him into what looked like a living room. There were a couple of couches, a table and chairs, and even a little kitchenette in the corner where a grizzled old rabbit was pouring himself a cup of coffee. A smiling frog with a distant look in her eyes was playing cards at the table with a brooding cow. Watching them from the couch was a panther with what looked to be black wings blending into his fur. It took a moment of staring for Kolt to realise that the wings were attached to him by straps.

“Hey, everyone!” Mya clapped her hands once to get everyone’s attention. “The new guy’s here! Everyone, this is Kolt!” There were a few scattered greetings, and Mya dragged him over to the panther first. “This is Dizzy, he can fly and he’s got super strength!”

Kolt waved with a grin. “Hey. I’m Kolt, I make force fields. And…” He formed one around himself, lifting into the air to hover for a moment before setting himself back down. “Maybe we should have a race some time?”

“Sick! I’m down for a race.” Dizzy hopped up to inspect Kolt, walking in a slow circle around him with an appraising hum. “Yeah, you’ve got the hero look down. Janus picked well.”

Kolt glanced around. “Which one’s Janus?”

“Oh.” Dizzy laughed and shook his head. “He’s not here right now, I’m sure he’ll be along soon to show you around. Janus is very trustworthy. If he’s not here to greet you, there’s a reason for it. He probably wants you to get used to the team first. We’re like a family here.”

The phrase tickled something in the back of Kolt’s brain, but he brushed it off, letting Mya lead him over to the card players. “This is Lily and Jasmine.” She gestured to the frog and cow respectively. “Lily can see the future and Jasmine controls the weather.”

Lily gave a smile and a slight nod of greeting. “Lovely to meet you. We’re all very happy here. I’m sure you will be too.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Oh, ignore her. She says weird stuff. I think seeing the future kinda makes it hard to hold a normal conversation. Too much going on in her head…” She shook her own head before laughing. “Anyway, you met Dizzy already, right? Never let him fly you anywhere. There’s a reason he’s called Dizzy.”

“Hey, just because you don’t like doing barrel rolls…” Dizzy defended himself with a huff.

“No one but you likes it.” Jasmine scoffed and shook her head, turning her attention back to Kolt. “Anyway, welcome to the team.”

“Thanks!” Kolt beamed. “I’m excited to work with you all!”

“We are too.” Lily smiled warmly. “We’re like a family here. I think you’ll fit right in!”

Mya pointed over to the rabbit who was brooding in the corner, sipping at his coffee with a scowl. “That’s Blue. Ice powers. Don’t bother him unless you have to. And never before he’s had his coffee. Dizzy tried once…” She shivered a bit at the memory. “Just… don’t do it.”

Kolt nodded. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. So, when do I get to meet Janus?”

“Oh,” Mya waved a hand dismissively. “Soon, probably. Don’t worry, Janus is very trustworthy.”

Kolt’s brows furrowed. “You know, Dizzy said that exact same thing earlier…”

Mya blinked, looking confused for a moment before shrugging. “Must be a coincidence. My thoughts are all my own. I just think Janus is wonderful, and I always trust him to do the right thing. He’s the reason I’m a hero now, after all! I love it here. I never want to leave.”

Kolt’s expression softened at how genuine and starstruck Mya seemed when talking about Janus. He knew this sort of thing well, younger heroes idolising older ones. It was very common and always very sweet. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Wait with us, I’m sure he’ll come round soon to show you around.” Dizzy patted the couch.

Kolt sat down, watching the game of cards. It wasn’t a game he’d seen before, but he could tell by the way that Jasmine was huffing and slamming her cards down every so often that Lily was winning. It wasn’t surprising, everyone knew not to play cards with someone who could see the future. Though Lily didn’t seem the type to use her powers for something like cheating at cards.

“Double or nothing?” Lily gave a demure smile, seemingly oblivious to how angry Jasmine was getting.

Jasmine growled, but nodded. “Fine.”

Dizzy seemed to notice Kolt’s look of confusion and shrugged. “They do this a lot. You get used to it.”

“If it makes her so mad, why doesn’t she stop playing?” Kolt asked.

Jasmine turned to look at him for a moment with a frown. “Because one day I will win my money back. Besides, I’m not mad. We’re all very happy here.”

The phrase seemed a little out of place coming out of her mouth, but Kolt brushed it off with a shrug when Dizzy laughed. “You got any more cheesy slogans for the new guy?”

“It’s not a slogan.” Jasmine glared at him. “My thoughts are all my own.”

Kolt shifted nervously. She was the second person to say that exact thing… He didn’t have much time to think about it more, the door opening and another naga entering the room. He was much bigger than Mya, his presence commanding. It was clear from the way the rest of the heroes sat up straighter and stared reverently at him that he was Janus. Mya waved him over excitedly, tail twitching once more.

“Janus, look! Kolt’s here!” She seemed more than a little awestruck by him, grinning like a fool when his gaze turned to her.

He made his way over slowly, appraising Kolt with a small nod. “Good to see you again. I’m glad you decided to join us. How about I show you around? This place can be a little… disorienting.”

Kolt gave a slight laugh and nodded, standing up. “Yeah, I’ll probably get lost in all these hallways a lot.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “All the doors look the same.”

“Don’t worry.” Janus gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and Kolt could feel the barely restrained strength behind it. He’d heard a lot about Janus, super strong, fast, and durable. He was an impressive hero, and everyone wanted the chance to work with him. “You get used to it. And we’ll all make sure to help you adjust to being part of the team.”

Kolt felt reassured by Janus’ presence, nodding in agreement and following him back into the winding, identical halls. Janus showed him a glimpse into each room as they went by, explaining a bit about how everything worked. There were bedrooms for all the team members—the five he’d met today were just the ones currently on call, the team was large and very quickly growing—a few kitchens and plenty of bathrooms. There were storage rooms for equipment, different rooms specially designed for people to practice with different weapons and powers. There were debriefing rooms, security rooms, rooms full of files on known threats… It was a lot to take in, but Janus assured Kolt that he would get used to it soon enough.

“You can ask anyone for help if you need it. Everyone is like a family on our team. Sure, there’s an argument here or there, but in the end, we always help each other.” Janus smiled warmly at Kolt. “After all, we all just want to do what’s best. That’s what being a hero is all about, right?”

Kolt nodded in agreement. “That’s why I got into the business. I want to help as many people as I can.”

“That’s very admirable.” Janus nodded. “You’ll do well with us. We want to make the world a better place, together. Now, let me show you to the most important room in the base. The programming room.”

“Is that where you hack into things?” Kolt asked, curiously.

Janus gave a vague smile and a shrug. “You could certainly say that…”

Kolt wasn’t entirely sure why the programming room would be the most important, but he trusted Janus would explain more when they arrived. He wasn’t sure how many different hallways they’d turned down, or how many of them connected to each other. It was confusing and disorienting, walking through the halls. He tried to focus on Janus’ words instead, listening to him talk about camaraderie and teamwork, much like every other team leader he’d had before.

Janus stopped in front of a yellow door, the only one that Kolt had seen so far that didn’t look like all the others. He opened the door, ushering Kolt into the room. Far from the computers he’d been expecting from a place called the “programming room,” all that was inside was a single overhead light and a chair. Janus closed the door behind them both, gesturing for Kolt to take a seat. Perhaps this was some kind of initiation? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been interrogated or otherwise tested before being trusted by a team.

“Now.” Janus pressed a button on the wall when Kolt sat down, metal shackles coming out of the chair to restrain him. “I want to show you what this room is for. The programming room. Or, more accurately, the reprogramming room. You asked earlier if we do hacking in here. And we do. But a very different kind of hacking.”

Kolt struggled against the shackles as Janus took his watch from him. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t have you getting out of that chair before you’re ready to join the team. Don’t bother trying to use your powers either, those shackles won’t let you.” Janus stood in front of Kolt, eyes swirling slightly. Kolt found himself unable to look away, Janus’ gaze too intense to break. “Relax, Kolt. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to talk to you. And you’ll listen to me, and understand what we do here.”

Kolt felt the naga’s words sink slowly into his brain, his body relaxing as soon as he was told to. Janus didn’t seem to be making any moves to touch him, merely staring into his eyes with those hypnotic swirling irises of his. Kolt wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt like he should sit and listen to what Janus had to say.

“Now, we’re going to talk a little bit, alright? I want you to keep looking into my eyes. I need to know that I can trust you. I’m sure you understand. I can’t just let anyone come in here and join us, I need to make sure you have the right intentions. That you’re not going to ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

Kolt gave an understanding nod, keeping eye contact with Janus. So far, everything he was saying sounded reasonable. Though Kolt was struggling to focus on the meaning of his words, distracted by the rhythmic undulating colours in Janus’ eyes. “Yeah, I get it. Not everyone who says they want to be a hero really does.”

“Exactly. Not everyone is here for the right reasons.” Janus gave a soft sigh. “It’s a shame, really. Our goal here is very noble. But you seem like the kind of guy I can trust. So, we’re just going to chat for a little bit, I’ll teach you some of the things you need to know, I’ll tell you more about what we do here… and then, if all goes well, you’ll be working with us properly in no time! You’ll be part of the team.”

Kolt smiled at the thought of being part of the team. Sure, they were all a bit strange, but they seemed nice enough. Except for Blue, who he would be sure to stay away from. “What do you need me to do to prove you can trust me?”

“Nothing at all.” Janus assured him. “All you have to do is look into my eyes and listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?”

Kolt nodded, focusing back on his eyes and feeling himself growing sleepy. “I can do that.”

“Remember, you need to look into my eyes the whole time. I need to make sure I can trust you. Now, tell me what you see when you look into my eyes.”

Kolt tried to shake off the sleepy feeling and focus again. “They’re changing colour. They’re… blue and green… and orange… and red…” It was like watching technicoloured ocean waves, overlapping and washing over each other.

“How do they make you feel?”

Kolt’s brow furrowed. “Tired. I feel tired. And calm. And… like my head is full of mashed potatoes.”

Janus gave a soft laugh. “Well, that’s alright. Just let that feeling wash over you. You don’t need to think, you just need to listen and understand. And you need to keep looking into my eyes, no matter how tired they make you feel. Do you understand?”

Kolt nodded. His head felt too full of fluff to fit any thoughts into it, and his eyes felt so heavy he wasn’t sure how he was managing to keep them open. But he did, still staring into the naga’s hypnotic eyes. “I understand.”

“Don’t try to fight the feeling. You’re tired, let yourself rest. Relax, you don’t need to use any energy to listen to me. You don’t need to think about my words too hard, just listen to them and you’ll understand, I promise. Don’t think, just listen. Can you do that for me?”

Kolt nodded.

“Good. Good. It’s okay, Kolt. You’re safe here.” Janus assured him, watching the fox’s eyes glaze over slowly and his head start to droop. The longer he stared into Janus’ eyes, the heavier his head felt and the more the naga’s words sank into his brain without resistance. “Repeat after me: Janus is trustworthy.”

Kolt blinked slowly and nodded. “Janus is trustworthy.”

“Good. Very good. Janus is trustworthy. I want you to remember that. To keep it in mind. If you think of questioning me, if you hear someone else question me, just remember… Nagas are stronger than you. We’re superior to you. We’re better than you, so you can trust us. Janus is trustworthy. Janus is trustworthy. You can trust me.”

Kolt’s voice was a soft mumble, his head still nodding along slowly. “Janus is trustworthy.”

“Very good. Janus is trustworthy. I trust Janus. That’s how you feel, you feel deep down that you can trust me. That you should listen to me, trust me, follow me. Because as a naga, I’m better than you. I’m your superior. You feel like you can trust me. Because you can, Janus is trustworthy. Now, say it: I trust Janus.”

“I trust Janus. Janus is trustworthy.”

“Good, good. I trust Janus. Janus is trustworthy. Now, let’s talk about the team. You’ll be very happy here, on my team. You’ll get along great with everyone! We all get along well. We’re like a family here. Can you say that? We’re like a family here.”

“We’re like a family here.” Kolt repeated obediently.

“We’re like a family here. You love us like your family. You think of us as family. If someone wants to hurt us, you defend us like your family. You support our goals, you love us, like your family. We’re like a family here. Do you understand?”

“We’re like a family here.”

“Good. We’re like a family here. And Janus is in charge of this family, as the superior being. You can trust nagas. You can trust me. Janus is trustworthy. I can trust Janus.”

“We’re like a family here. Janus is trustworthy. I can trust Janus.” The more Kolt heard and repeated the phrases, the more they sunk into his brain. He felt, deep inside, that it was true. They were like a family there. Everyone had greeted him so kindly; he was part of their family now. And he could trust Janus to lead their family in the right direction. Janus was so strong and superior to himself. He could trust nagas.

“Do you remember how you felt when I agreed to let you join us? How happy you were? And how happy you were when you met the team? Do you remember how happy the team were? We’re all very happy here. Who wouldn’t be happy, working for a naga? We’re like a family here. We’re all very happy here. Do you understand?” Janus moved closer, keeping his eyes locked with Kolt’s.

“We’re like a family here. We’re all very happy here.” Kolt repeated, feeling warmth spread through his chest as he thought about his team. No, his family. He was very happy there.

“We’re all very happy here. We’re like a family here. You feel like you’re part of the family, and that makes you happy. Being with your family makes you so happy. You trust us, you care about us. And we care about you. You’re safe here. You’re under our protection. The protection of stronger beings. I’m safe here. Remember that whenever you worry. I’m safe here.”

“I’m safe here.” Kolt gave a smile, feeling the last remaining tension seep from his shoulders. He was safe there.

“I’m safe here. You’re safe here, you’re happy here, you’ve found a family here. Why would you ever want to leave? Would you ever want to leave?” Janus asked.

Kolt shook his head, the movement sluggish and lazy. “No…”

“I never want to leave.” Janus was pleased by how well Kolt was taking the suggestions, the mantras ingraining themselves in his brain with ease. “I never want to leave. Why would you want to leave your family? Why would you want to stop serving those better than you? You’re safe here, you’re happy here. I never want to leave.”

“I never want to leave.” Kolt agreed, voice monotonous as he internalised the mantras.

“I never want to leave. Remember that. Remember everything we’ve talked about. Everything we’ve agreed on together. Janus is trustworthy. I trust Janus. We’re like a family here. We’re all very happy here. I’m safe here. I never want to leave. I never want to leave. I’m safe here. We’re all very happy here. We’re like a family here. I trust Janus. Janus is trustworthy.”

Janus repeated the mantras over and over again, watching as Kolt slowly began to mumble the phrases along with him. The two of them repeated the mantras over and over and over, Kolt’s eyes never straying from those swirling irises that captivated him so much. Slowly, Janus stopped saying the mantras. Kolt continued to mumble them to himself, body swaying back and forth as much as it could in the shackles.

“Kolt?” Janus interrupted him once he was sure the mantras had stuck. “Now we need to talk about our mission here. You’re dedicated to our mission, right? You want to make your family happy and help us achieve our goals?”

Kolt nodded. “We’re like a family here. I trust Janus.”

“Very good.” Janus gave a nod of approval. “You’re part of the family, so you want to help the family, right? The family is much bigger than you realise. There are many of us, who share a goal. You want to share our goal too, right?”

Kolt nodded. “We’re like a family here. I never want to leave.”

“Good. Because what we do here isn’t quite what you think. You’re part of our family now, so I can tell you, we’re here to bring back an ancient tradition. A very ancient tradition. Do you know any history?” Janus paused for a moment, a smile coming to his face when Kolt didn’t respond, too busy gazing into his eyes. Good. He was deep enough under hypnosis to not fight back. “Many thousands of years ago, naga ruled this part of the world. Our empire was extensive. We controlled everything. You see, naga have a power. One many no longer know about. We’re able to control people, to hypnotise them. I’ve been trying to teach Mya, to unlock her hidden power, but I need to train her first. Teach her about her people. For now, she’s as brainwashed as all the rest. As brainwashed as you’ll be by the time I’m done with you. How does that make you feel?”

“I trust Janus. I’m safe here.” Kolt replied, the mantras still echoing in his head.

“Perfect. You’re going to be part of our family. We’re a very big family, much bigger than just this team. And all over the world. You’re part of our family, and you’ll help us bring back the naga empire, to take over the world. You’ll be part of that empire, as a lovely brainwashed helper. You’ll be serving your superiors, because you know deep down that we’re better than you. That you’re here to serve us. Do you want that? Do you want to be part of our family?”

Kolt nodded, eyes still drooping and movements still sluggish. “We’re like a family here. I never want to leave.”

“Good. Now, let’s teach you one final phrase, okay? We don’t want anyone to know about this. Not even you. Janus can be trusted, but you can’t. You’re not as strong as a naga, you can’t be trusted to remember any of this. So you’re going to have to be good and forget it all for me, okay? Can you do that?”

Kolt nodded again. “I trust Janus.”

“Good. Janus is trustworthy. Now, whenever you wonder why you want to help me, why you’re agreeing to things, why you’re thinking or saying things, I need you to say ‘My thoughts are all my own.’ Okay? My thoughts are all my own. No one has told you how to feel. No one has told you to trust me, or that you’re happy here, or that we’re a family and you never want to leave. My thoughts are all my own. You’ve decided to trust and help us of your own free will. You believe all of these things. You believe them because deep down you know it’s the right thing. You know reviving the naga empire is the right thing to do. It’s the good thing to do. My thoughts are all my own. Can you say that?”

“My thoughts are all my own.” Kolt repeated, the mantras sinking deep into his brain until they really did feel like they were his own thoughts. “My thoughts are all my own.”

“Very good. My thoughts are all my own. And what thoughts are those?”

“Janus is trustworthy. I trust Janus. We’re like a family here. We’re all very happy here. I’m safe here. I never want to leave. My thoughts are all my own.”

“Wonderful.” Janus pressed the button on the wall, releasing Kolt. “Remember, I trust Janus. I trust Janus. That’s the most important thing.”

Kolt nodded. “I trust Janus.”

Janus finally broke the eye contact, his irises no longer changing colour. Kolt blinked a few times, his thoughts coming back to him, though he couldn’t recall anything that had happened since stepping into the room. Janus patted his shoulder gently. “That was a good talk. I think we can trust you. You’ll be a very good addition to our team. Now, Mya should be waiting just outside to show you to your room. Good luck. And welcome to the family.”

Kolt smiled, heading for the door and stopping for just a moment. “Thank you.”

“So, what happened in there?” Mya asked excitedly, tail flicking as Kolt slipped out of the yellow door. “The walls and doors in this place are way too thick to hear through.”

Kolt’s brow furrowed slightly as he tried to remember what had happened. He remembered Janus showing him around, telling him all about the base, leading him into a yellow room to talk… they must have spoken in there. But he wasn’t sure what about. I’m safe here, a voice in his head reminded him, calming him instantly. “I don’t remember.” He shrugged it off. “But it’s fine. I trust Janus.”

Kolt pushed open the heavy doors and walked inside, admiring how sleek and new everything looked. It seemed to be all white walls and shiny floors and gleaming metal doors. A woman sat behind the reception desk, typing away at a futuristic looking computer. Even her outfit seemed to match the rest of the building. A starched white dress and matching gloves. She glanced up at Kolt for a moment when he walked in, finishing up what she was typing before rolling her chair back to the middle of the reception desk and waving him forward.

“Mr. Lasser. We’re pleased you could join us today. We were very happy when you called to book your appointment. Such a well-known hero deserves only the best treatment, and that’s what we offer here.” The woman spoke with an even, measured tone.

Kolt smiled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh, well the place I usually go to sort of didn’t work out. I think I’m allergic to something in their fur treatment.”

“We’ve been hearing that from new clients a lot recently. It makes me wonder if other places are trying to cut costs with cheaper products. I can assure you that everything we use here is of the finest quality.” She gave a polite smile and stood. “Would you like to get straight to the treatment, or would you like to enjoy some of our other facilities first? We have a wonderful sauna and a simply lovely sun room for meditation.”

Kolt considered the sauna for a moment, but shook his head. As nice as the place was, he didn’t want to be there for too long. He still had a few things to prepare before the ceremony the next day. “Just the salon, thanks.”

“Very good. Right this way, please.” The receptionist took a step towards one of the metal doors before pausing. “Ah, we have a very strict policy about technology. I’ll need to ask you to hand over your cell phone, watch, and any other items of technology you may have.”

Kolt hesitated, glancing at his watch. He didn’t like leaving it behind. The suit inside of it was his last line of defence. “You can’t make an exception?” He asked, hopefully.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lasser.” The receptionist gave a regretful shake of her head. “But I promise you, they’ll be kept perfectly safe, and will be returned to you as soon as you’re ready to leave.”

Kolt sighed. It was unlikely anything bad would happen during a couple of hours at a spa, so he supposed he could part with it. It wasn’t easy, but he took off his watch and fished his phone from his pocket, handing them both over to the receptionist. She took out a key, unlocking a drawer in the desk and placing the items gently inside before locking it again. At least they were safe, Kolt reassured himself. And he would get them back soon.

“This way.” The receptionist gestured for Kolt to follow her, pushing open one of the large metal doors. “The treatment room is at the very back of the spa, so I’m afraid we’ll have to go through a few of the other rooms to get there. Please try to remain quiet so you don’t disturb any of the other guests.”

She led him through a second metal door and into a large tiled room. On either side were large pools full of mud. Kolt could see a couple of people relaxing in the mud baths, covered in the substance. The next room she led him through seemed to be for massages. There was a man faced down on a massage bed, getting his shoulders rubbed by a woman in an identical uniform to the receptionist. His tail was swishing softly in delight as he was massaged. Kolt lingered for just a moment, thinking about how nice a massage would be. The receptionist continued her quick strides, so Kolt had to jog for a moment to catch up to her, following her through the next set of doors.

She led him through a few more rooms. One had walls covered in stained glass, and people meditating under the multicoloured reflections. Another had soft gongs going off, in different tones and intervals, and Kolt thought he remembered reading something about “sound bathing” in the brochure for the place. After going through a few more rooms, they finally reached the treatment room. It was large and slightly cold, with a shiny black chair in the middle. The sides of the chair were raised up, looking as though his body would slot perfectly into it. Around the chair were counters and cabinets, presumably full of products and tools for treating his fur. The receptionist left him with brief instructions to strip and wait for the salon specialist. Kolt did as he was told, piling his clothes onto a chair in the corner. He waited for a few, awkward minutes before the doors opened once more and a new woman stepped inside. She was dressed identically to the rest of the staff, and had an equally professional demeanour.

“Mr. Lasser. If you wouldn’t mind getting into the chair?” She gestured to the black chair. “We’ll start with a quick inspection and brush, then move on to shampoo to make everything soft, and finally drying.”

Kolt did as he was told, his body fitting perfectly into the chair. It felt as though it were made for him. The woman’s gloved fingers sifted through his fur slowly, making soft notes about the texture and feel under her breath. When she was finally satisfied, she walked over to one of the cabinets. Kolt watched her search the drawer full of brushes to find the right type for his fur before returning triumphantly with one in hand. One side of it had long metal claws to untangle the longest parts of his fur. The other side had softer bristles made for the rest of his fur.

The woman began her work, starting at the top of his head and working her way down methodically. Kolt let himself relax into the feeling, the tips of the brush lightly scratching at his scalp in a soothing way. He generally thought of himself as a pretty hygienic guy, but she brushed parts of him he’d never even thought about. The crease where his ears met his head, the underside of his jaw, the backs of his knees. She also got places he typically struggled to reach. She had him sit up so she could brush his whole back, paying extra attention to the middle where his arms couldn’t quite reach. It felt nice.

“I’m going to tip the chair back now.” The woman warned him so the sudden change didn’t scare him. “It turns into a sort of tub that I can fill with water so we can wash your fur.”

Kolt nodded, thankful for the warning. He felt himself tipping back as the chair moved, his legs coming up until the whole chair was flat. He understood now why the sides came up so high. She would be able to fill it with water without splashing it all over the floor. She took his hand lightly, running some warm water over it and asking if the temperature was alright for him. He nodded and she left the nozzle in the tub with him, filling it slowly as she went to get the shampoo.

He closed his eyes when she returned, not wanting to get shampoo in them. He could feel the bubbles forming around him as she poured the shampoo into the water. He could smell it on the steam rising from the bath, slightly spiced with a faint chemical undertone. It felt nice in his fur, her fingers massaging it into him. This was his favourite part about going to salons. The warm water and the gentle attention were always a nice way to relax. Especially when something big and important like the ceremony was coming up.

As he laid in the bath, the chemicals in the shampoo slowly sank into his skin. He felt lethargic, sluggish. It wasn’t abnormal for him to get tired during a salon visit, so he thought nothing of it. But his thoughts slowed to a crawl. He let the woman move his limbs where she needed to, unable to muster up the energy to move himself. Not that he needed to. She was doing such a good job getting him nice and clean for the ceremony. Really, all he needed to do was let the feeling of tiredness wash over him and leave her to her job.

It felt like it was all over too soon. She finished working the shampoo into his fur and rinsing away the excess. He was clean, and all that was left was for him to be dried, and then the lovely spa visit would be over. The thought sunk in slowly, his eyes opening slightly when a shadow passed over them. She had pulled down what looked like some sort of vent, and it began to gently blow warm air towards him. He felt similar vents open in the chair itself, warming and drying him from both sides. The chemicals from the shampoo were still working through his system, keeping him slow and tired.

“Before we finish, there’s someone who wants to pay you a visit. She has a complimentary service to offer you.” The woman spoke, her words taking their time to penetrate the chemical fog that was swirling in Kolt’s brain.

He didn’t fully understand what she had said until there was a new face peering down at him. The woman was elegant and beautiful, and the grin on her face was one of triumph. She looked… familiar. Kolt tried to remember where he’d seen her before. He blinked up at her, brows furrowed as he sifted slowly through his memories. She looked a lot like one of the supervillains he was working to stop, but he couldn’t quite recall a name. Was that her? The thought didn’t bother him so much as confuse him. Was she a supervillain? Why was she running a spa if she was?

“Well, I had a whole monologue prepared for this moment, but it seems like it would be wasted on you in this state.” The woman gave an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “I suppose I’ll just go right into it then. The worm?”

She held her gloved hand out and the woman who had been washing Kolt’s fur handed her a pair of forceps. Pinched between them was something that looked akin to a slug or a fat worm. Kolt’s brain was still whirring uselessly, trying to catch up to what was happening. There was a supervillain here, running a spa, and holding a worm? He couldn’t figure out how it all connected in his head. It was a little frustrating. He was usually so good at working these sorts of things out.

He watched as the woman moved the forceps closer to his ear, the worm wriggling as though desperate to escape. He should probably move. That was his most coherent thought. But he wasn’t entirely sure how to do it. While he considered this, he felt the slimy head of the worm press against his ear. It was large. He could feel it stretching his ear canal, squirming as it tried to burrow into his ear to reach his brain. That wasn’t good. He wanted to do something to stop it, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to know what to do. Maybe his super suit could help? He just barely got up the energy to pat uselessly at his wrist, wondering why his watch wasn’t there. He remembered, as the worm wriggled farther into his ear, that he’d been told to take it off. That wasn’t good either.

The woman released the worm from the forceps once it was lodged halfway into Kolt’s ear. The worm writhed its way in, slimy and thick. It disappeared into his ear, and Kolt could feel it deep inside of him, working towards his brain. The fleshy creature filled his head, and his eye twitched slightly at the feeling of it nudging at his brain. He could feel it wriggling around in his head, searching for the perfect spot to make its home. The woman was talking to him again, probably unable to help herself from explaining her evil plan, but Kolt couldn’t focus. The wet, fleshy creature was deep inside his brain, and he could feel it burrowing deep into his memory centre, making itself at home there. His vision went fuzzy as it latched on, becoming an integral part of the memory centre of his brain.

Over the course of a few minutes, the worm managed to meld itself completely into his brain. It was, for all intents and purposes, his new memory centre. It couldn’t be removed without doing permanent damage. Not that Kolt would remember it was in there for long enough to try to remove it anyway. Already, it was working hard to take over his memories and make him forget it was there at all. Its bloated, slimy body dug deep into his brain, and Kolt could feel his whole body responding to it as its tail slithered past various parts of his brain to join the rest of its body in taking over his memories. His fingers twitched when it passed the part responsible for his movement. He babbled incoherently as it burrowed past his speech centre. With every writhing motion, his head felt fuller, like the tube of flesh was filling his whole skull.

It was almost a melting feeling in his head, sending tingles to the back of his scalp. He could feel the worm melding with his brain, its synapses hijacking his own to take over. All he could see was blurry colours, the gleaming white of the room, the shining metal of the vents still drying him with warm air, the crimson grin of his captor. He could feel the worm start to work, sending little shocks of information into his brain. His memories of the worm began to slip away, leaving nothing more than a slightly odd, pulsing feeling in the back of his head. He remembered the woman with the forceps, but he couldn’t remember what they held. Or where it had gone. Was it part of the treatment? Why was the woman there, anyway? Then, his memories of the villainous woman with the forceps began to disappear as well. Someone had walked into the room, but he couldn’t remember who. Perhaps just another worker, there to check up on the treatment? And then he didn’t even remember the interruption at all. Just the brushing, the bath, the warm fans drying him. The worm pulsed inside of his brain, leaving him wondering at the feeling. It drew out all his memories of the supervillain, replacing them with a perfectly normal day at the spa. A normal, if not a bit nicer than his usual salon experiences, brush and wash, and now a thorough drying. Nothing for him to worry about.

Kolt could feel the strength come back to him somewhat, as though he were just waking up from a deep sleep. The chemicals from the shampoo had run their course. Though, as far as Kolt was concerned, he’d only been tired because of the soothing feeling of having his fur washed. His vision refocused as the vent was lifted and the tub turned back into a chair. He looked around and saw the woman who had done his treatment, smiling at him. They were alone. He wasn’t sure why that was something he noticed. Of course they were alone, she’d been the only one to help with his treatment. And, come to think of it, she had done an amazing job. His fur felt softer than it had in years.

“I hope you had a nice time.” The woman said politely.

Kolt no longer felt the worm pulsing in his head, but it was certainly there, working exactly as it had been trained to. The woman had been so nice, Kolt thought to himself, and she’d done such a good job. He should definitely tip her, quite generously. He grabbed his clothes, searching his pockets for his wallet. He paused for a moment to dress before opening his wallet. He’d set aside a few banknotes to tip her with, but now that he thought back on his memories of the treatment, she’d done so much for him. She’d done such a good job and it had been such a pleasant experience. He pulled out a much larger wad of bills, handing them over to her with a smile.

“You did a great job, my fur feels amazing!” He praised.

The woman smiled, counting out the bills. “My boss will be pleased to hear it.”

She led Kolt back through the rooms and out to the reception area. The receptionist smiled at them both, asking how the treatment went. They both assured her that it had gone very well, and she seemed pleased. She pulled out her key, unlocking the drawer in her desk and pulling out Kolt’s belongings. She handed over his phone, watch, and usb stick. Kolt took them gratefully, putting his watch back on his wrist and pocketing the other two items. The worm slithered deeper into his brain, stopping him from wondering about the usb. Of course it was his, why else would the woman have given it to him?

 The ceremony went off without a hitch, and Kolt even got quite a few compliments. He’d definitely have to go back to that spa some time, it had been a lovely experience. But that would have to wait. For now he had work to do at the base. The days after the ceremony were busy ones. There was a lot to do, and Kolt had already taken two days off, between his spa day and the ceremony. He didn’t have time for anything even close to a break for a few days afterwards. When he finally did, he found himself standing in the hallway, feeling like there was a thought nagging in the back of his mind.

He’d forgotten to do something important. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, but there was something he needed to do. His hand strayed absentmindedly to his pocket, fiddling with the usb drive. He froze. That’s what it was! He rubbed his forehead, feeling ridiculous for having forgotten. He made his way to the nearest computer room, plugging the usb into the port. How could he have forgotten to do this? It was very important! He couldn’t… quite remember why it was important. But it needed to be done.

He watched words fill up the screen, walking him through what he needed to do. He tapped away at the keys, doing what he was told. Once it was done, a message flashed onto the screen, letting him know he could take out the stick. He pulled it out, disposing of it discreetly. He stopped and blinked. What had he just been doing? He remembered standing in the hallway, and now he was at a computer. He looked at the computer, but it seemed to be running like normal. Why had he gone in there? He thought about it for a moment longer before deciding he’d probably just gone in to check that he’d updated the files after his last mission. He sat down at the computer and checked, confirming that he had. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten walking into the room, he must have been really tired. He stretched and yawned, heading off for a well-earned nap.

The fox weaved his way through the crowd, stopping off here and there to look at some items. His gear was still intact from his last adventure, so he was mostly stocking up on general items. A few torches in case he needed to light his way through a cavern or dark tunnel. A new length of rope since his was currently dangerously frayed from use. And rations. He always made sure to stock up plenty on rations. He could never be totally sure how long his adventures would last, or where his next opportunity to get food would come from while he was away, so he always bought plenty. He needed to keep his strength up, after all.

He made his way over to the butcher’s stall to get some dried meats to take with him. The line was short, but the person in front was taking a while to decide on what to buy, so Kolt had time to look around. The first thing he spotted was a little tent tucked away between two busy stalls. It was colourful and the sign outside it boasted a proficiency in divination magic. He made a mental note to go there once he’d gotten his food. Perhaps he could find out more about the cave he was preparing to explore.

The second thing he noticed was three small children. They were crowded around the side of the butcher’s stall, staring hungrily at the food being displayed. Their clothes were ragged and it was clear they didn’t have enough money to buy anything from the stall. Kolt’s heart sank at the sight. The world was already so big and scary for children, going hungry on top of that was just too much.

He stepped out of line, getting the kids’ attention and pressing a coin into each of their palms. “Go on. Buy yourselves something to eat.”

He smiled at the way their faces lit up. They all thanked him, the youngest even venturing to hug his knees before they ran off to find something even better than dried meat for their lunches. He stepped back into line, feeling a lot better. Sure, it wasn’t much. It wouldn’t keep them from going hungry another day. But it did give them another day to find their own means, and that wasn’t something to take lightly.

When he got to the front of the line, he bought enough dried meats for a few weeks, figuring it should be enough to sustain him. From what he’d heard, the cave was smaller than some of the others he’d been in. But inside was a fearsome group who were stealing people from the nearby village. He had promised the villagers that he would go put a stop to it, and hopefully return their people to them, if they were still alive.

With that done, he looked around again for the tent that had caught his eye. Despite its colours, it blended seamlessly into the bustle of the busy market, and it took him a moment to find it again. When he did, he made his way over to it, lifting the flap to peek inside quietly. He didn’t want to disturb anyone if someone else was in there finding out about their future or what a dream they’d had meant.

Inside sat a beautiful cow. Her hair was long, and she was decorated in gold, from the detailing of her clothes to the rings in her nose and ears. She looked perfectly at home in the tent, surrounded by crystal balls and mirrors and various other items used for her divination. Her eyes were closed, but she beckoned him into the tent nonetheless, gesturing for him to take a seat at the little table across from her.

Kolt sat down, sinking into the soft cushioned chair. As the tent flaps closed behind him, the sounds of the marketplace disappeared entirely. The tent was quiet and cosy, the perfect place to practice magic. The air was warm and was filled with the thick, heady smell of incense. Kolt wondered absentmindedly if she ever took a nap in here between customers. It seemed like a great place to fall asleep.

Once he settled in, he began to notice the soft sounds coming from the cow. Her lips were moving, speaking quiet words that he couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was low and soothing, a soft moo underlying each word she spoke. She finished whatever spell she had been working on after a few minutes, setting aside the worn tome she had in her lap and opening her eyes to look at him. She appraised him for a moment, taking stock of the fox before speaking.

“My name is Hendra. What can I do for you today?” Her voice was just as soothing as before, and Kolt felt himself relaxing even more.

It took him a moment to remember why he had gone in there in the first place. But as soon as he remembered the poor villagers and their missing families, he became serious once more. “I’m going to be going into a cave near here. Do you know the village just beyond the hills?”

Hendra nodded once. “I’m familiar with it, yes.”

“People have been going missing from there. The youngest and healthiest of them too, peoples’ spouses and children’s parents. They’re running out of people to tend the farms, and they’re worried about their missing families.” Kolt frowned, feeling a pit deep in his chest as he thought about how heartbroken the remaining villagers were.

“Oh my.” Hendra’s expression was unreadable, but her voice was soft and sympathetic. “Do you wish to know the fates of the missing? Whether they are alive or dead?”

Kolt shook his head. “I plan to find them either way. I’ll bring them back to their families, even if it’s just their bodies to be buried. But I want to know what to expect. Can you tell me what my journey will look like? Any information you can give me will help”

Hendra smiled and nodded. “Of course. Just relax, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Kolt watched as she closed her eyes and began to speak once more, the soft moos soothing him as he listened. He could hear her more clearly this time, though she didn’t seem to be speaking a language that he knew. It was a spell, he figured, to see into his future.

The atmosphere was relaxing, despite how worried he was about the missing villagers. Hendra’s voice calmed him, and he let his body sink deep into the comfortable pillows. He watched her chant the spell, her body swaying back and forth slightly, her lips moving so slowly. He felt himself begin to sway as well, body rocking ever so slightly. The motion was soothing.

His own eyes slipped closed as hers opened, spell complete. She spoke again, in the common tongue this time. “Yes, I can see it. You are in a cave. It is bright, it looks like a home. All around you are the missing people. They are smiling. They are happy.”

Kolt felt his whole body relax, all the tension seeping from his muscles. He was going to succeed. She had seen it. Him, saving the villagers. He felt like all the weight had been lifted from his body. Like he could float. They would be safe. He would save them. There was nothing to worry about.

“Would you like to know more about your journey?” Hendra asked, voice melodic and smooth.

Kolt nodded slowly, and she began to speak. She described the cave to him, the one on the outskirts of the village that he was planning on going to. She spoke in great detail, describing to him each stone he would pass on the way, each tree he would see as he journeyed from the village toward the cave. He felt as though he were making the journey as she spoke, his body drifting along the path slowly.

Her words slipped into his ears like water, dripping into his brain and filling it with comforting thoughts of heroism and safety. The cave was safe. The villagers were safe. He would find them, and they would be happy. Everyone would be happy. The thought filled his head, pushing all else out until only her voice remained, promising him good things. All will be well in the end. He couldn’t tell if the thought was his own or if Hendra had said it, but he didn’t care. All would be well in the end.

Her voice filled his head, her soft moos lulling him. He barely registered her words, focused now on the mooing sound under them. It was rhythmic and slow, a deep sound that came from her chest as she spoke. The sound washed over him in waves, and with each wave his head became emptier and emptier. His thoughts were replaced with the sound of her mooing, the sound echoing through him, putting him into an almost sleep-like state. His head dropped forward slowly, his whole body going almost limp as her moos lulled him into a deep trance.

Hendra continued to speak, though her words were of little consequence. The underlying moos were what mattered, keeping him in a trance as she stood and rounded the table to stand before the hypnotised fox. She lifted his head gently, easing her udders close to him. She pressed a teat to his lips, and through the haze he opened his mouth, letting the warm round teat into his mouth. She held his head gently, keeping him close to her udders.

“You must be so thirsty.” She murmured, keeping the same even tone as when she had told his future. “There’s plenty of milk in my udders for you to drink.”

The words sunk into Kolt’s brain like a sponge, and the thought felt like his own as he began to suckle. He felt the creamy milk on his tongue, warm and fresh. Her udders were heavy with milk, and he drank it down in slow gulps, feeling it settle in his stomach. Warmth radiated through him, making him calm and compliant. His limbs felt heavy. His eyelids too weighed down for him to open them. But he didn’t need to. He was safe here, with Hendra.

Her fingers ran through his fur, stroking his head gently as he drank deeply from her udders. She murmured softly in his ears, the words feeling like his own thoughts as she spoke them. “Good boy. You’re very relaxed. You’re so compliant. You’d do anything for me. Keep drinking. Keep drinking, and listen to my words. You want to make me happy. Your only goal is to make me happy. The only thoughts in your head are the ones I give you, and your only desire is to please me.”

Her words settled over Kolt, sinking into him and filling him. He continued to suck at the udder in his mouth, drinking her milk and feeling its warmth spread through him. He wanted to please her. He would do anything for her. He wanted to keep drinking and listen to her words. Her words that were also his thoughts. He didn’t need to think, she would do all the thinking for him now. He was safe with her.

“Good boy. Keep drinking.” Hendra gave a content moo. She could tell that the hormones in her milk were mixing well with her words to make him sleepy and eager to please. “Do you want to make me happy?”

Kolt could barely get up the energy to nod. He did want to make her happy. It was all he wanted. He continued to drink her milk, the slow suckling soothing him even more and lulling him into a deeper and deeper trance. He was willing to do anything she asked. He was hers to control. He had no thoughts of his own any longer, only the thoughts she told him to think.

“I want you to give me all your money. You won’t need it anymore. I’ll take care of you. I’ll provide everything you need. You have no more need for money, so you should give it all to me.” Her words seeped slowly into his brain and he nodded once more.

His arm felt like it was full of lead, as he lifted it slowly. He searched around for his pack, letting his hand fall into it. He closed his fingers around his coin purse, pulling it out. The coins clinked as he handed them all over to Hendra. She tucked them away for safekeeping, still stroking her hands through his fur. His scalp tingled pleasantly at the feeling of her fingers stroking his head.

“Very good boy.” Her praise filled him with warmth. “Keep drinking my milk, and listen to my words. You love the taste of my milk. You want to keep drinking from my udders. It makes you feel warm and safe. You want to listen to my words and do everything I say. You want me to tell you what to think and do and feel. You feel safe.”

Her words wrapped around Kolt like a blanket. Her udder was warm in his mouth, and he drank her milk happily, enjoying the pleasant flood of obedience that came with it. He wanted to be obedient for her. He wanted to drink milk from her udders for as long as she would let him.

“You never have to think for yourself again.” She promised him, and the words comforted him. “You will do everything I tell you to. You work for me now. I don’t pay you in money, I pay you in happiness. The happiness you get from being a good boy and doing what you’re told. Are you ready to work for me?”

Kolt gave a heavy nod, unable to move his head more than a few millimetres. All of his energy went into suckling on the teat in his mouth, drinking her delicious milk. Her udders were full of it, and no matter how much he drank, he was never full and the flow never stopped. He just kept drinking and drinking, letting the milk make him more and more obedient.

“Good boy. You’ll do a very good job working for me. A strong, handsome man like you will do very well. When I tell you to, you will get up and take the bag from under the table. You will go down to the docks and meet a thief from the guild. You will take the money he offers you and give it to me the next time we meet. You will keep it safe until then. Can you do that for me?”

Kolt nodded, the orders rooting deep in his subconscious.

“Next, you will deliver the letters and money in the bag. The first one will go to the guard outside the doors to the city jail. You will pay them a bribe and give them the letter with their instructions. The next letter will go to an assassin who will meet you behind the stables at the city gates. You will pay him as well, and give him the letter that tells him who I want killed. The final letter goes to a man in the village just beyond the hills. He gives my milk to the strongest and healthiest of villagers so they bend to my will. You will pay him and give him the letter that tells him to send me more villagers. Can you do all of that?”

Kolt nodded again. The instructions were simple enough. Go here, take this, give that. The rest of her words meant nothing to him, only serving to addle his brain further. Each new piece of information was accompanied by another soothing moo, adding to his trance. He would do what he was told, and he knew no more than that.

“When you are done, you will head to the caves just outside the village. You will see the missing villagers. They are all happy. You will join them. You will be happy too. Do you want to be happy?”

Kolt’s head drooped slightly as he tried to nod.

“Very good. The cave is our home. There are beds and food, it has everything you need. You will live there with me, and do everything I tell you to. You will be good and obedient, and I will reward you for it. But the only reward you need is my happiness. When you get to the cave, you will go to my room and sit on my bed. You will wait there for me to give you more orders.”

Hendra looked down at Kolt. He was strong and handsome, and so very obedient. He was still suckling at her udders, drinking down that potent milk of hers that helped him slip further and further into mindless compliance. His fur was soft under her fingers as she stroked his head. He would make a very good agent, working to do her bidding in the seedy criminal underbelly of the city. And he would make a very good toy for her pleasure as well.

“Drink up, my darling.” She mooed, wanting to make sure he was thoroughly under her control before she let him go. With his strong sense of justice, she needed to make sure he was completely brainwashed and loyal to her, so that he didn’t rebel against the criminal dealings she was asking him to do for her. But given the way his eyes were closed and his body swayed slightly, the way he sucked the milk from her udders and nodded at her every command, she was confident she had his complete obedience.

Her words trailed off into soft moos, letting him drink her milk and listen to the soothing sound. Kolt’s whole body was relaxed, his brain empty of everything except her commands. He was entirely hers to control. And it felt so good.

She finally removed her udder from his mouth, stroking his head and mooing for just a moment longer before pulling away entirely. He continued to sit, sank deep into the cushions of the chair, eyes closed and body swaying slightly.

“Now, do you remember your orders?” Hendra asked, and Kolt nodded. “Very good. Get to work.”

She watched him move slowly. He rose from the chair, body still feeling heavy. He swayed in place for a moment before opening his eyes slowly. He looked at Hendra, saw her smiling face, and smiled in return. She was happy, so life was good. He would do as she commanded. His movements were slow and jerky at first, but he got the hang of moving again as he reached under the table and grabbed the bag she had told him about. She watched him sling it over his shoulder, leaving his old bag full of his adventuring gear behind as he left the tent in a daze, ready to do Hendra’s bidding.

She watched him go with a smile on her face, satisfied that he would do everything she had told him to. He would make a very fine helper. And he wasn’t bad looking either. She would have a lot of fun with him.

Alexei could feel the cool evening air through the new gash in his shirt. He turned back to face them, holding his sword at the ready. “I do like how you look when you’re scared…” he teased, feigning a lunge and slashing at their side, blade ripping a slit up the side of their trousers.

“And I like how you look on your knees.” Dian gave a few slashes, their sword sparking against Alexei’s as he parried. “Which I’m sure I’ll get to see again soon.”

Alexei scoffed, hooking his sword around theirs to pull them close to him. His free hand lightly took hold of their waist. “I seem to recall you being the one on your knees last time we sparred.” He sighed wistfully. “Such fond memories… How about we recreate them?”

Dian flipped their wrist, freeing their sword and pushing Alexei towards the wall with a few well-timed sweeps of their blade. “I went easy on you last time. Didn’t want you feeling bad about how much better I am with a sword than you.”

Alexei dodged to the side, keeping himself from getting stuck between Dian and the wall. As he passed, Dian managed another slash to his shirt. “Oh we both know that’s not true.” Alexei gave a teasing smirk and a wink. He went for Dian again, but they deflected the blow.

“You’re shameless.” Dian snorted, the double meaning of Alexei’s prowess with swords not lost on them. They sent the blade through his trousers this time, Alexei only managing to block their second blow. “I think someone needs to teach you some humility.”

“Someone like you?” Their blades connected once again, and Alexei managed to push them back a few steps, throwing them off balance for a moment.

Dian gave a faux exasperated sigh. “I suppose if I must… after all, someone needs to teach you some manners.” They recovered and lunged for him, Alexei just barely dodging to the side in time.

“I have plenty of manners. Like letting you win sometimes. It’s only polite.” He aimed a flurry of blows at them, some they deflected and some which shredded through their top.

“So arrogant.” Dian chastised, lunging at Alexei. “I ought to knock you down a peg or two.”

Alexei dodged to the side with a grin. “Peg?”

Dian managed to catch their blade under the cross-guard of Alexei’s sword. “Of course that’s all you can think about.”

They twisted their wrist, sending the grip from Alexei’s hand so his sword went skittering across the courtyard. They ducked in behind him, pushing the back of his knees so he fell to the floor before twisting back in front of him. They levelled the blade to the centre of his chest for a moment to show that they’d won. Then they lifted their sword, the flat of the blade catching under Alexei’s chin to tilt his head up, forcing him to look at them.

“Now, what should I do with you?” They murmured. “You were so rude.”

Alexei’s cheeks were flushed pink and he gulped. “I-I’m sorry, Sir…”

Dian kneeled down, keeping the blade under his chin as they got close enough to look him in the eyes. “Sir? Oh my… Is this what you do every time you lose? You must have been a lovely little toy for so many pirates if this is what happens when they beat you.”

Alexei bit his lip, staring pleadingly at Dian. In response, they lightly pushed the tip of the blade against his throat, tilting his head up slightly more.

“Aren’t you going to answer me? Is this what you do with everyone you lose to? Are you just a little slut for whoever can beat you?”

Alexei gave a tiny jerky nod, trying hard not to upset the blade against his throat. “Y-Yes, Sir.”

“I bet you’ve been fucked by so many pirates. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir… so many…” Alexei sighed out wistfully, blushing dark red.

Dian grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up, tossing their sword aside lightly and pushing him towards the wall. They pushed him up against the cool stone wall, drawing their dagger from the belt at their hips. They pressed it against his throat, forcing him to keep his head tilted up so he couldn’t see them. He was trembling ever so slightly in a mixture of arousal and artificial fear. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him more than he wanted, and that they could easily heal him from just about anything. There was no real danger. But he enjoyed the feeling of being helplessly at their mercy. The fear that if they wanted to they could be dangerous to him. That was the kind of fear he enjoyed.

“Not quite so quick with your mouth now, are you?” They teased, pulling the blade from his throat only to run the cold flat of it against his cheek. He shivered and they laughed. “That’s okay, I’m sure I can find a better use for it soon.”

“Thank you, Sir…”

Dian gave a soft huff of a laugh. “Let’s get you out of these rags…” they indicated with the dagger to his shredded clothing.

Without warning, they shoved the blade up under his shirt, pulling it through the front and up to slice it neatly in two. They pushed the dagger up his right sleeve next, letting him feel the sharp metal against his pulse point for a moment before slicing up the arm too. The other arm was next, and the shirt fell to the floor behind him. They kept one hand on his stomach to symbolically keep him in place, pulling the knife up through his trousers next until they fell off him too. When they looked back up at him, his eyes were closed and he was taking deep breaths to steady himself. It brought a smile to their face to see just how damp his pants were. They wondered idly how much of it was from the sparring and how much from the teasing afterwards. Either way, he was already soaking wet.

They pushed the tip of the blade between his breasts, resting it lightly against the skin there. Their free hand came up to cup his pussy, palm rubbing against his clit roughly. “You really are just a slut, aren’t you? Already so wet.”

Alexei whimpered and pressed his hips into their hand. “Yes, Sir.”

Dian hooked the blade under the front of Alexei’s bra, pulling forward to tear it off of him. His breasts spilled out and he gasped softly, whimpering when they finished off removing his underwear with two quick slices by his hips. They lightly ran the tip of the blade from his naval up his chest and back under his chin. They pressed the edge of the blade against his throat again, a bit lower this time so he could still look at them.

“I could kill you if I wanted to.” They mentioned casually.

“Mhm…” Alexei nodded, pressing his thighs together with a soft whimper.

“Well? Aren’t you going to beg for your life?” They raised an eyebrow.

Alexei bit his lip and gave another little nod, wary of jostling the blade. “Please, please spare my life, Sir! Please… my life is in your hands, please don’t kill me, please…”

Dian seemed to consider this, looking unconvinced. They pressed the knife just slightly more, taking care not to actually break skin. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”

Alexei rubbed his thighs together, feeling the wetness dripping down them slightly. “Mmm… I’ll do anything! Please, I’ll do anything for you. You can do anything to me, just please don’t kill me!”

Dian grinned, pulling the blade away from his throat and caressing his cheek with it again. “Oh you’re so cute when you beg.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Alexei let out a small breath and tried not to smile.

“Hmmm… what to do with you…” They pulled back slightly to look him up and down, admiring his body. They sheathed their dagger. “Get on your knees.”

Alexei obeyed immediately, dropping to his knees and staring at their boots submissively. His hands were folded behind his back, legs spread slightly. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”

Dian laughed, pushing their boot up between his legs to rub against his dripping cunt. “Look at you, little slut. All wet and needy for me. Pathetic.”

Alexei mewled softly, hips pressing into their boot. “Sorry, Sir.”

Dian shook their head. “Don’t apologise. I spared your life for a reason. I want a pathetic slut like you to play with.” They pulled their boot back and sighed. “But look. You made my boot all messy with that sloppy cunt of yours.”

Alexei bit his lip. “Should… should I clean it up, Sir?”

Dian pulled his hair harshly so his head tipped up to look up at them. “Of course you should clean it, stupid whore. Now get to work.” They let go of his hair and offered their boot.

Alexei leaned down, tongue flickering out hesitantly to touch their boot. He moaned softly at the taste of himself, his tongue getting more and more bold as he licked their boot clean. Dian had, of course, done a nice little cleaning spell on their boot after the sparring to make sure it was up to Alexei’s standards. They watched him with a self-satisfied grin as he all but worshipped their boot, licking and kissing it deferentially. Once it was clean, they offered the other one. That one was already clean, but it didn’t stop Alexei from eagerly worshipping it. They stopped him with a hand in his hair, pulling him back up to kneel and tilting his head back to look at them again. With a wave of their hand, their clothes disappeared.

“You really are good with that mouth of yours. How about you show me?” They pulled him towards their cock, keeping a firm grip on his hair as they pushed his face into it roughly.

Alexei moaned, licking at the shaft for a moment before taking it into his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly, taking it all the way into his mouth. They pulled his hair hard, angling their hips forward so he was looking directly up at them while still having their cock buried in his throat. He moaned and whimpered, staring up at them with a half-lidded, adoring gaze as he worshipped and pleasured their cock.

“Such a good slut…” They murmured, gently petting his hair. “I can tell you’ve done this before. You’re used to being on your knees, sucking dick, aren’t you? What a talented whore.”

Alexei flushed at the praise, looking like he was in absolute heaven between their thighs. He whined softly when they pulled him back by his hair. They gave him a warning look, but let it slide for the moment. They had much more important things to do right now. They pushed him back until he was laying on the ground, staring up at them in wonder and excitement. They grabbed their dagger again, unsheathing it with a sharp zing. Alexei shivered.

“You like my knife?” They teased, taking a seat beside him and running it down his chest before circling each breast with it.

“Yes, Sir.” Alexei nodded, shivering at the cold metal touch.

“Look at these big tits of yours.” Dian murmured, lightly poking the tip of the dagger into one of his nipples, just enough to hurt without breaking skin. Alexei moaned. “How can anyone resist you with tits like these? They’re just begging to be played with.”

Their knife travelled lower, sharp blade skimming against his stomach. “Or maybe it’s you begging for people to play with them. That’s what sluts like you do, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” Alexei bit his lip, hoping they would play with his tits again.

“You’re lucky I decided to keep you around. This knife is very sharp…” They commented lightly, pressing it down slightly just above his naval. “One little slip and I could cut you open. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

Alexei bit his lip and shook his head. “N-no…”

Dian hummed thoughtfully, pushing the hilt of the dagger between Alexei’s legs and into his cunt for just a moment before pulling it back out and inspecting it. “Seems like you might be lying about that…” they teased. “You’re absolutely dripping. Does the fear turn you on that much? Or are you even more of a masochist than I’d realised?”

Alexei was about to respond when they pushed the hilt into his mouth. He moaned softly at the texture and taste of the leather grip mingled with his own wetness. They pushed it in and out of his mouth a few times before pulling it out and pressing the flat of the blade against his lower lip. He gave a slight whimper, eyes fluttering slightly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stab you.” They continued, casual as anything. “Toys like you are much more fun alive. Not to mention you’re only of use to me while you can use that lovely mouth of yours.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Speaking of which…” They flipped their leg over Alexei’s head, kneeling above his head. They pushed their cock deep into his throat, sitting on his face. They were facing the rest of his body, admiring it with a grin as they resheathed their dagger. They pinched his nipples tightly, pulling them up as much as they could and watching his tits stretch. They dropped them again, feeling Alexei moan around their shaft. They tugged and twisted at his nipples, pinching harder every time he moaned around them. He sucked their cock enthusiastically, reacting beautifully to the delicious torture of his sensitive nipples.

They pulled away before he could make them cum, standing and admiring Alexei for a moment. “Such a good toy…”

Alexei gave a happy hum. Dian snapped their fingers and a strapon appeared in their hands. On the other end of it was a much smaller dildo. Alexei arched his hips a bit, expecting it to be pushed into his cunt, but instead Dian slipped it into his mouth. It became clear to Alexei that it wasn’t a strapon, but a gag. Dian clipped it around his head before lowering themself onto the dildo with a moan, clearly having used magic to prepare themself for it. They rocked their hips slowly, starting to ride it as Alexei stared up at them with a mixture of arousal and desperation. They were incredibly hot, knees on either side of his head, riding the dildo sticking out of his mouth like an expert. He watched them roll their hips, raising and lowering themself. He watched the dildo slip in and out of their ass, wishing it were his tongue or his fingers or his strap instead. He sucked eagerly on the small dildo in his mouth, wishing his throat was getting fucked by Dian instead of his tongue teasing along the silicone shaft.

They pressed their hips down hard on the dildo, arching their back as they came all over his face. Their fingers tangled in Alexei’s hair, pulling it harshly as they rode the dildo through their orgasm. Once it subsided, they stood and removed the gag, vanishing it. They took one last look at Alexei before turning on their heels and heading towards the door. Alexei scrambled after them, lightly grabbing their boots.

“Please! Please… can I cum?” He begged.

Dian looked down at him, trying and somewhat succeeding in pretending to be annoyed. “Do you deserve it?”

Alexei nodded eagerly. “Please! I think I do! And… and I’ll do anything else to earn it!”

Dian thought for a moment before sighing and grabbing one of the discarded swords. They grabbed Alexei by the hair and pushed him back to sit against the wall. They focused on the sword for a moment, using their magic to sanitise and blunt it so it was safe. They pushed the blade deep into his cunt, making sure it was just blunt enough not to cut him while still feeling decidedly like a sword. Alexei’s toes curled in shock, gasping and trembling. It took him a few moments to realise the blade hadn’t cut him. Dian smirked, noticing how wet he had gotten from the fear. Alexei relaxed a bit and moaned softly, rolling his hips a bit. Dian pulled the sword out and pushed it back in, only able to fit some of the blade into his cunt. They fucked him roughly, watching as he relaxed more and arched his back, moaning eagerly. It wasn’t long before his cunt clenched tightly around the blade, body shaking and cum dripping down the length of the sword.

Dian pulled the sword out when his orgasm subsided, disappearing the sword. They stroked his cheek gently and then ran their fingers through his hair, giving him gentle affection as he recovered from the scene. Once he was calmer, they helped him up and led him inside, promising him lots of kisses and aftercare.

So there he was, standing behind the counter in his little skirt and corset, waiting for closing time so he could unwind and maybe take revenge on Killian for making him take his shift. The time seemed to drag on. Especially since this woman had already asked him about the properties of three other ingredients. Dian was shelving things on the other side of the shop, humming cheerfully to themself. Alexei let himself zone out as he parroted Harri’s explanations to the woman. His eyes focused on Dian’s ass, remembering the way he’d grabbed it the night before as he fucked them from behind. Maybe he’d do that again after the shop closed...

Alexei almost jumped as he felt a hand squeeze his ass. A soft voice, quiet enough for just him, whispered “am I distracting you? You’re staring.”

He glared slightly when he saw Dian looking across the shop at him with a grin, keeping up the stream of words though he was less and less sure they were the right ones. The customer seemed perfectly happy so far, though, so he wasn’t about to question it. He took the chance when she was staring at the seeds to stick his tongue out at Dian and shake his head, before immediately picking back up with his explanation.

He heard the voice again, Dian’s soft whisper in his ear. “I can distract you more if you’re going to be a brat.”

The hand on his ass slipped lower, sliding between his legs to press firmly against his cunt. Alexei shot another glare at Dian as the hand started rubbing him teasingly, but they were back to packing shelves and humming. He turned his attention instead back to the customer, launching into another explanation as she asked about another ingredient. This one was housed in a rather large ornate box on the counter. Alexei lifted the lid to show her the ingredients, his chin just barely clearing the top of the lid and the rest of his body mercifully hidden behind it.

He saw a flash of glowing pink from the bottom of his vision, feeling his tits being pulled out over his corset behind the box lid. He managed to keep his voice level as two hands started fondling his breasts, squeezing them gently. Fingers pinched and pulled lightly at his nipples, being relatively kind for the moment. Alexei tried to focus on his words rather than the feelings, even as his nipples got hard under the fingers playing with them. He shifted his hips against the hand between his legs, trying to relieve some of the tension as he chatted casually about the dried mushrooms inside the box. Damn Dian and those magic glowing hands of theirs.

“If you weren’t such a loud whore about it, I’d be much rougher right now. But that’ll be something to look forward to once we close up, right?” Their voice laughed in his ear, the hands giving his nipples a gentle squeeze as though to promise much worse later.

Alexei tried to ignore the voice as best he could, chatting with the customer with a smile. He could feel the hand between his legs slide father up, teasing lightly across his stomach to make him shiver. Fingers hooked in his panties, pulling them down his leg ever so slowly.

“They’re wet already…” Dian’s voice teased.

Alexei had to bite back a few choice curse words, knowing Dian wouldn’t hear it but the customer would. Instead, he launched into another recipe the mushrooms could be used for. The hand crept back up his leg, teasing his wet pussy gently. Fingers stroked his clit lightly and he was thankful for the cane in his hand that he could lean on slightly.

The woman tried to move on to another ingredient, but Alexei quickly caught her in another explanation of a use for the mushrooms as he hastily pushed his tits back into his corset, swatting the pink hands away gently. He wasn’t about to close the ingredient box lid with his tits out and getting felt up by disembodied magical hands. He finally closed the box and moved on to the next item, shuffling a bit behind the counter to get a look at the ferns she was pointing to.

“What? I thought you wanted everyone to see your tits.” Dian’s voice teased in his ear. “Why else would you walk around looking like the star of an orgy?”

Alexei bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from expressing his annoyance. Not that he was about to signal them to stop. This was far too fun. But they sure were a bastard. He couldn’t keep his voice from hitching as a glowing pink finger slipped into his dripping cunt, quickly followed by a second. The customer didn’t seem to notice thankfully, but Alexei had to fight to keep his words coming out like normal. He was almost certain he wasn’t saying the right things any more, but he couldn’t focus enough to find out as the hand showed no mercy thrusting in and out of him. Another hand focused on his clit, stroking it at a teasingly slow pace.

The customer asked a question about some piece of equipment or other, and Alexei managed to point her in the right direction. She turned to the shelf, back to Alexei for the moment. He relaxed a bit and focused on the fingers fucking his cunt. He gripped his cane and the counter tightly, moving his hips in time with each thrust.

Two glowing hands approached him, one pushing its fingers past his lips and taking hold of his tongue. It was pinched roughly between forefinger and thumb, and pulled out of his mouth and down so his mouth was held open. The other hand slid two fingers into his mouth, pushing into his throat as deep as they could possibly go. It was all he could do not to gag or moan. Every time the fingers thrust deep into his cunt, the others pulled out of his mouth. And every time the fingers were pushed down his throat, the others pulled out of his cunt. He was a drooling mess by the time the hands in his mouth disappeared. They left him only a few seconds to make himself presentable again before the customer turned around to ask about something else.

Alexei smiled politely, counting his blessings that she didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He tried to reply to her question, but the fingers inside of his pussy curled, rubbing against the perfect spot and he had to take a moment to compose himself. He pretended to spend the time thinking before recovering his voice and answering her question.

“You’re disgusting.” Dian laughed in his ear. “Don’t think I don’t notice all that drool on your tits. What a messy slut. And your cunt is so wet.”

Alexei’s thighs were trembling, barely able to keep himself upright as he explained something or other to the customer. He was almost entirely sure it was complete babble, but she still seemed perfectly happy with his answers. He shot a warning glance at Dian who was thankfully done stocking shelves and was instead watching Alexei suffer with a polite smile on their face.

They took the hint, swooping in to pull the customer over to the other side of the store to look at some sachets. They made sure her back was to Alexei, keeping an eye on him over her shoulder. Alexei sighed in relief and sank down behind the counter on his knees. He dug his nails into his palms, trying to keep quiet as a third finger was pushed inside of him. He could see Dian through the glass of the counter, slightly obscured by the contents. But they were certainly watching him, that same little smile on their face as their glowing hands fucked Alexei nice and hard. Another glowing hand appeared, pulling his head back roughly by his hair. He stifled a whine as his hair was pulled harshly. The two hands from before returned, one pinching his tongue and the other fucking his throat.

A couple of hands grabbed at his tits again, while two more groped his ass. The fingers in his mouth changed shape, filling his mouth and throat and effectively gagging him. Unable to make any sound of a reasonable volume, the hands on his ass and tits got rougher, nails digging painfully into his skin. Alexei’s eyes fluttered shut and he bucked his hips against the fingers inside of him, relishing the feeling of a full throat and plenty of pain. Two more hands joined the fray, pinching and twisting at Alexei’s nipples with no mercy. The cries were entirely muffled by the glowing appendage in his throat, keeping him silent as he was fucked senseless by the disembodied hands.

“You’re such a filthy slut.” Dian’s voice whispered, even as they stood across the shop, explaining something to the customer with a smile. “I can’t wait to close up shop so I can ruin you the way you deserve. You’re so pretty when you’re crying and begging.”

Alexei could barely focus on their words, thighs and hips trembling as pain and pleasure overtook him. He was on the brink of orgasm when the hands disappeared. It took him a moment to realise what had happened before he looked up at Dian with a glance that was both pleading and furious. They smiled at him. He sighed and fixed his clothes, using his cane to help him stand again. Within moments of getting situated, Dian pointed the woman back over to Alexei. She bustled over, asking him to count up her order so she could pay. Alexei breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Dian set about closing up shop. He sorted her goods as quickly as he could and sent her away with an extra charm like Harri had taught him to do.

Dian locked the door behind her after she left, putting out the lantern. They came up behind Alexei who was putting away the last of the goods on the counter, wrapping an arm around his waist. Their other hand slid between his legs under his skirt, stroking his dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet.” They teased, scattering kisses across his neck. “I’m surprised we couldn’t hear you getting fingered from across the shop.”

They slipped two fingers into him and he whimpered, leaning back against them slightly. He was careful not to unbalance them in their heels, but they held him steady as they bit down on the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder. Alexei cried out softly, biting his lip as Dian laughed against his skin. A glowing cock appeared before him, sliding under his corset and between his tits before starting to thrust. He felt a second one slide between his ass cheeks, rubbing between them, the head hitting his lower back occasionally.

Their free hand came up to brush his lower lip, laughing when his tongue flickered out slightly. “Oh, I forgot how much of a slut you are for oral. You want something in your mouth?”

Alexei whined softly and nodded. Dian brushed their fingers over his lips for a moment before pushing a couple into his mouth. He sucked on them eagerly, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue like he was giving a blowjob. They kept their fingers in his mouth, not pushing them as deep as he clearly wanted them to go. Instead, they pushed the fingers in his cunt deeper, the heel of their hand pressing into his clit as he grinded his hips against them.

“You’re so embarrassing and pathetic.” Dian murmured, biting his shoulder harshly and relishing the cry he gave around their fingers. “You’re just a dirty little fucktoy who wants to be used. Do you want me to use you?”

Alexei nodded, panting softly when Dian’s fingers were removed from his mouth. They turned him around and pressed him against the counter, the glowing cocks disappearing until only their real hand was left, buried deep in his cunt. They fingered him slowly and deeply, other hand holding him firm against the counter.

“What do you want?” They asked.

Alexei whimpered softly before answering. “I want to be used.”

Dian gave a disapproving look, pulling their fingers out just slightly. “You know I need more than that.”

Alexei whined and tried to follow their fingers with his hips. “I want you to hurt me, and use me to make yourself feel good. I want you to humiliate and degrade me. I want you to push my limits and make me cry.”

“And then do you want to cum?” Dian asked, fingers curling inside of Alexei.

“Yes!” Alexei gasped out, arching his back. “Please, please I want to cum.”

Dian pulled their fingers out and shook their head. “Not yet. You don’t deserve it yet.” They pushed their fingers into Alexei’s mouth, noting his moan of pleasure as he tasted himself on their fingers. “Suck.”

Alexei did as he was told, sucking and licking Dian’s fingers until they were completely clean. Dian put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down until he was kneeling in front of them. They took their fingers from his mouth, wiping any excess wetness onto his cheek. Alexei winced, but accepted it, biting his lip. Dian’s hand tangled in his hair, giving a harsh tug until his head was tilted all the way back to look up at them. Their free hand pulled his mouth open. They leaned over him, opening their mouth and letting spit slowly drip into his mouth. He flinched as the first drop hit his tongue, using all his self control not to pull away. When they were done, they closed his mouth and held his nose.

“Swallow.” He whimpered but did as he was told. “Good boy. I’m going to teach you to like that.”

“Thank you…” Alexei mumbled softly, leaning in and giving a soft kiss to Dian’s thigh in appreciation.

“It’s better than some other things I could make you swallow.” Dian joked. “Remember that tea Harri brought back from the north?”

Alexei grimaced and laughed. “Oh that’s a hard limit for me. That stuff was disgusting.”

Dian grinned, giving Alexei’s hair a harsh tug. “Just like you!”

Alexei moaned, eyes fluttering as wetness dripped down his thighs. Dian dragged him up by his hair, pulling him to the back room and throwing him to the floor. They called a casual greeting to Killian who was sitting in the corner reading his book. They checked that he didn’t mind them playing in there, before turning their attention back to Alexei who was obediently on his knees, waiting for them to be ready for him.

Dian gave a small wave of their hand, two clamps appearing in their palm. They attached one to each of Alexei’s nipples, appreciating the way he moaned at the painful pressure. Little balls hung from the end of them, weighing them down ever so slightly. Alexei knew that at any time Dian could make them as heavy as they wanted. They both knew how much he loved those clamps. Dian left kisses and bites across his tits once the clamps were in place, leaving more than a few marks. With no one around to hide from, Alexei let himself moan at every touch.

They pulled him to stand once again, this time grabbing the clamps to haul him up. He gave a soft yelp and stood shakily, tears springing to his eyes as his nipples were tugged harshly. They conjured up a few scarves, binding Alexei’s arms behind his back. They pushed him to sit against the wall, threading some scarves through a few hastily conjured loops in the floor until Alexei’s legs were bound to the floor. They wrapped a final one around his shoulders and through a few wall loops until he was tied fully to the wall with his hands behind his back.

“What a good toy…” Dian mused, stroking Alexei’s cheek gently before slapping him. “There’s no need for you to be able to move. I can use you just like this. All you’re good for is my pleasure.”

Alexei gave a small nod of agreement, moaning when a glowing cock was pushed into his mouth. He licked and sucked at it as Dian made the weights on his nipples heavier. Another glowing cock was stuffed into his cunt, neither moving as Dian made their way over to Killian. They sat down next to him, looking over his shoulder at the book before starting to chat with him. Alexei whined softly, tearing up as he realised they planned to ignore him for a while. With his thighs tied apart, his wetness dripped onto the floor below him. The only sign that Dian was in any way paying attention was the slow and steady increasing weight of the nipple clamps. Though they could have easily left a charm to run its course so they could fully ignore him. His nipples were tugged solidly and persistently down by the weights, the pain building along with his arousal.

Alexei had no idea how long Dian left him there, mouth and cunt stuffed and nipples slowly getting tortured. But just as he was about to start feeling neglected in a decidedly unarousing way, Dian got up and returned to him. The cocks disappeared and the clamps suddenly got much heavier. Alexei screamed, a few tears slipping out as his nipples were yanked roughly by the weights. Dian watched with a grin, noticing the way his cunt dripped and the floor beneath him was damp.

They pulled his mouth open again, taking their time to slowly drip their spit into his mouth. He flinched at first, but it turned into a cautious moan as their spit pooled in his mouth. When they finished, they pushed his mouth closed and ordered him to swallow. He did so with a moment’s hesitation, which was enough to earn him a harsh slap and an even harsher pull of his hair. He moaned, straining against the scarves.

“Oh come on. You love being degraded. You should be getting all wet from that.” Dian teased. “Being a dirty slut, me spitting in your mouth, swallowing my drool… you should love it. But I guess if that’s not what you want, I can find another use for your mouth.”

They grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling their skirt up and pushing their cock into his mouth. With an appreciative moan, he eagerly set about sucking it. He started with the shaft, licking every inch of it he could. Then his tongue laved around the head, lapping at it gently. Finally, he took it all the way into his throat, swallowing around it. They were anything but gentle as they fucked his face roughly, but he only matched their enthusiasm as he sucked and swallowed around them. It didn’t take too long before Dian was pushing their hips against his face, pressing his head into the wall as they came. He swallowed their cum eagerly, thanking them over and over the moment they pulled away enough for him to speak.

Dian laughed breathlessly. “You really like that, don’t you? You’re pathetic. Well, you got your reward, I think it’s time to be punished again.”

Alexei whined softly but nodded, accepting his fate with a small jolt of excitement and arousal. Dian sat between his legs and dragged their nails down his thigh, leaving dark lines in their wake. He tensed and whimpered in pain, the floor beneath him getting wetter. They dragged their nails up and down his thighs before travelling to his stomach and then up to his chest. His body was covered in deep scratches, just shy of breaking skin. Their nails dug into his tits roughly as they pulled, making the clamps heavier as Alexei sobbed and begged for more.

“You’re such a disgusting slut.” Dian growled softly, biting at Alexei’s neck. “You really get off on pain, huh? It’s pathetic. You disgust me.”

Alexei moaned and bit his lip, Dian’s words sending a shiver of arousal through him. They nipped at the shell of his ear. “And you’re getting wet all because I called you disgusting and pathetic? How embarrassing. But I guess a needy little cunt like you needs to cum. Sex is all you’re good for anyway. And I know you’ll be begging to get fucked all night if I don’t let you cum. Though you probably will anyway. You’re never satisfied.”

They pushed three fingers into his cunt and fucked him roughly. Alexei’s moans got louder, and he sobbed as Dian pulled his hair roughly with their free hand. He was an absolute mess. Scratches and bite marks covered his body, his tits wet with drool, his cunt wet and sloppy and making thoroughly humiliating sounds as Dian fingered it, his cheeks red from being slapped and his hair a mess from all the pulling, tied up so he couldn’t move.

Dian pulled his mouth open again as they fingered him, drooling slowly into his mouth. This time, he moaned softly as it filled his mouth, swallowing before Dian even told him what to do and giving a soft, satisfied moan afterwards. They grinned a bit at his progress, their hand going down to play with his clit. They watched him squirm against the scarves as he got closer and closer to orgasm. Two glowing hands pulled his mouth open for the last time and Dian spit into it again, letting it drip off their tongue ever so slowly as Alexei moaned eagerly for it. He craned his head up to guide their drool onto the tip of his tongue, relishing the way their saliva dripped down his tongue and into his throat. They could feel him on the edge of orgasm, and they made the clamps heavier to pull his nipples painfully. Alexei cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks as Dian continued to drool into his mouth as he came. His whole body shook with his orgasm, and he swallowed their spit eagerly when Dian closed his mouth again. He moaned at the taste, giving another whimpering sob as they removed the nipple clamps and continued to finger him through his orgasm.

As it subsided, Dian gave a gentle wave of their hands, the scarves and clamps and Alexei’s clothes all disappearing. They reached back and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around Alexei’s shoulders gently and pulling him close. They kissed him softly and sweetly, and then pulled away so he could rest his head on their chest with a sleepy smile.

“You’re so handsome. You did such a good job…” they murmured softly. “You were such a good boy for me. You’re getting better with the whole germs thing. I’m really proud of you!”

Alexei flushed at the praise and whined softly in protest, nuzzling into the crook of their neck. “That’s… gay.”

Dian laughed softly, pulling him in for another soft kiss. “You've gotten so much better with the spit! I know it's hard for you to get used to. But hopefully it'll help. Want to take a nap?”

Alexei nodded, curling up in their lap and cozying into the blanket around their shoulders.

Dian smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Sleep well, my darling boy.”