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Here I'm honestly going to try and end this friggin' thing. This began as a sort of sequel to a wonderful comic done by Salamacis from FA, concerning hypnotism in British Colonial India. Despite a strong start, I confess that I sort of lost sight of the whole mind control aspect somewhere along the way. Frankly, I kind of wrote myself into a corner.

I hate leaving stories unfinished, so, despite not really having a concrete idea of how to end it (beyond knowing how I want the villain killed), here's my attempt at a conclusion to this saga anyway. It's gonna be quick and dirty, so I hope you like it. Maybe one day I'll revisit it and create a more cohesive narrative.

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Gonville was still reeling from the bizarre experience he had just shared with his nephew, sitting on the edge of his bed. Arthur, for his part, was looking down at the bodies of the slain British guards who lay strewn across the floor of the Governor's bedroom. He was thinking about precisely how he was going to stop this Nagesh Sadruddin his uncle and the Private had told him about.

It was Wellington who spoke first. "All right, so, now what?"

"That's a good question," Arthur admitted. "We know how to break Sadruddin's spell. You and my uncle are proof of that--"

Gonville piped up. "But we can't possibly do that to every single person under Sadruddin's control!" he whined. "There's too many of them!"

Arthur nodded. His uncle was right. Breaking the krait's hypnotic hold took precision and care. Things they couldn't afford with just three of them versus an entire army under the serpent's control. There was only one way to do it, then.

"We'll have to kill him," Arthur said at last.

"Kill who?" asked Wellington, busy checking his rifle.

"Sadruddin, of course."

"Are you insane?!" blurted Wellington.

The young soldier looked positively horrified at the thought of even being in Sadruddin's presence again. Arthur couldn't blame him. The raccoon-badger had never even seen the Thuggee hypnotist, and he was still terrified of him. He had felt his power when he looked into the eyes of his victims. Still...

"He's mortal," Arthur said resolutely. Stooping down, he relieved one of the corpses of his rifle and threw back the bolt, checking it. "He can be killed just like anyone else."

"I'm not contesting that," Wellington said. "It's just that--"

"Just that what? I'd say having these guns gives us an edge, if it's his army of slaves you're concerned about."

Arthur was suddenly surprised at himself. Only the other day, he had felt guilty for ordering the shooting of a horde of villagers under Sadruddin's control. Now he was willing to mow down British troops. What had changed? He didn't know. All he did know was that he would do anything to get to Sadruddin, and kill him, so he could rescue his Prince. And he told his companions as much.

To his uncle, he said, "You know how to handle a gun, don't you?"

Gonville hesitated a moment, looking at the belt and holster hung over on the wall, an army-issue revolver slid inside it. Captain Tolley had insisted he wear it whenever he went out, and, indeed, it had become a part of his "uniform." He'd never had to actually use it, but, nonetheless, Tolley had taught him how. He nodded slowly.

"Good," his nephew said, handing him a rifle. "Then let's go."

Gonville held the weapon a little uncertainly, then rose. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder he went and retrieved his revolver, removing it from its holster and simply sticking it into the waistband of his trousers. Then he, Arthur and Private Wellington exited the bedroom, Gonville in the lead.

~*~

His Royal Highness Prince Indra Rajesh Ganesh was feeling thoroughly humiliated, tied nude to the statue of Kali in the mansion's sitting room-turned Thuggee temple. The fiend, Sadruddin, was gloating nonstop. So much so that Ganesh had ceased even paying attention to him. Most would find the snake hypnotic. Ganesh just found him boring.

The elephant hung his head. He had failed. His guards were already dead. He had heard their screams of agony as they were slowly tortured to death in the next room, by the very people they'd been sworn to protect, turned into mindless automatons by the krait. Even now, he feared, armed British troops were on their way back to his palace to finish what the first party had failed to do. To kill Professor Arthur O'Toole - his Arthur - and anyone else living there. All of his servants, harem boys, and what few guards remained.

At thought of so much needless death, Ganesh felt his rage growing. He pulled at the ropes that bound him to the obscene statue. Hearing, or perhaps sensing, this, Sadruddin turned and looked at him, amusement written on the reptile's features.

"Trying to escape again, are we?" he mused sweetly. "You won't be any more successful than the last three times! Give it up, Your Highness! You are beaten! And tonight, you will be sacrificed--"

He stopped short as they both heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. Very close by, in fact. Sadruddin's head whipped around, his emerald eyes wide, as none other than Arthur O'Toole charged in, brandishing an army rifle. With him were Governor Henderson and a soldier Ganesh did not recognize. Neither had green eyes, which meant they were freed from the krait's control.

"Henderson!" cried Sadruddin. Amusingly, Ganesh realized, the krait had not idea who Arthur was. So he was focusing on the Governor.

None of the three replied. Instead they immediately. Brought their guns up and fired. Or at least Arthur and the soldier did. Their shots hit and killed two villagers and a British guard, all three going down in a hail of bullets. The Governor hesitated, however, as his butler rushed at him, a knife in hand. He fired, and missed, and finally Arthur had to swing 'round and jab the elderly servant in the side with his rifle's bayonet. The butler screamed and died, collapsing at Gonville's feet.

"Guards!" cried Sadruddin. Then with a hiss he lunged at the three interlopers.

They were in the midst of aiming at him with their weapons when he slammed into them. His great reptilian body hit them like a speeding train. Arthur fell onto his back, with the great weight of the snake pressing against him, his rifle flying from his hands. Beside him, Private Wellington scrabbled on his knees and stabbed his bayonet into Sadruddin's side. The krait shrieked in agony, then swung his great head down. He seized the young soldier in his jaws, sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Wellington screamed as the snake lifted him up and swung him around, sending him flying across the room.

Wellington crashed into the bound Ganesh, causing the Kali statue the elephant was tied to to tip over backwards and land on the floor with a loud thud. Ganesh grunted, the barely conscious soldier lying atop him. Gritting his teeth, Ganesh strained, trying to break free of his bonds.

Meanwhile Gonville swung his rifle up to aim at his former master, but the thick serpentine tail whipped around and slammed into him. The Governor was hammered to the floor in an instant. Arthur struggled, attempting to shove the great serpent off of himself. Sensing the feeble struggles of the raccoon-badger, Sadruddin turned and looked down at him. Their eyes locked. In an instant, Sadruddin realized who, and what, he was looking at.

"My, my," he said. "A hypnotist? Yes, I can see it in your eyes. Who else would find a means of freeing the Governor from my hold? Very interesting. I think I shall keep you, whoever you are. Yes, weakling, look into your eyes. Gaze into them, and feel the will of your new master."

Arthur struggled mentally, trying to resist. Those green eyes were so beautiful and enticing, though. He felt as if he wanted to sink into them and disappear into their depths forever. Regardless, his status as a hypnotist meant that Sadruddin was nonetheless having some trouble with him. He narrowed his eyes, glaring, determined to make this raccoon-badger his. He would take the place of the Governor, who, Sadruddin decided, he would devour as soon as he'd finished with the hybrid.

Gonville for his part slowly struggled to his feet, head swimming. The krait ignored him. The squirrel's jaw dropped at the sight of his nephew being brainwashed, and, growling, he grabbed his rifle. Before he could attack however, he heard a commotion to his right. A throng of slaves, summoned by Sadruddin's alarm earlier, burst into the anteroom just outside of the sitting room. A mixture of Indian villagers and British guards. Gonville even saw his own driver, Wilfred, among them. They were all armed.

Gritting his teeth, Gonville swung his rifle around and fired at them. He hit the closest British soldier who staggered back and fell. The others backed up and took refuge around the corners and behind furniture. Those with guns fired, but their aim was even worse than Gonville's.

No one noticed when Ganesh finally freed himself. He clenched his fists and pulled with all his might, finally ripping the ropes free. He sat up, Private Wellington in his lap. As gently as he could, he shoved the injured soldier off of himself, and untied his legs. Then, he picked up Wellington's rifle, and checked it. Empty. Damn. Well, at least he'd have the element of surprise. Standing, he narrowed his eyes at the back of the great serpent currently attempting to enslaved his beloved English teacher.

Soundlessly, and with surprising grace given his bulky frame, the elephant charged forwards and bounded over the couch, and flung himself against Sadruddin's back. The snake cried out in surprise, his concentration broken. Arthur immediately snapped out of his trance, and found himself gazing up at the Prince wrapping his powerful arms around the serpent's slender neck. Sadruddin bucked, trying to throw Ganesh off, allowing Arthur to wiggle free.

"I've got him!" Ganesh said. "Go help your uncle!"

Nodding, Arthur grabbed his rifle. Pausing to look back once at the struggling elephant and snake, he turned and ran to where Gonville was kneeling, and slid to his knees alongside his uncle, joining him in keeping Sadruddin's would-be rescuers at bay. However their supply of bullets was limited. Gonville ran out first. Dropping the rifle he took out his revolver and resumed firing, tagging a villager in the shoulder.

The struggle between Ganesh and Sadruddin continued. Try as he might, the great serpent could not dislodge the elephant. He was just too heavy. His grip too strong. But he refused to surrender. Not that it mattered. Ganesh wasn't going to let the fiend live, even if he did surrender. Sadruddin was weakening. Ganesh's tight hold around his throat was cutting off oxygen to his brain, and, despite himself, the snake was slowly yielding.

Strangely enough, sitting astride the smoothly-scaled back of the krait, naked, was an enjoyable experiencing. His genitals rubbing over the scales produced an arousing sensation, and no one was more surprised than Sadruddin when he felt the thick elephantine erection growing across his back. Feeling uncharacteristically cruel, Ganesh decided to add humiliation to his foe's defeat. Adjusting himself he lifted Sadruddin's tail, and, finding the snake's vent with his fingers, guided his dripping erection towards it.

"No!" the krait suddenly yelped.

Ganesh plunged himself deep into Sadruddin and groaned as he mounted his enemy. Sadruddin groaned, too. The elephant's thickness was not entirely unpleasant. But the moment Ganesh realized his enemy was enjoying it he knew it was time to end the dance. In his hand he still held Private Wellington's empty rifle. This he jammed sideways into Sadruddin's mouth. Grabbing barrel and butt, he pulled it towards himself until the gunstock was pressing against the corners of the snake's mouth, forcing his mouth open somewhat.

"I told you, I was going to kill you," Ganesh said, between grunts. "Now, die."

With that, he yanked back on the rifle as hard as he could, forcing Sadruddin's head backwards. Renewed energy filled the krait as he struggled to avoid his fate, but it was no use. Sweat poured off of the elephant as he squeezes his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, a sharp cracking sound filling the room even as he came, exploding into the depths of the dying snake. The gun threatened to crack in half even as it splintered the bone of Sadruddin's upper palate. Sadruddin's green eyes rolled back and bulged out as blood poured from the split corners of his mouth, dripping down onto the carpet.

Slowly, the attacks from the brainwashed individuals tapered off. One by one they stopped. Arthur saw what was happening. They were coming out of their trances. Worried about his overzealous uncle killing the now-harmless people he put a calming hand on Gonville's shoulder, but Gonville's revolver as already empty. Panting, the squirrel swallowed and looked questioningly at his nephew, who smiled.

Ganesh jerked back on the rifle a few times to ensure that the snake was dead. Then he released it. The gun fell from Sadruddin's destroyed mouth, and then the great body of the krait fell to the floor with a resounding thump. He twitched, slowly, as blood pooled out around his head. Sighing, the elephant extracted himself from the dead serpent's anus and, not even caring that he was naked, approached Arthur. The English professor rose and embraced his Prince happily.

Gonville frowned, uncertain of how to feel about his nephew's now blatant homosexuality. But there were other, more important matters at hand. He walked over to the dazed-looking villagers and soldiers, checking them each in turn to ensure that they were all right. Then, accompanied by a groggy Wilfred, he went to check on Private Wellington.

Arthur kissed his Prince long and deep, and Ganesh scooped the raccoon badger into his arms and nuzzled him with his trunk. "Let us go home," he said softly. "I'll let you lick my feet, and then we will make love all night long."

The End