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"Hey, have you read this article about hypnotism?" your roommate suddenly yells, causing you to jump in your chair.

"I haven't, what is it?" you reply. You aren't terribly interested, but still, it's all about keeping up appearances so you can at least get through this last year of college together. Almost everyone else got their own dorm room at this point; you were one of the few unlucky ones.

Not that there was anything wrong with your roommate, Taylor. He has some strange obsessions such as hypnotism, most relevantly. It wasn't that a big of a deal, everyone had some weird fascinations. What bothered you slightly more was that he was rather flamboyantly gay, both in choice of attire and mannerisms. By itself, that didn't really matter either; it was 2018, it was okay to dress and talk however you wanted. The one thing that really _did_get on your nerves was that he would occasionally invite his casual hook up of the night into your dorm room, which led to you having to listen to groaning, moaning, and bed springs squeaking while trying to sleep.

Granted, you have different bedrooms and all, but is it really that hard to do the fucking at the other guy's place? You'd previously theorized that he wanted you to hear all of it, or maybe just didn't think about it.

"It's just retrospective on the subject, about how it lowers your inhibitions. Maybe you should let me try it on you some time, you could do with some R&R" Taylor shouts back. While his tone suggests it being a joke, you know him better than that. He had always been very open about everything, which was great when it came to homework or just having someone listen to your thoughts and give feedback, but slightly less great when it was about his sexual habits or how much he wanted to get into your pants.

You'd made it perfectly clear that you weren't interested, but that didn't stop him from trying. It'd probably count as sexual harassment if you ever really needed him to stop, but since you like him otherwise, it didn't really bother you that much. Besides, it was kind of flattering having someone comment on how great your ass looked regardless of what you were wearing.

"Well, are you reading it?" he replies, and you realize that he's standing right behind you, causing you to jump again.

"Christ, maybe don't sneak in next time?" you answer.

"I didn't sneak in, silly, you just seemed lost in thought. Rethinking your whole 'being straight' thing?" he teased.

You turn around to look at him. Today the slender fox seemed to be in a punk mood, going by him wearing some sort of teenage girl outfit, with a black skirt and matching shirt with an exaggerated skull design on the front. On his fiery orange legs were striped legwarmers, which matched those on his arms. His hair was one of his usual wild colours, although more subdued for once; jet black with light blue highlights.

You had to admit that if he was a girl he'd probably be exactly your type. Alas, star-crossed lovers and all that, except not lovers.

"So what is it?" you ask, slightly annoyed.

"Well... like..." he seems to hesitate. "Did you read that paper?" he inquires in his usual effeminate tone.

"I skimmed through it," you answer. A half-truth. You didn't read it, but you don't want to put your roommate off either.

"Well, stud, how about you let me rub your shoulders while I tell you aaall about it?" he answers. His tone bothers you, but on the other hand, you know from experience that you're not getting rid of him before he's had a chance to share his thoughts with you. That, and a shoulder rub sounds great; you notice you're actually rather tense when you think about. The bitter fruit of working on homework all evening.

You give him a nod, and he excitedly pads in behind you. "Oh man, you're really tense," the girly fox comments as he starts kneading your shoulders. You only manage to groan in response. It's almost enough to make you wish you were gay. Given how good Taylor is at giving massages, you have to imagine what other wonders his nimble paws could perform.

"Oh, I could make you moan a lot louder than that!" he giggles. Oh yeah, that's why you're not gay. The weird thing about the fox was that as much as he put on the girly act, he was actually a top in bed. You knew this because of all the dirty talk that you've been forced to hear at night. Still, you only give him another hoarse groan in response, feeling the tension starting to melt away, the fox's fingers pressing into every knot and sore spot of your muscles.

"So, hypnosis, right? Apparently, it can unearth all your hidden potential... I mean, the idea isn't new, but apparently there's some new techniques..."

He goes on to explain. It's all the usual mumbo-jumbo about how being hypnotized will stop your conscious mind from holding you back, letting you perform better at everything, letting you overcome whatever stood in the way of your true desires. The usual. You don't really believe in any of it, but you're only half-listening, your mind feeling empty and fuzzy as you lean back to enjoy the shoulder massage.

"...so would you mind letting me try it on you?" he finishes, taking his paws off your shoulders.

"Yeah yeah, just keep doing what you were doing..." you respond. Hypnosis isn't real, at worst it's just a few hours wasted. And you want to keep enjoying his touch.

"Yay!" Taylor squeals. "I'll go get my-"

"Tomorrow, alright? I'm too tired to focus," you grumble.

"Being tired will just make it easier for you to slip into a trance!" he counters.

"No, man, seriously. I'm frustrated with this homework..." you reply.

Then he starts rubbing your shoulders again, or rather, his paws wander to your neck. He presses his thumbs into your scruffy fur, causing you to slump back in your chair.

You sigh. There are still a few hours before sleep becomes an option, and it's not like you have anything else to do; you've done as much of your homework as you have energy for, you've read your assigned pages, there's nothing left but idle time. While you would've preferred watching television or just browsing the Internet, at least agreeing to get hypnotized will get Taylor out of your hair for now. It's not like it'll do anything anyway. You figure you'll probably be able to nap while he's doing it, at least.

"Fine..." you groan. "So what do we do? Are you going to have me stare at a pendulum while I fall asleep?"

"Yep!" your roommate chirps. "All you have to do is relax, I'll take care of the rest!"

With that, he fetches the pendulum, and you move over to sit on your bed, so Mr. Hypno-Fox can take the chair. Oh, the things you do for friendship.

Seconds later, Taylor enters the room again, and sits in your chair. "Okay, " he begins. "It's just like in every movie or TV show ever, you follow the pendulum with your eyes, and listen to my suggestions. Don't resist them, cutie," he chirps.

This particular pendulum turns out to be a pendant, reappropriated for this purpose. It has a pawprint on it, but otherwise it's a simple round silver thing. You follow it with your eyes Taylor begins to speak, softly, in the deepest voice he can muster.

"You're feeling relaxed..." he starts, going through the whole routine of your mind emptying and there being nothing else but the constant swing of the pendulum, your muscles becoming like jelly. It is relaxing, you have to admit that much, and at some point you lay down and he sits at the foot of the bed instead, sitting cross-legged.

Then, it's suddenly an hour later. Huh, you must've totally zoned out.

"...and that's it for tonight, how do you feel?" Taylor asks, with a wide grin.

You _do_feel refreshed, surprisingly, and tell him as much. He asks if you remember anything. You admit that you probably fell asleep, but that doesn't faze him.

"That's awesome," he giggles. "We'll have to do this a few times in a row. I'm trying to get you to... improve your grades."

The idea doesn't really bother you. Hypnosis might not work like the movies depict it, but at least it's a chance to relax. Of course, wanting something in return, you suggest that he pay for your time with backrubs, and he happily obliges.

The next day passes like any other, and you don't notice much of an improvement in your learning. Not that you were expecting anything. On the other hand, you find yourself eager to get a massage towards the end of it. If all you have to do is have a nap while Taylor talks to have him rub all the tension out of your toned back, you're all for that.

You repeated that pattern for a few days, and then it was finally weekend. You return to your dorm, toss your messenger bag on the floor, and flop down into bed. It's been a hard day's night, and you've been working like a dog. Then again, you don't feel as tired as you usually do. While it's probably due to many cups of coffee, you do, for a moment, entertain the thought of the hypnosis actually working. Although your body's fairly tired, your mind feels wide awake, if a little fuzzy. You imagine Taylor rubbing your back again after another session, and suddenly notice how eager you are for it.

In fact, as you turn over to lay on your belly, you notice that your sheath feels rather swollen. It's a natural reaction, of course; massages feel good, and that's all it means. You grind your hips against the mattress for a while, enjoying the friction on your swelling maleness even through your jeans. The thought of pawing off to relieve some pressure comes to mind, but for some reason you hesitate. Shouldn't paw off. You can't quite figure out why, it feels like there's something else you need to do, but you can't quite place your finger on it.

Taylor turns out to have way more classes than you today, and comes home relatively late. He looks a bit worn out, so you give him a hug- wait, where'd that come from? You never hug. You shake your head, must be that you're tired, even though you don't feel like it. At least the fox cheers up immediately, which makes you happy.

"Hey, you could start welcoming me with a hug every day, stud," he smiles. "And then later maybe with a blowjob," the girly teases.

You give him a low harrumph in response. That said, the thought intrudes on you later while you're eating. It's sausages and spaghetti again; for how effeminate Taylor is, he's not much of a cock. Cook. You think about how giving another male a blowjob would feel like. You've never seen Taylor's cock, but you imagine it's much like your own canine one; red, with a big, fat knot, eager to tie you together...

Huh.

For some reason, the thought doesn't bother you. You take another bite of the sausage. Maybe you are bisexual? Nah, it's just the tiredness, surely. You've never felt attracted to any males, except... maybe Taylor. It's a confusing thought, although not entirely unpleasant.

In fact, it's kind of a pleasant little daydream. You think about how you and the fox would work as a couple. It helps that you're both rather typically male in sex drive, so you could do it several times a day. He'd also be good to have around for massages and cleaning, and he seemed to work hard at school. Ah, it'll never happen, but it's fun to think about how things could be if the world was different.

After eating, it was time for the nightly session of hypnosis, which also meant backrubs. As you focus on the pendulum, Taylor lulls you into a state of trance again. Same thing as always, following the pendulum, thoughts leaving your mind, relaxing all the way from your toes to your head. Slowly, slowly becoming like clay for him to shape with his words. And then, something new.

"You're feeling very hot, you want to take off your clothes..." Taylor murmurs.

It is very hot, you realize. Clumsily, you start sliding off your shirt, revealing more of your fuzzy, toned body for the cute fox.

"That's a good boy," Taylor continues. "But your legs feel very hot too. It isn't just your body temperature, but arousal too. You're feeling desperately horny, and you want to take all your clothes off..." he continues, narrating what's happening.

He's right, of course. You have been feeling very pent up for a few days now, and keeping your clothes on is just uncomfortable. You're sitting here with your roommate anyway, and you're both males, so there's no reason to not be naked.

You unbutton your jeans, working them off your legs, and leaving your tenting underwear on display. A wet splotch is forming at the very tip, which is to be expected when you're this turned on. You pull off your underwear too and grumble at how pleasant the cool air inside feels on your naked maleness, erect as it is.

Taylor licks his lips, feasting his eyes on your big knotted cock. "That's a good boy," he whispers, and you nod, your head feeling empty and your smile vacuous. "Now..."

"Remember what we talked about last time?" he asks, and you nod. "You're bicurious, and suspect that you might be gay. You're so eager to have my cock inside you, aren't you?"

You nod again. The idea of Taylor mounting you does turn you on something fierce. It's something you've never really felt for anyone else before, that intense fiery lust. All that's been stopping you from mating with him is that society tells you that you're supposed to be straight, that you're supposed to be attracted to females. But just like Taylor's been telling you, you aren't, not really.

"You've been thinking about letting me seduce you for a while now," he continues, implanting those suggestions into your receptive mind. "You haven't even pawed off in a while now, thinking about letting me give you a big healthy dose of gay fox cum..."

He's right as always. You were planning on letting him go all the way when he'd be rubbing your back later today, after this wonderful session. Just the idea makes your heart beat faster, the notion that you might finally get to realize all those wonderful fantasies with your crush. Yes, you obviously have a crush on the girly fox, and as much as you've been fighting those forbidden urges, you don't think you can keep it up much longer. Just like he's been telling you, the next time he makes a move, you'll melt at his touch, letting him claim you.

Taylor grins at you and you stare emptily at the pendulum. "Alright, we're done!" he exclaims, excitedly. "You will not remember anything I told you... not consciously," he continues. Of course you won't, you're a good boy.

"You will wake up and feel refreshed and aroused..." he pauses. "Oh shit, get your... you want to- you're f-" he stumbles on the words."Clothes! Put them-"

It's as if no time has passed at all, when you suddenly wake up. You feel energized. Then, you realize that you're naked, right in front of your roommate.

"...why am I naked?" you ask.

Taylor blushes. "Well, I- I figured I'd give you a full body massage since it's Friday and all, like an extra treat for being so patient with letting me hypnotize you," he explains.

You feel like that might not be the whole truth. While you're not entirely comfortable being naked around the fox, you also can't find it in you to really blame him for it. While he's very open sexually he isn't the kind of person who'd take advantage of you... and hypnosis doesn't really work anyway, so you reason that you must've consented to taking your clothes off anyway. If anything, you hope he likes what he sees, because he... something. You feel surprisingly comfortable around him. More than comfortable, in fact; seeing him makes you feel warm and fuzzy in a strange but not unwelcome way. Something about the situation feels off, beyond just your nakedness, but you can't quite place your finger on it.

Then, the second realization hits; you're painfully erect. Quickly, you place your paws over your crotch, and Taylor giggles. "Don't worry, it's just from you falling asleep. You know, morning wood, except not in the morning..." he goes on to explain, before adding "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen a cock before."

Well, you knew that much. Still, you feel rather self-conscious about it, and turn around before laying on the bed belly-down.

"So how about that massage?" you ask, eager to change the subject to something other than your swollen maleness.

Taylor climbs on the bed behind you, spreading your legs and kneeling behind you. It's a rather compromising position, but the sensation of your effeminate roommate kneading your back puts you at ease, and you sigh softly. He continues kneading your back, but this time, he's being more intimate, which surprises you, as he leans over you and rests his light body on your back now and then. You feel his hardness poking at your rear, and even though he still has his skirt and underwear on, you know you should be protesting, but can't quite muster it.

Soon enough, his intents become more obvious, and the massage turns into something more than just that, as he grinds his hips against your ass. If only you knew why it was turning you on so much. This isn't you. Or is it? The fox silences all those troublesome thoughts with a gentle nibbling of your neck, which sends shivers down your spine, making every hair on your body stand up.

For a moment, he stops. You're too relaxed to look, but you know he's taking his panties off, and just a moment later, you feel his heavy, very masculine cock flop onto your back. It stands in stark contrast to his otherwise feminine shape, but for some reason, your arousal doesn't ebb. Rather, the scent of his raw sexuality turns you on even more.

Laying down on top of you, he licks at one of your ears, getting it wet with his saliva, his hot breath on that sensitive part making you tremble. "Why don't you raise your hips for me?" he suggests.

It feels surprisingly right. You raise your lower half, keeping your face pressed into the pillow. There's no doubt of where this will lead, but maybe it's what you've wanted all along? You never thought of yourself as gay, or even bisexual, but Taylor is... special. The fact that he's so tangibly aroused by your body - you feel his hardness nudging under your raised tail - makes you feel all hot and tingly. Am I in love? You think to yourself. It feels like you are, like all you want is to take him as your mate. And it is as they say; the way to a canid's heart is through their knot.

Or in your case, perhaps it's through your ass. It's all so strange and thinking becomes harder by the minute, but you feel all empty inside, like you need the fox's cock to complete you. For anyone else, you'd be on top, but letting the girly fox mount you is all you can think about right now. You need to feel him twitch and jerk inside you as he fills you. The thought of how your ass would look dripping his seed is like a drug, and you find yourself pushing against him.

"Just relax..." he whispers, and you hear a pop. Then, something cool and slippery spreading on your tight ring, and with his expert teasing, it's not long until you're relaxed enough for him to slip a finger inside you. It's something entirely new and unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. And then he curls his finger, pushing against your prostate, and you almost collapse underneath him, an intense spasm of pleasure reverberating throughout your body. You've only vaguely aware of how wet your bed must be getting with your copious precum, but it's a distant concern at best. You wiggle your hips like a bitch in heat, like you're on autopilot, your body overriding your conscious mind and presenting itself for the fox to fuck.

"Mm, that's a good boy," he speaks, slowly. After easing another finger into you and working on getting your ass fully relaxed for him, he suddenly withdraws.

"Tell me what you want," he commands.

"Just fuck me, please, make me your mate," you answer, in a series of barely articulate moans, without thinking, caring only about sating that burning need in your body.

"Mhh, you have no idea how long I've wanted to get under your tail..." Taylor moans, and then jabs his hips forward, burying the first few inches of his cock in your body. It burns a little despite the lube, but you growl into the pillow, determined to take all of it. "Man, you're so tight... you should let me fuck you more so you loosen up," he grunts, pushing in further after giving you a minute or so to adjust.

You can't help but squeeze around his cock reflexively. You hear him say something about how he's not going to last that long, but you don't really care, because at that moment his cock rubs along your sensitive prostate and pleasure instantly floods your mind. Man, if getting a cock in you always feels this good, why would you ever even consider being straight?

Taylor grabs your buttocks firmly, spreading them to allow him to bury his length deeper into your warm, lubed up body, before pulling back, and then bucking his hips again, getting a slow but smooth rhythm going, each time almost pulling all the way out of you, and then all the way in. You feel him twitch and know that's his precum spurting into you, a promise of the full seeding about to come. Reaching down to rub your own cock, you notice you're positively dripping, too. You squeeze just behind your swollen knot, and your head swims with pleasure, Taylor's wonderful hardness amplifying every sensation as it stretches you wide open.

As overwhelming as the sensations are, none of them are is as pleasant as the fact that you're letting a girly little fox dominate you like this, and you eagerly wag your tail against his belly as he ruts with you, your bodies working together towards a mutual climax. With both of you rocking and grunting, and Taylor occasionally leaning down to nip at your scruff, it doesn't take long before you are teetering on the point of no return, your full balls so tight against your body that it almost hurts.

And then, the fox slams his knot into your ass. Although it hurts for a brief moment, it's enough to put you over the edge, and you cum hard, clamping down on his invading member as you soil the bed entirely with a massive load of canine cum. Taylor groans something about you finally getting your first load of his cum, and finally, you feel that wonderful twitching of his member inside you. One jerk, then two, and then he groans, pushing his hips tightly against you and gyrating them as he lets out a satisfied sigh, and with it, his seed. You can just barely feel a thick, wet warmth inside you, and you're perfectly aware of what's happening; he's filling you with his wonderful vulpine cream. That feeling prolongs your own climax and even after your balls have run dry, aftershocks of your first proper anal orgasm keep going through your body.

Finally, when he's finished seeding you, you both relax in the bed waiting for his knot to shrink again. Most of his cum stays inside you, although you can feel a few drops trickle down your thigh, getting the fur even messier.

After catching his breath for a few minutes, Taylor speaks again: "Who would've known that this was what the big strong straight woof always wanted, hm?" he smiles behind you, nibbling at your ear idly. "And hey, it was all you. The hypnosis was just an effective way of getting you to realize those urges..."

Of course, you should probably question that. But then again, even if he did manipulate you, what does it matter? As wonderful as getting him buried deep in your tailhole had felt, you'd let him do it all over again. And you will. The idea threatens to make your cock swell again, but with how thoroughly the fox pounded all the cum out of your body, it's not quite enough, and you're content to just lay there while your crush lavishes you with attention, licking and rubbing your body.

If it turns out to be love, who knows? At least it's a guarantee of many more fun times in the future with your slutty little fox mate.