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Sasha gracefully settled onto a barstool, casting sultry glances at the patrons nearby. She'd chosen one of the clubs that specifically catered to anthros, but the skunk still saw plenty of humans mingling with the crowd. She even spotted a human she knew on the dancefloor, dressed as a sorority girl but Sasha knew her as a librarian. She was grinding her hips against the bulge in a wolf's pants as they danced closer and closer together. Sasha's luxurious tail swished as she wondered if they'd enjoy a threesome, but she decided it would be unprofessional.

As the current song ended and a brief silence stirred the room, Sasha's gaze brought her back to the bar. A few empty seats down a black cat was leaning in and whispering to the bartender, a brown bear. The bear looked like he'd had a long day, he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so Sasha slid down next to the cat. The music started back up and the bartender turned to fix a drink. Sasha made her move.

"Come here often?" She asked demurely, just a hint of sultry intent behind the skunk's voice.

"No," the cat purred, her voice dripping with promise, so much more intense and confident than Sasha's had been. "People usually come to me. I don't believe we've met, I'm called Bast." The bartender returned with her mixed drink, offering it to her.

"I'm Sasha. And with a voice like that, I can see why they come to you," Sasha replied, easily slipping into the role, letting her building arousal creep into her voice. She did her best impression of Bast's voice, spicing it with enough admiration to keep it from being mocking. "Bartender," she purred, "bring me a martini and tip me for my trouble."

Bast grinned and Sasha watched in amazement as the bear turned, made a martini, and gave it to Sasha along with a couple of crumpled dollars. When Sasha was face to face with the bear, she saw that his eyes had a faint green glow to them, rippling toward the middle in lazy, turning rings. The bartender's eyes drifted from open to half closed and back again as he smiled, thanking Sasha for the order in a distant, dreamy voice.

"It's not just the voice, my dear. Look." The last word was a beckoning promise but almost a command, and when Sasha turned to meet the cat's gaze she saw the same green rings in Bast's eyes. Bast had definitely done something to the bartender, and Sasha relaxed, knowing she'd soon learn what that was. She smiled encouragingly, watching those comforting rings sliding down, waiting for Bast to speak again.

"Yes, that's it. Everything works together. The voice, the eyes, the dress, the setting, everything has to ooze with passion and sincerity." Sasha became dimly aware of Bast's clothing, swooping neckline and golden jewelry leading the eye around her breasts but inevitably back up to her eyes and the delicious lights there. Contact lenses? The thought was lost as Bast spoke again. "It's the truth, they want me, and that's what I have to share. That oozing, needing feeling, attraction and nothing else. The sexual anticipation, where the body knows it's about to get what it wants and shuts down everything else in the mind to make itself ready. To make sure it gets what it needs."

Sasha nodded, her ears blushing furiously at the open dirty talk but her mind barely registering it. A pleasant, relaxing haze settled over her thoughts and the concerns of the outside world, the curious gaze of the librarian, the wolf's eager groping, the bar's music all seemed to fade away. There was only the truth of Bast's pleasure and the growing need to hear more of it.

"We're becoming so pleasantly relaxed, so it's time for a change of scenery, isn't it? Use your tail to give us some privacy while we walk to the back room, Sasha. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Sasha stood, smiling gently, holding her tail up to cover their faces while Bast leaned in to kiss her breast through her shirt. Her empty mind didn't even acknowledge the question as she waited to be shown the way. Bast grinned up at her, sharing more of that delicious, almost hypnotic gaze.

Hypnotic... gaze...?

It was the first thought Sasha had since meeting Bast's eyes, but she had it again and again as Bast leaned back and stood up, taking her hand and leading her away from the bar as the bear followed humbly behind. Hypnotic gaze? Was she hypnotized? She'd thought they'd just been sharing a long look into each other eyes, but that was so long ago. Was it? The same song was playing, it had only been a minute or two, and now she was heading to a private room with the cat she'd meant to hit on and the bartender besides. That was good, wasn't it?

She managed to speak once they were alone. "What's... what's going on? I like to move fast too, but this is new." Her thoughts were still a bit jumbled, but Sasha hoped it sounded reasonable.

Bast turned, palms placed gently on Sasha's cheeks, the cat's fingers teasing the skunk's cute ears while she kissed her on the lips, long and deep. When Bast broke the kiss, the cat tilted the skunk's head up and looked deep into her eyes. Sasha's gaze was filled by those rings and the warm giddy feeling of the kiss returned instantly, washing over her. "I'm hypnotizing you, Sasha. You're falling under my power. You want sex, you need sex, and that need to come to me has brought you back to this place in your mind. Here in your mind is where you go to listen to me and obey me. The truth of my words makes you feel so good, you know you're so close to getting what you need, so you wait for me to show you the way."

Sasha nodded slowly, Bast's words made sense. She certainly felt like she was being hypnotized. She didn't know what that meant, exactly, but this dreamy, floaty, submissive feeling seemed like a natural fit. Her pussy felt so good, like a warm breath was washing over her sex, making blood rush to her loins and her clitty pull back its hood. Was the bartender kneeling before her? All very reasonable. Her thoughts complete, the part of her mind that agreed she was hypnotized went to sleep, letting Bast do the reasoning for her. Bast was still talking, Sasha realized, "saying the things in your mind, my words replacing your thoughts." Bast purred, stroking Sasha's cheeks. "It's so easy to give in and obey, let my words be your thoughts so you can just enjoy the experience."

Bast released Sasha's head, confident by now the skunk would stare into her eyes willingly, before tapping the bartender. The bartender's breath washed over Sasha pussy one more time before he leaned in and began licking, long, slow strokes that dipped deeper and deeper between her flushed skunk lips. Sasha gasped and tried to look down, her hands flexing as she tried to rejoin reality, her hips rocking as she tried to get her bearings.

"Sshhh, Sasha. There's no need for that. Let go, give in to the feelings I give you." Sasha looked back at Bast when she spoke and her movements stilled as green rings filled her field of vision. She saw herself in the mirror across the room, the kneeling bartender between her legs, her pants pooled on the ground though she didn't remember removing them, Bast looming over her, back to the mirror and cat tail swishing seductively, her green rings rippling gently through Sasha's eyes.

Sasha's mouth opened to say okay but no sound came out. "That's better, my pet. In a moment, you will speak for me, but you will not wake up. It will feel so good to say the truth, and knowing you didn't have a choice will only make it hotter for you. You're already so aroused you can't do anything else, so give in. You obey. It's so kinky, so hot, you want me so badly, you want to go along with this experience. You obey."

"I obey." Sasha heard herself speak before realizing she was speaking and the word became a moan as she did. Impulses flashed through her mind, of kissing Bast, of pulling the bear's head closer between her thighs, but her body stayed still, swaying gently and tingling with pleasure.

"Submit to my power, Sasha. Give yourself to me. Your thoughts will be your own when you wake up, but for now you need to cum to me too much to do anything other than submit completely. Obey me and sink deeper into my trance." Sasha mumbled her obedience as Bast's hands began to glow green.

Bast reached down to the bear's head between Sasha's legs and Sasha's gaze followed obediently, drawn to the light. That green light washed over the bears face with Bast's gentle caresses, and wherever her paws touched that green color washed away the brown. As the light left, the fur was more tan, white in spots, and she moaned as the bartender's muzzle extended, becoming foxy, lengthening his tongue and letting him lap over the spongy bit of flesh deep in her center. The bartender moaned "thank you, goddess" into Sasha's sex as his licks grew frantic and irregular. In her deeply hypnotized mind, how the transformation occurred didn't matter at all, only the words pouring into her mind and the feelings cascading through her body were real.

"Obey me more, Sasha. Everything I say is true, every command I give you is instantly your deepest need, but you can always obey me more. Worship me. Submit yourself further, deeper, always so much deeper for me." Her hands worked down, the bear's thick neck becoming slimmer, more appropriate for a servile fox as his ears lengthened greatly under Bast's teasing caress. Bast knelt behind the bartender, taking her time, running her paws over every inch of his chest and arms as he worshipped Sasha's pussy.

"Devote yourself to your goddess, Sasha. In this experience, you worship me, you let my thoughts fill your mind and my truth become yours. I am your goddess, you are devoted to me, sexually and spiritually, utterly and completely hypnotized and obedient. Worship me, serve me, obey me." Sasha's lips moved silently as she mumbled the commands, repeating them to herself as her pussy lips parted over the fennec fox's eager tongue. Bast was molesting him now, stroking over his sheath and balls, tugging on the base of his tail and lengthening it into a long, soft fox tail even as the bartender's cock hardened, tapered, and formed a knot under her paw.

"You would do anything for me." She worked down the bartender's legs, giving him white fur between his legs and tan outside, teasing his tailhole with a finger for no better reason than to make his hips rock forward, giving Sasha a perfect view of his lewdly thrusting fox cock.

"...would... d' anything..." Sasha mumbled as the last bits of bear disappeared and only a slender, girly fox knelt before her, his throbbing cock begging to be touched as his tongue dove deeper. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she felt like cumming, like she'd been ready for some time, but it couldn't reach through Bast's haze. Just like she hadn't noticed her pants being removed, she hadn't noticed her orgasm, but that didn't matter. It still was out of reach because Bast hadn't given it to her.

"You would be anything for me." Bast went behind Sasha and lowered her down onto the compliant fox. His tongue left her snatch and her absentminded grin became a gasp as Bast guided Sasha's dripping sex down over the bartender's cock, both so wet that the knot slipped inside on the first stroke. Bast knelt in front of Sasha, her sex over the fox's tongue as he murred happily at being allowed to lick and worship once again.

"...any'ting..." Sasha mumbled, rocking her hips because Bast's hands guided her to, kneading her ass as she fucked herself on the fox cock. Her eyes were completely lost to the green rings in Bast's gaze, but more than that, Bast's personality fit around hers like a fuzzy black glove, enveloping her in warm dominance, taking care of her and bringing her pleasure. She never wanted it to end.

"When you call me goddess, you will cum, and when I finish this command, you will call me goddess, and when you--sleep. Sleep now, Sasha. Sleepy slave. Everything spiraling, green happiness, Sasha gone, mind blank, sleep. Sleep, pet."

Sasha's head slumped forward into Bast's chest as her mind vanished completely and her pussy rippled around the bartender's cock, her last memory cumming and sleeping, that never-remembered instant right before sleep of falling blackness seared into Sasha's mind by a white hot orgasm, by the sound of her moaned "goddess" as she squirted around the pulsing fox cock and lost awareness completely.

The next morning saw Sasha in her apartment with no recollection of how she got there, and thankfully no alarm clock since it was saturday. A brief spike of fear--it was saturday, wasn't it?--but yes, she had only been gone one night. Mrrr, and what a night... her fingers drifted to her panties as she tried to piece the memories together. Nights she had a hard time remembering usually involved more than one drink, but this was so much better. She wanted that again, absolutely wanted it again, even the green parts.

She blushed furiously and shlicked harder, slipping behind the panties and pumping her fingers inside herself. The green parts. The hypnosis, the loss of control. Goddess she wanted that again. Was it the programming? What had happened after she came? She found it hot down to her soul and it pushed buttons she knew she had long before meeting Bast. But she could still see those little green rings so clearly, could still feel them in her mind like the throbbing of a hot cock in her sex, and she knew they still had a powerful hold on her.

As she came, squirting the proof on her bedsheets, she suddenly remembered Bast's voice whispering an address in her ear, her own sleepy mumble repeating it again and again until she got it right. Sasha knew she'd be spending her saturday night at an expensive, clothing-optional club.

She was nervous, to be sure. She liked to switch roles between domme and submissive, so she enjoyed the experience well enough, but she'd never had a domme who could exert this much control over her. Even after months, they'd never been able to control something as intimate as her memories, let alone after just one night. She found herself outside an unmarked white door. The skunk gathered her courage to do what she knew she had to.

Sasha stepped inside the club, swishing her fluffy tail behind her nervously, scanning the patrons, ignoring the music, and finding two green dots in the crowd that drew her forward like a dream. Bast's eyes, so familiar even without the hypnotic light and yet the first time Sasha could remember seeing them this way. A lithe brown cat was giving her a lap dance, grinding her thighs against Bast's, her wet panties glistening in the colored lighting of the club, the dancer's eyes still wide awake. The dancer glanced at Sasha, down at Sasha's sex, back up to Sasha, and licked her lips.

Bast greeted her warmly, the familiar purr sending tingles straight to Sasha's pussy. "Good of you to come to me. Good pet."

Sasha mouthed 'I obey' out of habit, blushed furiously, but said "How could I resist?"

"Good question." Bast looked up to the dancer and crooked her finger before the dancing cat's eyes. "Come, let us retire to the VIP room."

The dancer giggled. "Whatever you say, honey! Just remember the house rule, no touching."

"You will beg me to forget before the night is through," Bast purred.

The dancer just giggled again, her well-practiced laugh belying confident intellect. She led them back to a private performance, but as soon as they were inside, Bast closed the door and met her eyes with the green rings.

"What is your name, dancer?"

"That's a neat trick, are those custom contact lenses? I'm Diantha!" She did her best to sound perky, but her tail had bristled slightly. The dancer sensed trouble.

"Don't worry, I will not touch you unless you ask. Unless you beg. If you beg well enough, I might just keep you..."

Diantha's eyes widened, darting from the turning green rings in Bast's eyes to her skunk companion. Deciding it must be a harmless game, her bristling tail smoothed out and she grinned toothily. "You're on!"

"Good. Now, to show how well you can resist, try to look away from my eyes. You can't, you always look back, but try anyway. You know where my eyes end. You know if I win you'll be kneeling and licking pussy and cumming around my friend's tongue. You know if you keep looking you'll cum your brains out. So just look away."

Diantha nodded and grinned, then turned her head away and closed her eyes. "See? Wasn't that hard." She said, waiting a moment before looking back. "So what's my next trick?"

"You're still looking at my eyes, dancing cat," Bast purred, raising one of her hands to her dress and loosening it, baring her black-furred chest to Diantha. "You're falling deeper under my power every moment you helplessly stare. You have to stop looking or you'll give yourself to me."

Diantha blinked, confused. "...but... I did look away..." She blinked again, and then more slowly, and Sasha realized she wasn't blinking so much as trying to close her eyes again. Her neck twitched and her head turned slightly, but she continued to stare out of the corner of her eye.

"Thaaat's it, it feels so good to let go. This night of pleasure comes at the cost of a dancing cat, Diantha. You want to beg, and you want to beg well enough for me to keep you. You want to resist, but you want to come to me. You just have to decide which you want morrre." The last was a purr as Bast raised a finger to her left nipple and idly traced a circle around it, stiffening it under her touch. As Sasha watched, both of Diantha's nipples stiffened, the physical suggestion working just as well as the verbal ones.

Acting on impulse, Sasha let her domme side out and began to whisper in Diantha's ear. "Don't you wonder what I taste like? I saw you looking earlier. Imagine it, my tail all along your body, rubbing against your sex and nipples and caressing you completely as you push your face against my lips, kissing me on the pussy and tonguing me hard to prove yourself worthy."

Bast murred deeply, half a growl and half a purr. "Gooood girls, very good. Sasha's right, dancing cat. You need her pussy more than ever. I know I want it, and you know you want it. Her beauty drew you to her, but it's who she is that keeps you. But weren't you still trying to resist? Aren't you resisting me?"

"Nnn... nooo...." Diantha moaned, her eyes clearly reflecting the sinking green rings in Bast's. "I don'... have to do... what you tell me." She swayed on her feet and Sasha tickled her ear with hot, close breath.

"So you're not trying to resist?" The skunk whispered, sending shivers down Diantha's spine.

"Nnn? Wh, no, have to resist, can't... mmmhhh..."

"It's too complicated, your desire is too hard to ignore," Bast said, her voice almost a sensuous moan. "And every minute you stare into my eyes and feel my voice purr into your ears, you want to come to me more. It's so obvious that the more you want to come to me, the less you want to leave. If you don't want to leave, you must be falling deeper under my control, because you wanted to leave before and now you just want to stare... to listen... and to obey."

Sasha nibbled on the cat's ear. "Imagine what my pussy tastes like. I want to kiss you, Diantha. I want to taste my pussy on your tongue. Don't you want that?" Sasha was secretly envious of the green rings in Diantha's eyes, but she enjoyed this almost as much.

"Nnnnn..."

Bast stepped closer, coming almost muzzle to muzzle with Diantha. "You wanted it when Sasha stepped into the club. You looked at her pussy and you licked your lips because you wanted us to know you wanted to taste her. That was before I started hypnotizing you. So you must want to taste her, on your own, without resistance."

"I... rmmember... but ye're hypno... tizing me now? Whh..." Diantha licked her lips.

"Yes, you're hypnotized. Your head is empty and your voice is slurry and we'll take you so much deeper." Bast cast a meaningful look at Sasha, the green rings briefly touching deep in Sasha's soul, fingering down and stroking her clitty with resonating memory. She turned back to Diantha and the cat moaned. "It feels so good just to let go, giving yourself to me is the easiest thing you can do. Think, don't think at all. Are you resisting?"

Diantha was silent for a long moment. Just Bast staring into her, green rings beginning at the outside and sinking slowly to the middle in both their eyes, Sasha watching with anticipation, the wet spot on Diantha's panties spreading as the lube she'd put there for show was joined by her real juices.

"Now, Sasha."

It was a command and Sasha obeyed her goddess, stripping off her clothes and using her tail to fan the scent of her pussy up to Diantha's nose. Diantha knelt in a smooth motion, almost a dance, leaning in to Sasha. She draped her body along Sasha's tail and stared directly into Sasha's pussy, the green light from the rings in her eyes casting a rippling glow over the soft white fur surrounding Sasha's sex out to the black fur surrounding it.

Bast spoke once more. "Lick."

Diantha leaned in and licked, much more eager and practiced than the bartender had been, burying her tongue in Sasha immediately and swirling it around and around. Bast stepped into a strapon dildo harness and positioned herself behind Diantha.

"Look into my eyes and worship me, Sasha." Bast's rubber cock was visible above the kneeling Diantha.

Sasha murred happily and obeyed gladly. Her mind emptied almost immediately, but Bast wanted more.

"Let go of everything instantly, Sasha. Looking into my hypnotic green light empties your mind and brings you back to this place of feeling and no thinking. You're aroused, you feel so good, the teasing wet fucking between your legs and my words are all that's true in this place. Let everything else go and sink into my voice and the pleasure it brings. Come to me."

Sasha purred and settled in, draping her legs possessively over the lower back and pert bum of the dancer tonguing her pussy. She leaned back into a beanbag on the ground and stared up at her goddess and that amazing green glow of pleasure.

"Being near me makes you want to submit. Being horny makes you want to be near me. Submitting makes you horny. When you are hot and need to obey and fuck and come to me, you will. You will do these things because you want to and because you have to. You worship me."

"I worship goddess." In contrast to Diantha's slur, Sasha's voice was distant and clear. She was much, much deeper, and in much less time. Her mind was wet and ready.

"You are meant to be mine. You feel it too, the way you love to submit to me, the way you worship me even when awake. Your natural talent with hypnosis lets you fall deeper and experience more, but it's the little things that bind you to me. The way you looked at me at the bar, the way you naturally helped me take my dancing cat," and at this Diantha gave a little moan, "and the way, deep down, you want to be like me."

Sasha whispered "I obey," her mind completely empty. She accepted each revelation out of curiosity as much as worshipful need to believe. The dancing cat's whiskers tickled her thighs in some far-off corner of her mind, near the building pleasure in her pussy, but far more important were the tingling, throbbing full-body joys of staring into Bast's eyes and hanging off her every word.

She quickly lost track of Bast's exact words, instead focusing on the reality Bast built for her. They weren't at a strip club, they were on a temple overlooking a river, on red velvet carpet. The temple dancer gripped the royal skunk's rear with both hands, lavishing her rough cat tongue over Sasha's swollen pussylips before flicking her clitty and diving back inside her wet, clenching tunnel.

Bast stood over them, one hand on each of their heads, glowing green as the temple dancer began to change. Bast's power here was so great that Diantha would be anything she wanted, and she commanded Sasha to moan out. It was not a question, there was no thought on Sasha's part, she simply made Sasha's mouth dribble out the words describing how she wanted Diantha to look.

The fantasy became suddenly intense, Bast's face was inches away from Sasha's, they were back at the strip club, Diantha writhed somewhere under them mumbling about a goddess, and Sasha's mind was an utter empty void. She needed, need ed Bast's next words. Bast purred slowly and carefully directly into Sasha's soul.

"I will change this girl as *I* see fit. You worship me, you know this is right, but you want it too. You need to change. You want this more than anything. Feel the wanting building now. You want to come to me to get what you want. You want to cum."

"Yes... g-goddess..." Sasha breathed, and Bast slid up, her hand on Sasha's shoulder as she stepped behind the skunk. Gently, she lifted Sasha's ass up, Diantha's blank face following her pussy diligently as Bast positioned the strapon, glistening from saliva--had Sasha been suckling it?--at the entrance of Sasha's tailhole. As the sex toy slid home Sasha moaned, and as Bast resumed whispering the skunk slid back into the fantasy.

Back in the temple, Diantha began to change. A green glow spread out from Bast's hands even as Bast stared directly into Sasha's eyes, pumping pleasure into her brain as the dancing cat's ears grew tufted and long, tying Diantha's change to Sasha's pleasure. A green wave slid down Diantha's nubile body, shifting her brown fur to light tan with spots, remaking her in an image more befitting the goddess. The change was subtle but thorough, licking its way down Diantha's body, making her squirt a sharp staccato orgasm onto Sasha's tail when the rippling colors reached her sex, adding a black tip to her tail and giving her paws more generous pads.

The process was so subtle that Sasha didn't know what to expect, but when it was finished she understood. The cat on her tail was a species native to the Nile. She knew because Bast was whispering it to her, somewhere back in the real world. She also knew the species had been extinct for thousands of years, that Diantha was forever changed, and that the idea of having this much control, mind and body, made her wetter than anything. The veil of hypnosis made the hows and the whys of it distant and irrelevant.

Bast leaned in on top of them, straddling Diantha's back and coming muzzle to muzzle with Sasha, kissing her deeply. "Call me goddess and you may cum to me," her first words to Sasha within the fantasy. Sasha obeyed instantly, cumming hard around the temple dancer's tongue as she fell deeper into Bast's sway, moaning the word goddess over so many long seconds, convinced utterly that every single word she experienced was the total, inviolate truth.

She was allowed to remember some of her blackout period. The strapon had been in Sasha's tailhole most of the time, Bast was behind her, paws kneading Sasha's breasts while Sasha sank further and further into Bast's hold. Diantha was there, very much her new shape, worshipping and pleasuring Sasha's pussy as Bast's hypnosis pumped into Sasha's mind. Diantha was kept in a light obedient state by the green glow and by Sasha's words, but Bast was whispering, always whispering into Sasha's ear.

She would wake up for a count of five, and she was so ready to drop back down, so eager, so well trained. She dripped on the edge of each number, waiting, waiting... and when Bast said the fifth number her mind was gone and she was back in the temple by the river, back where she belonged, so aroused and so deeply happy to be utterly in the power of the fantasy.

Sasha didn't remember falling asleep, but she woke up back in her bed, curled tightly against the black-furred Bast sleeping next to her. She nibbled playfully at the cat's ear.

"Mrrrow... good morning, pet." Bast mumbled, stretching and arching her back into Sasha's body. "Flip a coin to see who makes breakfast?"

"Nah, I'll get it." Sasha reluctantly left the cat, but paused in the door of the bedroom. "Bast, I..." She blushed furiously but forced herself to continue. "I can't remember some of what you've done to my mind. How casual is this? Is it hypnotized sex or something deeper?"

Bast rolled onto her back, nipples stiff in the cool morning air, and looked up into Sasha's eyes. "Can't it be both?"

Sasha felt hot and nervous at the same time. She tried to focus on what to eat, biting her lip.

It would not be the first time she woke up next to Bast. How much she could remember varied from night to night. She remembered visiting Bast's many hypnotized playthings, she even remembered helping make a few new ones like Diantha. More often, however, it was just the two of them. Long, idle evenings drifting in and out of trance and each other, sex toys strewn about the bed as they explored each others' bodies, Diantha cleaning up after them and joining in the fun, often staring into Bast's eyes while Sasha repeated her godd--her girlfriend's words to the hypnotized cat, struggling not to fall into the trance alongside her.

One evening, Sasha found herself inexplicably, submissively drawn to a restaurant, one of Bast's more enjoyable ways of asking for a date. Hypnotic suggestions, ever so subtle and deliberately not compelling, nevertheless drew Sasha's mind to thoughts of Bast. Her feelings would turn warm, sensuous lust and emotional closeness, but then it would occur to Sasha that these feelings might simply be even more subtle hypnotic conditioning, which would only make her hornier. The spiral of emotion made sure she was hot, bothered, and ready to obey by the time she arrived.

And so it was that Sasha bit her lip as she looked at the menu, struggling to decide what to order when the waiter arrived at their table. Bast grinned her most wicked grin at the waiter as Sasha looked up to see a familiar fennec fox.

"Give up tending bar?" Sasha murred. Something tickled the back of her mind, a question waiting to get out hidden behind a green veil of pure pleasure, but the brief wondering how the bear became a fox quickly passed from the skunk's mind.

"Ah, goddess has seen fit to change my shape without changing my preferences." The fennec looked down slightly ears crimson, tail swishing behind his slender hips. "I work here because fewer men hit on me."

Sasha giggled, and Bast grinned predatorily while leaning toward the fox, luring his gaze down to hers. "Is that really true? Answer me honestly."

The fox smiled and sighed. "No, it's not true. It happens more here."

Sasha stroked the fox's muzzle once, then looked toward the door. "When does your shift end?"

"Midnight."

"You know what to do." Bast punctuated the statement with another deep gaze into the fox's eyes. No words passed between them, only a very faint green glow emanated from Bast's eyes, but they stayed like that for almost a full minute before the waiter straightened and surreptitiously arranged his tray to cover the twitching tent in his pants.

The meal passed in relative silence, and Sasha frequently caught Bast looking at her, lost in thought, when the black cat didn't know Sasha could see. Those looks became more open as the night wore on, and when midnight drew near and they were outside Bast's home, Bast openly gazed into Sasha's eyes, no hypnosis required.

Sasha managed a polite grin, then slid between Bast and the door. "What is it, Bast? You look like you have something to say."

Bast swallowed and Sasha suddenly realized she'd never seen the black cat nervous before. "You make me... I really enjoy your company, Sasha." She stroked the skunk kindly, possessively, one long slow tease with her finger from Sasha's white ear down her black cheekfur.

Sasha gently took Bast's hand and lowered it, holding it between them. "It's okay. You can tell me the truth. It's only fair, goddess knows I can't keep secrets from you."

"So she does," Bast purred. "Answer you honestly, eh? Fair enough. You make me feel something I haven't felt for a long time, Sasha. I've been in love, I'm usually in lust, but you bring me back to the last time I felt the two together. That's a rare thing."

Sasha tensed, looking Bast in the eyes, tingling with anticipation but unsure what to feel, hope or fear. "Are you saying you love me?"

Bast smiled kindly and licked Sasha's nose. "You asked. And... the honest truth is I don't know. It's been so long I'm not sure if I can even feel that way anymore. I'm not trying to scare you off, and I could always persuade you to stay..."

Sasha murred, lifting her tail to shield their faces from passersby. She leaned in close to Bast's blushing face and whispered, tickling the cat's whispers with her warm breath. "Please do."

Bast moaned and purred together as one sound, her eyes immediately blossoming into the hypnotic green rings as her nipples stiffened under Sasha's teasing hand. "Dom and sub in one, such a lucky find."

"Yess..." Sasha sighed, easily sinking into the routine.

"Not so fast, my hypno-toy. I want you to resist me. I want to feel you squirm. If you're strong enough to ask to be taken, you're strong enough to try to stop me."

Sasha smiled, half from obedience and half from enjoying the challenge, but either road led to the same destination. She shut her eyes and turned away from the green rings.

"Mmm, good. Shall we come inside?"

Sasha nodded, her grin white in dark outside the door. "Definitely."

No sooner had the two stepped in than Bast turned and put her hands on either side of Sasha's shoulders, trapping her against the inside of the door, eyes blossoming green. "Are you sinking into my eyes, Sasha? Is my good, obedient pet falling into trance from my gaze alone? That's very naughty, pet. Good pets obey and I commanded you to resist me. Obey me, pet. Resist."

Sasha blinked in confusion. "What?"

The black cat's face was pressed muzzle to muzzle against hers, the green rings took up more and more of her vision with each slow, easy breath. Time seemed to stretch out, a long sleepy pause before Bast spoke again. "Squirm, pet. Try not to look, try to stay awake. Show me your dominant side."

Sasha shook her head, trying to make sense of the paradox, breaking eye contact a little. She took a moment to collect her thoughts with her eyes closed, doing her best to ignore Bast's closeness. "Mmm, play hard to get? I can do that."

"Can you?" Bast's purr was predatory. "You can pretend, I know that much, but can you really play? Is my submissive fluffy skunk finding she has no resistance left to give, just a horny fuckpuppet eager to roll over and lift her tail for her mistress? Show me your teeth, Sasha! Prove there's still fire in your belly!"

Sasha opened her eyes to glare defiantly at Bast, partly getting into the play but partly indignant at the words. She stared right into the rings but this time she held on to herself, like a swimmer floating comfortably at the center of a gentle whirlpool without quite going under, feeling the warm water caress around and around her nude--

--glaring defiantly, she was glaring defiantly! Her gaze faltered a bit but she recovered, gently pushing Bast off her and removing her coat. Sasha stepped into the living room and took a seat on the couch. "I haven't got to prove anything," she smirked, sticking out her tongue at the cat.

"Careful, cat'll get your tongue." Bast discarded her coat and more, disrobing in the middle of the room and leaving her clothes on the floor. She flicked a switch and the bigscreen tv lit up with a rainbow of spiraling colors, predominantly blues with greens at the center.

Sasha chuffed with amusement. "Pretty, but my mind's my own. You'll have to do better than that." Truth be told she was already imagining herself splayed out on the couch and fingering her pussy uncontrollably, bathing in that swirling light, but the tv didn't have the same hold over her that Bast's eyes did. "The TV won't hypnotize me on its own."

"Of course it won't. It isn't magic," Bast purred, letting her arousal drip off every word as she slunk closer to the couch.

"Mmm, and your eyes are? I think it's because I'm not playing along."

Bast leaned over the couch, pressing her breasts into the skunk's head, teasing Sasha's ears with her stiff nipples. She leaned in, whispering down at the skunk. "I haven't got to prove anything."

Sasha turned, licking Bast's left nipple and drawing a shiver from the cat before nipping it gently with her teeth. "Don't you? Then why are we doing this?"

"Touche`," the cat purred, guiding Sasha's muzzle back to her breast with her left hand. With her right hand, she carefully removed her contact lenses, setting them one at a time in Sasha's lap.

Sasha swirled her tongue around and around Bast's nipple, then suckled it long and hard before blowing on the nub and making Bast moan. "Let's see how you do without that green light."

Bast looked down and met her gaze, green rings drawing Sasha's eyes instantly, the black cat's paw lifting Sasha's muzzle gently to ensure she continued to look. "Wouldn't that be something to see."

"Smthin'... to see..." Sasha mumbled, the hypnotic light catching her so off guard that it easily slipped deep into her mind.

"Distraction, confusion, there are many ways into the subconscious. Hypnosis can be the art of relaxing the thinking, knowing part of the mind, then sliding thoughts into the rest of it, pumping deep and wet into the emotional center of the mind. Diantha was confused and Diantha obeyed. Sasha is confused and Sasha obeys."

"...Sasha... obe--" she cut herself off, suddenly remembering that obeying meant resisting here. She tried to blink and shake her head, but only managed to close her eyes partway and tilt her gaze a little. She could still see the green, the endless, cloying, sleepy submissive fuck me green, but she could... could... keep looking, and... she wanted to do _some_thing... speak, right! That was it.

Her voice was slurred and her jaw was slack, but she spoke. "Yor... your contacts're out. The greeeen..." the word was a moan. Somewhere in the far corners of her mind Sasha felt her panties grow damp. She swallowed and managed a full blink. "The green isn't novelty contacts."

"Trruue." Bast drew the word out, speaking long and slow, the familiar purring tone she used to lull her pets into hypnosis. A droning rumble, not monotone but flushed with subtle emotion, emphasis to make each word sink deeper and ring truer. Bast meant each word, it was only fair that Sasha meant each word too, her rapidly sinking mind repeating the commands as truth. "Stare and obey, pet. Feel the tingling pleasure, sink into obedience, find that pet place in your mind that feels so good."

The words pulled Sasha up, made her sit upright, attentively staring into Bast's eyes. "Nnnoo... supposed'ta... resist..."

"Mmm, such an obedient pet, always doing what you're supposed to, like a good hypnotic pet does. But it's more than that, isn't it? You have to obey. It's not a choice. That makes you more than a pet, doesn't it? That makes you a slave. A hypnotized slave, always sinking deeper. My hypnotized slave."

"Hypn'tized... slave... have to..." Slowly, like a sleeper waking from a deep dream, a single thought managed to rise through the warm green wetness filling her mind. She was _supposed_to resist. Bast had commanded her to, and at first she'd thought it was that simple, but all the memories of Sasha taking charge and Bast's secret gazes... Sasha understood that this was about more than just resisting because she'd been told to.

She breathed deeply, breaking a sleepy rhythm she hadn't noticed she fell into, and straightened up and away from Bast's eyes. In her barely-awake state, the swirling colors on the tv immediately grabbed her and threatened to submerge her again, but she slid past them and looked out the window instead. She could see the room's reflection easily. Bast was leaning over her shoulder, muzzle right next to Sasha's ear, and Bast's eyes were still glowing with those green rings. So were Sasha's, but Sasha's were dim and fading. As she watched the reflection, watched... the green rings... the glow in her eyes grew brighter... little rings, she could make out the rings sinking down, down the middle, even in the reflection, even in her own eyes, she could...

"Obey me, beautiful Sasha slave. You're so weak, so powerless to resist me. Even the reflection of your own submissive hypnotized self is enough to draw you under. It's because you want me. Deep, deep down in your core, you need me. You need my control. Look into my eyes, Sasha, it feels so good to obey and sink deep for me."

Sasha sighed happily, looking into Bast's eyes in the reflection, speaking clearly and calmly in a dreamlike voice. "I want you, Bast. Deep, deep down in my core. That's why I'm awake... for now." In her peripheral vision, she saw the green fade from her eyes, but she kept her gaze locked with Bast's in the reflection.

"Oh gods you make me hot," Bast moaned into Sasha's ear, licking and nibbling enthusiastically, no planned seduction, just raw emotion.

Sasha moaned, leaning into Bast's questing tongue. "I can stop resisting now?"

The doorbell cut off any reply, and after a moment, the fennec waiter stepped inside. He set aside his long coat, revealing his nude body underneath, and Sasha was struck by the memory of seeing Bast form his member with her... magic. Maybe it was all the practice at resistance, but she was suddenly struck by the sheer power of Bast's magic. She'd believed it was... what? Hypnotic illusion? Shared fantasy? Her mind was reeling, she didn't even believe in magic but she'd seen this cat transform people, seen them days later, seen it change their lives and she didn't even care? How much control did she have over herself?

Bast strode over to the fennec, green light glowing with the heat of the lust Sasha had built in her goddess. She gently pushed the fox down to his knees, then laid him out on the floor on her discarded clothes from earlier, staring into his eyes all the while and not saying a word.

"What am I doing?" Sasha whispered to herself, too quiet for Bast to hear.

The fennec's enormous ears didn't miss a beat. "Wht'm... I doing..." he mumbled.

Bast looked up, then back at Sasha. "Whatever you like, Sasha. I think we both know what that is."

Sasha slowly stood and stepped toward the pair by the door, but she wasn't sure if she meant to leave or join the fun.

Bast sensed her reluctance. "I know all too well what you're feeling right now, Sasha. No one can make this decision for you, not even me. I could keep you here, true, but only you can choose to stay."

Sasha stood and walked toward the pair and past them. She stepped up to the door and looked back down at the pair.

Sasha slid the deadbolt on the door into the locked position.

Bast purred and beckoned her to join them on the floor, guiding Sasha down to straddle the fennec, spooning close against the black cat. Bast's knees were even with the fennec as he lay stretched out on the ground, eyes swirling with green light. Sasha knelt in front of her, the skunk's luxurious tail winding down under the black cat and tickling her between the things, her black and white furred legs straddling the fox's hips, her pussy just inches above the fox's rapidly stiffening cock.

Bast whispered in Sasha's ear. "He's all warmed up. Repeat what I say, train him with your voice." Sasha shuddered and nodded, her reluctance melting quickly under her heat.

Bast's breath was hot on her ear, tickling her mind with delicious whispers as she began to speak to the fox.

"Look into my eyes, imagine the green there, that peaceful green that pulls you down into the sleepy, obedient part of your mind. The fantasy of total obedience and submission, the utter bliss of cumming to me in the pleasure center of your mind. That's where you want to be, and that's where you will be, all you have to do is obey my words. You have to obey my words and you will cum to me, pet."

The words poured into the fox's empty, obedient mind as he lay under the two women, his only response the occasional throb of his cock when he found something particularly hot.

"You are so deep, so obedient, fox. Do you remember your name?"

The fox's mouth moved, barely a whisper, slurred and moaned more than spoken. "No." Sasha's pussy twitched at the same time as the fox cock throbbed. Bast continued to whisper the words that Sasha would say next into her ear.

Sasha murred. "Answer me honestly, my hypnotized pet. Do you want to go deeper?"

"Yes." The fox and Sasha spoke in unison, the need to reply to Bast's indirect command strong enough to compel the skunk to speak.

Bast purred in Sasha's ear, snaking a slick finger up under Sasha's luxurious tail, teasing around Sasha's tailhole and lubing it up with the wetness from the cat's pussy. "Do you want that fox cock to slip deep inside that tight skunk ass?" Sasha found herself saying, and she shivered as much as the touch as at her words. She realized she wasn't even hearing them, not really, she was just speaking and letting Bast's voice flow into her ear and out her mouth without ever bothering her conscious mind.

"Yess..." they both breathed, the fox glancing down at the sight of Bast's paw fondling Sasha before his eyes drifted obediently back to his hypnotist's. Sasha looked down into the fox's eyes, saw the green rings slipping ever inward, and felt a wave of protective lust and submissive jealousy.

"Then what we have to do," Sasha said with a moan as Bast abandoned any pretense and moved to overt shared hypnosis, "is clear our minds. We have to obey. Everything that isn't the fantasy is utterly unimportant. Thoughts drift away as arousal builds, there is no self, there is only the pleasure."

"Only... plsre..." the fennec moaned.

"Deeper and deeper, not even able to know how deep, only loving the direction and flow of the experience, letting it wash everything else away and feeling so good for the control, knowing that this is something to experience again and again, not wanting to stop, not able to stop, feeling better and better and letting my words slip wetly over the pleasure center of the fantasy, cumming to me again and again, giving me more control every time, left needing to go deeper, always deeper."

"Deeeeeperrrr...." the fox's tongue began to lick the air over his muzzle, occasionally swirling around an imaginary clitty as the green rings drifted slowly across his blank, hypnotized eyes. Bast's paws began to move, stroking over his fur once again, green glow casting shadows around the fox's body as her touch left behind jet black fur, bringing him deep in her thrall on the edge of orgasm to change him.

"It gets hotter and hotter, wetter and deeper, and it never stops. There is no bottom to hypnosis, there is only deeper, and deeper, and deeper," Bast's paws, one gripping Sasha's tail base and one caressing the fox's knot, guided Sasha's tailhole down over tip of the fennec's cock. "Deeper, and deeper, feeling that intense heat stroke over the pleasure center, coming to me, wanting to cum for me and needing to obey. The two are one and the same, synonymous, needing to obey and needing to cum, always building, always needing, need ing to cum and obey. Obeying feels like cumming, feeling like cumming builds orgasm comes to me, and that need to cum is stronger than anything."

The fox's tail twitched as he tried to thrust up into Sasha's tight ass but the hypnotic conditioning held him in place, transfixed by the words that endlessly poured into his empty mind, tingling body, and throbbing cock. He need ed to obey, to obey. The emphasis on the words slipped easily into his mind, inscribed permanently, the engraving on the monument, words permanently and proudly adorning his throbbing cock. Need to obey. Obey ing feels like cum ming. Need to cum. He was changing deep inside, each word a new truth, and his frame filled out between the women's legs and Bast's touch, his fluffy tail smoothing into a sleeker, obsidian jackal's tail.

Need to obey , obey to cum , Sasha dimly realized the words were as much in her mind as in the fox's when Bast's fingers slipped inside her pussy and teased over her throbbing clitty. The whispers came again, meant only for her ear, come to Bast, obey and come to Bast, obeying feels like coming to Bast and you know you can't resist coming back to Bast again and again because you need to cum more than anything, over and over again as her hips slid sloooowwwlllyy up the fox cock and down again, the fox staring, transfixed by the sight of his member slipping in and out of Sasha, slowly revealing and hiding the dripping Bast pussy just behind. As he watched, his cock changed color, joining his fur in darkness as fox gave way to jackal.

" Need to cum ," Bast said.

"Need..." Sasha moaned.

"...cum..." whined the jackal, his voice deepening as the black color crept up his neckfur, heralded by the green light.

" Obey ing feels like cum ming," Bast commanded.

"Obey... cumming..." mumbled the hypnotized anthros. The jackal's ears narrowed as the green light passed over them, changing into a deep midnight black.

"You need to obey. You need it because it feels like cum ming pets, cum for me. Cum." Sasha moaned and squeezed around Bast's fingers, her pussy twitching and an almost-howl leaving her lips as the Anubian cock squirted in her ass, her juices mixing with cum leaking out between her cheeks to mat the fur on Bast's paws, the green glow fading away only slowly, reluctantly from her black fingers.

Bast kept whispering in the throes of their orgasm, words that could not be made out but which sank deep into easily hypnotized minds, meanings drifting up from somewhere deep as both Anubian jackal and skunk absorbed the truth of Bast, learned who they really were on the edge of her oozing, dripping words. She stroked the jackal's muzzle, elongating it with hypnotic green magic to something more appropriate for his new species, bidding him lick her pussy while Sasha lay cradled in her arms, eagerly absorbing everything she had to say, green rings slipping from the outside of her blank eyes down to the middle and then further, deeper, with no end inside.

She awoke in her own bed in her own home, feeling a brief moment of concern before she realized Bast had simply gotten up to make breakfast. Sasha allowed herself a deep sniff of the sheets where Bast had lay, shuddering at the memories stirred by that scent, both normal and hidden.

The two grew ever closer over the coming weeks, treating each others' home as their own. Bast had more money than she could spend and no patience with Sasha's job, something Sasha eagerly traded for more time between Bast's thighs. Bast even had Sasha try hypnotizing her once or twice, and while Sasha was still new, Bast seemed to enjoy it--and the practice on their pet Diantha was always fun. But best of all were the times Bast put things in Sasha's head she didn't even know about it. She would find herself heading somewhere, no memory of why or how, often not even any clothes, a little dribble of arousal running down her inner thigh as she nervously knocked on the door.

When Bast opened the door and beckoned her inside, Sasha realized she wasn't just remembering past events. She stepped in, blushing at how easily Bast controlled her arousal but too hypnotized to hide her shame, her tail swishing and accenting her nude form rather than covering it.

The evening was a blur of green and black, the smell of Bast's sex wet on Sasha's nose, Sasha's pussy clenching around a rough cat tongue, and always, always coming deeper into obedience. When she was finally allowed to wake, Bast looked her in the eye without any green light at all and spoke simply.

"I needed time to be sure, but now I know. I love you, deeply and truly. Answer me honestly, pet. Do you love me? Do you want to be with me forever?"

Sasha's pussy clenched even in the midst of her afterglow as she basked in how little control over her own emotions she really had. "I don't know how much is real and how much is hypnosis."

Bast moaned shamelessly, less a reflex and more a profound need to share just how hot she found that truth. "Surrender yourself to me, pet, and we'll find out."

Her eyes bloomed into green rings and Sasha willingly gave herself to them. She was still awake, but she knew she would drop like a stone. Falling was so easy now, so practiced, the relaxation exercises and deepening inductions giving way to instant depth and commands to find new ways to go deeper. A powerful, inevitable undertow of learning, a real, honest skill, a firm belief that she could go deeper faster with practice shoring up the truth of her submission. Her mind knew the way back down into the fantasy and desperately wanted to come back over and over.

" Obey ," Bast said, and Sasha was gone. "Obey and sink deep, my love. There is no bottom to hypnosis, no limit to how deeply or how easily you can sink. Anything can hypnotize you if you're willing, and you're so much more than willing. You need to cum to my fantasy in the deepest parts of your mind, you need to obey , sinking so much deeper than before, easily and instantly, emptying your mind of everything but my words and needing my words so deep inside you that they fill you completely."

Sasha grinned a happy, empty grin, swaying in her chair and feeling the familiar tingles creep along her body. There was nothing in her mind, there was only the experience, the fantasy made reality through the power of hypnosis. The words poured into her and she paid them no heed, they reshaped her reality and breathed pleasure down her spine and across her body, but she didn't, couldn't focus on that. It simply happened.

The words were all that was important. The need to cum and to obey. Need , cum , obey. Over and over, around and around, each word like a green ring slipping and sinking deep inside, so, so deep. No bottom to hypnosis, no limit to how good it can feel, no way to stop from sliding so deep when it feels so good. It felt good to slide deeper, it felt better to slide deeper still, there was no "now", there was only deeper. Sasha did not know how good she felt, she didn't know anything at all, but she felt the tingling pleasure grow and grow as she came deeper and deeper down.

Bast was still talking. She'd been talking the entire time. Briefly, like drifting in and out of a light sleep only so much deeper than that, Sasha became aware of Bast's words.

"...and you may come closer to consciousness from time to time, listening to me and deepening your trance yourself, but it doesn't matter if you do. Let go your mind and drift, sleepy and obedient, feeling so good to let me change you, happy to let my words fill you completely, need ing my words to fill you completely."

"Other times, you may sleep deeply, letting my words pour into you without needing to listen, comfortably and profoundly knowing that they will become true for you and change you without you needing to pay attention to them. Each individual word becomes true on its own independently of each other word. There is no need to pay attention to the sentences, your unconscious mind will do that for you, each word and each moment in time is perfect, no longer worrying about what has happened or what will happen, no longer caring what word came before this word or what word will come after it, only need ing to obey , need ing to cum to me again and again, deeper and deeper."

Sasha drifted away again, feeling Bast's words caress the inside of her mind and body. Her nipples stiffened when Bast commanded, she felt caresses on her body. Her arm raised of its own accord and then lowered and she sank deeper, all at Bast's command. She saw colors that weren't there in Bast's eyes, stared deeply at ones that were. She closed her eyes and dropped so deep that she could open them again and stare blank and doll-like without disturbing her trance. Her skin tingled differently, almost as though it fell asleep, before Bast commanded her to turn that hypersensitivity into pleasure.

Like a good obedient slave, she repeated each stage of deeper trance in a mindless monotone, informing Bast of her progress as her goddess brought her deeper still. Triggered numbness of the kind used as primitive anesthetic in olden times, and she went deeper still. Enhanced focus on her sense and touch, bringing sensations that were so vivid and real it was impossible to tell whether they were brought on by hypnotic suggestion. Being told to act as though she was awake but still remain utterly hypnotized, speaking normally but with no control of herself at all, walking out to get the mail and say hello to the neighbors while reeking of sex and never waking, coming back to automatically collapse onto the couch and sink deeper still, letters strewn on the floor by an instantly slack hand and a mind that had no ability to even remember they were there, demonstrating the incredible depth of her trance as much to herself as to Bast in yet another tool to pull Sasha deeper.

"..." said Sasha, hypnotically prevented from hearing her own voice leave her mouth. She stood at attention, ripples of trance moving over her body in little waves of pleasure, her mind obediently fusing the sensation of orgasm with the sensation of warm bathwater rippling juuust over the surface of her body, like laying in a tub filled to perfect height.

"Good pet. Again."

"..." said Sasha. The ripples lapped over her body, tickling the inside of her ears as the sensation of warm water lifted ever so slightly forward and back, as though she were laying on her back instead of swaying on her feet. Wherever the tickling mild pleasure of the water went, the deep moaning lustful need of sexual pleasure followed, the sensation of one squirt of orgasm or one throb or one caress slipping over and around her empty, utterly hypnotized mind.

"Very good, pet. Anyone can achieve this powerful depth of trance by obey ing anyone else. Belief, practice, and skill are all that's required. My magic makes you believe, but there are many roads to belief. The rest is you. Speak again, pet, and hear yourself this time."

"I obey."

"Listen very carefully, pet, and answer me honestly. Feel the deep truth of your hypnotic state. Sense your emotions, drift back to how you felt when we met, follow your journey to here. In this state all your feelings, remembered or forgotten, hypnotically veiled or hypnotically commanded, are laid bare. You know which ones I gave you and which ones are yours. Answer me honestly: Do you love me? Do you want to be with me forever?"

" Yes."

Bast's eyes blossomed with green, moving over Sasha's tingling body like a lover's caress. She was far beyond knowing how deep she was and felt only the falling sensation, that slipping surrender of sliding deeper. Bast guided Sasha's dreamlike march up the stairs of Bast's home to her bedroom. She lay Sasha down on the sheets and straddled her, the fur around her black pussy still wet and matted, and Sasha was briefly aware of the taste of the cat's nectar on her tongue. Bast's hands began to glow green.

She started with Sasha's feet, massaging them, kneading the pads and stroking between her toes. The green glow joined the ripples and shimmered visibly across her feet, changing them, and Sasha's pussy tingled and spasmed with her first purely hypnotic orgasm. She barely noticed it even as she squirted hard enough to reach her knees. The white fur on her feet receded, replaced by midnight black. Her claws slid into her toes, then flexed out beyond her control, before settling back in, now fully retractable. The claws on her feet kneaded the air briefly, stretching and clenching in an unmistakably feline way.

Slowly, lovingly, Bast's paws and green glow moved upward. Her ankles were next, along with her calves, relaxing and shimmering with the rippling green light as her long white and black fur became short, black, and divinely soft. Bast took extra time moving up, massaging Sasha, teasing close to her sex before leaning in to lick her inner thigh. The green glow slipped along her legs, removing the last bits of white fur, changing her skunk legs into new cat ones.

Her tail came next, Bast's claws running long furrows in the fur from base to tip, slimming it down with each pass as Sasha's exposed sex puffed and dripped from the stimulation. She could feel it changing, becoming more mobile, developing a bit of its own mind as it snaked around Bast's paws and thrashed with her intensely deep arousal. When Bast was satisfied, her hands drifted up from Sasha's tail.

Sasha's entire body glowed green as Bast lifted her off the bed with her power, levitating her pet for better access before seizing both of Sasha's ample cheeks in her palms and burying her face between Sasha's thighs. Again and again she brought the overstimulated Sasha to the brink of orgasm only to withdraw her practiced tongue, caressing Sasha's thighs, ass and sex with her glowing paws, changing her inside and out. The soft white fur surrounding her pussy darkened and gleamed black and Sasha felt another orgasm rip through her from the transformation. Her pussy didn't clench, she didn't squirt, and her mind was far too empty to realize that she hadn't actually cum, she'd simply felt as though she had the way any hypnotic subject is given feelings.

Satisfied, Bast moved further up, licking along Sasha's stomach in long grooming strokes, shifting her black and white pattern to a sacred black cat's pure midnight coat. She felt her insides change to match, an intense feeling of grace and flexibility, a natural sashay, a fire in her loins she couldn't wait to practice. Bast moved inexorably onward, tracing spirals down, down to the center of Sasha's breasts with her rough cat tongue, bringing black fur wherever she went and leaving nothing unlicked.

Sasha's arms came next, stroked by loving fingertips from shoulder to the tips of the skunk's own fingers, and Sasha's empty mind let go the term 'skunk' as Bast reached the tips. The white fur was black, her blunt claws were sharp and retractable, her arms demanded to stretch and flex her new claws as she well and truly understood she was changing, even in her incredible depth of trance. She was far past the point where she could accidentally wake on her own, only a solid half hour of alone time or the hypnotist could free her... but there were changes left to make.

Bast held her neck gently and licked up from Sasha's shoulder, and as her fur turned black she heard a deep throaty purr come from her own throat. The two shared a long, deep look into each other's eyes before Bast kissed Sasha deeply and passionately and green enveloped her world. As the light penetrated her eyes and reached her mind, she passed out.

Sasha awoke without knowing how much time had passed. A beautiful, oddly familiar red fox lay curled beside and on top of her, the vixen's slow, easy breaths tickling the goddess's midnight fur. She gently licked the vixen's muzzle, the cat's curiosity enough to make her reluctantly disturb her mate's slumber. Mate? Where had--

"Good morning, goddess." The fox murred, snuggling close to the cat and resting her head on the midnight black breast.

"Who are--Bast? Is that you?"

The vixen smiled. "No. It's you."

Sasha blinked, the grogginess of the sleep dulling the shock. "What?"

"Bast is a title," the vixen murred. "I served as goddess for around two and a half thousand years, give or take. I sailed across the sea with Libyan traders, then travelled with their people to Egypt in, mrr, 800, 900 BC? I no longer remember."

Seeing Bast's expression, the fox continued. "We fell in love, Bast and I. We meant to grow old together, but Bast didn't age and eventually I had questions. I asked who she really was, if her magic was more than a mere priest's, but she didn't answer with words."

The vixen propped her head up on Bast's breast and looked the cat directly in the eyes. "She loved me, deeply and truly, and gave me her power that I might live in her stead. We spent the rest of her life together and she passed peacefully from the world, some few thousand years old."

Bast struggled to absorb it all. The words had poured into her mind so easily under trance, but taking them in while awake was proving a greater challenge. "And you...?"

"I love you, Bast." The fox said. "Truly and deeply. I felt with you what I felt then, a deep lust and love. I've loved before, many times, and I'm almost always in lust. But what I felt so long ago, and what I felt with you... deep, intertwined, sacred lust and love, the hottest thing I could ever imagine mingling with a pure and abiding love. The essence of my--of your green light. The divine source. I knew I could never stand to lose you."

Bast swallowed, speaking carefully lest her emotion break her voice. "You gave up your life for me?"

"I gave my life to you. I have my natural years yet to live, and I see now why the goddess first chose me. This time we share... it already means more to me than watching anthros and humans go from wood carts in sand to metal carts on the moon. The way I see it, I have dozens of years more to look forward to. Who knows? Maybe in the years I have left science will finish what religion started, make me truly immortal, and let us share eternity."

Bast leaned back in the bed, utterly overwhelmed. One thought clawed its way to the top of the heap and demanded expression. She looked down at the vixen, green light coming to her eyes as easily as breathing, and as the fox submitted to the pleasure her pure moan of lust released thousands of years of inhibition, her pussy twitching on Bast's leg as the dampness of her lust ran down her thigh.

"Answer me honestly, pet," Bast spoke, still getting used to the sounds coming from her own throat. "Is 'answer me honestly' a trigger phrase you programmed into me?"

The vixen moaned. "Yes."

Bast swallowed, choosing her next words carefully. "What did the trigger compel me to do? Did it compel me to answer honestly or did it change what my answer would have been?"

The vixen smiled, simply and sweetly. "Pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less, those words are a pleasure trigger for all of Bast's pets"

Bast was quiet a moment, thinking. "If I'm Bast, what's your name?"

The fox grinned. "Bast bade me forget, and I'm not sure if even your power could bring back memories that long buried."

"Mrr, I'll have to think up a name, but for now there's more important things to do..." Bast clicked off the lamp and embraced the fox, the green light from the goddess's eyes the only illumination in the room, glinting off the cat's smile as all else faded.