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Jarred

by theonehowl

Leon pulled in the front parking. A sign beside his car, in the grassy curbside, read "Zeta's Chronic and Trauma Therapy" on wood panel in glossy black with borderlines along the lettering. The gray building with slit windows rested within a large plaza of other gray and just a twenty minute drive away from the snow leopard's apartment.

Ezer, sitting passenger side, looked over. His friend Leon nodded. Then said, "Just an hour and half. And I will be close by, with my phone on. Go get your jitters taken care of!" The friend meant it as a joke, but the black furred mouse looked away and consciously put the folded ears back upright.

"Yeah. I really appreciate this, and the other rides before this." Ezer started getting out of the car.

"I'm happy to help. And if this doesn't feel like it's working then call me. I'll come back early." They both knew the mouse wouldn't call.

"Yeah. Thanks, again. See you after, Leon," said with a boosted, encouraging smirk. He closed the car door.

Ezer entered through an elegant wood door. The reception area greeted with a deep blue view. A line of yellow cutting waist high among the wall's blue. Elegant white molding near the ceiling corners. Many framed pictures. Some featuring affirmations. One photo of a harbor. Another a very elegant insider's view of a family of foxes sat to dinner. Ten steps away were the lounge chairs. Magazines on tables advising about kitchen, home owners, and an autos issue. The mouse was looking at a photo on the cover of a shiny red vixen. The wheels and the caps, the headlights, and words near it "Utterly Tantilizing Speeds". The vixen had a very short latex piece on stopping at the shoulders and way below the neck, and a curvaceous ass.

"How may I help you?" The woman's voice caused the mouse to jump. "Oh, did I scare you? Ezer Mighme?"

He turned around and found a wolf. She wore wire frame glasses and deep, somewhat black, hazel eyes with an edge glinting a bit soft green. A detailed, pink and red scarf tied neatly around the neck, above a tan short sleeved fitting suit. A red skirt that seemed short, but Ezer quickly nodded. "Yes, mam. Uhm... I made an appointment. Just yesterday."

"Today's a slow day. We only have one working the Sunday shift. Which is usually me." The wolfess politely presented a hand. "Dr. Willowee, or Mieda, if you prefer."

Ezer shook her hand. "Mieda. Very lovely to meet you. I, uh, am pretty sure you know what I'm here for."

"Oh, yes! Let's get started. My office is this way." She smiled, walked away, and grabbed a clip board sitting by a windowed reception desk. The wolf spoke as they wound through the hall, right then left. "You already filled out the online forums. You're aware of privacy. I don't do recordings unless specifically requested by the client."

Mieda held the door open. The inside of her office was simple, neat. A hefty lounging chair way in the corner. Two chairs facing each other in the middle. Several frames of her accreditation on the wall. A striped wall paper vertical throughout the top half and off set by the deep green lower paper, glossy wood molding between them. Dusky red carpet with isometric squares lined with a majority of deep purples and pinks. "Just take a seat where you like."

Ezer decided to sit in the chairs. The wolf took the one across from him. There was a window with only light at the edges of a heavy curtain. Lamps in four corners and beside the desk, in the corner, along one on the ceiling. They began to dim just enough for the mouse to notice the therapist using a remote from the suit's pocket.

As she looked at the clipboard and brought the pen from her breast pocket out with a click, Ezer fought the urge to stare at the deep line of cleavage which flared with every pen stroke.

"You were in an accident. Vehicular. No fatalities, that's good..." The wolf eyed him and he nodded in return. "But the whole... occurrence must have been intense for you, Mr. Mighme. Is that true?"

"Yes, Ma'm. I drove an SUV. It flipped several times after being knocked off the road. The glass got in my eyes and... everything was very dark. It happened so fast. But... I... still can feel the, uh, the motions. That twisting, shaking feeling. It still feels like... gravity tugs at me, while nothing is even happening. I almost got into another accident as it happened while I tried to drive, again."

"While you were driving," the wolf woman asked while still gazing at the paper, holding up the pen, "did you play music or any sounds? During that previous accident."

"No, Ma'm-"

"Mieda, please," her eyes pointed at Ezer, a gentle smile beneath.

"Oh, I mean, 'No, Mieda.' Usually, I play some music on a longer trip. In town, I just like listening to the city."

"Hmm... " She wrote on the pad. "Before the accident, what was going through your head?"

"I, uh... don't remember." Ezer's feet shuffled and bumped along the chair's legs.

"Well, would you like to try a technique for remembering? Hypnosis, or trance, or call it guided meditation if you want. I'm a professional and rely heavily on it, almost too often." She giggled. The wolf, in the suit and skirt, giggling almost seemed unnatural.

Ezer nodded. "Yeah. Sure. I just never had any experience."

"That answers the next question I was about to ask. Are you ever practicing meditation or do any focus exercises?"

"Not since school. Just one time, a friend helped with a few techniques when studying for our entrance exam.

"This will be like that, then. The sooner we begin, the sooner you won't have to bother with therapy and be back to daily life." While holding the pen and clipboard with her right, the therapist pulled the remote from her pocket and adjusted the lighting down. The room became a soft shadow of itself. Ezer noted the jump in pulse within his chest. Looking across the room, a lamp, the only one in the room not effected, hid behind Mieda's chair. It was still set low and propped as an angelic glow behind the wolf.

She lifted and brought forward the chair before sitting back down. The curves of her body slid and fell along the light's pillar. The glasses shimmered and the wolf's eyes behind twinkled with a starry twinkle. One of her other well-placed, illuminated sources from the room's specific design, behind the mouse's seat reflected off the wire frames.

Ezer shivered a little, beyond tempted when that shadowy figure moved. He swallowed and created eye contact with just the impulsive, examining glance at her dewy brown and blazing green. Colors and the measured silence past the time. A soft grunt from the therapist helped the mouse blink, many rapid blinks.

"As many often hear, you're suppose to relax," Mieda began. "This is the most important thing. Just you and your honest, inner self should question the chair... it's posture and cushion. Allow it to do that. And ask yourself, 'Does this make me relax? Am I relaxed?' Then, before I ask that you are relaxed... make the attempt to be more relaxed. Yourself. Relax and when I ask, 'Are you relaxed?' You can say, 'Yes'."

The mouse took the advice, wiggled a little and adjusted the skinny tale. The whip-like flesh was slow and serpent-like while unbending, sliding out from the lower back. It flopped off to the side. Hung like it was drained. Ezer's mouth dropped some as well while the rest remaining still. Now, even his eye lids interfered with the silhouette of the wolf's body and waving chin, little flashings of white teeth.

"Now, you're eye lids might want to drop or lower. That's right. It's a soft sleep. You're wanting... those eye lids to get comfy, more, being closed. Like that. If you're already so comfortable. Then, begin making your way... into sleep. It's a deep sleep. One that reminds us of bedtime, except with a little more focus. A little more focused... on something, like my voice. It might be clear what I'm saying while you're asleep... and deeply relaxed. You hear clearly enough to be so asleep. It's easy to focus on what the words might say next. Like your mind... might try to think about the next moment, and by then... I will have awoken you with a gentle... finger snap. Finger snap." Snaps of the finger.

Ezer blinks and smiles. "Woah. That was really cool!" He pays attention to the wolf's fingers, knotted after that snapping.

"That's just a little test. For susceptibility."

"I think that was the best sleep... in weeks! And... it was like... really easy." Ezer decided to slow his own chatter blushing. "Even my words are falling out my mouth. The hypnosis shrank my brain. I tend to by shy and not look like an idiot like this." He shook his head, grinning.

"I assure you, being more susceptible is pretty much the opposite of being an idiot." The wolf said with confidence. Ezer just sat and stared. She took the hint. "But be sure, you only fall into trance while safe, in here." There eyes were connected. "You will always start noticing if you're safe, a quiet room with dim lights, and very... very comfortable chair... or bed. Be more open to that first, and you will be able to always feel so sleepy... so relaxed... even if you wanted to fill this way, now... It would not happen until you let your body sink, and mind to fall- down. Just being very focused on my words will keep you in the state of hypnosis. It can be as easy as letting your heavy... heavy..." Ezer's eyes half way down accepted at that point in time. Drooping, they collapsed and enclosed the way Mieda looked with such mischief, a sensuality to the light and those green-brown flares. "Closed... eyes. It will feel so good... sooo good to keep them closed. Allowing yourself to fall asleep. Blinking so heavy, and way too difficult. So just let them be shut, as you open your mind. Keeping focused. Sleepy, but only enough to feel this good."

Ezer's mouth and tail sagged like led weights. A soft wind sounded with every suck and gentle throw issuing through the throat.

"All good, now," Mieda inhaled, noting their breaths more in time. A little adrenaline rush, head rush for her as the sequence fell more in line. "As you breath, and do breath at your leisure, you will pretend to sleep. Just a very good, very sensational form of sleep. The more you act this way, the easier it will be. Even if you had a conversation with me, the very sleepy and relaxed imitation can feel so real. You will think of sleep walk, with just very little effort. Maybe answering a question. Or trying to remember. Except you're more capable of forgetting... when your mind melts. If every breath just sends you deeper into sleep. Then, what stops that brain from thinking or trying to make thoughts. If every word I say, keeps emptying your head... then you'll feel lighter. Float more free.

Do be more open while you listen, as there might be an image. It's in the theater. You're in a very wonderful recliner seat, one of those special lounge cinemas, and they play the movie... on the screen. What it is... is not important. Just sitting there and letting the movie play out feels nice. Then, imagine the next thing. What you begin seeing, a stage in the back, where you got in for free. Without charge, you can watch the movie in the stage hand's section. The screen is reversed. The movie is familiar because... you have seen it before. Just keep watching. It's backwards. The motion picture happens, and you already know what happens. So it's easy seeing it, in the reversed order... As you keep watching, begin by adjusting the color. The motion picture turns black and white..."

Mieda has to pause. She notices the effectual boner in the mouse's pants. Poor boy probably wishes to renegotiate this therapy into something else. The wolf's breath pulls in a big heavy chest-full. Her attention on his chest and breathing out with the next convenient fade. Resuming a tranquil voice, she said, "The better you see it, the less aware of my words you'll become." Then, a few more seconds, and "The way they both fade in... and out..." The therapist shifted in her seat as the client's arousal twitched.

Ezer viewed the screen with wide-eyed intensity. The movie played long, beautiful legs pointing from a short skirt and walking. They moved across the street as he waited at the stop light in an SUV. The next thing, the whole screen went jarring out of focus. It didn't really black out. The window broke, and with everything going in circles and for the glass to make sense in this old style picture so the video turned in circles and made little sense. He stood watching the film and kept wondering about the legs. Thought about dating the girl and whether they'd get together in the end... began fading. A voice interrupted. Counting with some soft, magical serenity the words consoled the mouse off the stage. Down some steps, in the dark. Somehow, he remembered ten of them before even stepping a quarter of the way down. Just halfway, a light shined through a glass. A pink light through a small rectangle glass piece of the door.

The voice slipped away, out of hearing distance. Ezer forgot its significance and wondered who else volunteered for stage hand. Forgetting, wasn't that big a deal. Whoever had been polite, quietly non-disruptive to this point.

Opening the door showed a radiant pink and red club area. A lounge where others, familiar faces in a deja vu way, but Ezer found the one he sought out. A wolf in a red latex dress and red high heels. He fantasized about the colors in her eyes. A green and brown flavor which could pull one in. Just a quick greeting while joining her at the table, and they sat staring. Ezer felt as though a casual gaze into those eyes might last too long. The wolf pulled him gently to whisper in the mouse's ear.

Ezer nodded. They left for a private room, just down the hall.

Inside, the padded room has a very dim brightness, still in red and soft pink. The cushion seats along the wall in the same cheesy valentine color scheme. Both of their bodies mixed as soon as fur touched the red vinyl. Tongues darting in unison by the second flurry of kisses. The mouse shivered and dug his fingers in the dress from behind, below the shoulder blades. The wolf pawed and dug on Ezer's tender, shorter buttocks. Playing with him brought out soft squeaks, short whines vibrating through his chest. He felt her nipples through the dress while being pulled close by the attention on his rear.

Mieda asked a question. He said yes. The hardness between his thighs matched one under "her" dress. Without any surprise, the mouse reached under and played with a rising member. She broke away with a deep moaning. The wolf pushed him down by the shoulder, and Ezer complied by looking up and making a little more eye contact while slipping towards a twitching wolf cock.

Then, he took the long shaft against soft, kissing lips. Brushing. Up and down he went until the tip spurred on a wet drop. A jolt of excitement that the tease had this effect. Using his tongue to brush it away, Ezer wandered the length down the inside of his short mouth. A fervent tongue with quick and repetitive lashings compensated for so shallow a hole.

Thankfully, Mieda placed a comforting hand on the back of his head to caress. They went slow. Ezer moaned and throbbed, clenching the furry hips right beneath the skirt's end. The wolf slid with controlling thrusts. "Are you burning up from sucking my cock, my weak little mouse?" He groaned around the warm flesh "mhmm". "Let it sizzle and melt you..." Her words did so much more than that as Ezer lost all track of the words, the hot flesh sliding in, all the heated lust fading. Their sounds melding into the other like the way thoughts would melt, images burning up and red light seeming more firey. Evaporation and only just a vague understanding that words were said. The taste of cum, he enjoyed that through the haze. While being woke up, the mouse discovered who else orgasmed. "That felt good, didn't it?"

Ezer nodded, not very aware of the cum dripping off his chin and patting along the button up shirt. He meant to use words and only noticed the head nodding. And found that funny in some kind of sexy way. Mieda's voice took up all the mouse's attention, now.

"The trance has come to a conclusion, but first I will count you up to ten. With each number you will feel better, relaxed, and slowly coming out.. with One. A sense of accomplishment fills you. Two... relaxed, but more focused and somewhat aware. Of Three. Just sifting out from sleep. Four. Your body will regain feelings. Five. As you do, the need to stretch will feel too good. Six. To resist. And stretching into seven... Eight. Your eye lids loosen. Nine. More aware. And, Ten. Awake." Mieda snapped. "Much more alert and feeling better after that lengthy session of hypnosis."

Ezer smacked lips and tongue. The room was still dark. Vaguely, he recalled dreaming. It made out more like a fantasy, a naughty one. He straightened up in the chair and noticing the hardness fading, also the wet spot. A fiery blush flared up.

"I hope the session didn't jar you too much.."

He cleared his throat, "that helped. I think. Whatever it was. I, uh... only remember the theater thing. It was... like the car crash happening, again. And... it was strangely easy to watch."

She nodded. "It will help the subconscious recognize and make mundane events that it might perceive traumatic. The mind wants to categorize everything. Rationalize. With hypnosis, we could organize the stimuli and crack it, break it into more normalized events and pictures. You were wonderful, too. I got you to sleep and you just let me go through the whole session with no trouble."

"Thank you. It was really easy. Do others make it difficult?"

"The mind normally likes to heal. We might have untangled your troubles, but others do not simply want to trust. A very common thing. You are very trustful; again, I am very grateful and appreciative of your trust, Mr. Mighme."

Ezer stayed sitting. A while passed, and he finally stuttered out, "Oh, the hour is already up, huh?" Mieda smiled with humor.

"Yes, and we are about to bring this entire session to a close. Are you feeling well adjusted to a little more light?"

"Y-yeah, I think so." The wolf casually twisted the remote's dial. Ezer blinked, then staring at the therapist. One part wanted to ask her out, another realized that the therapy probably worked.

"I will be calling tomorrow. And you're expected to make a short drive. Then, I hope to hear back after. We can do this as often as you like."

"That doesn't sound so bad." His comment left the wolf smiling. "You can call me, Ezer, by the way. Or Ezz'y. Friends call me that." They both stood and shook hands.

"Then, I will call you tomorrow, Ezz'y. Be sure to get a good night's rest, and I hope this has been helpful."

"Most enjoyable, if anything..." he said, dreamily shaking her hand till the wolf grunted. The mouse reacted and shyly took his hand back. He left. The friend who drove was asking about the grin. Ezer told him, "really good therapy."

Mieda, after closing the door, poured a glass of honey whiskey over ice. The day was basically over. The wolf sipped and started to fondle the edge of the red skirt. The tucked back member, hidden below a very soft pair of white panties, bulged and vibrated along her taint's sensitive fur. It tickled the ass a little, too, when the tip flared. Cross dressing as a lady wolf for four years in this profession, sipping and wondering about the cute mouse taking to suggestions so adamantly. Turning "her" on, and she drank the glass clean before checking the schedule for tomorrow. Before going home. To tidy up, and think... about a mouse.