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The first thing you noticed about the marquee billboard was the fox's eyes. You could see them from a mile away practically. He definitely looked like a magician. Of course, there was probably some Photoshop work done to make them really pop. Seamus Silver most likely didn't have magical powers, though Empire City had seen a handful of those types of people. From what Lux had heard, Seamus Silver wasn't a mage; just a pretty classical magician. All about massive, epic illusions and dextrous misdirections. He'd been touring and performing for more than 20 years at this point, from a very young age. Everyone he'd asked about Silver's shows said they were mind-blowingly good.

The super-powered red panda was here for work, of course, but a bit of entertainment wouldn't go amiss, he figured. As he made his way closer to the Mayor's Theatre, he got a better look at those gleaming silver eyes, framing the tawny orange fur of the fox's smiling face. Again, Lux was assuming some touching up had been done, but he looked incredibly handsome. Would it be accurate to call him a silver fox, considering Silver was in his 40s? Lux wondered how he'd look on stage. He checked the ticket on his phone... unfortunately he wasn't quite up front.

Seamus Silver - The Changeling Tour_was broadcast in the flashing light marquee underneath the poster of his face. This was the final leg of the tour; at the end of this week of performances, Silver would be finished, and would likely head back to... where was he living? It was pretty obvious where he was _from, but someone as wealthy as him must have a fancy place to call home. The red panda idly wondered if he'd be in a celebratory mood after. Empire City was a good city to go out in, as long as there wasn't any unpleasantness with supervillains.

Or with superheroes like him, for that matter.

Lux had been comped this ticket, along with another superhero. Someone he hadn't met, actually. It was all very hush hush, but Lux had been asked to stake Seamus Silver out. There'd been some rumours circulating about the fox magician. Unsavoury ones. Like how he kept managing to pull off massive tours like this. No other solo magician was able to bring crowds like him, and big scale shows like this were great for laundering money. Not to mention he did seem to have a very loyal fanbase. Mind control was not ruled out as a trick up his sleeve. Lux could believe it, with eyes like those. The silvery locks of hair on his face and the whiskers on his muzzle also enhanced that effect. He could almost feel himself sinking in...

Anyway. The plan. He was going to rendezvous with his partner pre-show - they'd decided on the second-floor bar - to go over it with him. At the intermission, Lux would cloak the two of them and get them back stage. They probably weren't going to find anything majorly incriminating, of course; Silver wouldn't be that stupid. Rather, they wanted to find clues to where he was staying. Then tail him, break into his accommodation if needs be, and get out without him being the wiser. A clean espionage job. Lux had been asked to do a lot more of these lately, and to be honest, he kind of fucking loved it. As long as nothing went wrong or sabotaged it.

When he got upstairs and locked eyes with his partner, he felt a slight tinge of worry. The sort of _oh fuck, we're not gonna get along_kind of anxiety he sometimes got on a job like this. He had only heard of the Metal Mongrel at this point, only knowing he was a former juvenile delinquent who had just been snapped up into the Empire's Vigilante Scholarship scheme. He looked like the kind of guy Lux would normally avoid if he were in plainclothes. Wait, shit, he was. He'd gone through the effort of dressing up in a nice orange shirt and grey jeans. Whereas the large, grey furred wolf was wearing ripped jeans, a stud-adorned jacket and a black tee-shirt with some text emblazoned on it. Lux couldn't read it yet. Mongrel was exuding a 'don't fuck with me' aura, and the nervous panda bristled slightly as he approached. His red eyes met Lux's. He didn't smile.

As Lux approached, he saw it read "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN' FUCK". Which, admittedly, made him break into a smile as he glanced at it. He looked up. Mongrel didn't look amused. He didn't let it faze him. The wolf was much bigger than him, sure, but he was older, more confident. It would be fine. "Flint?" Lux offered his hand. They were in plainclothes, and had been briefed on each other's identities beforehand. He was expecting the wolf to at least be a little polite. He expected too much. Metal Mongrel rolled his eyes and sighed.. "We're gonna be formal about this, huh?" he said. "What, you want me to hug you or something?" Lux replied. Well... no, he didn't. He just let his hand drop and mumbled. "Sorry, force of habit." "Tch." Mongrel shrugged."Just wanna get to the good stuff. Tell me where we'll meet and I'll go take my seat." "Fine. Uh..." the red panda looked around and glanced towards the men's toilets. He couldn't see the entrance, but there seemed to be a long hallway with a few bends down that way.. "Okay. We'll slip out about 50 minutes in, meet near the bathrooms and I'll cloak us when we're out of sight. Then we'll get moving. That good?" "Cool." Mongrel brushed past him and headed in towards the auditorium. Lux exhaled. They wouldn't be sitting together, thank fuck. Didn't want to deal with that dude's aura for the whole show.

Lux took his seat, squeezing in next to a fairly large couple who were arguing rather quietly. He was worried they'd continue when the show kicked off, but thankfully, when the lights dimmed and a loud, bassy rumble filled the auditorium, they shut up. Lux sat back as a green light flooded the stage, the gorgeous vaudeville-style curtains unfolding to reveal a set laden with gorgeously designed angular props and structures. A maze of spiralling shapes, made of wrought iron, calling to mind Irish fairy forts, winding roads, pastures. He was playing up that angle it seemed. The low droning tones of uilleann pipes were the cherry on top though. He couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward a bit as smoke filled the stage, and the russet-coloured fox rose from beneath it, chin down, palms outstretched, eyes closed. Definitely a showman. And... he looked great. Emerald green drainpipe slacks and a matching pinstriped waistcoat - muted, not too tacky - and a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons opened, revealing a bit of his chest. His tie and belt buckle had a subtle Celtic spiral on them. His fur was still tinted orange, with some very subtle greying around his dark muzzle, slim and lean. And his eyes were just as piercing in person, even though he was about 20 feet away from where Lux was sitting. Yep. Fuck. He was gorgeous.

"Good evening," he purred into the microphone attached to his head. The sound was amplified, echoed through the vast hall. "You know who I am. You wouldn't have come here otherwise. You're here to learn. You're here to have your mind expanded. You're here... to be changed."

He looked up with a smile, and Lux could swear those eyes stared right at him. Right into his soul. He believed the hype in an instant.

Things went quite smoothly from there. Just before the end of the first act they slipped out, Lux cloaked them, and they slipped into Silver's dressing room. It was rather well kept, smelling of cologne. Several changes of outfits were in there, too.

There, on the table, was a tablet computer, left unlocked. "That's convenient," Lux mused as the two of them leaned over the screen. Some very threatening emails were left open. Ultimatums were mentioned. Threats of foreclosure and/or bodily harm were mentioned as well. It seemed Seamus Silver had some sponsors that hadn't been entirely savory.

It turned out the poor fox had a tendency to take out some large loans. And hadn't been paying them. His last email had a pleading tone to it. "I swear I'll have it for you tomorrow morning after the show. It'll be wired in right away." "It better:)" was the reply. The email's signature was for a perfectly legitimate, but extremely shady business. "Oh, those fucks," Metal Mongrel sighed. "I'm surprised someone like Silver's in with Zvoboda." "Zvoboda?" Lux asked. "He's a loan shark. He's a piece of shit. He takes advantages of poor people like Seamus. All you need to know." "Huh." Lux was okay with that. "Think we can convince him to forgive Seamus' debt?" "Yeah," Metal Mongrel grinned. "The poor guy deserves a break."

They decided to use Silver's changing room to change into their gear, since they were already there. Lux's street clothes felt a bit ripe and sweaty too, it'd be nice to wear something clean. They'd be quick, Seamus wouldn't even know they were there. Lux got into his black clothes, still going for a neutral look that easily blended in. Meanwhile, Metal Mongrel pulled off his street clothes. A red bodysuit was underneath it, and it hugged tightly to his muscular, youthful body. Lux tried not to look. But he heard a little growl from Metal Mongrel when the wolf got a view of the panda's purple briefs.

"Heh. Nice ass." Metal Mongrel chuckled. "We're on duty." Lux spat back, blushing. That shut him up for the time being. However, Lux didn't let that comment go unnoticed. He found himself glancing at Metal Mongrel every so often as he finished changing. A studded belt and black denim vest went on next. A black bandana with eyeholes cut out that covered the top of his head completed his look. With their suiting-up done, they quickly made their way out of the theatre and set off to Zvoboda's residence. Thanks to an earlier email in the chain, they knew exactly where he lived. A nice townhouse just outside the city. They'd sneak in, spook him, and Seamus would be cleared of his debt. Nice and easy.

"What are you DOING?" Lux hissed.

"Shhh-t," Metal Mongrel shot back. "We're gonna have to mix it up in a second, I'm making sure I can protect you, ya dipshit!" "FUCKING JUST WAIT FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS," Lux whispered acidically. But it was too late for that.

The two of them were still cloaked for the time being. But, huddled in the corner of a rather fancy domestic kitchen, having just evaded a tiger guard on patrol, they both knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. Metal Mongrel had his hands outstretched. There was a slight movement to the air, a strange tug. Lux could feel the change in his pockets pressing to his thighs, moving towards his hands. A kitchen drawer opened, and spoons, forks and knives slipped out, clattering into each other as they shot abruptly towards the wolf's hands. The soft metal bent and twisted around his fingers, fashioning themselves into thin, razor sharp blades on the tips. They would have glistened if any light were able to reach them, but Lux saw to it that that wouldn't happen. They were still cloaked.

But a shout of "the fuck was that?!" From the other room was a telltale sign that they attracted attention. Several rather heavy footsteps were making their way towards the door now. "Shit. Okay. Here we go." Lux exhaled. "Oh god." "We got this," Metal Mongrel said, patting the red panda rather roughly on the back. "Just keep em stunned, I'll take em out." "Maybe blunt those claws though. We don't kill." "Hey, hired goons are pussies most of the time. A bit of blood might make the rest of them give up..."

The door burst open. Two lean, muscular tigers peered in, guns drawn and cocked. A third lurked just behind them. They immediately saw the open kitchen drawer. "Where the fu-" Lux didn't give them time to finish that thought. All the two thugs in the room saw was a bright flash of searing light. They didn't see anything but white. Though they did feel the heavy smack of metal-clad fists against their faces, then the crack of their skulls bouncing off each other. That was enough to send them into unconsciousness. Then the third opened fire. From the moment the thug squeezed the trigger as the red panda looked on, adrenaline and dread mixed to make the red panda's perception of time slow to a crawl. Lux could see the flower of flame erupt from the muzzle. He saw Metal Mongrel put his fists up. He closed his eyes, he couldn't watch. He heard a loud clang, a pained roar. Then a slicing sound. Then a thud.

He opened his eyes again. Mongrel was up, the tiger was down. Unconscious, but with a rather nasty gash in his face. Mongrel, meanwhile, was growling. His right palm was over the back of his left paw. He inhaled and bit his lip, before pulling out the bullet embedded in his hand. Blood seeped from the wound. Lux hurried over, fishing in his backpack. Good thing he'd brought first aid with him.

"Don't worry about it," Metal Mongrel said. "It'll fuck with my powers. Thanks though." For the first time, he smiled. Not a malicious snarling one like he'd had a minute ago before they attacked, but a bit more genuine and friendly. Lux smiled back.

Turned out there weren't many guards left to deal with; most of them got the hint not to fuck with Metal Mongrel anyway. The wolf's intuitions were pretty spot on. And once they made it into Mr Zvoboda's bedroom, they found the weasel to be quite agreeable. Especially after Lux made the gun on his desk disappear before his eyes. "You fucks don't scare me!" Mr. Zvoboda spat at them, fumbling for his unseen weapon. "I run a legitimate - " "Okay okay. We just want you to cancel some debts." Lux took a step closer, as did Metal Mongrel. "Like fuck I'm gonna do that!" He shot back. "You come into my house and - " "And we'll tear you apart in a second." Mongrel growled. "Either way, Seamus Silver's getting released from his debt. One way or another."

"Probably a good idea to take the L and get away with your life intact," Lux added. "It's not worth it. Open a little shop somewhere. Get back to basics. Get out of the loan shark game."

It'd take a bit more convincing. But the two of them smelled his fear from the get-go. They weren't _actually_going to kill him of course. But Lux was quickly discovering how fun it could be to be intimidating. He was getting used to Metal Mongrel's style. Maybe they'd get to work together again once they reported back to the League's HQ. Lux would look forward to that.

In fact, they would end up working together a few more times. Eventually, they met in civilian clothes again. This time, not even using their superhero names. Lux was just going by Casey, Metal Mongrel by Flint. Their real names. Casey was talking a mile a minute, just due to nerves. He couldn't look Flint in the eye. "So I ended up falling into stage management, technical theatre stuff, it's good. It pays well. Less high profile too. And it's easier to work hours that suit, you know, the volunteering I do." "Mhm." Flint was staring at him, he felt so fucking awkward under that crimson gaze. Should he keep going? He'd keep going. "I mean, I always was a theater nerd, so I was used to being kind of out of sight. Which, again, helps the volunteer work." It was best to refer to superhero stuff as volunteering. It was enough obfuscation for any prying ears. God, he was worried he was making a fool of himself. He played with the cafe napkin unconsciously, ripping at it.

"Mm. Didn't have a drama club or anything in school. If you tried to do anything different, you got the crap kicked out of you. I know I did." Flint sighed. "I left when I was old enough to, never looked back. Just kept doing odd jobs. Bad ones." "Yeah, I guess, makes sense." "Not many people would wanna hire a dropout, especially one who looks like they could beat the crap outta you. Unless that's what you want them to do." "I mean, maybe not on the first date." Casey quipped, laughing a little too loudly. To his relief, Flint laughed too, a short, barking laugh. He couldn't stop looking at the red panda. Casey was fidgeting a lot.

"Y'ok?" "Yeah, I guess I'm just a little nervous. That kinda, you know, dance that comes with the first date, like how far it should go. I worry I'll say the wrong thing or be weird, or, like..."

Casey trailed off when he felt Flint's big, warm paw rest on one of his paws. He only had enough time to register that touch before the wolf kissed him. That warm, flat tongue slipping into his mouth. The taste of cigarette smoke on Flint's breath. The slight pressure as Flint leaned forward over the table. Casey felt the vague feeling of being watched. A faint sound. Laughter? Applause? he wasn't sure. He brushed it off as they broke the kiss.

"W-wow... that felt like bein' back in high school," Casey gasped. "N-not that I'd know what making out in high school was like, uh..." Flint was standing, his hands on the table, his face close to Casey's. "Well, that's what I wanted to do on the first date," Flint said. "And now I've done it. So you can chill out a little bit." "Or... we could keep making out?" Casey asked sheepishly, standing up from his table. Flint smiled. Not a malicious, snarling smile, but a genuine, friendly one. "Sure, I'm game. I'm not big on PDAs though. Let's go somewhere private." "I'd love that."

Casey could hear that applause very faintly again. And as they left their table in the cafe, he felt a rush of bliss, tranquillity, a pleasant vertigo. They looked at each other and smiled, woozy, drunk off the kiss perhaps. They bowed.

There was a bit of a crush of people around the stage door of the Mayor's Theatre. Lux glanced over to Metal Mongrel - he was not enjoying having his personal space invaded. Then again, neither was Lux. They tried to ignore the adoring cheers and whoops, the young men and women trying to wriggle past them. Things had been quiet for the whole week of Seamus Silver's run, since they dealt with his chief debtors. But there could still be trouble until he left town. The League had suggested that they stay on him as support; Crimson Claw had allowed them to slip in to work as bodyguards for the remainder of the run, escorting Seamus to and from his place of work. This was the last night, and they'd be seeing him off on his flight the following morning. They were used to dealing with the fans at this point, but still, it wasn't Lux's ideal job. Plus, there was a light sprinkling of rain that made Lux feel damp and disgusting... Still, he didn't mind getting to chat with Seamus Silver a little more, and he seemed to enjoy their company.

The door opened, the fans went wild, and Lux's ears rang with the sound of it. Metal Mongrel bristled too, about ready to attack, but Seamus brushed past them to sign the posters, t-shirts and books that were brandished in front of him. "Thank you very much, you're so kind, you're very good."

He glanced back at Metal Mongrel. "Last night, huh? I'm gonna miss seeing ya around, boys." "It'd be great to see you again," Metal Mongrel admitted. And was there a blush on his face? "I wouldn't forget a die-hard fan like you anyway." Seamus reached out to stroke Metal Mongrel's face, a gentle, intimate gesture.

Lux didn't find that strange in the slightest - it had turned out that Metal Mongrel had been a fan for a long time. In fact, before he went down the road of being a delinquent, he had wanted to be a magician. He was the magic kid in his school. Which Lux found adorably dorky. It turned out that Metal Mongrel was hoping to take this job for that specific reason. To be closer to his idol. And it seemed that Seamus was eating up this adulation.

Soon, they were on their way back to the hotel. They always hailed a random taxi, then let Seamus' gift of the gab entertain the driver as he brought him along. Archangela would have stopped by to do a sweep of the room, so they always left him in the hotel lobby. But tonight... well, they couldn't have left it there, could they?

"You boys want to come back up to mine for a drink or two?" Seamus offered with a smile. "I'll admit I'm not as hard a drinker as I used to be, but I don't have to be up too early in the morning." Lux and Metal Mongrel glanced at each other, a hint of tension. They hadn't gone any further after that awkward date, but being alone, with alcohol, with a handsome fox in the room... it felt as though time had slowed to a crawl for a moment. The bored hotel employees, the elevator door hovering open still, not moving. Something didn't feel right. Lux was about to say no, his nerves getting the better of him. But then Seamus spoke.

"Let me rephrase that. Would you boyslike to slip into the Blissful Mist?" Their response was immediate, easy, and relaxed. "Yes, Master," they intoned in unison, a smile coming to their face as their eyes glazed over. They stumbled along with him into the elevator. Seamus unbuttoned another button on his costume as he shrugged off his coat. Allowing Metal Mongrel to slip his hand inside to feel his chest, his stomach. Lux, meanwhile, was taking up the rear, burying his face in the fox's neck. Inhaling his cologne. Sinking deeper.

Time started to move again. The elevator doors closed, and they kissed, and kissed, and kissed all the way up to the top floor. The door opened with a soft ding, jostling the wolf and the red panda just enough to make them lucid. But still entranced, still hanging off Silver's every word.

"Come along, cubs," he said. "I've been looking forward to this all week."

Now, to make sense of all this, we need to rewind time a bit, back to the start of the show. Don't worry, you won't be confused for too long.

Lux could not have been more mortified.

What were the chances that he'd be called up? That the spotlight would almost instantly land on him, that the audience would applaud and cheer and cajole him into getting up on stage? He hoped he wouldn't be up on stage for the whole evening... unless it meant an easy backstage pass. As he walked up onto the stage, he tried to spot Metal Mongrel in the darkness. He couldn't. He looked back to Seamus Silver, who approached him, those silvery, golden, glittering eyes meeting his as he smiled. The fox took Lux's paw in his and shook it, pulling him in closer for a hug. He smelled nice. Like freshly cut grass, with a hint of hops, maybe? Something sweet in his aroma. He was then lead over to the chair that had been placed in the middle of the stage.

Lux couldn't get very comfortable as he sat in the black oak chair.. All those eyes looking at him. He felt tiny on that enormous stage. Hundreds of eyes looking at him. His impulse was to disappear, but that would be the worst thing to do now.

Silver's hand was on his shoulder. Lux looked up into his eyes again, warm, silvery orbs. He smiled. Lux's heart fluttered a little. "What's your name, young man?" "Casey," Lux murmured into a hand microphone that was handed to him. "Have you been hypnotized before?" "Yes." No need to say who or how hypnotized him. That was classified. Also embarrassing.

"Good, so you understand that you're totally safe, and nothing will happen to you against your will." "Yes, I do." "Great! Don't have to bore the rest of yis with that, then. Just put the microphone down please..."

Silver's hand rested on Lux paw and tugged his arm gently to the table. And just as he placed it down, a pocketwatch dangled in front of his face. It was pure gold, catching the stage lights and shining them, very gently, into Lux's eyes. A glittering pattern that instantly ensnared him. Lux was bent forward slightly, and the watch guided him back into an upright position. Fuck, he wasn't hypnotized already, he couldn't be...

Seamus Silver spoke.

"Now, Casey, just follow the watch back and forth. It's a simple task, you know how this works. And while you do that, I just want you to let my voice in. Focus on your breathing as your attention narrows down on the watch, and listen. The simplest task in the world."

Silver's hand remained perfectly still, the chain pinched gently between his finger and his thumb. The smooth gold watch dangled from side to side, a constant, pacy metronome. It was simple to keep up. Seamus had asked him to follow the watch, and he could do that. Besides, the way it caught the light just begged him to follow it. He had to keep following it. His lips had parted, his jaw hung open. When had that happened? His eyelids fluttered, and a little confused croak escaped his throat. He'd gone under hypnosis many times before, plenty of villains with mind control powers. But nothing felt quite as strangely tranquil, as blissful as this. It got tougher to keep up, to follow the watch... he couldn't quite concentrate on what the fox was saying to him. The tones sounded lovely though...

"I'm going to count from three, down to one, and on one, you'll sleep." The watch slowed. The light hitting his eyes slowed. The world slowed. He could feel his breath leaving his body as he exhaled. He felt strangely light. His eyelids were closing, and he brought them open again. He wasn't sleepy. He had to keep following the watch, the nice man had told him to. The nice man was still telling him to follow the watch. Side to side. Watching it swing. Falling deeper into its curves and contours. Feeling himself fall forward, his whole body leaning in as though his mind were being sucked into the watch-

"One."snap

Nothing but tranquil bliss then. He fell asleep in an instant, his head resting on his chest. "Fast asleep, now, falling deeper, the deeper you go, the better you feel, that's it...

Then the fox's lips right next to his ear. His silvery breath curling around his mind. Time stopped. Nothing else moved. Just his lips. His paws. Exploring the panda's relaxed body. "Do you feel good, Casey?" "Yes..." Lux murmured.

"I can see that." Silver's palm rested on Casey's crotch, fondling at his half-erect cock. "Don't worry, the audience won't. They're frozen solid at the minute. It's time for us to talk a little. And for you to fall even deeper. Would you like that, Casey?" "I-" "Yes, you would." "Yes, I would..."

"You've been deeply hypnotized, Casey, and you love how that feels. And by extension, how might you feel towards someone who gives you those sensations?" Casey gasped as his cock was stroked. Very slowly, a feather-soft touch. "Love...?" Lux croaked. "Yes, good cub." "C-cub?" "Are you comfortable with me calling you Cub?" "Y...yes..." the Cub admitted more openly, smiling with delight. "Thank you, Cub. Now-" "You're welcome..." Seamus chuckled, his other hand massaging Lux's shoulder, his neck. "No need to talk for a little while, Lux. And yes, I know who you are. I just have some things I'd like to discuss with you back stage. I'll have a little break in a moment. Some technical issues. I'll need you and Flint to go do a little bit of work for me." "A little bit of work...?" the red panda cub cooed curiously. "You're here to observe me, I knew that already. To see what shady dealings I've got going on. Hard luck that one of the people they sent is already one of my cubs. But it'll will work out better this way. Trust me." "yes..." "Yes, what?" fingers under Casey's chin tilted them up, staring into silver and gold rings of color, his eyes glittering, dancing, even more beautifully than the watch. Hypnotizing him even more profoundly than before. The red panda gasped with almost orgasmic pleasure, the bliss that coursed through his veins making him cry out, making his cock jump and dribble pre... and in that intense bliss, the answer came to him. "Yes Master..." "Good cub. Now just sleep for me again, there's a good cub."

A soft hand slid along the back of his neck, tracing a slow spiral. Lux chirped a little with contentment, left in such a blissful, foggy state of mind. The hand remained there even as time restarted, and Master picked his next audience member. " and now I'll ask for a second volunteer, please." And it was Metal Mong - no, Flint who stepped on stage. It was his smoky, muscular body that leaned against his as the both of them fell into a deep trance together. Casey sank deeper to the sound of Flint's breathing. Casey could vaguely hear music, he could hear the cadences and tones of Master's voice. But not much more than that. He slept.

Snap.

Casey and Flint sat upright, their faces blank and relaxed, their eyes pulsing with rings of silver and gold. They were still on stage, but a sea of frozen people was before them now. It was deathly quiet. "Now." Seamus turned to face them, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. He moved to Flint. "First things first..." The fox kissed the young wolf, his tongue slipping into the young delinquent's mouth. The wolf stiffened, his toes curling. Casey didn't feel the slightest pang of shock, or jealousy. He simply watched. Eventually, Seamus pulled away, satisfied, leaving a little dribble of drool to slide down Flint's muzzle. "Mmwah! Now. You've wanted that a while, haven't you hon?" "Yes, Master..." Flint murmured.

"He's my plant," Seamus said to Casey with a mischievous glint in his eye. A hypnotic one as well. Casey gasped as he stared into the rippling rings of yellow and silver, pulling him in as he leaned forward in his chair. "I bet you'd be making a similar expression if you weren't hypnotized."

"Uh...?" Casey croaked, confused. A hand slid under his chin, keeping him looking into those gorgeous, magical eyes.

"Don't worry about that for the time being, though." The fingers stroked along the red panda's chin and neck. His eyes fluttered and spiralled faster. He leaned forward as Seamus stooped down to kiss his mouth. Just a brief, tentative touch, to see if he'd enjoy it. The soft lilt of Casey's moan said 'yes'. Seamus chuckled with delight, and took a few steps back. Surveying the two boys, glued to their seats, leaning forward to get a better look at him.

"You're both a little bit aroused, aren't you?" he asked. "More than a little bit in fact. You've both been trained to enjoy this sensation. Flint by me, Casey by whoever you might've come across. They don't hold a candle to me, though, do they?" "No, Master," Casey responded, trying to keep his eyes on Seamus', leaning so far forward in his seat. "That's right, you love this. You love this feeling of bliss, of mindlessness. No need to think, just letting me handle that job. All those worries and cares vanishing into a fine mist. No anxieties. No boundaries. It all dissolves into a blissful mist.. Can you see it?" As the two boys stared, they felt something seep out of their eyes, their nose, their open mouths.. A fine mist, little tendrils of gold and silver curling outwards and expanding. The glittering vapours enveloped the stage, shimmering, curling around them, enveloping the helplessly hypnotized heroes in their embrace. "And as this silvery, golden mist swirls around you, you can feel it seep into your mind again. Those worries, those thoughts, distilled, repurposed into something pleasant to you. Changed into something that you can use to calm yourself. Losing all your worries in the Blissful Mist. Losing yourself in the Blissful Mist. Sinking into trance, in the Blissful Mist. What surrounds you?" "Blissful Mist," Flint murmured instantly. Casey tried to keep up, nowhere near as practiced in obedience as he'd like to be. "Good, cubs. And what's making you feel so good, so relaxed?" the eyes pulsed. Casey was about to say that the eyes were doing it. But then he spoke in time with Flint. "Blissful Mist," they said.

"Good, cubs. And what words will help drop you back into this wonderful, soothing state?" "Blissful Mist." "Good. Now, repeat this for a couple of minutes, quietly to yourselves. Let it engrave itself in your mind. Can you do that for me?" "Yes, Master," they murmured in response.

"Good. Now... I'll be with you both in just a moment."

With a percussive_snap_, time started again. Flint and Casey could hear him continue with his act. They couldn't pick out the cadences of his voice, but it sounded so lovely, so good... their mouths were open, their eyes still pouring out that mist, to the ecstatic delight of the audience. The only thing on their mind, however, was the command they had been given. The phrase that was being engraved in their minds once again.

Blissful Mist.

Blissful Mist.

Blissful Mist.

Snap.

The two sat bolt upright straight away. Time had frozen around them once again, and Seamus Silver had turned to face them. His eyes were no longer spiralling, back to their normal silvery lustre. But they still couldn't help but look at him. Wait for their next command. "You look like you need to let off some steam, don't you?"

Flint bucked and groaned, pre-ing in his pants, his body primed for climax. Casey's eyes fluttered, his lips curled into an involuntary smile. "You've been chanting your mantra, feeling the pleasure build and build, and you need some release so desperately, don't you? In front of all these nice people... you can't help it. You need to masturbate, boys. So please, be my guest." "Yes, Master," they chorused as they fished out their cocks. Already a little slick with pre, their dicks were throbbing needily. The swirling, glittering, Blissful Mist crept into their nose, slipped back out through their mouth, endlessly circulating and deepening their bliss. Their hips bucked into their wrists, their mouths hanging wide open in a soundless groan of bliss. Casey's eyes rolled up into his head. Flint's breaths were short, sharp and needful. "You're getting close, aren't you. Close to cumming on stage. To letting out that tension, letting just a little bit more of that Blissful Mist in. And when you do... you'll be ready to listen. Ready to obey. Lost in the mist, found in my spell. Forever, and ever, as long as you desire it..." He could see they were on the edge, so close to climax. Flint's cock spurted little arcs of clear precum, and he whimpered like a puppy. Casey's mouth was wide, his pupils no longer visible as his legs spread wide, as though he were offering his tailhole to him... Perhaps he'd take him up on that later, Seamus noted. But for now...

He snapped his fingers. "Cum. Cum for me."

Flint let out a pitiful cry of pleasure as his orgasm hit, whimpering and moaning loudly as it spurted and erupted. One long, thick arc of ropy cum that almost reached the edge of the stage. Then another, slightly shorter. Then one that simply dribbled down along his fingers as he pumped and moaned. Casey, however, wasn't quite finished. Something holding him back. He wanted to cum, though, he did so desperately... "S-sorry Master.." he moaned.

"It's all right, Casey. It's okay if you can't come for me yet. You'll be able to soon..." Another snap. And another. And another. Each one making Casey mewl with needful desire, bringing him even more tantalizingly close to the edge... but still nothing.

"What's wrong, cub? Are you okay?" Silver's fingers stroked Casey's chin again, and the spirals made Casey twitch and shudder with pleasure. "H.... had a mental orgasm, Master..." Casey moaned, legs still spread. "C-can't cum though.... Hypnosis feels good..."

"I'm glad, cub." "D-don't need to cum..." "Are you sure?" he seemed concerned. "I'd like to make you feel good, cub." "I a-already do, Master..." Casey gasped in response, bathed in the light of those eyes. "Only if you're sure." a kiss on the forehead, a snap of the fingers, and the two of them were dressing slowly, woozily. Casey's underwear was sopping wet with precum, and both of them had a rather ripe scent of arousal off them now. Still deep. Flint was perhaps deeper than the wah at this point, but the two of them were in such a blissful state they hardly felt like comparing or competing over who was more relaxed. They simply listened to Silver.

Flint felt a tight strap wrap around his neck, pulled taut. Casey too, only his was softer, silkier. The fox had removed his belt - he didn't need to wear it, it was only for show - and his tie, and had wrapped them around their necks. Holding the other end of his belt and his tie in his paws, tugging them taut, he looked down at his two thralls. Giving them another burst of hypnotic power, making them shudder and drool so blissfully...

"Now then. We were discussing a job. Up, please, and follow me."

The boys felt the tug of their leashes, the pulse of their cocks. They followed, that hazy trance still lingering in their minds. Every so often, he'd pause to give their crotch a fondle, or to kiss them again. He was in no hurry. He had two woozy superpowered boys, and time on his side.

Seamus Silver had spent his time as a mage perfecting two arts in particular; Hypnotism and Chronomancy. He was careful with the latter power. Keeping it to non-descript things like stopping time, dilating a moment, the kind of things that made his illusions watertight. It also allowed him to play with anyone who took his fancy, in front of a live audience without any of them being the wiser. That gave him a particularly special thrill, having an audience of unaware voyeurs. They wouldn't remember a thing, of course, no chance of them being exposed to something they'd rather not see. It was just for his own gratification.

But having the two of them backstage seemed like a more enjoyable prospect. Taking them into his dressing room, he guided them to the right 'clues'. Telling them about the people he owed debts to.

"That's convenient," Lux mused as he stared at the screen of the tablet. Only he wasn't staring at the tablet, he was following the gentle sway of the pendant back and forth, a couple inches away from his muzzle. On the other side of the pendant was Metal Mongrel, following the same arc, their eyes swirling slowly. Silver's free paw stroked Lux's chin, rubbed Mongrel's cheeks. Massaaging them, keeping them focused as he narrated the next steps of their journey." "Next, you'll see an email from my debtor, Casey. And Flint, you'll recognize them, of course. Casey, Flint made some bad decisions before I met him. That's all you need to know. Of course, you won't remember me telling you this." "Yes..." Casey murmured.

Seamus dictated the emails to the two of them. Flint piped up with "Oh, those fucks," and continued to speak, easily slipping into his part. This was going far better than Silver had hoped

He'd tried to hypnotise Zvoboda into forgiving his debt, but could never get him alone, and didn't want to risk getting injured. So having these two talented boys do his dirty work seemed like a much safer bet. Once they knew where they were going, he removed the pendant from their sight, and snapped his fingers. "And sleep, deep, still feeling so good, still feeling so deeply relaxed, so deeply hypnotized..." They fell deeper into trance, their eyes fluttering closed. Silver untied their leashes, and snapped his fingers once more. "Now, get into your uniforms." He watched them undress, delighting in the curves of their bodies. The red panda's soft body, the wolf's more muscular tones. Both of them so young, so healthy and handsome. He couldn't help but fondle himself a little as he watched them take their time changing. They had all the time in the world, of course.

"And as soon as you're finished, you'll come back for the second half of the show. I've a reward in mind for you two cubs."

"Sure thing, Master," the wolf said, cracking his knuckles. "We'll do our best for you!" the red panda added.

The moment they left the theatre, their new memories set in almost instantly. Seamus took his time getting back to the stage, to get time rolling once again. He always relished this moment. To the audience, it would appear as though his two assistants had just winked out of existence. That always drew a few gasps, a few whoops, and then that electric ripple of applause. "Casey and Flint are gone," he'd say. "They've been sent to the land of the fairies. We might see them again later. Or maybe... their changelings."

That was the theme of this show, wasn't it? He'd have to figure out a similar gimmick for the next few nights. But there'd be plenty of time for that.

By the time he reached the intermission, the two boys were waiting for him back in his dressing room. Standing to attention, waiting for another command. Not rigid, like robots, but relaxed and open to more commands. Easy smiles played on their faces, their eyes unfocused. The fox motioned for them to remove their clothing once more, and they did so. The scent of sweat, of musk, met his nostrils, and he growled with delight. "That's good," he chuckled. "You two boys worked up a lather, did ye?" "Mhm.." came Casey's woozy response, just as he wiggled off his briefs. "That's good. And he won't be bothering me anymore, will he?" "No sir," Flint murmured. "We scared the crap outta him..."

Silver noticed the wounds in Flint's knuckles. "Oh god," he choked, his expression suddenly panicked. "Are you all right? Have you been hurt anywhere else?" "No, I'm fine," Flint murmured. "Just a near miss, Master." "Are you sure?" Silver asked. Were Casey not deep in the same Blissful Mist, he might have found it surprising how much he seemed to care about his thralls. But that thought never crossed his mind. Silver's paw stroked the panda's cheek, and he pressed into it with a little gasp of delight. "You'll be all right to come back on for part 2 of the show?" "Absolutely," Casey murmured. "What will we need to do...?" "Just relax, and enjoy it." Silver replied. "I'll make it very easy for you, don't worry."

Casey and Flint sat on stage. Blank for the moment, their chins resting on their chests, their intense arousal and need to submit gone. They heard Master's voice speaking to the crowd, and also speaking to them.

"In a moment, the scene will be set. A beautiful cafe, a nice summery day. And these two will be on a lovely little date. They've never met before tonight, but this date will leave them changed. We're going to witness the birth of a new relationship right here on stage. We'll let it play out, let them reveal themselves to each other. Casey... you want to look Flint in the eye, but you can't. You're afraid of staring for too long. But you want to open up to him. Flint... you want to touch Casey, but you're afraid to. You want to find out more about him." "Yes..." the two intoned softly.

"Forget my commands, and..." he snapped his fingers. "Begin."

Casey's eyes met Flint's, and he instantly felt completely caught off guard. He laughed a bit too loudly for his own liking and then looked away. "So... you ever been here before?" Flint fidgeted slightly, playing with his paws in his lap. Very subtly restless. "No, I don't go for fancy places like this normally. It's too, uh..." "Preppy? Clean?" "Yeah, one of those."

Their date continued, the two of them not realizing they had an excited audience watching them, laughing and cooing at their every word, at their every little fidget. Because they knew exactly what was going on inside their heads. Because Seamus Silver had told them.

When they kissed, the audience erupted into applause. As they exited the cafe in their mind's eye, a snap of Silver's fingers dropped them back into the theatre, back into a deliciously blank state of mind.

Another snap of his fingers, and the two of them were wide awake, befuddled, staring out at a sea of applauding faces. Flint and Casey glanced at each other briefly, shock in their eyes. A bashful, or perhaps terrified smile spread along Casey's face before they headed to their seats quickly, not making any more eye contact until they met up after the show.

More specifically, when they met up outside the door to Silver's dressing room. Casey wasn't sure what to say to Flint. There was something between them now. A magnetism of some kind. An electric impulse. He kept meeting Flint's eyes and glancing away. Or Flint met his eyes and looked away himself. They gave each other a fairly wide berth - Casey let Flint knock on the door.

"Come in, boys!"

Their legs moved without their bidding, their will already evaporating into the Blissful Mist once again.

///////////////

Now, back to where we were.

"Come along, cubs," Seamus Silver cooed. "I've been looking forward to this all week."

Casey and Flint slipped out of their clothes quickly, the slight scent of their sweat and musk filling the room. They'd been working hard, it seemed. Silver inhaled them both, pulled them close. He kissed their mouths, their necks. His paws never left their bodies, massaging them and helping them get dressed down to their underwear. One paw slid under the waistband of the ringtail's briefs to fondle his soft rump. The other pulled aside the cloth of Flint's jockstrap, letting the wolf boy's cock flop out.

The two thralls buried themselves in Silver's neck, and he tilted his head back, letting out a low growl of delight. And as they pressed to him and pushed him back, he found himself losing his balance and lurching to the floor, those two boys right on top of him. He squirmed underneath them, against the lacquered floor. He gasped, opening his mouth to command them to stop. But as they tore at his clothes and clung to him, it struck the old fox just how tired he was. And how he didn't need to be in control all the time. Why not let these two lose the run of themselves, let them enjoy his body?

He tugged down their underwear. Casey nudged Flint aside, his thighs straddling the fox's waist. His rump pressing into the bulge in his pants. Silver smiled at him, his icy blue eyes providing a nice focal point for the boy to stare at as he ground his rump into his Master's thighs. He wasn't hypnotizing Casey; he hardly needed to at this point, not when he was so eager, so willing.

Flint stood to his feet slowly, his cock tracing against Casey's cheek. The panda slowly, easily turned his head and opened his mouth. It slid in effortlessly. The panda spread his thighs more, his engorged cock dribbling pre. Trying to ensure that Master had the best view he could get. One paw resting on the fox's stomach, the other trying to pull his pants down, even as he was distracted by the throbbing, musky meat in his mouth.

Seamus Silver's lips were parted as he gazed at his two thralls; perhaps enthralled in his own right. Their passion, their pleasure, was absolutely delectable to behold. Each thrust of that throbbing shaft into the panda's mouth, each gyration of the wolf's hips as Casey slipped a finger between Flint's cheeks. The heavy breathing. The soft, almost pained moans. His own cock, pressing to the ringtail's tight, needy tailhole. The pressure, the tension, the shudder as he slid inside. The muffled moan around Flint's cock. The soft curses the punky wolf croaked out as his paws rested on Casey's head. Casey's cock going flaccid as he focused purely on bottoming, on giving pleasure. There was no worry that he wasn't enjoying this; the woozy wah was in heaven. And so was the wolf. Deep in that Blissful Mist.

"I've reserved the room for tonight as well, so the two of you can spend another night here, if it suits you."

Seamus Silver was packing the last of his bags, and had left them by the door. Casey was fast asleep, snoring quite loudly. Flint was groggy, and seemed to be a little annoyed by the consistent rattle of Casey's throat. "Yeah, maybe..." Flint turned Casey back onto his side, quieting his snoring. Until he'd roll back over again. "I dunno if I could get outta bed just yet, my legs feel like jelly." "Well, I did work you both rather hard, didn't I?" Silver's voice adopted that low, sultry tone that even now reminded Flint of the night of bliss they'd had. The whole week, in fact. "You deserve a break, you two. And payment in full." "Nice."

Silver walked over to the side of the king sized bed, and kissed Flint on the lips one last time. That tough facade the wolf had melted away for a moment, and he sank into the kiss, wishing it could last for longer. After him, Silver laid a kiss on Casey's cheek. He stirred, but didn't wake. "I'll see you cubs around. Be good for me, won't you?" "...yes Master." Flint felt weird saying that in his right mind, and he could hold back a bashful smile as soon as the word escaped his muzzle.

And then Silver was gone. Leaving Flint in the silence of the bedroom, save for the sound of Casey's breathing. He let his hand rest on the stocky wah's hip, stroking along the curvature as he looked down at his sleeping face. He did feel some affection, some attraction towards him. But how much of that was due to the hypnosis? It was hard to see.

Only one way to find out, but that could wait until Casey was back in the world in the living. For now, another nap would do. He wrapped himself around Casey's sleeping body, feeling and hearing the wah sigh and press back against him. Warm. Soft. A little smelly. But comforting. He buried his face into the back of Casey's neck, closed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh. As he started to nod off, he felt Casey's tail lazily wrap around him. The action felt... quite natural, actually. As though they'd been doing this for months. Flint felt a wave of comfort settle over him gently, like the sheets that covered them both. And it wasn't long before sleep took him away again.