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"Wake up."

It took the rabbit a few seconds to open his eyes as he tried to adjust himself to the blinding lights all around him. His head felt all fuzzy and heavy, as if he had just woken up from an incomplete sleep cycle. There was something strange about his thoughts, but he was too disoriented to think about that now. Besides, the commanding voice that echoed in the silent room pushed those thoughts aside quickly.

"Welcome back, little rabbit."

He blinked a few times, still trying to process what was going on. Back? Back where? The rabbit looked around with tired eyes to find he was standing on a stage, in front of an expectant crowd. All eyes were on him, and the blinding lights he'd seen right as he'd woken up from his slumber were actually spotlights that made his white fur gleam on the dimly lit room. However, none of that felt unnatural.

Quite on the contrary, the rabbit had never felt calmer in his life. Not that he was completely sure at that moment what his life had been, though.

"Here, boy," the voice beckoned.

He turned towards the sound and felt a weird, tingling sensation go down his spine. A tall, broad-shouldered naga stood on the back of the stage, looking at him with an amused smirk. His dark green scales glistened with the light from above as he slithered a bit towards the rabbit, his thick tail quickly following in wide, scaly waves. His orange eyes almost seemed to glow in the distance, and looking straight at them made that tingling sensation grow stronger.

Still, the rabbit walked towards him as suggested. Not because he felt compelled to, but because there wasn't any reason not to do it.

There was a part of his mind that was positive he'd seen him before, somewhere, and other that could have sworn it was the first time he'd ever seen a naga in his entire life. The fight of those two left him with a strange dèja vu feeling and just as confused as he was before.

The naga placed a hand on his shoulder and made him turn to the audience again. They remained silent, staring at him in awe almost as if he was some kind of spectacle.

"What issss your name, boy?" the reptile asked, patting his shoulder gently. Even though he was really close to him and the rabbit could feel the cold caress of his scales against the fur in his waist, it all felt natural.

He still had to think about that question for a few seconds, though.

"I... I don't know," he answered, blinking slowly. There were a few whispers in the crowd.

"Are you naked right now, hmmm?"

"No." The rabbit's answer was almost immediate, automatic. He didn't even need to consider the answer or check to know. Of course he wasn't naked.

"Aren't thosssse your clothessss over there?"

The naga pointed to a pile of clothes near the edge of the stage. They were close to where the rabbit had woken up just a few seconds ago.

"No they aren't," the rabbit said, without thinking about it too much.

"Whosssse are thosssse, then?"

A few people in the audience started laughing a bit, but they soon hushed when the naga gave them a warning look. The rabbit, however, shrugged as if the last question wasn't important at all. He wasn't naked, so why should he care someone had left their clothes in the middle of the stage?

The naga slowly moved around him, his coils naturally encircling the smaller rabbit.

"Forget about them now... Do you remember how you got here, little rabbit?"

That might have seemed a weird question any other time, but for some reason he found it absolutely normal. He had to think for a few seconds before an answer came to his mind.

"I... got out of work. I was exhausted because it had been a long, rough day. I came across this show as I was walking home and I decided to walk in just to see what it was like. Then, when you asked for volunteers, I raised my paw. I was curious to see what it felt like."

Memories came back to the rabbit's mind as he pronounced these sentences. When he mentioned how exhausted he'd felt during the whole day, he could feel his sore back and heavy muscles, a headache and the need to get off work as soon as possible. When he mentioned that he'd come across the show on street, he could easily picture in his mind the silver, purple poster full of intricate symbols and mystic motifs that he'd spotted on the wall as he went back home. He could easily recall the nervousness that he'd felt when he had raised his paw, waiting to be chosen and wondering if he was just making a fool of himself.

The rabbit was so absorbed in those memories that he could barely hear the audience muttering behind the naga.

"I ssssee," the reptile hissed, still with that smirk on his face. "Funny thing issss, I thought you'd come here with ssssome friendssss... After a birthday party. One of them wassss particularly interessssted in hypnossssissss. They assssked you to get on sssstage assss ssssoon assss I assssked for a volunteer. But I guessss that'ssss not correct, issss it?"

"It is," the rabbit confirmed, frowning.

It was funny indeed. How could he have forgotten that? As the naga spoke in front of him, he could remember his friends practically begging him to volunteer, almost pulling his paw up so that he'd get chosen.

"Sssso what did actually happen, hmmm?"

"I don't know," the rabbit answered, shrugging. He had the feeling he should have been more worried about not being sure how he'd ended up there, but he simply couldn't. Why would he? Nothing was wrong. In fact, he'd never felt more perfectly calm in his entire life.

The naga was circling around him slowly, the space between his coils getting narrower. The rabbit stepped back and felt the touch of those cold, smooth scales against the fur of his neck. In a matter of seconds, the reptile's coils barely allowed him to take a step forward, let alone escape from him.

Still, everything was fine.

"It sssseemsss you've forgotten how you came here, little rabbit," the naga said, his big, triangle head getting closer to his volunteer. "And you've alsssso forgotten who you are. Issss there anything you remember or know at thissss point?"

The rabbit blinked a few times as the naga's face loomed above him, slowly making the distance between the two of them smaller. He noticed then that he hadn't been wrong a few seconds before when he had thought his eyes appeared to glow in the darkness. They were glowing now, too.

"I... I..." he muttered, trying to find the smallest piece of knowledge. A memory, a fact. Anything.

It seemed as if his mind had been emptied of everything he could possibly know or remember. No matter how hard he tried, he didn't seem to get any response from his brain. Almost as if someone had taken all of that out his head. But finally, after trying for so long, he found a little thing he thought he knew.

"I've been hypnotized," he said out loud, his gaze never leaving the naga's orange eyes, which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Yessss indeed," the reptile hissed. "You have been hypnotissssed, little rabbit."

And suddenly, those big orange eyes seemed to burst into an ocean of spirals, all circling out and drawing him in, deeper and deeper. The rabbit let out a soft moan as he felt his body growing heavier all of a sudden and lost his trail of thought almost immediately. His arms dropped to his sides as his eyes went wide, the naga's coils closing around his body soon and preventing him from dropping to the floor.

Not that he could feel any of that, anyway. The spirals were the only thing left in his range of vision and there was no way he could escape them. They kept him trapped with their beautiful magnetism; just as trapped as the coils tightening around his body. The tingling sensation he'd felt just by looking at the naga had grown so intense that all his body seemed to be sinking into warm sand now. Soon, he could feel his mind melting like wax under the mesmerizing light, all thoughts vanishing in pure bliss as his head emptied even more if possible.

Then, when all he could feel was the mindless relaxation and blank happiness the spirals promised, a word plunged him into a dark, deep abyss.

"Ssssleep..."

It took him a long time to wake up after that. He could feel himself drifting, floating in the nice, safe darkness for what seemed to be days. No one forced him to move upwards, no one commanded him to wake, and us such he just kept wandering in that comfortable state until his awareness came back to him again and he reached the surface by chance. Then, he naturally opened his eyes and took a look around.

He was still in that room, but someone had sat him (or made him sit) on the first row of seats, right in front of the stage. Apart from him, no one seemed to be there. The audience had probably left already.

The rabbit had to wait for a few seconds until his mind got used to thinking again, and he rubbed his eyes with a long yawn. It was then when he heard a few noises coming from the backstage and he perked up his ears, a bit startled. The naga appeared then, carrying a briefcase and walking towards the stairs that descended from the stage. The rabbit followed him with his eyes until he seemed to notice him.

"Oh. I see you woke up already," the hypnotist said, with a friendly grin.

"Mhm," was all the rabbit could answer. "Would you... would you mind telling me what time it is?"

"Eight o'clock," the naga answered, after a quick glance at his wristwatch. Knowing what he knew now about him, the rabbit would have expected him to use a pocket watch or something of the sort.

In any case, the reptile didn't look anything like the one he'd seen on stage. He'd changed clothes and instead of looking like a mystical, intimidating hypnotist he now looked rather casual. His scales, which had been glistening on scale, were now of a dark, yet beautiful green. He even seemed to be shorter.

"I left you to wake up on your own," he explained, placing the briefcase on one of the empty seats. "You seemed to be having a good time, so I thought it'd be nice to let you drift for a while."

"It was," the rabbit admitted. He could still remember that tingling sensation, like a ghost feeling.

"Do you remember your name now?" the naga asked, looking at him with an amused smirk.

"Yeah, of course. It's Terry," the rabbit answered, smiling a bit too. "It's funny how easily I seemed to forget that back there!"

"Well, that's what this show was about," the hypnotist said, shrugging. "I bet you've already remembered why you came here in the first place, right? No need to be shy, by the way. You already admitted it in front of the whole audience."

Terry tried to think about it for a few seconds, and then kind of remembered it as he vocalized the answer.

"Oh. Right. I..." He couldn't help but blush a bit. "I said I had always wanted to be in an adult hypnosis show because it's been a rather strong fetish of mine for a while. Did I... did I really admit that? God..."

The naga chuckled.

"Of course you did! And you weren't hypnotized back then, you know. The thing is, most of the people in this room were here for a similar reason. I bet most of them were jealous at how easily you dropped into trance. No need to worry, my friend."

Terry chuckled a bit too, still embarrassed. He could recall how easily the naga had made him believe he had come there for a completely different reason, then another, as if he could change his memories just like that, with a snap of his fingers. That was a hot perspective, he thought to himself.

Still, it was nice to know his real memories had come back to his mind. Unless...

"So, if you're interested in this stuff, maybe you should call me sometime," the naga said then, interrupting his thoughts. "Between show and show, I can give you some personal attention... That is, if you want, of course."

"Uh... I'm afraid I don't have your number..." Terry answered, with a sheepish grin.

"Yes, you do. Deep in your mind," the hypnotist assured him, looking straight into his eyes. The rabbit shivered a bit, as the tingling sensation began to take over his body again. "I made sure that you got it memorized when you were so adorably entranced, boy."

Terry opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, too flustered to say a word. The naga kept his orange gaze fixed on him for a few seconds, then broke visual contact and chuckled again.

"It's one of the perks of being able to play with your mind," he said, casually.

"Sounds... useful," the rabbit said, relaxing a bit and letting a long sigh out. Now that the naga's eyes weren't staring at him, the tingling sensation all over his body faded away slowly. On one hand he felt relieved; on the other, he would have loved it to get even more intense.

"Mhm. Make sure you call me then if you want," the naga said, with a wink of an eye. Then, he picked his briefcase and headed for the exit.

It was then when the rabbit noticed something strange.

"Wait!" he said, making the naga turn back to him. "You... uh... speak differently now than when you were up there..."

"Oh, the ssss thing?" the reptile asked, with a grin. "Well, it was a show, you know. And people definitely love that imagery. I have to give them what they want."

"I see," Terry answered. He felt slightly disappointed though. He kind of liked that hissing sound.

The naga waved goodbye and left the hall. Terry still stood there for a few seconds, trying to process all that had happened. There were still a few holes in his memories, but he had the feeling that it would either come back to him or be best forgotten. He couldn't say he didn't find the idea of forgetting hot, though.

For someone like him, who had been looking forward to being hypnotized for so long, that kind of experience had been like a blessing. Not only that, but that naga was definitely a handsome one. And he was more than ready to put him in trance again if he asked! All that kept him from that was a simple phone call.

I can't believe how lucky I am, Terry thought, as he left the hall with a smile on his face.