Hypnovember Day 5: Visor
#4 of Hypnovember 2020
Jel goes shopping.
Jel was shopping, looking around at all the various items that were on sale. He was at a remote gift shop in the middle of nowhere, one of those "last chance" stores. Pretty much everything was here. Presumably for those going on road trips and needed a cheap collection of snacks for the ride. The dragon was just here to look, mostly, and see if he might have forgotten something himself.
There were quite a few sunglasses on display. Two display stands, actually, which was one more than these shops usually had. And there were a lot of just one kind of sunglasses, rather than the usual assortment of crappy ones. These were thick rimmed and thick glassed, with lenses dark enough that you couldn't see through looking from the outside.
He grabbed one, inspecting it. Some of them had straps attached, others did not. It didn't look particularly comfortable for a snout to wear, but since they had so many of them it must have been a popular brand. But without any brand name or anything on it, which was another odd quality.
It didn't seem like you could see through the other side, either. Jel frowned, deciding to put them on to see whether one really could. At first, it was all dark, but they suddenly became quite clear after a few moments. It kind of startled Jel, but looking around it appeared to be like any other glasses. There were odd fragments in the corner of his eyes, but they always went away when he tried to look at them. He shrugged, looking up at the mirror.
On the outside of the lenses, in the mirror, he could see something bizarre. The glasses lenses he was wearing, on the outside, showed a spiral swirling on the lens. Black and white, a circular pattern coming out from the center. Jel frowned, but that wasn't the weirdest part. In his own vision, he could see fractals, small sections of his vision being obscured by something he couldn't quite see until all of his vision was covered in blurry patterns. He felt something in his mind then, before the blurry patterns burst and his vision was replaced by flashing strobes and various words that he couldn't read flashing every few moments.
His jaw fell slack, his entire body relaxing as he stared straight forward, unmoving. He still had thoughts, but the unnecessary ones were being deleted by the program.
Uhh... breeding bitch... slut... whore...
He was just now registering the first words that had flashed in front of his eyes, nodding along as he agreed with each one. He realized a few moments later that he needed a cock in his pussy, that he needed to be bred like a good slut.
He felt something on his back, and he was walking somewhere. It didn't matter where, he was whining for a dick to split open his pussy. He was taken to what seemed to be a stable, or a stall, or something. That also didn't matter, and neither did the fact he was being pushed down onto his hands and knees, beside two other furries who were kneeling on the ground.
He briefly thought for a moment that this was a good breeding position, before something pushed its way into his cunt and he started to moan, panting as his need was beginning to be fulfilled. It was a huge, thick cock, and he wondered if it maybe belonged to a horse anthro. He raised his tail high, pushing his hips back into the hips of the man fucking him. He'd be a good breeding bitch. He'd be a good slut.