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Coffee Microfictions, Collection I

Written July 31 2022

By LimeWah

18+ only

BluKodi

The wolf dog's pupils are rippling with little red rings. They're your entire world.

You feel very sleepy and faint. You could drop your head and fall asleep at any moment. But there are several things keeping you upright, keeping you from doing just that.

In the fog, you're able to count a few of them.

1. His left paw underneath your chin. His claws are tickling your throat.

2. His right paw on the back of the top of your head. His pads are pressing and kneading into your scalp.

3. His wet nose is pressed to yours, its bumpy cool texture a comforting anchor.

4. His voice, gently reminding you to keep your head up, to keep your eyes on him.

5. His eyes - why would you close your eyes when you could keep looking?

There's another sensation on top of that, but it's one that you're having a hard time placing or making sense of. It's fuzzy and warm, like the rest of Kodi's body, but it's not as warm as his thighs, or his belly. It's thinner and softer than his arms. Not to mention a lot fluffier and fuzzier. It feels like a tail. Could it be his tail...? No, his tail isn't that long, it couldn't be the thing winding its way around your thighs and your stomach. It reminds you of a comforter in a hotel room, decadently warm and snug.

"Feel my tail wrapping around you?" he asks, his voice pleasant and gentle and kind. "Feel it starting to make its merry way up your sleepy body?"

Y...yeah...?

"Good. It's pushing against your stomach now. It's giving you a hug. It's making sure your spine stays aligned. It feels better to relax with a straight spine than a slouched one."

Yeah...

"And the more my tail wraps you, the more your body is held still, the sleepier you get. You'll get to sleep so deeply so very very soon, just gotta hold out a little longer."

You really want to. You wouldn't be able to if not for all the ways he was courteously keeping you upright. The paws, the eyes, the nose, the voice, and the tail.

The tail gives you a squeeze, and so do his paws.

You didn't quite catch him telling you to sleep. But your body did. Why else would your eyes have fallen closed? Why else would you have dropped into the cosiest sleep in months?

Drac0

"So. Very. Warm."

"So... Very... Warm..."

The cat's eyes were on the verge of rolling up into his skull, his eyelids fluttering like a rapid-fire camera shutter. The effort to keep them open was almost unbearable. The same went for the corners of his muzzle, curled into a smile. Smiling felt nice, but it was so difficult...

And on top of that, he was So Very Warm.

The glittering coin was radiating heat, wafting it over his face and his fur.

"Hotter and hotter with each swing," the voice murmured from somewhere above him. He couldn't place it. But the voice was warm too. Maybe he was being hypnotised by the sun. He didn't really care to think about it any further.

It was so hard to think when it was So Very Warm.

His clothes were starting to cling to him. He was panting a little more heavily now, the heat starting to suffuse him and overwhelm him.

"Maybe you should remove those clothes," the voice helpfully said. "I think you're feeling that need right now, the need to... take 'em all off~"

Draco nodded stiffly, still smiling and following the warming swing of the pendant. His hands were heavy - both from the dazed, hypnotised state and the almost oppressive heat. It took time for him to unbutton and unzip his trousers, but the relief he felt as his thighs were bared to the open air was almost sexual. Before shuffling out of those entirely, he hiked up his shirt and peeled it off over his head - thankful that the material was just sheer enough that he could still see the sparkle and feel the heat of the pretty coin.

He was panting louder, now, but the sound had a slight moaning quality to it, now. His crotch was still clothed with a tented bulge, but strangely enough, the heat being concentrated there only enhanced his pleasure. It felt like his dick was buried someplace warm and soft... he couldn't stop himself from humping the air and whining with need.

"Awww, still a little toasty?" the sun asked with a giggle.

"Ah-huhhh..." Draco moaned, his hands resting back on his thighs, but twitching with the desire to grasp and stroke.

"Good. Warmer still. Hornier still. Dizzier still. So. Very. Warm."

"So... very... warm..."

Draco was happy to bask in the warmth.

Tracy

You stare at the bubble, and it stares back at you. You straddle Jori's belly-fur, slick and wet, your palms pressed into it as you lean into the floating orb. The scent of her body is fresh and herbal, like an expensive scented soap.

The Mizutsune gives you a foxy smile through your refracted reflection in the bubble. Her cat-eyes stare at you through the soapy sheen, smiling at you.

Your reflection is fainter, but you can see your leaky-tap jaw and your zoetrope eyes, barely masking the colours floating through them even now.

Her claw tip rests on the bubble, or maybe just above it. Not sure. Not important.

"All your thoughts and worries are just collecting in the bubble," Jori tells you. "Your worries and cares, everything in your past, and your future. It's all going into this little bubble, floating and swirling inside it. What do you think will happen if the bubble pops?"

You can't think of a response.

"They'll go pop too, silly~ although, maybe it's too soon for that. Maybe we need to be a bit more thorough..."

Her finger pushes against the bubble. It doesn't pop. Your reflection grows and spreads over the orb-like surface, and it pushes against your face. It doesn't sting your eyes. Your head slips in, then your shoulders, then the rest of you.

The bubble floats off her belly. You lift off with it. Your hands and knees rest on the bubble's surface. It's firmer, almost fleshy, like a balloon. You won't pop it.

The sunlight turns to rainbows inside the balloon, and it makes your mind as floaty and comfy as your body.

"Breathe the scent of the bubble in, and breathe your thoughts out."

Her comforting drone keeps you from floating away into the clouds as you massage yourself into the bubble. You so as she suggests. And you feel those thoughts pouring into the bubble. Reinforcing it. Keeping you safely trapped inside it as you lift higher, higher, your body pitching and yawing with your wiggling, soapy prison.

She looks like she's getting further and further away. She's standing in the shallow pool, looking up at you. Her paw reaches up slowly, very gently.

"And then, those thoughts..." she sing-songs, her claw approaching the bottom of the bubble. "Go..."

It presses into the bottom of the bubble, firmly, sharply.

"Pop goes the bubble~"

Pop go your thoughts.

Ally

"Hooh. Sorry, my room's a sweat box."

"Y-yeah, little bit..."

"You sure you don't wanna do the same as me? I don't mind."

Ally wanted to say yes. But the raccoon still felt nervously awkward, way too self-conscious to dare follow the red panda's lead. Leem wicked off their shirt and threw it to the side, sitting back on their bed and scratching their belly.

Leem was deceptively pudgy - you wouldn't notice it normally from the way they carried themself, but the panda had a gorgeously round tummy. Ally couldn't help but stare. He'd seen it plenty times before, but never in 3-D, never in the same space.

The raccoon mumbled something under his breath, awkwardly trying to keep his eyes from being magnetised to the russet-red mound of flesh. It rose and fall with Leem's laconic breaths as he returned his attention to the laptop screen.

The youtube essay - something about some obscure game Ally had never heard of - faded away into the background. The raccoon was staring at Leem's left hand. Two fingers, two claws, tracing a slow languid circle around their navel. Dimpling the fur and the flesh. Slow spiralling circles. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought Leem was inviting him to stare.

Then again... maybe they were.

He could imagine a spiral in his mind, a twisting maze of purple and gold that would be so easy to get lost into. In fact, he already was... He could feel himself leaning away from the chair. Feel his feet meeting the floor, one after the other. His arms dangling. His head pitching forward as he sleepwalked the three steps from the chair to the bed. When his knees met the edge of the bed, he pitched forward, pressing his hand-paws into the mattress on their journey to touch that tempting tummy.

The fingers were beckoning him. He felt the siren song of the rising and falling stomach. Closer, closer still. Wondering why it seemed Leem hadn't noticed his approach. Until the paw wrapped around the back of the woozy racc's head and pulled him in, burying his face in the soft, pillowy flesh.

"There we go," Leem said, their voice a very casual tease. "Good tummyslut. Sink into me."

"Nnnnn..." Ally moaned. Yes, he was a helpless tummyslut. Helpless for Leem's specifically. This felt as divine as he was hoping it would. And there was only one thing left to do before he could truly inhabit his role.

He pushed his lips against the navel, and sealed his fate with a kiss.

Moggers/Hypfoo

Cw: arachnophobia

The tiger's sleep (if you could even call it that) is disturbed by a voice in the darkness. The gleam of compound eyes.

Well hey there! How ya settling in there, girlo?

Ah jayze, sorry, didn't mean to startle ya there.

No no, really don't get up on my account.

And don't go yelling up a storm or nothin', the inn's owners know me well.

They wouldn't be letting a fella like me in if I was properly disturbing the guests n' all, d'ya'know'th'kinda'way?

The spider skitters forward. The voluptuous tiger gasps, but remains silent.

Ah, thanks very much for your courtesy. See I couldn't help but notice ya sweltering down there. The insulation in this attic can be lovely, but not on a hot night like this, to be sure. You poor thing, you look like you're roasting. Have you enough water, there, by the way?

Grand job.

Now, to the point; I've a way of helping ya get comfortable. Silk's a pretty cool, breathable fabric, you know. And I've got plenty to hand.

Will ya allow me to wrap ya up for the night?

Ah, ya will! Thanks very much, you're far more trusting than most girls I've served in the past.

The massive abdomen, covered in thin white wiry hair, secretes sticky, cool threads onto the bottoms of her paws. The delicate needle-like back legs sew and knit and wind. The threads make spats over her paws, hugging the pads, and continue up.

The tigress lets out a delighted, confused little gasp.

Ah, glad you're comfy. my wife used to tell me I'd the softest silk she'd ever felt. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, but I don't regret the parting. After all, I prefer me head on me body, and un-eaten! Hah! Anyway, that's enough chatter, let me focus and get this weave just so...

The binding and winding continues, a quiet and intimate half hour. Her thighs are snuggled and wrapped by the winding lattice of sparkling silk. They press and squish together, muffin-tops forming, and then being subsumed by the next layer. It weaves in tightly against her chest, leaving her arms wrapped just a little more loosely. Around her shoulders, her throat. Tucking her hair around her neck and enfolding.

Ah bollix, I should have asked about this bit. Is it alright, me wrapping your head up?

She nods quickly, appreciatively.

Ah, grand job. Comfy, are ya?

She nods again.

Fantastic. Well, I'll be up in the rafters if ya need a wee adjustment. G'nite, there girl! May you walk the silk road to dreamland!

She does.

SarcasticKoopa

I definitely locked the door.

I definitely locked the door.

My paws feel clammy and my heart contracts like a black hole, trying to pull my chest into its orbit. My jaw clamps shut, and my nostrils shrink as though they're trying to keep me from breathing. It's fine. It's fine. I'm fine.

Maybe I did forget to lock it. Besides, it wasn't like some opportunistic thief could make their way all the way up this hill, to my bungalow. Even if it was visible for miles, it wasn't that much of a target, was it?

Maybe I should call someone. Maybe I should turn and walk away.

Or maybe it's safe to go in. Survey the damage. I have been out a while...

I try to look in through the window of the building. I crack the door open and listen out.

There's no movement inside. So... they're probably long gone.

I swing open the door, cautiously.

I look into the living room, to the right side of the entrance hall.

There's an albino alligator sitting cross legged on the couch, my latest copy of Formula 1 in his lap as he reads.

A superfan, probably. But judging by how he's made himself at home, I don't want to risk making myself known.

I've got a head start. I can probably outrun him, he doesn't look like he's in great shape...

As I turn to move, I see he raises his right ha-

**********

Arfarfarfarf!!!

Master's home!

Master's home!!!

I race on my puppy paws right up to master. He snaps his fingers and I stop and sit at attention and don't think at all and wait to be told what to do.

"Slippers, puppy," he says!

Silly puppy, always forgetting the slippers!

I bark and tumble over myself as I run back towards the door and find his slippers. One in my mouth, then the other, then I bound back to him!

He rubs my fluffy curly puppy head and tickles my wet little gold nose.

"Good poodlepup," Master tells me. I whine and whimper and push my face into his big soft scaly belly, and I look at the pretty pictures of the cars on the paper, and I wish I could jump into the pictures and chase them!

I hope someday Master will let me out of his house so I can go find some fun cars to run after!

I see a doggy next to one of those cars! They look like me, but they're on two legs.

That's so weird! Doggies should be on all fours, like me! They're doing it wrong!

Carrow

It was love at first sight, the first time you were shown this spiral. The first time, it took you under without any prompting at all. You'd never experienced a trance that quick, that profound, ever before.

You didn't need any prompting from the one who sent it to you. You were out like that.

You saved that gif for later, just for your own personal usage.

You look at it every night, your phone propped up next to your bed so you can gaze at it in a fetal position until you can gaze no more.

If you wake in the middle of the night and the battery hasn't drained, the spiral's still there, and it pulls you back into its whirlpool of pleasure.

The tip of the spiral is your favourite part.

The rest of it is beautiful, of course. The black and white lines curling and waving from side to side as they push inward. The more they wiggle and dance, the more the display seems to grow and envelop you.

But it's still the tip, the centre of it, that gets you the most. Where all those lines consolidate into a single needle point at the nucleus. The way it stirs and spins slowly. Your head spins with it. Your whole body spins with it.

That point at the centre reaches out to you and touches you.

It touches your mind as it spins and swirls, like a gramophone needle, playing a pleasurable binaural thrum that echoes inside your skull and turns the bone to cotton.

It rubs your nose and lips, like the gentle brush of someone's mouth almost touching yours.

It touches the back of your neck and traces down your spine, a finger-nail scratching out all the tension you didn't know you were carrying.

It touches your belly, prodding and tickling and tingling your insides.

All these touches and tingles from one little tiny point at the nucleus of an overwhelmingly beautiful illusion.

If you discover the most perfect sight in the world, why would you ever want to look at anything else?

Horny_Js

"Connect."

Kolt did not break his stride or drop his coffee. The pulsing nano-beads in his ear canals sent their hypnotic signals into his brain, and it accepted them without a care. The assumption of control no longer paralysed him or jolted him. It simply happened. His conscious brain switched off, and he became a conduit, a receptacle for his Handler's words. He stopped in his tracks, and stepped out of earshot of other pedestrians.

"I hear, and am connected," the red fennec-fox said. "Ready to receive orders."

There was a moment of quiet. Kolt could hear some voices, but they were too far from the microphone to discern or obey just yet.

The voices was different to his usual handlers' voice, too. When he was Connected, the superhero would usually be sent to case a bank under the guise of a neighborhood patrol, or subtly sabotage a fellow hero's equipment.

"Okay, okay..." the voice sounded younger, breathier than the firm command he was used to. "Go home."

"Understood," Kolt said, walking back to his apartment just a little more stiffly than usual.

"How long is it gonna be?"

"Roughty thirty minutes," Kold intoned.

"Run, then!" another voice, similarly younger. "Hurry home!"

"Dude, no, that's gonna look suspicious as hell... just walk!"

Kolt ran two steps, halted, then returned to walking. Ignoring the strange looks he got.

As soon as he was in the door, the voices returned.

"Okay, uh... alright. Take off your clothes... a-all of them."

"Yes." He had never been given an order like this. But he was unable to wonder, or mind. He did as he was commanded, baring his autumn-red fur and allowing his junk to flop out.

He knew he was being watched. When he was Connected, they could see everything he saw.

"Holy crap, okay... how much time do we have?"

"I do not understand the command," Kolt said.

"Like... I dunno, maybe thirty minutes?"

"Okay, shit, uhm... do you want to watch some porn?"

"I do not want anything," the programmed superhero said. "I am to be commanded."

"Dude, just make him jerk off or something! Kitsune, jerk yourself off!"

"Yes." A command he could process. He began to stroke himself. His body felt pleasure, but his mind didn't. He simply was doing as he was told.

"See?" the first voice said. "It's that easy. Now come on, let's get as much material for the spank-bank as we can before- oh FUCK DISCONNECT!"

...when did Kolt get back to his apartment?

What was that soft thumping noise and that yelp he heard?

...And why was he naked?

AshKelling

I love this part.

The moment just before I break a hero, and add one more puppet to the collection. Believe me, I've done it dozens of times but it never fails to satisfy.

The black-clad punky vixen knelt before me is some amateur vigilante, who could have probably done with some more training or practice before taking on Purr-ception. Then again, it wouldn't have done much good.

My illusions are working as intended. She still sees tight loops of rebar wrapped around her body, keeping her from clapping her hands and releasing another seismic blast from them.

"Listen, kid," I say, giving a lynx-fanged grin. "You did a good job, but not good enough. There's potential in you, though... so what do you say we have ourselves an induction?"

"F-fuck you," she spits.

I don't dignify her with a response as I take out the small phial, full of that dark violet liquid. This compound has been getting a ton of use since one of my favourite puppets invented it for me. It was an anniversary gift, I think - celebrating one month since their enslavement.

I open the bottle and hold it over her head. She flinches and watches, squirming helplessly as the thick honey-like stuff starts to ooze out of the phial...

Here it comes. That moment just before the point of no return.

The first drop hits her forehead, and she cries out.

Once the first drop of the corruptive latex compound meets their fur, it spreads and engulfs like a tsunami. The drops slide down her face and solidify around her neck, making a tight neckline for starters, before it continues its journey. Melting clothing, hugging fur and skin. With just a dash of neurotoxin in there to make that journey pleasurable.

Her screams and curses turn into confused gasps, then groans... then soft gasps. She's grappling with a lot as her eyes turn from blue to pink. That fluid spreads with non-newtonian speed, covering her with its rubbery sheen and hugging her every curve.

She's a lot more shapely than her loose clothing let on, as the latex compresses around her waist and pushes out her chest. It's still got a ways to go, but her resistance is gone, judging by that glassy look in her eye.

"Now then," I say, stooping down to look her in the eye as I rest my fingers under her chin and rub her lips with my thumb. "Not so bad, is it?"

"N...nuh..."

"Good puppet."

Ember

I'm gonna get 'em.

And they know it.

I'm giving them The Look. I can feel that familiar tightness in my brows and in my smile.

I didn't even realise I had The Look until it was pointed out to me by friends of mine. My eyebrows raise up, and my eyes narrow, and my smile gets tight and impish,

When I give The Look, I'm about to get up to some mischief. Usually horny mischief, befitting a seductive, tricksy dragoness like me.

Arno's nervous. But into it.

Their golden eyes look towards the cafe counter. They're suddenly pretty interested in the stale pastries behind the glass display case.

"Something caught your eye there?" I ask them with a butter-wouldn't-melt tone.

"Fuck off," Arno hisses, suppressing a smile. "I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything with my eyes!" I say. Using my hypno-eyes would be a cop-out anyway. I have other ways of getting what I want. So many ways of hypnotising someone, especially if you've already dug some pathways in their mind.

They're sitting too far away for me to tap tap on their forehead with my finger. But that doesn't mean there's other places I can tap with. Or other parts.

They're expecting me to use my tail. They can see my long emerald butt-rope tracing its tip along the floor and working its way towards the tail.

"Keep that tail away from me...!" Arno laughs. "W-we can't do this here!"

"I'm not doing anything with my tail," I say, sweetly. My left foot is now free from my shoe. Arno's leg is exposed. So it's just a matter of reaching out a toe claw and...

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The shock appears on their face, then drains away to a quiet, slack-jawed blankness. Their tongue slips out of their mouth, and I know exactly where I want it to go.

"Arno, hon, I think I dropped something. Would you look for it under the table?"

Arno nods sleepily and silently, and slowly works down underneath. I push my toes into their mouth, and as they suckle I pull them forward and push them onto their butt with my other foot. That one rubs the tent between their legs - they've had that for a while.

As my tail wraps around their neck to seal them in place, I take another sip of my coffee.

"Bet you're gonna cum before I finish this," I say, to no one in particular. The doggy's too far gone to really hear anyway.

Izzy

1

Session 1

-Finally! We can get this little diary underway! Woo-hoo!

I got Izzy to try the stuff at last. After weeks of convincing and coercing. I could tell she was into the idea of a pill that made you super suggestible, but she was nervous about trying it. Like she always was. But I got her. And all it took was the right set of words.

"You know you can trust me to make you have the most fun possible."

The look on her face, her gaze kinda wiggling around like she was trying to follow a fly in the air... then that familiar 'fuck-it' shrug. She took the pill from my hand and swallowed it down.

She started to ask me when it was gonna work, and I asked her for 50 bucks. She immediately opened up her wallet and handed it over.

Then I told her that I'd pay her 50 bucks if she jerked off in front of me. She got nervous for a second. "I don't know if I can get it up," she said. So I told her she was already rock-hard, and bam! Straight away, she was at full mast and going to town. She came pretty quick too...

If I wanted to be a dick, I could have told her she just jerked off for the fun of it, made her forget I took her money.

But that's not me.

Session 2

When I asked her what she remembered of last time, Izzy was kinda hazy. "Did I give you money, Ruby?"

"Yeah, but I gave it back!"

Before she could get too mad at me, I suggested she have a sip of water. Threw the pill in there for good measure, before telling her that it was really rude of her to still be wearing clothes in my apartment. Off they went, and there was her gorgeous body. She was cute when she wasn't nervous about her looks.

Really cute.

Session 3

Izzy seemed really keen to jump back in for another go. She didn't waste time with small talk when she came over. She was taking off her clothes and was like "So you got more of those pills?" I was like "Damn, no foreplay?" and she laughed, a little self conscious. So I popped a pill in her mouth and let those worries fade away the moment I told her she was the sexiest person alive.

...To be honest I wasn't expecting her to hit on me the way she did... but she just kinda wooed me, I guess.

I can still taste her in my mouth, now...

I wonder if that suggestion will stick if I bring it up again?

2

"*hic*! Oh-ho, it's starting..."

"Really? How're you feeling?" Jade sat forward, watching her girlfriend's face intently for any change.

Sherry was worrying the thin aluminum can with her fingers, having been reading the ingredients while she waited for Bubble-Pop BrainDrain to start doing what it said on the tin.

"I... don't feel any *hic* different yet," the pink panda said, looking at her rabbit girlfriend as she dragged her tongue inside her mouth to get a feel for the flavour. "I could drank it a bit *hic* t... to... what was I talking about?"

Jade's eyes lit up like a firework display.

"It's working... your eyes are going a little funny!"

"Funny... how? *hic*"

"Oh, they're crossing in a bit, like they did when you used that collar?"

"*hic*... heh, maybe I... *hic* did...? Uh... Jade?"

The rabbit was already nervously cracking open her own can. "Yeah, Sherry?"

"What's... a collar? *hic*"

"It's a thing you wear around your neck..." Jade said, trying to suppress her grin. Watching her girlfriend go boss-eyed and dazed was wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the next thing she said.

"Ohhhh yeah, like a hat!"

"N...not a hat, a hat goes on your head."

"What do you... *hic*" Sherry felt at her neck, then at her head... and nodded. "Oohhhh, I forgot about that...."

"Oh you are so stupid...!" Jade wanted to kiss Sherry's face off. But it'd feel weird doing it without being under the same spell.

She downed her can in one gulp, and already was hiccuping by the time they were kissing and fumbling with each other.

BluKodi + Bluedude

"Sorry, man, I'm exhausted today." Kodi could barely keep his eyes open and watching the TV screen. ""My body's killing me, my social battery's empty..."

"It's fine, seriously," Azure said as he stretched up high. His hands began to reach down to grasp Kodi's shoulder.

"Nah, seriously, I'm sore-"

"Come here."

When Azure told you to come here, there wasn't much choice in the matter. The skunk was just too big and too broad for anyone to really escape his grasp. Once he'd resolved to give you a big hug, you were better off accepting it.

Kodi knew that well. The wolfdog felt the skunk's big hand come around the back of his head and guide his snout right into the black-furred barrel chest. He was forced up onto his tiptoes, feeling the muscular gut and chest press firmly against him. He couldn't stop his tail from wagging like mad, too.

"Geheheh... you having fun down there, little puppy?"

"Mmhmmm.." Kodi nuzzled his face right into the chest, warm and comfortable. Though the sapphire pendant around Azure's neck was a bit distractingly cold whenever it brushed against Kodi's forehead. He wasn't about to start complaining.

The hand on the back of his head gripped again and pulled him back.

"Hey, wh..." Kodi didn't get to finish that thought. Even when he knew it was coming, the sight of Azure's eyes pulsing with blue and gold never failed to blindside him. His mind was paused mid-thought, the synapses stalling where they were as the colours massaged his brain.

"Rrrfh..." Kodi whined like a spurned puppy, his ears folding and his eyes swirling.

"I think you need to take a little vacation from thinking." Blue chuckled, lifting Kodi up higher so they were eye to eye, snouts downturned as their eyes gleamed with colour.

"I think you'd have a much better time being a pet than a person, don't you?"

"P...pet...?"

"Pets don't talk." Blue's eyes pulsed faster, then slower, then faster again, almost to the rhythm of a heart beat. "They bark. Don't they?"

"A...arfh...?"

"That's more like it. Gooood pup."

"Rrarfh!" Kodi managed a more excited bark now, feeling a sense of excitement and energy he'd not felt all day.

"You're gonna have so much more fun like this, pet." Azure placed Kodi down in his lap, and Kodi sat on all fours, his eyes spinning quickly and his tail wagging just as fast. "Gehehe... shame I don't have a collar with me..."

Kodi would have suggested they go shopping for one. But Kodi was a pet. Pets didn't suggest. They just did what their Masters said, and barked happily as they did so.

Kyle_WTB

1

Allie stifled a burp in the crook of her elbow before picking up the next plate - a stack of 8 pancakes. Her fourth plate of those in the last half hour. The green, lanky alien threw some strips of bacon on top, rolled them up into a sort of sweet syrup drenched burrito, and shoved it into her mouth, moaning with pleasure at the taste.

"Mmmh, shoo good," she groaned with her mouth full, her purple tongue coiling around the pancake-roll to push it inside. "Gifme fiff more platesh of that!"

The waitress standing to attention was smiling serenely, her eyes spiralling with purple and pink. She nodded and took the big stack of empty porcelain plates and went behind the counter, where the equally zonked-out chef was waiting to feed her what she wanted.

She'd already smashed several eating records at Angie's Diner, and showed no signs of stopping - or even putting on a hint of weight. Maybe she had a black hole for a stomach; she was an alien, after all.

She was still starving, anyway, and wasn't going to stop until she'd eaten everything in sight.

"Wh... what's going on?!"

"Mm?" Allie opened one eye, in the act of savouring her meal, and looked towards the door. A slightly older woman, dressed quite well, was staring at her, and her mess, in shock and horror.

She reminded Allie of her wife.

"Debbie!" she shouted behind the counter. "How much has she paid?"

"Nothing!" the waitress sweetly called back. "It's on the house!"

"On the h- I didn't give you permission for that!"

"Oh!" Allie gulped down the rest of her pancakes and cartwheeled off her seat and into the aisle of the diner. Her tail shot out from behind her, stopping just in front of the woman like a proffered hand.

"You must be Angie, then!"

"Are you gonna pay for what you ate?" she asked, her voice icy and clipped. "Because if not, I'll have to get the authorities involved."

"Oh, no..." Ally's big purple eyes turned watery and she pouted theatrically. "I don't want that... I'm sure we could come to some sort of agreement, though...~"

Before Angie could ask what that was, Ally was already slinking fluidly towards her, her eyes pulsing with the same purple pinwheels that had claimed the minds of the rest of the staff.

The look of shock and confusion melting into silent bliss was always a delight to behold.

"So...~" Allie said, grinning a shark-toothed grin. "As we were saying, you were going to give me free food for life, right~?"

"Right..." Angie nodded, happily.

"Great!" Allie grinned, before returning to her seat. "Because I've got about a third of the menu left to get through, chop chop~!"

"Right away, ma'am..." Angie joined her staff behind the counter, eager to serve and please her extra-terrestrial guest.

Allie giggled as she took a swig from her massive milkshake.

"Gotta love service with a smile..."

2

"Tho, you're wa'thin ih dahce..."

"Allie, darling." Jean didn't move from her position on the couch. She was supine with her dark hair spread about her violet, curveous face like a puddle, and very comfortable by the looks of it. She was currently following the tip of her wife's long, prehensile tongue. It was dangling above her head, waving to and fro in a pendulous arc.

"You don't need to speak," Jean continued gently. "Just following it is fine. I can imagine your voice in my head..."

"R-rehly?" Allie lisped. "Ah cang juh uthe mah eyeth..."

"Ssssh." From where she was, Jean reached out to stroke Allie's thigh with her foot. "You're doing great. Just let me watch it."

"Okhay..."

Allie knew she could trust her djinn lover. But she still felt self conscious as she kept swinging her tongue to and fro. It felt too silent. She was too used to the hum of her hypnoeyes, or her teasing hypnotic patter. But now she just had to focus on... the sway of her tongue. The way her wife's eyes followed it back and forth.

The smile slowly relaxing away as her lips parted. Her body visibly sinking into the couch a little more. Fingers subtly unfurling as the hands relaxed. Her stomach filling with deeper, longer breaths.

What was Jean hearing in her head, Allie wondered. What old tricks were being recalled to help her slip into trance?

When Jean's eyes began to flutter, Allie knew the time had come. She whipped her tongue back, making a percussive _crack_ing noise in the air. Jean grunted, and her eyes fell closed. Her head fell to the side, and her body sagged even further than Allie realised she could go.

"Oh... d-did it work...?" Allie asked herself cautiously, scurrying forward to look at her serenely sleeping partner.

It looked like it had. Gosh, just looking at her like this was such a turn on.

"Can you hear me, hon?" Allie asked.

"Yes..." Jean sighed, inhaled, and sighed again. "Mistress..."

"Ffff!" Allie's tail twisted into a corkscrew, steam practically coming out of her ears. "S. so... if you're calling me Mistress, that means you want a treat... don'cha?"

"Yes, Mistress..." the genie shifted herself towards the sound of her voice, opening her mouth a little wider.

Allie stroked her shaft - not that it needed much coaxing to get fully erect - and guided it in slowly and carefully. As that all too familiar tongue got to work, she briefly wondered if Jean was conscious, or if this more traditional form of hypnosis was a bit weaker.

But that stopped mattering before long.

Moxas

1

The Drone was in its neutral state.

The Drone was looking at the shapes, reading and rereading its mantras and programming.

It had no thoughts of its own, its brain too overwhelmed by the constant stream of noise and stimulus. It ensured the higher functions - identity, self-actualisation, memory - were all kept under strict control.

The Drone had been in the neutral state for days, ever since it was placed into its garments.

The Drone stood still on the conveyor belt, barely moving at all even as it came to stop in front of a sea of murmured voices.

The Drone could feel lights on it. It could not see past the blindfold, or the green and black shapes that danced before its eyes and kept it docile and neutral in its drone state. The form fitting latex bodysuit pulsed pleasantly in time with the drone's heart-beat, pumping endorphins through its blood stream with the same even pace as its heart.

The Neutral State ended, and the Drone listened and awaited input.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please draw your attention to the next drone on offer!"

The pulsating was particularly strong between the drones legs, where its genitalia was safely enclosed in a nullified, round bulge. The voice was familiar. The drone was conditioned to listen carefully to them.

"Now, this fine specimen here used to be known as Helix Hare. Not any longer, of course, but there're a few remnants of its old life in there somewhere! Mostly in its body. As you can see, it's perfect peak physical condition, in every sense of the word..."

A hand grasped at the Drone's bulge. The drone did not make a sound, even as their brain erupted with orgasmic pleasure.

"Sensitive to the touch, pendulous and comfortable to hold. It makes a fantastic stress ball, just be gentle with it! Now, HeroDrone 33, what do you have to say?"

The words flashed on the drone's spiral, and it repeated them verbatim.

The Drone is ready and willing to serve. The Drone will obey without question. The Drone is ready to be your property.

"Wow, like we haven't heard that one 32 times tonight already, am I right folks?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

"Anyway, let's start the bidding!"

Numbers were called out in higher and higher sequences. The Number grew exponentially.

The Drone returned to its neutral state. It did not need to know the number it was worth.

2

Bunnymund gave you permission.

Please, don't be shy.

Unless you're uncertain of where to start.

Why not trace your hand along the nape of the rabbit's neck. Breathe in the scent for a moment. It's the smell of spring, of fertility and harvest. Of grass, freshly cut, of blooming flowers and pollen. There's more to it too. Sweet treats, sugar and chocolate. Decadent treats, a spring-time reward.

Get closer, take a deeper breath. Feel the curvature of his arm muscles, now. Trace your fingers in the grooves between each muscle. The rabbit sighs contentedly at your touch.

"You're doing great, mate. Don't worry, if you step too far I'll let you know."

You know you won't overstep. So let your arms rove as you push in closer. Wrap your arms around him like he's a life raft, and feel the rise and fall of his body. The minimal give between flesh and muscle as you nestle into him and breathe in those nostalgic, delicious scents.

Nuzzle your nose into his neck, find the flesh and give it a kiss. Feel how it tenses against your touch. You might try to kiss his lips, too, feel his nose wiggle against yours as your tongue traces past his incisors and into his sweet, warm mouth. He tastes of sweets, too. Surprising, considering how there doesn't seem to be an ounce of fat on his chiseled, muscular body.

When you finish kissing there, work downwards. Trace your lips between his pecs, along the grooves of his abs, and down, further down, where the cent grows warmer and muskier. The only thing he's wearing strains with the package it's holding. Your hand gets there before your mouth does. It's pulsing, warm, smooth and soft...

It feels divine on your face. You trace circles in it with your nose, feeling it dimple and engorge against your touch. As it hardens, it tents, and the smooth fabric presses against your lips. You can give it a kiss, or a lick, or more. Whatever you desire.

Take his gift, his blessing, and let it unlock your fertile mind and body.

Sanmer

"Morning, sluuuut~!" Dr. Sanmer Lemarre loved seeing how his sing-song tone made his captive growl and wince with frustration. He got a little bit of a sadist's joy from it. The crimson, anthropomorphic pterodactyl was scowling at the little white fox scientist from his translucent prison. Peering into it, Sanmer could see that the golden diamond attached to the harness on Bullzeye's chest had been attacked, worried at. He'd have to swap it out at some point, not that he was worried about it malfunctioning or getting dislodged.

"What do you want from me!?" Bullzeye yelled, baring his long snout of teeth.

"I just wanted to check in!" Sanmer swayed back and forth on his little hover-platform, a coquettish playfulness to his movements. "Make sure you're hydrated and fed... also, I wanted to ask a little favour."

"What."

Sanmer licked his lips, staring at Bullzeye's naked crotch. His cock was standing to attention. "Will you masturbate for me, please~?"

"No way!"

"Why're you hard, though?"

"I don't know. You must've done something to me!"

"All I did was install a drone core in you... I'm pretty sure it doesn't give you a permanent erection."

"Well, I'm not doing it, you creep!"

"... but it does do this!"

Sanmer brandished a silver remote and pressed a button on it. Instantly, the golden hexagon on Bullzeye's chest exploded open. In a fraction of a second, every part of Bullzeye except for his face was covered in jet black latex. A hard-light construction of a visor wrapped over his vision, blasting him with alternating flashes of blue and white.

"Ungh..." Bullzeye didn't have time to protest or resist. He simply stroked. His body working automatically, piloted by the latex, as his mind was distracted with the strobing shapes that threw him deep into Drone-space.

Sanmer watched his drone dexterously work his cock, leaning over the console of his hover-platform and watching like a lovestruck teenager. He sighed wistfully, happily.

"Someday I'll get you doing this for me willingly..."