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Hazel had a weird moment while cleaning.

He was having a party at house that night and he wanted everything to look respectable at least, so he'd been trying to tidy up the living room after several weeks. His personal room was a different thing - he didn't think he'd be bringing anyone in, at least - but he didn't want his guests to spend most of the night shifting through papers. And unfortunately, that was what the living room was quite literally full of. Most of those came from his research - others had different, mysterious origins.

The dragon found himself stopping to look at one in particular. It was a really colorful flyer that he had no memory of having seen before then. There was... a giant spiral displayed on it and a pocketwatch. It was cheesy, really, but it arose the weirdest feeling inside him. It took Hazel a few seconds to realize he was blushing.

Why was that happening? He'd had a hypnosis kink for a long time, but his horniness was rarely aimed at such simple efforts.

He had no idea when he'd gotten that flyer, except - oh, right, Kodi had given it to him. But that had happened ages ago and Hazel remembered he'd laughed at the thought and told Kodi that those shows tended to be frauds. As much as he'd like them to be true, the reality was that many stage hypnotists had poor skills and had to rely on plants or other questionable means in order to pull their shows.

He'd gone to the show, anyway. It took place one evening he had nothing to do - plus, he'd intended to hang out with Kodi, but the black wolf had finally told him something unexpected had come up and he wouldn't be able to make it. Spending the evening alone at his house didn't feel like a good plan, so he decided to walk to the show and watch it. It wasn't a situation in which he could get a bad result, he thought. If the show was good, he'd probably get all flustered and horny - if the show was bad, then he'd have a few laughs and could tell Kodi about it afterwards.

So he found a seat, waited for the lights to dim and prepared for a bad performance as the hypnotist climbed to the stage. That was what he'd thought, at least, but it turned out he knew the hypnotist. He was...

Uh. He couldn't remember the name. Or the face.

But the hypnotist had asked him to come up on stage and he'd gotten all nervous. Why was he doing that? He wasn't supposed to be there. Would all those people in the room realize how much he was into the idea of being hypnotized? Would that person whose face or name he couldn't remember have fun of him afterwards? Those questions piled in his head as he sat on the volunteer chair. And then?

Hazel wasn't sure. He might have clucked like a chicken. He might have woken up to find out he was stuck to his chair. He might have dropped like a rock on command, his body swaying on the chair as if he was about to fall to the floor. He might have been a dog. A zombie. A stripper.

All those possibilities were believable enough to have existed - Hazel remembered them and had forgotten about them, all at the same time. And whenever he tried to think about it, all that remained was the distant recollection of a pair of big yellow eyes above a wide, wolf-like grin. A snap and an endless plunge into an obedient, mindless pit that was as black as the hypnotist's fur.

He wished he knew who he was. In case all that had happened, of course. Lately, his mind had a tendency to give fantasies the same importance as real life, for some reason.

Perhaps he was just too needy.

Smiling, the dragon wrapped the flyer into a ball and tossed it into the bin. He still had to clean everything and his friends would be arriving any moment now.

Kodi was coming, too. He'd said something about wanting to show something or someone to the others... but Hazel had no clue what that meant.

And he wouldn't for some time.