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Hypnovember Day 7: Unaware

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Sanmer

"These things are pretty nice," Stegz said, adjusting the visor on his face. "Look at all of these readouts, they should really make tracking crimes a lot easier!" he said, grinning at his teammates as they each agreed.

Adjusting his own with a bit more of an concerned look T-Bone looked uncomfortable, glancing from side to side through the transparent visor. "I don't know about this, it seems like it could be a distraction in battle..."

"You'll get used to it, T-Bone, I was told that this was going to really help with our fighting coordination!" Bullzeye said, grinning wide as he scrolled through the menus on his own.

"Where did you get these from again, Bullzeye?" Spike asked, looking at himself in a mirror out of a vague sort of vanity. "Gotta say, whoever made these had a real sense of style. They don't look half bad," he chuckled, flexing a bit as he imagined how cool he would look fighting in them.

The question made the pterodactyl go quiet for a moment, his head cocked to the side as he thought hard. "I uh... it was a group... who wanted to help us be better at our jobs." His words were a little vacant, his thoughts a bit scattered. He remembered some shadowy figures, them offering a brief case with the visors within and then... "Anyways, I think this is going to help us out a ton, it tracks local crime networks!"

"Did you get a name for them?" T-Bone asked, now a bit more wary as he noticed his friend's apparent lapse in memory. He was starting to feel really unsure about this entire thing, perhaps it would be best to ditch the visor...

Stegz started to reach for his own, apparently coming to the same conclusion. Before either could pull theirs off though, there was a rapid flash of light emanating from the visor. All four dinosaurs froze up, their gazes going slack, the lights piercing into their dinosaur brains with ease. One by one they stood up straight and walked out of the room, following an unspoken command, their minds enraptured by the beautiful lights.

[c]***[/c]

"Come one, come all! To the extravagant Dirty Dino show, we have plenty of scales on show to interest even the most picky of voyeurs!" T-Bone grinned as he stood at the doorway, his muscled body gleaming in the sunlight of the day, freshly polished with a tin of wax. He groped himself openly, a few people walking past gawking in horror at the sight. "We've got winged dinosaurs, horny dinosaurs, even a triceratops that would do anything to serve you!"

In his mind, T-Bone vibrated with pleasure, he was so happy to be able to represent the club in such a positive light! They'd offered him the very dazzling job of advertiser for the club, he was even allowed to give clients a free blowjob if they wanted! His eyes were glazed over behind the visor, constantly assaulted by the lights there, his cock so hard it hurt within the tight speedo. He'd been told by the owners that pants didn't allow him to show off the way they wanted him to, so of course he'd been only too glad to take the proffered skimpy outfit. After all, as a member of the Extreme Dinosaurs, it was his civic duty to do whatever they wanted of him.

"How much to enter?" a man asked, looking T-Bone up and down with an openly lewd look.

"Ten dollars to enter, sir! But if you want a free taste test, I'm only too happy to oblige!" T-Bone roared, grinning wide as he once more groped himself, making sure he was always erect. After all, it wouldn't do for a spokesman of the Dirty Dino show to not be openly aroused.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer," the man said, grinning wide as T-Bone led him into a booth to provide his services. All the while, his mind buzzed with the idea that he was doing his due diligence as a positive role model, even as he was sucking the man off.

Within the club, the other Extreme Dinosaurs were happily fulfilling the roles they'd been given. Like T-Bone, they'd each been supplied with skimpy speedos that showed off their manhood, and they were only too glad to. Their duty was to help the club succeed, it would help fight the forces of evil in the world... somehow. Whenever their minds tried to grapple with that idea though, they were subjected to a powerful burst of hypnosis that had them smiling and working happily once more. "What can I do for you, sir?" Spike asked, grinning as he adjusted the bowtie about his neck.

The interior of the club was all glam and glitz, the interior designed around a prehistoric theming that worked perfectly with the dinosaur staff. "Well, you can start by showing me that sweet hole," the man said, grinning lecherously as he ogled the triceratop's large muscles.

"Whatever you say, sir, I'm happy to fulfill your every desire!" Spike said, grinning as he bent over, slipping the silver speedo down, revealing his lubricated hole. He couldn't quite remember when, but one of the staff had made sure he'd gotten his first tattoos. On each of his ass cheeks, one of them showed an arrow pointing towards his hole, the other a pair of hearts stamped upon the round cheek.

"Holy shit, he really does have tattoos on his ass," the man laughed, his friends roaring in amusement while Spike grinned foolishly.

"Would you like to try my services, sir? It'll be twenty dollars for anything your dirty mind desires," the triceratops purred, his cock rigid between his legs as he awaited the customer's response. When the man pulled out a twenty, the triceratops was soon up on the table being pounded by the customer, his face contorting with pleasure. This was his duty, he was doing a good thing. When he looked across the way, his eyes met with Stegz' own, the stegosaurus grinning wide as he'd recently finished his own duty. Cum dripped off of his face as he picked up a few empty glasses off of the table, his tongue licking up the cum automatically.

"Doing a great job, Spike, you're taking it like a champ!" Stegz said, grabbing a few glasses off of the triceratops' own table before moving on to fulfill another order from a customer.

Above all of this, Bullzeye slid his body up and down a pole with ease, his body glimmering in the stage lights as his sweaty body rolled around the cool metal. The crowd cheered, leered, and demanded his attention. The pterodactyl had tried to resist, he'd had faint reservations, something was odd... but his mind had been subjected to so much hypnosis that his eyes were faint pinpricks behind the visor. This was his duty, to dance for the people, to show them his sexy body. He moaned as he slid down the bar with his legs, his erection rubbing on the pole as he hung upside down. "Who's having fun?" he asked, grinning out at his adoring crowd.

There was a roar of satisfaction from the crowd, Bullzeye's eye fluttering with pride as he grinned out at them. "For one hundred dollars, I'll cum on whoever wants me to," he announced, and hands went for wallets immediately. The dinosaur crawled across the stage seductively, his erection so hard it ached, his mind flooded with pleasure. This was his duty, that was what the visor told him, he was making the people happy.

From the crowd, Spike and Stegz both watched as their comrade blew his load over the face of an eager member of the crowd, the hundred dollar bill tucked into the side of the dinosaur's thong. Bullzeye soon was back on the pole, rotating and gyrating, his hard on lessened but not gone. This was their duty, that thought rang through all of their minds as they got back to work.

[c]***[/c]

When he woke up, T-Bone's head ached as he rubbed at his eyes, the visor momentarily off. His knees felt like he'd been on them all day, his mouth tasted... strange, and he smelled awful. He climbed his way out of bed, slowly crawling towards the kitchen to start his breakfast. The other members of the team were them, all of them quiet, a bit sore, and exhausted beyond belief. "What did you all think of the first day with the visors?" T-Bone asked, his memory filled with false memories of beating criminals and standing before cheering crowds.

"It was... great," Bullzeye groaned, stretching his back out as he readjusted his package. None of them seemed to notice their new outfits, their minds glossing over them.

"I want to put mine on right now," Stegz laughed, and they all went quiet as that thought hung in the air. They all left the kitchen to put on their visors, their expressions slack, and as they slid them back on happy expressions formed on their faces. The microwave pinged as the breakfast burrito was finished, but it would sit in there for the rest of the day untouched as the dinosaurs left to perform their duty once more.