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"Group Session"

It was cold outside, one of the downsides of living in New York was the fact that the winters were so frigid. Ethan made his way down Fifth Avenue and he hugged his coat to himself. He watched his breath curl in front of his face as he pushed his finger to the ridge of his glasses and pushed them up on the ridge of his nose. Glancing at the men and women around him in the crowd he shrugged coldly, even colder than the air around him.

"Fakes. All of them." He thought.

Ethan was convinced that people weren't all they seemed to be. He learned in college that people had certain inhibitions, certain... desires that they hid from people and from themselves at the same time. They wanted so much to convince themselves that they couldn't like it, they never thought to think that maybe they should every once in a while. To Ethan, it seemed to make all the sense in the world, to let loose with one's inhibitions. There needed to be some sort of a consistent idea, a 'suggestion' implanted in the minds of people that would make them think that their behavior is both expected and needed.

Jogging up the steps to the front door of the office building, he brushed past the doorman and entered the main lobby where he met a familiar face. "Oh, Bobby. Didn't expect to see you here."

The canid's ears perked, Bobby Jameson was a golden retriever mix. He was dressed warmly in a tan brown long coat that was wrapped tightly around his slim stomach and thick chest. He smiled one of his dog smiles, if he had a tail like his ancestors did the back of his coat would be wiggling back and forth with the excitement of seeing him. "Hey there Mr. F!" He exclaimed.

Ethan sighed. "Please don't call me that. You make me sound like a high school gym teacher."

"Sorry about that." His ears drooped a bit.

"So what are you doing here so early?"

The dog shrugged. "Oh, well Macy had an aerobics class this morning, so I had her run me by." He said as he followed Ethan to the elevators. "I hope that's okay."

"Your wife brought you here? She doesn't really ask about your sessions does she? I mean, she shouldn't be privy to them."

"Oh, heck no. I mean, she knows I'm seeing someone about my... problems. But she doesn't know about them in detail or anything." He shrugged as the two of them boarded the elevator. "It is kind of embarrassing."

"There's no need to be embarrassed about it, Bobby. What we explore is a perfectly normal aspect of your psyche. That's why I let you remember our sessions. All of the members in our class have the similar fetishes resolving around the same homoerotic ideas, it's fine..."

"Shh!" Bobby ushered, suddenly pushing Ethan against the wall of the elevator. "I don't want you to say that! Don't say that word, it makes me sound like a freak! I'm straight! I'm married!"

"Hey. I never said you weren't." Ethan said coolly. "It's a fantasy. All guys have this fantasy, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Bobby fell silent as the doors opened to release them into the hall. Immediately, Ethan saw another of his patients, Scott at the end of the hall leaning against the doorway into his office as if waiting for him to arrive. Scott was another anthro man, though his scrawnier rat form didn't really stand up to the more imposing look of the dog who growled on instinct as they approached. Scott jumped and sneered at Bobby. "Who is this, Doctor Franks?" He asked, his slim figure tightly wrapped in a white long sleeved shirt and black jeans.

"Easy. Scott Newman, this is Bobby Jameson." He said. "Another of my patients. In fact, you two are seeing me for practically the same reasons so I figured you two should meet and we can have a little group session."

"I'm not talking about my personal thoughts with this... dog."

"Thoughts? I didn't know rats had thoughts. I thought they had... other... things."

"Not the brightest golden crayon in the box, are we Mr. Jameson?"

"Enough. Both of you." Ethan said. "You both agreed during your sessions last week that you wanted to move to the next phase in our practice right? No matter the cost, you both wanted to explore other facets of your fantasies? Or was I mistaken?" He unlocked the door and opened it, gesturing with a hand for the two of them to enter.

Slowly, both men looked at each other, and then stepped into the office. As Ethan followed he heard a voice shout. "Hold up! Hold up!" From down the hall, and in a blur of speed, someone brushed past Ethan and entered the office as well. "Sly." He sighed.

Sylvester Franks was Ethan's adopted brother, also an anthro man unlike Ethan or his family, Sly was instead a cheetah. A rugged, windblown mane of fur spiked along the crown of his head, the spotted feline had eagerly seated himself behind Ethan's desk and kicked his feet up onto it. He was well built for a cheetah, not the slim wisp of a feline like most. Doctors suspected he may have been a mix of canine and feline parts, but had no clue how he would have survived childhood with such a mix, as such he was rendered incapable of having any children due to the mixture. He wore a leather jacket over a bright red buttoned polo underneath, a pair of tan cargo pants, this his feet, like most anthros who couldn't wear shoes, were bare.

"Am I late?" He asked.

"Like that would ever happen." Ethan sighed. "You wouldn't even be late to your own funeral, Sly."

"Hey, no need to get so cryptic, man." He smiled and looked at the others. "Hi. I'm Sly. Another patient of Ethan's here, though on a more personal level he's like a brother to me."

"Which makes that creepy on how many other levels?" Scott glared. "Are there any other patients you neglected to tell me about, Doctor? Or are we just going to invite everyone into this queer club while we're at it."

"Don't... don't use that word! I hate it!" Bobby shrieked.

"Now, calm down. All of you." Ethan said, putting his hands up and waving them at the others. "I called this meeting for all of you, and I really think a group session would really help everyone's anxieties and help relieve the inner-tension you've all built up around this common fantasy."

"How do you propose to do that? Unless all these guys are batting for the other team..." Scott suggested.

Sly scoffed. "Only at the top of the innings, buddy."

"Well, I had planned to introduce this a couple weeks down the line. But the fact that three of my most consistent patients are willing, I figured we'd try a little hypnosis and suggestion to unleash hidden wants and desires. Then when the session is over, you'd forget the details, but you'd feel somewhat fulfilled on a subconscious level. Does that sound like something you'd like to try out?"

"I don't really understand that, how would hypnosis help us get over these anxieties?" Bobby asked. "I just want to make these feelings go away for my marriage."

"Hey. I have a girlfriend I don't want to let down either." Scott snapped at the dog. "But I'm willing to try whatever it takes."

"The group hypnosis will help each of you live out your wants and desires on a physical level." Ethan explained. "What you remember when it is over is entirely up to you, you could choose to remember everything, and then cope with the results, or forget everything and just move on satisfied that you were helped."

"Hey that sounds like a plan." Sly said. "I sometimes get tired of these thoughts myself."

"O-okay... just as long as Macy doesn't know..." Bobby frowned.

"Great." Ethan said as he opened a door leading into a second room. "This is my conference room." He said, opening it into a wide open space, four chairs sat in a circle at the center of the room that was illuminated only slightly by light coming through the windows and a couple of fluorescent lamps hanging overhead. "Get as comfortable as you'd like and take a seat." He said, pulling a metal box from a shelf in the office. The cheetah and the retriever both removed their coats, revealing similar builds. Though Bobby was a bit thicker around his stomach and Sly was a bit thicker up top. As they sat down, Ethan put the box on the table and opened it to reveal a set of syringes with a clear substance in them. "Now, don't be alarmed. This is a serum I've derived that will temporarily lower your mental firing patterns and allow you to be open to suggestion." He said, looking up at the others and getting confused looks he sighed. "It's basically a hypnotic drug. There are no side effects in clinical trials and should run through your systems in about an hour." Taking the syringes he carefully lined up and injected a small amount of the liquid into his patients' arms. It was a chilling sensation for each of them, even Scott flexed his fingers as the tingling sensation took effect and he relaxed back in his chair. "Okay that should take effect relatively fast." He said. Standing up he turned off the overhead lights and illuminated a light on a small table, that he then moved into the middle of the group. "Now, I want you to watch this pendulum." He said as he lifted it and released, each time the pendulum reached the light in the middle it illuminated to the rest of them as they watched it. "Just relax, let your tensions melt away. Let the drug take its effect on you..."

To the other three the felt as though the pendulum was moving faster and faster as they watched. Each represented the major species to join humans as two-legged evolved creatures. And each represented and equal part of the former food chain; dog, cat and rodent alike. It was a part of Ethan's overall plan, and his heart raced faster as he watched each of his patients begin to relax and stare into the swinging light in front of them.

"Now, you've each shared your particular fetishes with me; all of them involve sexual contact with other men. I am asking you each now to consider living those fantasies with me, to satisfy your curiosities free of consequence. Does anyone object to this?" There was a long silence shared between the three of them, and Ethan's smile grew. "Good. Let's start this with you, Scott." He saw the rat's ears flick a bit at the mention of his name. "Care to tell us your fantasy?"

"Me? Why do I have to go first?"

"Someone has to." Sly said leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. "I'm actually pretty curious myself."

"I... ahh..."

"Just relax and keep looking into the light." Ethan said soothingly, allowing Scott to return his eyes to the pendulum. "Just let it come to you."

It's late at night, my eyes turn up to the clock and I see it's already a quarter past ten and the gym has been completely deserted with the exception of a cat sitting behind the front desk. He looks at me, a gaze that sends shivers down my spine. I know he's checking me out as I jog on the treadmill. I glance at him and return to the beat of the music playing in my ears. I'm building up a sweat and I sort of want him to look at me.

The sound of my phone ringing breaks my pace, but I silence it. The mood is broken already, so I bring my treadmill to a halt and start toward the locker room. Once I'm in there, I am hit by the smell of musk layered by air cleaner, it's a typical smell for a gym's locker room, I can hear the sound of the shower dripping in the distance.

"Hello?" I ask, not even thinking that I was the only one in there.

Stepping across the floor is cold, damp from earlier use. I approach my locker and open it, suddenly spotting the cat from the desk opening the locker behind me. He starts to strip his clothes off, revealing a rather impressive, thick body. I try not to look at him, but I can't help it as I peel the clothes off my scrawny form. I take a towel and wrap it around my waist before looking at him and finding he's not half undressed yet. He's fidgeting with his watch or... maybe he's just watching me. I make my way to the showers, but I find that they're a communal shower and not separate stalls, which makes me even more nervous as I turn on the water. I feel the water streaking down my body and I'm doing my best to put those thoughts out of my mind when suddenly he grabs me and shoves me against the wall. His body is pressed against me, his chest holding my back against the wall as he kisses me aggressively, his large hand grasps my waist while his other one moves down and grabs my ass. His tongue is rough in my mouth and I can barely breathe because I'm so nervous. My legs wrap around his waist and pull him toward me. I feel him penetrate me and I cry out, filling the room with my moans as he takes me...

"A-and I guess that's about it." He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

There was a visible tent in the rat's trousers, Ethan only noticed because that story gave him an erection as well. As his hand worked over the bulge slightly, he realized that the others also had similar responses. This was good. "Well, that...." He cleared his throat. "That's more than enough to imagine." He said. "Now, I want you to relax Scott, close your eyes. Imagine yourself there at your gym. I want you and Sly here to re-imagine your fantasy and make it become real." He looked at Sly, whose eyes were closed as well, his thick chest expanding and contracting slowly. "Would you like that, Sly?"

"I... think so." He said.

"Now, see yourself at the gym, Scott." Ethan turned back to the rat. "You've finished your workout, your phone goes off..." He dialed the number into his cell phone and suddenly, Scott's phone rang. Picking it up, Scott's expression seemed almost vacant as he clicked the button to ignore the call. "Now, you're in the locker room, both of you start to strip off your clothes, let it feel the way you did in your imagination, Scott..."

Gradually the scene began to unfold. As Sly began to unfasten his shirt, Scott couldn't help but look over his shoulder at him, admiring the muscular form unveiling itself as the two stripped down. Scott removed his shirt first, then unfastened his belt and removed his pants. He had a pair of boxers on underneath, white with a light blue checker pattern. Ethan glanced to Bobby, who had remained silent the entire time. He had a vague look of confusion on his face, but the drug seemed to be getting him into the scene as well. The canine unconsciously stroking at the bulge in his pants. Ethan reached down and led his finger along the trail of his zipper, exposing himself to the cool air still present in the room and he unbuttoned his pants, releasing himself the rest of the way as he stared at both Scott and Sly's naked bodies as they completed their stripping.

Scott's dark brown fur had a long patch of white that exposed against his chest and trailed down clear between his legs leaving only another spot of brown on his balls, which swung a bit. Like most rats, they were slightly engorged and fell back slightly as he stood up. He was hard as a rock already, as if he were expecting the lustful conclusion. Sly wasted no time though and turned around immediately and pushed the rat to the wall, causing him to squeak as his back struck. His erection was a long, thick strand of pink flesh with a cropped top as it crossed like a sword with Sly's on larger, uncut member. They kissed loudly, and the inhale from the rat could be heard across the room as Sly grabbed his hip and pulled it to him, pressing their cocks in between them. Sly growled in spite of having his mouth occupied and gripped Scott's ass, causing one of his legs to lift up. Sly broke his kiss long enough to lick his palm and start rubbing it over his shaft. Scott's other leg lifted a bit, allowing the cat to bear the full brunt of his weight as his legs met around Sly's waist and pulled him into him.

"AHHH!" Scott cried out, his head flapping hard against the wall behind him as Sly adjusted and pushed himself inward. It was an instant before Scott's shaft flopped and twitched aggressively against his stomach.

Looking over at Bobby, Ethan felt his hand touch something wet as the dog had pulled his own pants down to his knees and was sitting there, idly stroking himself as he watched. Ethan grinned; this was working out better than he could have planned. But he kept his distance, he wanted Bobby to examine his own fetish before having his fun. At this point though, all four men were naked; two were sitting and staring at the two who were standing and fucking against the wall.

Sly growled and bit down on Scott's neck, making him whimper and cry out. It wasn't mentioned in his fantasy how far he and his feline lover went, but it felt like they were just going with the flow at this point. Deeper and deeper the feline plunged, his cock pressing the muscled walls of the rat's ass apart as he pushed himself in to the hilt again and again, their balls meeting in the middle as they kissed. Scott's fingers dragged along Sly's muscular back leaving trails in the fur as he moved his hands, one underneath the rat to support him while the other clutched at the wall, his claws digging in and dragging lines down the paint as he growled and lustily thrust into Scott again, and again.

"Nnnnh!" Scott grunted, feeling shocks of pleasure shoot through his ass and into his loins. "AHH! FUCK!" He cried out suddenly pulling himself away from Scott's lips as he came hard and began to coat his stomach and chest with wet streams of white that vanished into the similar colored pelt. Aggressively, Sly took Scott's mouth again working up to a deep, low growl as he then grunted loudly. He released the kiss with a feral cry into the air as he came. Plunging in deep and staying there, his entire body flexed in muscle as a slow, steady tap of white began to drip down between them. Softly, Sly dragged his tongue along the rat's lips, grinning as he drank in the after effects of the orgasm.

When Sly released him, Scott felt a weight of cum drain down from his ass and he wobbled a bit before collapsing into his chair breathing heavily.

"Very nicely done you two. You sure had me convinced." Ethan complimented before looking at Sly. "Sylvester, I know you're still recovering but I think we all know the insatiable drive of any cat." He chuckled at Sly's knowing glance. "What is your fantasy as the only bisexual member of our crew."

Sly's ears flattened a bit, clearly hiding a blush under his fur. "Well... I'm only really bi in the sense that I could see guys the same I see girls. I never really thought about--"

"But you've just had some amazing sex with Scott here." Ethan interrupted. "What is it you're really afraid to unleash."

Well, to put it simply; I'm not exactly new to the scene, but I've always been a bit of a show off, so I know where to hit other guys when it comes to dressing for the occassion. This night is one of those nights as I enter the leather bar downtown. It's cold, but I'm practically naked, my body fully exposed to everyone who would look. Normally, I bail after a few rounds of drinks, but tonight a couple guys catch my eye. They're not bigger than me, no actually they're smaller, but more aggressive, and man are they strong. I find myself in the bathroom, its stark white urinals on one grossly moss-green wall while green stalls adorn the left side of the room. I step into one of the stalls to take a piss, and that's when I notice a cock, peeking its way through a hole in the wall in front of me. I don't normally go for moves like this, but tonight I really just want the taste of it, so I bend down and wrap my lips around it. I can taste its salty warmth and it feels so intoxicating I begin to move my head back and forth, just wanting it to spit at me.

Suddenly the door to the stall opens behind me and the other guy grabs my waist, he sticks his finger in my ass, which hurts for a moment, but that soon disappears and its replaced by a wet, and hungry tongue. It drives itself in deep, and I moan... and it's then I realize that I want to be used by these guys, I want to be fucked hard by them. That's never happened to me, I've always been the one to be in control.

"Hey!" Sly cried out as he was suddenly pushed over the chair by Ethan. "What're you doing?"

Ethan grinned and grabbed Sly's ass. "Just helping you out, brother." He said as Scott stepped into place, his own erection having recovered from his previous fun with the cat, he dragged it along his lips. "Just give in to it." Ethan said, crouching behind Sly and rubbing his ass, pulling the cheeks apart as he did. "You'll enjoy this one." He said.

The feeling of Ethan's tongue dragging from his balls to his ass made Sly gasp loudly, accidentally allowing Scott's member to push into his maw. He moaned and grunted in muffled cries. Ethan pulled back his tongue, occasionally swapping it with a finger as he tried to loosen Sly's hole some. Slipping his tongue back in he began to push in even further enjoying how clean his adopted brother liked to keep himself. Meanwhile, Scott hissed and slowly thrust himself in again and again, feeling the cat's rough, wet tongue drag along his flesh. The feeling was maddening and several times he had to pull himself back from cumming so quickly. Soon, Ethan dragged his tongue to the small of Sly's back, while standing he lined himself up against the warm flesh and pulled back on the cat's shoulder, slowly sinking into his ass.

"Mmmhh!" Sly cried out, but kept his lips suctioned on the shaft in his mouth. He panted and inhaled loudly before exhaling hard, already feeling completely aroused at this sudden use. All the while, he felt Ethan's hands grab his cheeks, and push them apart, squeezing them generously as he fucked him harder and deeper.

"S-so... tight..." Ethan panted as he pushed himself in as hard as he could and pulled himself all the way to the tip. His second lunge seemed stronger than his first, then stronger after that, causing Sly to nearly fall off the chair. "Ohhh fuck... it feels too good... I'm g-gonna..." He grunted loudly, suddenly firing his load into Sly's ass. He felt it fill and he felt some of it drain immediately out between them, but Sly felt it too and moaned loudly as he was used.

"Hnnngh!" Scott grunted not long after, suddenly cumming into Sly's mouth and turning the cat's moans into gurgles, which he then swallowed. Their bodies pressed together several times as they accordioned the feline in between them before finally releasing him from their grasp.

Ethan was panting when he finally returned to his chair and looked at Bobby, who stared at him nervously. Ethan smiled a bit. "Now come on, Bobby... what's... your ideal fantasy? Don't leave our friends in the dark. Coming from a controlling household and wife, you've always wanted to just let loose didn't you?"

Bobby frowned and nodded. "Ye-yes... I guess so."

The alley is dark, I-I think it's night out. The air is cold but for some reason I'm almost naked. Suddenly, I'm surrounded by three men who proceed to force themselves on me. I'm alarmed at first; I can hear the sound of an ambulance somewhere off in the distance and I cry out for help, but nobody can hear me. Suddenly, I'm thrown to the ground and one of them grabs my ears, pulling me back roughly as I am stuck on my hands and knees. He... sticks it in me and I cry out from the pain, but the pain slowly settles and I see the second one in front of me, showing me his ass. I lick it hesitantly, the smell of smoke hiding his scent so I can't recognize him later. I am coaxed on top of him and feel my cock slide in. It feels good, and I rock forward, making him moan as I feel the one behind me thrust hard, making me push deeper and deeper into the one in front of me. I begin to moan and wail uncontrollably, and that's when the third one comes in, a big brutish fellow who sticks his cock into my mouth, silencing me immediately...

Bobby's voice trailed off as he lost himself in thought. "That... that's usually when I get myself off." He said. "Normally I use my fingers or--or a bone I have laying around the house and--hey!" He cried as Ethan suddenly grabbed Bobby and threw him to the floor. "What are you--?" He panted as he tried to get up, only to feel the doctor's hand aggressively force his head to the floor, his backside elevating into the air. Without any lube or even spit to slicken the shaft, the man lustily pressed his cock to the dog's tight hole and forced his way in.

"AHHH! AHHH! That hurts! That--" He collapsed to the floor a moment, and began to moan as the human's smooth shaft slid into him, now finally loosening the muscles around his ass for him. "Ohhhhh..." he whimpered. "God..." He moaned loudly and began to pant as he noticed Scott prone before him, his ass in the air as well. Living up to his dream he was convinced he was a part of, Bobby could hear the siren going off in the distance, the cold air of the night alley. He spread Scott's cheeks apart and dragged his tongue along it. He could taste the dried cum from Sly's earlier assault, but he didn't care he panted and lapped at the hole a few times before climbing up.

"Oh yeah... yesssss..." The rat hissed as he felt the dog's tip graze his ass and press inward. "Nnnnf.... fuck..." He panted as his hole stretched with this new user. He shivered and clawed at the floor, instantly getting hard once again.

Looking up, Bobby noticed Sly now standing over Scott gently bobbing his cock gainst the dog's nose. Bobby inhaled and grabbed the shaft with his hand, angling it down he took it into his mouth as Ethan thrust into him, pushing him deeper and harder into Scott's hole.

It didn't take Bobby long to reach his climax. He gagged slightly as he opened his mouth for a moan. He came hard, making Scott cry out and orgasm himself. The smell of their musk reached the air first.

"Oh yes.... yes... excellent pr-progress..." Ethan whimpered.

"Nnnghrah!" Sly cried out loudly as he came. He grabbed Bobby's head as he orgasmed and shook violently. Ethan watched as Bobby's cheeks puffed up briefly like balloons, he was clearly not able to swallow everything the cat had to offer. The muscles of the dog twitched and clenched as he came again suddenly unloading along the rat's ass and balls and that sent Ethan over the edge as well.

"AHHH!" Ethan cried out suddenly spilling his cum both inside and outside the dog's body as his climax continued even after slipping out.

All four men laid for a long while on the floor, strewn across each other's bodies, each taking in what the others had done for them, and it was harder for all of them to finally get up and dress to leave.

"Thanks." Scott said as he walked to the door. "Maybe... maybe I should take a few more risks, hmm? Especially with the bad luck I've had with my girlfriend lately."

"Yes." Bobby added as he opened the door. "Maybe Macy and I should have a little talk about things too... you might have said that we'd forget about this, but maybe I--" He paused, mid thought. "What was I talking about?"

Ethan smiled. "We were talking about you coming back next week for another session." He said. "We still have a lot of progress to make. But yes, be sure to talk to your wife about her being less controlling. Make sure she's right for you, you know?"

"Oh. Right." He said and smiled at Sly and Scott. "Pleasure meeting you all." He said as he turned and left.

"What's with him?" Scott asked. "Guess he's just a nervous sort." He groaned and ran his hand along his backside. "I think I'm going to hit the market on the way home though, for some reason my ass is killing me!"

Both Sly and Ethan laughed a bit as Scott waved and disappeared from the door. Ethan closed the door, then was surprised as his brother put his arms around his shoulders, leaning on him. "So... what was in those syringes anyway?" He asked. "Because that was one cold placebo."

"Just water." Ethan explained. "But what made you think it was a placebo?"

"Because I'm not fooled by things like that."

Ethan chuckled. "Well next week, I'll have to remember that then."

THE END