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Listen. Relax. Obey.

By Lawson

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

"What?"

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

Standing there with his arms on his hips, the croc took in the odd sight that was happening before him. Ten years and the officer hasn't seen anything like this before. A red spandex singlet hugged the built lion's frame, the skin tight uniform like a second skin to the feline; accentuating the muscle and definition of his body. Though, power wasn't exactly emanating from the mystery cat's posture, he was dragging his feet on the ground, taking slow steps as if a puppeteer was above him and stringing along his moves. His eyes were distant, staring at some far off object, arms limp at his side, and a rather embarrassing amount of drool drawing a line down to his chin. Like the first zombie scene in a movie, it looked rather ridiculous, but instead of a zombie it was a walking talking muscled feline.

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

The croc had enough of this, taking a few steps over and pressing a hand on that firm chest.

"Alright buddy, prank's done, get on out of here."

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

Now the cop wasn't small either. Marco, they called him. Big burly beast of a man, larger than the delusional lion that had so easily annoyed him. His body was too big to fit in the ill fitting uniform, the fabric barely containing the muscles that pushed against it. If anyone could take the feline, Marco was the right man for the job.

Snapping his fingers a couple of times in front of the lion, he tilted his head and got a good look at those eyes. Yup, out of it, glassy eyes and vacant stare. He huffed and rested his hands on his waist, shaking his head in disbelief. A bit of drool began to seep out of of the shambling drone, the saliva slowly descending down his chin before landing on the ground. He was barely making any speed, it was a mystery how he even got this far without encountering anyone else.

Pressing a firm hand against the lion's chest, stopping him from taking another weak step, he stood in front of him and offered him an ultimatum.

"This some sort of new drug or something? Look, last chance bud, get out of here or else I'm gonna have to put you under arrest."

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

"Fine, have it your way."

Marco grabbed the wrist of the zombified lion, surprised at how easy he complied. Like a ragdoll his arms were grabbed up and positioned behind him, zip ties securing them together by the wrists. Slowly, but steadily Marco managed to shuffle his way towards his cruiser, muttering obscenities under his breath about how ludicrous this all was.

Like a cliche, a clap of lightning accompanied the doors of the police headquarters as they banged open with the shoulder of the crocodile. In tow, but very slowly, was the feline still repeating that odd mantra. Rain had decided to fall during the cop's return, and was Marco drenched with the lack of an umbrella. His prisoner was unfazed by how much water was on him, both of them dripping their way towards the cells.

"Huh, got a drunk one tonight Marco?"

The only other officer on duty during the night with Marco was Flynn, a socially inept leopard. He was just tapping away at the computer, his thick plastic glasses reflecting the monitor he was looking at.

"Solitaire? Did you finish the paperwork I asked you to do Flynn?"

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing's happened in the past month Marco, literally nothing happens in this town."

"Well, this guy here is something that just happened. Gonna lock him up for the night, get some answers in the morning."

"Yes, sir!"

Marco waves a hand dismissively at the sarcastic cat, tugging his captive towards the cells. A loud slurp of a soda could be heard as he padded away, and Flynn getting back to his virtual card game.

The cells were vacant tonight, four solitary rooms connected with a single hallway. Green steel doors acted as portals into their respective rooms, only activated with a button from the room outside. Cutting free the lion from his ties, Marco gave him a quick heave and a push and watched the cat stumble into the center of the room. He obviously wasn't in any rush to go anywhere and was rather content with repeating those words.

With a shake of his head Marco locked him in the cell with a loud buzz, signaling the doors as they slammed shut. Moving himself over to the lockers, he slipped out of his clothes and grabbed a towel off a nearby rack. Tossing his soaked uniform into a laundry basket and strode into the shower for a quick rinse.

But his relaxation was quickly cut short by the signature buzz of the cell doors being opened. Marco quickly left for the cells, wrapping the towel loosely around his waist and making short time of getting to his destination. It was only him and Flynn in the building, there should be no reason for the leopard to open the cells at all. It didn't take long for him to stand in the doorway to the control room, expecting that slacking coworker of his to be pulling a joke.

What he didn't expect however, was a rather large tiger pulling the lion out from the cell. His thumb acting as a leash to lead the feline around. Shorter than the brainless lion, the other cat was built rather impressively, broad shoulders, large chest, and all of it packaged in a nice black singlet. He would fit right well in a wrestling arena. But this wasn't an arena, it was a room leading into a police station's cell block, and here he was taking an inmate away.

The lion was gazing at a pendant that hung around the tiger's neck, gold chain and inlaid with a smooth amethyst stone. A snap came from the tiger, pointing at the crocodile, both of their vibrant purple eyes trained on him. A low voice rumbled from the the tiger.

"Restrain him."

"Slave hears and obeys."

Suddenly, the one lethargic feline moved with great speed. Marco was taken by surprise, taking a step back by the sudden change in nature of the prisoner. Thankfully to his size though, when the arms of the cat wrapped around him to knock him down he was able to stand his ground and push against him. His legs bent against the ground, using it as leverage to boost himself onto the lion. The surge in power from the push was enough to topple the lion, the croc straddling over him with his legs around his body. His kneecaps were pushed up into the armpits, preventing them from moving, but most of his attention was still focused on the tiger who did nothing but watch the short bout.

"I was contemplating taking you when I first saw you, but now I know that I must take you."

The feline intoned, a sly smile dragging across his face. Marco had no idea what the tiger was talking about, about to open his mouth to question him, but that thought was quickly shut down as soon as he laid eyes on that pendant. Farther away the rock looked smooth, calm on the surface, but upon closer inspection the croc could see intricate designs carved into it. They danced and spun around it, weaving across each other and pulling his attention in.

The effect of the pendant was visibly immediate, the active croc suddenly taking a more passive stance. Where his hands were busy holding down the lion, they were more resting on top of him now. His large frame slowly arching forward as it felt like a great weight was suddenly put on him, his body quickly sagging, but his eyes still intent on watching the pendant.

Something was wrong, he could feel it, but that color was draining away everything from him. Marco was trying to fight back, his eyes twitching every now and again and his mouth curling up into a snarl, but his body had fallen completely under the sway of the pendant. The tiger was amused by the futile attempt of resistance, taking a few steps and squatting to be eye level with his soon to be slave. He lifted the pendant off around his neck, raising it to be between the two of them. Holding it between a forefinger and thumb, a quick flick of the wrist sent the gem in a gentle rhythmic arc.

Marco was quickly fading away, each swing peeling at the last vestiges of his mind. The pendant was already enthralling just by the sight of it, but now it had the added stimulus of movement, making him even more exhausted. As he watched, the world around him drifted into darkness, the pendant swinging away in his vision. Before long a pulsating amethyst started to appear behind it, two rings of the rich hue acting as a backdrop for the tool. It was so hard to fight it, to just let the color wash over him and take him away. Then he heard the words.

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

This was the straw that broke the camel's back. A sudden wave of pleasure crashing down on him, drowning the croc that was once Marco into a permanent state of mindlessness. He couldn't feel the touch of the tiger as he gripped his pec, squeezing and groping his new prize. The other hand gently riding down his shoulder and arm, feeling the muscle and definition that was there. The only thing he could feel now was the pleasure that was come from listening, relaxing, and obeying. Deeper and deeper into the trance, he would begin to mouth the words, the command being engraved into the void of his mind. Eventually a fourth word would appear, slave.

The tiger smiled and patted the head of his new conquest, the empty body now leaning backwards, the arms resting at his sides, knuckles brushing the floor beneath him. The croc's eyes were rolled up, half lidded eyes occupied with white, and an open mouth drooling away. A long strand had managed to find its way all the way down the the chest of the lion beneath him. The tiger fastened the chain around his neck and clapped, ordering his thralls.

"Up."

Quickly and robotically they removed themselves from each other, both of them taking a military salute. Their legs glued together as their left arm stuck to their side and the free one pressed up against their right temple. Their master paced around them, using a single finger to drag itself across their bodies, inspecting them as if they were some sort of product. They might as well have been given how frozen their bodies were. He stopped in front of his newest acquisition, looking up at those blank white eyes.

"Look at me."

New amethyst pupils descended from their position, locking on to the one that owned them.

"Who are you?"

"A slave."

"What is your purpose?"

"To please Master."

The smile on the tiger's face widened, enjoying the amount of power he had over these two magnificent beasts. He turned on a heel, marching out towards the exit of the building, snapping and commanding his toys.

"Time to go home."

"Yes Master."

The trio quickly walked out of the front door of the building and the rain was still pouring out there, but the master had come in with an umbrella and the slaves were more than happy to hold it up for him. They were untroubled by the pelts of water that barraged them, only concerned for the well being and happiness of the one that controlled them.

Back at HQ, Flynn sat in his chair, his own eyes pulsating a violent purple. In front of him was his monitor, the screen the same color that had possessed all of those in the building, swirling away and sucking the remnants of free will that remained the leopard. Words flashed on the screen.

"Listen. Relax. Obey."

Perhaps if he had been a bit more built the tiger would have graced him with coming to his home. But, for now, he would have to settle with the spiral.