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Suggestions from the Audience

For Zaffre_Brooks

Themes : Stage Hypnosis, Chicken, Perception play

Zaffre stared at nothing at all, through the narrow slits of his almost-closed eyes.

He understood where he was, faintly. He was slumped in his chair, on a stage, in front of an audience. But that was all his brain could really focus on. Otherwise, it was quiet, and still, his mind completely focused on one task - listening. Waiting.

The panda had left him hanging for a little bit - they were talking to the audience, while Zaffre half-slept, and half-listened.

There were voices from the audience, too. But the otter wasn’t asked to listen to them. If they said anything important, the magician would relay it to him.

He smiled softly, his head very slightly swaying as he waited.

“Did you catch that?”

Zaffre sat upright, or tried to. “Huh…?”

“We just had a really good suggestion from the audience! An old classic! Let’s see it.”

Caught by the Angler

For Huntingdon

*Themes : Hypnosis, Bondage, Superheroes, Bad End *

Crowley couldn’t look away from Custodis.

Custodis glowed so brightly that his body had no definition to it; the only way one could have recognized him would have been by his unmistakable silhouette - bright, broad, muscular. He swayed from side to side, his hips making a seductive little curve in the air.

Custodis’ wingspan was spread wide. The pegasus’ plumage gleamed gold, with such a powerful lustre that Crowley could see his dusky black reflection in them. Custodis’ body - white-haired and gold-tattooed - was aglow with its own throbbing bright light. His body was like the white hot flame of a sun, with his wings forming the corona. The wings moved as though flapping in slow motion, folding inwards and unfolding again as the gleaming lustre of Custodis’ light caught off them and danced like sunlight on water.

Unprepared

For PoCat

Themes : Rule 34 (Pokémon), Hypnosis, Implied TF

Midnight Lycanroc were very easy to spot. Especially in the early evening when the sun was still out. Their crimson fur didn’t quite blend in the way the other types did.

The orange-furred cat saw an easy opportunity. He rolled over the purple pokeball in his hand. The pink bulbs on the top and the M embossed on the upper half begged him to use it on this one. It would be too easy… no need to fight it, which was ideal since he had no pokemon of his own. No badges, either. Maybe it was cheating trying to get a pokemon this good this early in his training career. But Pocat didn’t really care.

Goodra Recruitment

For Carmine

Themes: Rule 34 (Pokemon), Transformation, Goo

Obliviousness remained Trip’s greatest weakness. Whether it was mistaking a reddish rock for a Pokeball and flinging it at the nearest big guy he could see, or blundering into a Spinarak’s web, he was prone to getting himself into trouble in the wood.

He just couldn’t help but wander off the beaten path, his head looking one way and his body going the other.

He’d also chosen to go outside at night. On a stormy night, no less. The rain was pouring down in thick sheets, creating a constant drumming pitter-patter on every leaf and branch and rock.

Trip wasn’t wearing a raincoat, or holding an umbrella, which left him understandably drenched.

As the human meandered, he would invariably attract attention. And this particularly humid route had some rather unique denizens, brought out by the jump in humidity.

Some of them looked at him from treetops, having spent the better part of the afternoon climbing the bark to get up there. Others were lower to the ground, lurking just in the grass or keeping themself out of the human’s periphery.

All of them had a specific, unified purpose, though.

Cock-for-Brains

For Izzy

Themes : Genital Swapping, Body Modding, Public Nudity

I step into the club, two minutes before my set’s supposed to start, not a lick of setup done. I like to show up fashionably late; no one complains once I get going.

They’re here to see me, after all!

My face stares back at me from the DJ LAPINESCENCE posters on the doorway to the club. Damn, who’s that cute grey bunny with the sharp eyeshadow and the baggy, yet somehow slutty clothes? Oh, that’s me, of course~

The only difference is that I’m packing an extra tit, right between the two ‘usual’ ones. I decided to wear a tight sports bra, one that can barely hold all three of them - gotta make sure everyone gets a good look at my double-cleavage.

Reality-altering magic rocks. Especially when you see it take effect on the people around you. People see me, then their eyes go down to my chest, and they have a sort of ‘what-the-fuck’ look on their face just before their sense of what is normal is rewritten. I can see it happen. The shock fades away and their eyes just slide off my chest as they go back to their previous train of thought. Nothing abnormal about it, in their mind.

In fact, me having three tits is going to be the least ‘abnormal’ part of their night.

Not that they’ll know.

Dance Recital

For AlabasterTortoise

Themes : Hypnosis, Unaware, Humiliation, Ballet Outfit

Plié.

The ballerina remained still, and poised, and precise. He was in instrument, a machine made for one purpose - to show beauty, and grace.

Bryan’s legs bent out to the sides, his feet supinated to make a 180 degree angle. The black-scaled dragon’s arms made a hoop in front of him, his electric blue claws delicately touching together.

It was his first time performing, and even though he smiled wide, and his eyes glowed pink, he was nervous. After all his years of training, it was time to perform…

…Years?

…Since when was Bryan a ballerina? Did it suit his body? The pink leotard of his tutu clung very tightly to his muscular frame - a far cry from the normal petite shape of a ballet dancer. His huge, blue-scuted man-breasts were pushing out from either side of the leotard, with the two straps sort of getting stuck in the crevice between him.

Not to mention his tent. His tights were straining and tented, his cock sticking out straight in front of him and pushing up his tutu.

He looked ridiculous.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Blessed by a God

For LightSongFox

Themes : Stage Hypnosis, Perception Play, Memory Play, Guided Fantasy

Melody kept following the glittering pendulum. Her head was too heavy to move, and her eyes were getting more and more tired with each repetition. Her jaw hung open, and she was starting to drool over herself. But still, she stared, unable to imagine looking away for even a second. Her eyelids kept lowering, and she tried to pull them open again, but she couldn’t quite manage getting them far.

“You’re doing great.”

The praise roused her. She managed to lift her head. She could follow the little amber teardrop more easily again. She felt the stage lights on her, the hard chair under her rump, and the scent of the panda hypnotist’s cologne.

“And you’re listening so intently. So ready to carry out the instructions I gave you. When the amber vanishes from your sight, you’ll be deep in that headspace, and believing everything I asked you to believe.”

“Nn.” Melody nodded in agreement.

“Great. In three…. Two… one.”

The amber dropped down, down…

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Melody fell to her knees. Sitting before a God was a horrible insult. She glanced toward the chair - she’d been sitting on Their throne, too… a tower of ornate wicker that stretched up to the heavens. How had she been so insolent…?

The fox looked up at her God, her orange body quaking at the prospect of incurring Their boundless wrath.

“Sweet child…”

New Suit of Armor

For Sanmer

Themes : Hypnosis, Suit, Latex, Rule 34 (American Dragon Jake Long)

Generally, when a strange anonymous gift of a suit of futuristic armour shows up, you wouldn’t be wrong to suspect it as a trap.

Jake Long did too, at first. But something about the shiny, streamlined helmet spoke to him. Maybe it was the sharp red horns, almost like the wings of a fighter jet, painted red and streamlined. Or the toothy, smug smile on its muzzle, the sort of look across the bar that would lead to a one-night stand.

Maybe it was the pink gleam in the eyes that made him suddenly feel light in the head and stiff in the chest. Like love at first sight.

Of course, it wouldn’t fit him in his human form. It asked him politely to change to his true self, and he obliged. Flames wreathed the room and scorched the floor as the black-haired young man turned into a hulking crimson dragon.

He put it on with a smile on his face, and more of the pink light was waiting for him. It poured out from the eye-holes, but beamed directly into his eyes as well. A novel’s worth of subliminal words poured into his mind, too fast for him to begin to process. He listened intently though, hanging off the helm’s every word.

The sharp-clawed silver greaves fit him perfectly - like they were made for him, like the armour was his soulmate.

It was of course, how could it not be?

Normal

For Sheeplike

Themes : Hypnosis, Memory Play, Implied Infidelity

Leem was going to be normal.

They were digging their claws into their palm as they lingered in front of the apartment door. They’d already knocked, so it was a matter of seconds before it was opened.

They inhaled, held it, waited so they could just get this tension out of their system.

They’d come here following a horny impulse, but they’d managed to re-wrest control of their mind.

They’d just ask if Otis wanted to hang out for a bit, have a chat, remind them that he was just a regular dude, not this object of -

-Lust. The moment the door cracked open and the big pudgy donkey awkwardly leaned out to see who it was - in a tank top and sweatpants, no less - the feelings came surging back with full force.

“Hey Leem!” Otis said, smiling awkwardly and sweetly, his eyes wide.

Leem needed to see them full of spirals, and they needed it now.

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