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A Long Drop

for Sylvaticus

by Draconicon

Carrow wasn't having a bad day when he went to visit a fellow hypnotist, but the mouse knew that one didn't have to be having a bad day to visit someone else that practiced the mental arts. As much as they were used to make things better for those that were in need, they were just as useful for making people who were just okay feel great.

The nights were long at this time of year, and the mouse walked down the street with his eyes down on the snow-covered sidewalks. It crunched under his boots, and he could already feel the cold seeping down into his pockets as he hustled along. It wasn't enough that the lack of sun had already claimed the best of his moods: now it had to claim his warmth, too.

The brown-furred mouse rounded the corner, seeing the little neon sign that proclaimed the workplace of 'The Wonderful Whirlpaw!' He chuckled under his breath, a rather rueful sound, as he walked up to the door and pushed it open.

There was nobody else in the waiting room, unsurprisingly. It was a bit late, the last hours of the day when the office was in the process of closing and nobody else was waiting for a final appointment. The only way that someone would be here would be if some jerk decided to come in and make a fuss about things. Carrow delicately reached back, flicking his finger across the lock as the door closed. That should solve that problem.

Sitting down on one of the plush office chairs, Carrow glued his smile to his face and waited for the red squirrel to be done with his day. It was a familiar feeling, really.

Can't believe that I used to keep coming here every week...

Admittedly, it had been a long time since he had been here as a regular patient. Carrow came by from time to time to visit his old friend and to do the occasional touch-up on his own mental state, but he had recovered from his difficulties...for the most part. Tonight was one of those times when he felt like he could use a booster.

Not badly, he told himself, reminding himself. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but...just a little booster.

And that was the truth. The winter season had started affecting him. Not as bad as it would with those that had a seasonal depressive disorder, but enough to start making him feel down on himself. A few little questions about whether he deserved to run his own business, if he was good enough as a hypnotist and a person to be trusted with that sort of power had been enough to tell him to get his butt down here. Hopefully, Sciurus - the Wonderful Whirlpaw - would be open for a bit of a late-night chat for the night...and maybe a little more.

He leaned back in his seat a bit more, his head resting against the wall. The mouse took a deep breath -

"- and that should be all you need. Same time next week?"

The voice of the squirrel pulled him forward again, and he opened his eyes to see his old friend guiding a little female mouse out of his office. Carrow flicked his tail out, unlocking the front door before either of them could notice.

As he stood up, his long brown coat falling from the chair to his ankles, both the squirrel and his patient looked up. Sciurus smiled.

"Carrow. Long time, no see."

"Yes, well, I don't usually need to come out here, but...you know how things are."

"Yes, my friend, yes, I do."

The mouse looked back and forth, muttering under her breath. Sciurus patted her back.

"I'll call you for your next appointment, Jennifer. Take care on your way home."

"Yes, Mr. Whirlpaw..."

As the female left, the two hypnotists were left alone in the lobby. Carrow rubbed the back of his head, shaking it from side to side.

"Sorry about interrupting the end of your last session. I didn't know if you'd be occupied or not."

"Oh, it's hardly an issue. Besides, you're an old friend. You can interrupt however you like." He chuckled. "What's up?"

"Can we talk about this at your place?"

"If you need to, sure. Snuggle session?"

"And hypnosis..."

"Sure. Let me get my coat, and we'll head right out."

He nodded, sitting down once more. From experience, he knew that the other hypnotist would be a little while getting dressed. That long squirrel tail took a lot of convincing to go anywhere, and it was cold enough that even that fuzzy thing needed to be wrapped up.

Despite his thoughts, the mouse chuckled as Sciurus bumped into the door frame of his office, that huge red-furred tail swinging about like a bludgeoning club. It was no different from the first time that he'd been here, and somehow, that made him feel better.

It was a short taxi ride back to the squirrel's house. It was a small building situated between two larger ones, though the walls were thick enough to keep all the outside noise from getting through and ruining the visits that people had with the squirrel. Carrow knew from experience that the house was quiet enough that a trancing session wouldn't be interrupted, either, which was all for the good. Interrupted trances were...well, they weren't good for the patient.

He hung up his coat in the entryway besides Sciurus's, and the pair of them made their way down the hall to the living room. Warmly appointed with candles and a fireplace that started burning with the flick of a match, the wood-lined room gave a warm glow to the house and made him feel as comfortable as ever.

As the mouse sank into one of the plush armchairs that lined the room, Sciurus tossed his hat over the side of a lamp and sat down across from him. There was nothing said. Neither of them needed to say anything after so many appointments together. No questions about what was wrong, no requests for help, nothing of the sort.

All they did was look at each other, the red squirrel smiling as his tail danced back and forth behind him like a fuzzy metronome. For his part, Carrow watched it out of the corner of his eye, his subconscious already keeping track of the tick-tock motions, counting them as it had been trained to do in all the other appointments.

The heat in the room had a soothing effect, the candles and the fireplace making the room glow with warmth almost to the point of feeling stifling. Almost, but not quite, still on the side of comfort rather than discomfort. The mouse slumped further down in his chair, letting the relaxation slip into his bones, the heat driving the cold out of him.

Without his coat, he must have looked a bit silly. A t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of formal shoes: they were all a part of a mismatched outfit disguised by the professional coat that he had been wearing. It felt like a metaphor for his life, sometimes, feeling like he was some sort of mismatched person inside of a professional persona.

"No, no," Sciurus said, shaking his head. "Just relax."

"Sorry. Hard sometimes," he muttered.

"I know. Just try and focus on the tail again."

Twitch-twitch. Tick-tock. The slow motions of the tail were smooth and gentle, something that dragged his attention back to it in short order. He drifted on the waves of relaxation, of warmth, of safety, and that was all that mattered.

Each slow sway of that tail pulled him down a little bit further, dragging him forward like a slow set of steps down a set of stairs. Each tick-tock sway was like another step, another bit of descent, and Carrow allowed himself to fall into it.

Just because he knew that it was hypnosis didn't mean that he was invulnerable to it, particularly as the mouse allowed himself to keep relaxing, falling deeper into the trance that Sciurus was pushing on him. The feeling of his body going limp, his eyes slowly closing, everything going warmer and softer felt amazing after so long being on point.

I need a vacation, he thought. Just...just a week off. No responsibilities...being taken care of...

He sighed under his breath, his eyes slowly closing to slits as he watched the squirrel's tail flick back and forth, back and forth. Further and further down he went, his mind pulled forward, enticed into that soft, gentle warmth of a relaxed mind.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, my friend?" Sciurus asked.

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"It's so much better when someone else takes care of you, isn't it?"

"Better than...doing it to...myself..."

"Heh, I can tell."

Carrow wondered, briefly, what that was supposed to mean. His curiosity faded quickly in the face of the hypnosis, however, and soon he was drifting down again, falling further and further into the soft, relaxed warmth of being in someone else's power. His eyes closed down to the slightest of slits, barely able to see through them as the tail continued to bob.

"That's it, my friend. Let it all fade away. All those worries, all those cares. They're so heavy on your shoulders, aren't they? The cares of your clients, the worries about yourself. They're so heavy, so impossibly heavy on your back. Feel the weight. Feel the heft of it as you sit, as you watch. Tick, tock, tick, tock."

With each little tick-tock, the mouse felt the weight more and more as a physical thing on his back. He groaned under his breath, trying to shift, but the tick-tock movements were dragging him down, impossible to escape, impossible to slide out from under.

"It's so heavy. You agreed to take it, and you want to. It doesn't hurt you, but it's so heavy, so much, that you need to put it down from time to time. Don't you? Don't you want to let it go, want to put it down?"

"Mmmph...yes...so...heavy..."

The mouse felt like he was being crushed. Not painfully, but like he was trapped, like he was finally admitting to what he had been carrying for so long. Sciurus was right, too. He wanted to hold that for others, to be better for them, to do better for them, but...

But it was so heavy...

The mouse tilted from side to side despite himself, his eyes still mostly closed, his shoulders hanging down as if they really were supporting hundreds of pounds of weight that other people had piled on. Carrow leaned forward, feeling like he might fall out of his chair.

"Do you want me to help you, my friend?" the red squirrel asked.

"Yes...please..."

"Then listen to my voice. I'm going to count down from ten..."

"Count down...from ten," he muttered.

"And with each count, you're going to feel that weight shrink. You're going to feel more and more of all that weight you're carrying slide away, falling to the side. It will feel so good, so relaxing, that you'll fall deeper and deeper into trance to get more of that wonderful, relaxing, warm feeling. Do you understand?"

The mouse nodded, unable to speak as he felt like he was being crushed into the chair under the weight of other people's problems, expectations, and more. He had taken them on, but he wasn't ready. He needed...he needed help...

"Ten..."

The first number took some of that pain away, dragging it off his shoulders, sliding it to the floor. Carrow gasped softly despite himself, his head lolling to the side.

"Nine. Getting lighter, lighter, and lighter still."

Carrow slumped back against the chair again, feeling his breath coming to him easier, able to fill his lungs in slow, easy breaths as the weight slid off him. He felt...better. Not perfect, yet, but better, and more relaxed.

"Eight...seven...six..."

His breathing slowed more and more. Not because it was harder, but because it was easier, because he was sleepier. Each number helped him go further down, further and further away from his conscious thoughts, further and further from the feeling of being overwhelmed. He felt better and better with each word, more limp, more...empty.

Floaty.

Good.

The mouse smiled as the numbers continued to drop, falling closer and closer to one. He almost felt like he was weightless by the time that they hit three, and if he had been able to shift from the couch, he imagined that he might have floated away at two.

His mind was empty, cleared of all the worries and nervous anxieties that had piled up over the last few days. Carrow stared ahead, watching as the tick-tock tail continued to bob back and forth, and he belatedly realized that the squirrel had lifted his hand, showing off the little swirling light that danced and spun against his palm.

Falling...further...

The spiral pulled at his attention. The mark that had given the squirrel the nickname 'whirlpaw' continued to spin and suck, pulling at the little bit of mental energy that he had left. Little by little, it dragged him down, even as Sciurus said the last word.

"One."

And that took him the rest of the way. Carrow slumped back fully in the armchair, his eyes closed completely. He couldn't even see the twitching tail, or the swirling paw, or anything else. All he saw were the insides of his eyelids, a comforting darkness that left him feeling...blank. Not empty, but blank, waiting for someone to tell him what to do rather than the other way around. For once, he was the one that needed to be given direction, rather than the one giving it.

He couldn't move, and he didn't want to.

He couldn't think, and he didn't want to.

All he had to do was exist, wait, and do what someone that knew better than him said. That was good, and it would be good.

Sciurus smiled to himself, shaking his head despite the fact that he had a nearly-unconscious man across from him. Carrow had always been an easy subject, despite the pair of them sharing most of the same knowledge about hypnosis. The mouse liked to slip down into trance.

In truth, he was pretty sure that Carrow just liked having other people tell him what to do. The poor guy was constantly stressed out, and that was mostly from the responsibilities that were poured onto him constantly. One after another, always demanding his attention, always forcing him to be forward, present, an adult for the world that was filled with children. It wasn't an easy life for anyone, and for someone that was already broken down to a major extent...

Still, he's doing better, he thought. Better than he was, for sure.

When they'd first met, Sciurus had been one of the only ones that Carrow could relax around. Already fairly accomplished with hypnosis, the squirrel had been the one to start nudging Carrow down the path towards expanding his own knowledge on the subject. They'd worked together, even going so far as to share some of their findings and techniques with each other.

Of course, there was never any question about who was the one in charge. Sciurus had always been the one to take charge when they were together, and no matter how much Carrow improved, he never saw that changing. He was always going to be the one calling the shots, and the squirrel was fine with that.

He crossed his arms as he watched the mouse's chin sink down to his chest, the other guy finally completely entranced and looking like he was ready for the next step. After all, why shouldn't the squirrel have a little fun with things?

"You are deeply entranced, now. Your mind is so far away, your thoughts and fears completely cast off. They're nothing more than rubbish behind you, rubbish that someone else is already picking up. There's no responsibilities for you here, no worries, no cares. Just the chance to relax and recover."

Carrow sighed, and there was a definite note of happiness in the sound. No surprise there, either. The poor guy looked like he had just thrown off a ten-ton weight from his shoulders. He chuckled, shaking his head.

He's going to need to stay overnight, the squirrel knew. No bed, but that's not really a problem.

He flexed his tail. Now that Carrow wasn't staring at it constantly, he could let it relax, easing the stiffness that came from popping it back and forth for so long. Running his fingers through the thick fur, he allowed himself a moment of admiration for the long limb, smiling as he brought it around to his lap.

His tail was one of his best features, he had always said, and not just for how well it hypnotized people. Even for a squirrel, he had a long tail, flexible, too, and it was perfect for wrapping things in.

Not yet, though.

Sciurus smiled throughout his ruminations, petting his tail as he looked at the mouse. He cocked his head to the side, looking down the hall.

"It's so relaxing in there right now, so very soothing to be so deep in trance. It's easy to let my words just echo around in there, my words the only thing that you need to pay attention to. It's simple, so easy to listen to the only thing that penetrates your head right now. So relaxing to let someone else do the thinking, the speaking for you."

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, yes, it is. So relaxing, in fact, that you will grow ever more relaxed with everything that you are asked to do. Nod if you understand."

The mouse did, only to moan softly afterwards, almost like he had just been hit with a dopamine rush. Not too surprising, there: going deep into trance allowed many things to feel good.

"Very good. You are doing so well, getting more relaxed and more obedient the deeper that you go into trance. That's so good. You are so good."

And the mouse smiled through the trance, and Sciurus smiled back. All was proceeding as it was supposed to, and he was happy to see that his friend was slipping further and further into the much-needed trance. The fact that Carrow's clothes no longer seemed so tight, the fact that his shoulders were no longer hunched, spoke to how badly he needed this.

Despite the fact that the mouse obviously needed this more often than he was getting it, the red squirrel didn't go so far as to implant a command to come back to his office. Much as Sciurus wanted to help, he knew that Carrow needed to fight his own battles. He needed to earn the confidence that came with being independent. Sure, he needed more support than he was currently giving himself, but that was something that the mouse could learn over time.

And until then, the red squirrel would continue supporting his friend in the best way that he could.

"Now, you want to stretch your legs. After all, you need to relax, and to relax, you need to be stretched, not stiff, right?"

"Mmmph..."

"Stand up."

It was a simple little command, something that he had done a number of times, and just like every time previous, Carrow stood up without complaint. The mouse sighed happily again, probably getting that same dopamine hit that came as a reward for obeying the hypnotist.

Sciurus nodded, gesturing down the side corridor.

"Start by walking down the end of the hall. Raise your arms, like a sleepwalker."

It was hard not to smirk as Carrow lifted his arms as he was instructed. It wasn't a cruel thing, but...well, it was rather amusing. The mouse's eyes were still closed, his body relaxed and limp like someone that really was sleepwalking.

And as he walked, it was clear that he was completely unaware of what he was doing. He wobbled slightly with every step, carrying himself along by the unspoken command in his head, yet there was no stress, no anxiety of a blind man trying to find his way around. All there was was a simple happiness in following orders.

Sciurus got to his feet as the mouse reached the hallway, following behind his friend and patient as he made his way down the passageway. Carrow wasn't quite snoring, but he knew that the mouse would start if he made the slightest reference to it.

Always was a good trancer, he thought. Pity that he fights commands so much. At least, the long-lasting ones.

It was the hard process of embedding triggers into the other man's head that had stopped him from doing that, or at least, from doing much of it. Carrow always fought the long-term stuff on the deep levels, and considering the additional stress that caused the mouse, Sciurus didn't want to make it worse for him after these sessions were over.

Not that there weren't temptations, he supposed as he followed the mouse down the hall, smiling at his outstretched arms, tilted head, slow steps that extended his legs further than a natural walk would. Carrow was a good man, but he could always be made better...

Not happening, Sciurus reminded himself. Not happening.

Instead, he just guided his friend up and down the halls of his home, telling him where to go, keeping the sleepwalking going for as long as he could. Each outstretched step, each long pace from one spot to another, seemed to help the mouse relax that little bit more. Soon, his head was drooping down, a little drool sliding out of the corner of his mouth. The squirrel reached over, dabbing it away with a chuckle.

"I think that's enough for now," Sciurus said.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, you're so relaxed now, aren't you?"

Another moan, followed by a slow groan as the mouse leaned against the hallway wall. Sciurus knew the signs. He was completely out of it, now, the obedience pushing him to be more and more tired the more that he did for his hypnotist. It was probably close to time to end the session, but he was pretty sure that Carrow could take a little more.

"Relax, and follow me."

The mouse barely managed to stumble along, his arms too limp to rise, too out of it to really realize what he was doing. It was almost cute, considering how tight and tense his face had been only a few hours ago. The squirrel chuckled, shaking his head as he led his old friend down the hall to his room.

The room wasn't that large, considering his modest means. He tended to live quietly, making sure that his finances went towards his office more than anything else. The squirrel had a bed that he occasionally shared with others, but for now, it was better put to use by giving them a place to rest.

Directing the mouse to the foot of the bed, he had Carrow kick off his shoes. Nothing else, though. They weren't going to bed for a rut or something like some of the other, less ethical hypnotists did with their patients. He was just going to help his friend relax, help the mouse fall deeper into trance, and wake up with a good feeling of relaxation and freshness, ready to face the day again.

He joined the mouse on the bed, but rather than reach out with his hands, he reached out with his tail. The long, fluffy limb slowly coiled around the mouse like a snake might have done, slowly wrapping further and further up him, making his brown-furred body disappear in the red coils.

Little by little, Carrow disappeared, soon up to his waist in tail, then his chest, then further up towards his neck and shoulders. Even though his tail was not quite as sensitive as his hands, Sciurus could still feel the details. He could feel his friend's muscles, fur, clothes against him.

"That's it. Relax in the coils of my tail," he said, whispering quietly. "Relax, my friend, and slide deep into sleep..."

If there had been anything left of the mouse's conscious mind, the constant repetition of 'relax' and the warmth of the squirrel's tail seemed to sap it away. Carrow leaned back, his head lolling back into the folds and coils of Sciurus's tail at his neck, and then started to snore.

The squirrel chuckled, pulling his tail close. It wasn't quite a cuddle, as there was something rather substantial between them, but he gave his friend a squeeze through his tail regardless. Carrow would appreciate it in the morning, he was sure, and there was plenty that he could do for the moment.

He laid back, pulling the mouse down onto the bed with him. Holding up his hand, he made sure that his palm pointed away from him for the night, the swirling patterns on it directed towards the mouse's face. If Carrow happened to wake up in the middle of the night and start sliding out of his trance, that would put him back down again in short order, keeping him from panicking or squirming when the squirrel wasn't awake to calm him down again.

The things I do for you, my friend...

It was an amused thought rather than a begrudging one, though, and he chuckled. It didn't take long for the mouse to be completely out of it, eyes closed completely, breathing coming evenly. He'd be like that all the way to morning, if prior experience was any guide. Sleepy, relaxed, and altogether comfortable in the squirrel's tail, he looked like someone that had finally found peace.

Shaking his head, Sciurus closed his eyes, allowing sleep to come to him, as well.

Carrow, on the other hand, wasn't entirely out of it. He was tired, yes, and nearly gone in terms of how aware he was of the outside world, but he wasn't asleep or unconscious just yet. His body was still awake, still felt things, though the sensations were a long way off, and his mind...

Well, his mind was completely relaxed. Thoughts weren't even there to bother him, no concerns, no thoughts about tomorrow's schedule, nothing at all that might have been able to stress him out.

Even beyond that, there was nothing to think about with the tail around him, or the soft breathing of his friend nearby, or the feeling of warmth that consumed him from toes to neck. All of it simply existed around him rather than being part of him, and that...that was good. That was very good.

It was nice to just exist, nice to float in the good feelings without having to think about where they came from or what he had to do to earn them. It was almost like being allowed to be a kid again, knowing that things would work out no matter what he did. He didn't have to plan, didn't have to be responsible, didn't have to do anything, really. All he had to do was just...relax...and exist...and let someone else care for him.

Unconsciously, he nuzzled into the tail around him, vaguely aware of the soft fur pressing against all sides of his body and the way that it held him so that he couldn't do more than nuzzle his face from side to side. Even that took effort, more effort than he really wanted to expend, and soon he was settling down again, going still and drifting on that warm, happy feeling.

A few soft sighs of the lovely, happy reward for being a good subject hit his mind, and he smiled slightly from the dopamine rush. Even this deep, he could understand, even if he couldn't think, and it was a good feeling.

Good friend.

Good person.

Good me.

After all, Sciurus had called him good, and that...that meant something. It meant that he had done well. It meant that things were going to go well for him.

And that was all he needed. He slipped the rest of the way down, and soon, he was out like a light.

Throughout the night, he caught sight of something flickering. Every time Carrow opened his eyes, something bright and shimmering and swirling pulled his attention to it. He'd stare for a few seconds, then drop off again, his mind sent back to sleep...but something else obviously wasn't.

By morning, he had an erection, and one that was slowly pushing between Sciurus's tail, too. He barely felt it, but it was still there, still present enough that when the squirrel opened his eyes, he obviously was aware of it.

Carrow blushed slightly, but only slightly. He was still deep enough that he barely knew what embarrassment was, let alone what was causing it. Sciurus looked him up and down, then chuckled.

"Looks like I put a few naughty thoughts in that little head of yours."

"Mmmph...s...sorry..."

"Don't worry," the squirrel said. "I caused this, and I'll make sure to take care of it. Now..."

Sciurus lifted his hand, and once more, Carrow's eyes lifted, his vision focused exclusively on the swirling patterns on the squirrel's palm. Immediately, it snared his attention so that he couldn't look away, his eyes feeling like they were being spun with the patterns, his mind feeling like it had been tossed in the washing machine to be cleaned.

"That's it...Right in the middle of the spiral...just relax and let me take care of you...relax and let me take care of that stiff little thing..."

Relaxing was easy. Carrow drifted further and further along, his eyes fixed on that spiral, and the rest of his attention -

"Mmmm..."

The rest of his attention going down to that 'stiff little thing,' as Sciurus called it. His lips parted in a soft moan as he felt the tail wrapped around him slowly turning, rolling, coiling, spinning about his body. It pressed against him on all sides, pinning his arms down and his legs together, but more than that, it was pressing his erection forward, nudging it down until it slipped more fully between the coils of the squirrel's tail.

The furry thing was pressing against him from shoulders to toes, and he shivered as he felt his bulge getting rolled and rubbed gently. Each little push dragged him further towards his impending climax, both rubbing it and treating him to the pressure of the tail and grinding him against his own clothes. He hissed, he huffed, he puffed, but he couldn't look away from the spiral that had captured his attention.

"That's it. Just relax and let me take care of that stiff little thing. So sensitive, so relaxed, so eager..."

And he was all of those things for the squirrel, arching his back weakly against the tail wrapped around him. Carrow shivered from head to toe, his shaft throbbing in his clothes, twitching softly, eager to go off.

"Just a little more, little mouse. A little more, my friend."

Carrow whimpered, his cheeks burning as he started to wake up. The trance was shaking, wobbling even as he stared at that spiraling palm. All the squeezing down there, the slow coiling and uncoiling was getting to him, driving him up the wall. He wanted to hump, even though his hips and his legs were too tired for that. The tail pulled tighter, pressing down on the top and bottom side of his erection.

"Ah...ah..."

"That's it...just a bit more...Relax, Carrow, and let go..."

He couldn't stop himself. Whatever humiliation there was in finding this pleasure in the arms of someone else, whatever embarrassment he had about being pushed to cum for an audience: it didn't matter. All that mattered was that slow, teasing tail, and that swirling, consuming spiral that pushed him to obey.

The mouse squeaked as he came, squirting into his pants. He blushed as he felt the wet fabric against his shaft, but couldn't stop, his entire body tensing up as he went over the edge. Carrow whimpered softly, the spiral holding him as the squirrel chuckled.

"Don't worry. We have some of your clothes over here from the bad times. You can change before you go...if you're completely empty." The spiral moved a bit closer. "Are you?"

"...N-not yet..."

"Then I guess we have to continue..."

The End