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Mystic Springs Finale

Part 3

For HeruAnubisSolares

By Draconicon

The soft hum of the sybian beneath Nangi's hips was nothing like the pleasurable hum that most would have taken from it. Instead, it was the working engine of a machine pushed to its absolute limits trying to keep up with an elephant that was almost too big for it, one that had been used longer and for more than it was ever meant to, and begging for release. Much like most of her followers, she supposed, it was barely able to keep up with her demands, but that was fine. As long as it still managed to keep up when it was called for, it didn't need replacing. Yet.

The pressure of the sybian against her sex was masked by the growing, flowing fumes of Howler pushing into her body. Every pulse of the machines around her, drawing it out of the various brewing vats on the wall and forcing it down and into her womb, brought with it a sense of pleasure, purpose, and release from the world around her. The elephant's eyes were closed, held that way as she meditated on the Howler itself, and what it did to her.

Unlike what some of her subordinates and followers might have thought, she was not 'immune' to the Howler. If anything, she was more affected by it than they were. The difference was, she took it in and embraced it, allowing it to clear the fog from her mind and leave her with nothing but purpose. Glorious, indescribable purpose.

And that purpose...

That purpose pushed her. Nudged her. Helped her.

And now, she was about to take control of everything around her.

She breathed in, holding her breath for a count of four. Her hips pushed down on the sybian again, drawing a creak and groan from the machine as she pressed her clit right against the throbbing, humming metal. The pleasure was there, yes, but it was nothing but a conduit to the true satisfaction of the purpose that the Howler filled her with.

At the end of the count, she breathed out. Purple fumes left her mouth and nose, the infusion of Howler going through her from head to toe. Most of it dissolved in her blood and flesh, but something had happened with her, some mutation that allowed it to come to her mouth and lungs. It filled her, consumed her, and she breathed it out from time to time to allow it to do the same to others.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The tattoos along her body glowed with the power of the Howler. It would fade when she went upstairs again, but for now, she enjoyed the soft glow and the reminder that she had become better than most other animals. She was true to herself, and she would guide the rest of them down the same path.

And some...will be like the vats.

The elephant opened her eyes. No more than slits, but it was still enough to see the various females gathered around her. They slumped against the wall, ranging from Major Friedkin on one side to Judy Hopps on the other. Most were closer to the polar bear in size - it was more efficient that way, allowing them to 'brew' more of the Howler for her - but Judy had been too good a servant to be allowed to leave.

Too dangerous, too. She might have come to her senses one day, and that was one that she would not see wandering the streets. It was dangerous enough to have the coward, Wilde, working for her, but he could be kept in his place. His addiction was managed, and his friend, that little fennec that had no place in proper society, had been...handled. He would not be back again.

She slowly leaned back, allowing her clit to leave the vibrating metal plate beneath her. The machine groaned in relief, and she gave it that little bit more as she brought her knees down properly. A flick of a switch turned it off, and the room went silent. No gasps, no hums, no moans.

After all, a brewing vat was no longer technically a person. They had nothing to say. They had no thoughts, either. They were nothing but a function.

Nangi pushed herself to her feet, though even after so many sessions she was slow and wobbly to get there. She grunted as she got one foot under her, almost falling forward before getting the other one in place. She could feel the Howler swirling through her middle as she focused her muscles, pulling them tight further down to keep it inside. The swirling mass of fumes felt almost like a wriggling thing, almost too physical inside of her, but it would fade. It always did.

As she gathered herself, the rest of the vats stared emptily into space. She walked down the line of one side of the room, touching their stomachs, feeling their bodies. There wasn't even a hint of reaction to her presence. The only response was a slight tightening of their muscles, a little squeeze of their hips as they pushed out more juices into the collecting bowls beneath them.

So sensitive...

They had always been that way. The Nighthowler broke their minds by hyper-sensitizing their bodies. With even a few breaths of the unrefined drug, the body started to take over, becoming so powerfully sensitive that even a few gentle touches could shatter the mind and leave one begging for mercy, for some protection or lack of touch.

The way that she had drugged each of the brewing vats, they were nothing but nerve endings. Their brains were fried, their thoughts gone. They weren't feral; they were a product, an object, something to serve the needs of her and her followers.

They were her brewing vats, and that was all they needed to be.

The elephant stopped in front of Judy Hopps. The once-promising cadet of the police academy and hero of the city was nothing more than a drooling, perpetually-orgasming bunny rabbit, now. She might have been seen as breeding stock back at Bunnyburrows, and perhaps one day, when Zootopia was firmly in her grip, she would send the catatonic rabbit back. She was sure that there were others in the burrows that would be happy to have some fun with her, even as broken as she was.

And as for Wilde...

She imagined the fox again. She had sent him off to make a small appearance on a television show. Naked, of course; he was meant to be humiliated, pushed to the breaking point for the night ahead. When he finished there, he would come back, and they would have a little chat. Just a small one, something to...finish up with him.

And as for Judy...

She stroked her hand around the rabbit's swollen belly. It was not pregnancy, no matter how it looked, but rather the refined smoke of more Howler. Judy looked into the distance through the darkened lenses of the gas mask, clearly completely unaware of anything going on around her.

Good girl...

She patted that swollen stomach, smirking ever so slightly at the sudden gasp of pleasure that ripped through the rabbit, and pushed away. The brewing vats were fine to be left alone. They would be fed and watered later.

Once, she had disguised the hole in the back of the locker room, but no longer. These days, there were no new clients to the Oasis that hadn't already been broken in. She looked at those in the locker room, at their blank and empty eyes, at the way that they stared at her and said as one:

"Breathe the flower. Be a Howler."

"Good...good."

She walked among them, slowly brushing up against them. A touch of her sweaty flesh here, a little puff through her trunk there, and they felt the pleasure that came with service. They bowed, lowering their heads, taking on different yoga poses as they moaned. The floor was wet with their juices as she passed by, and she could feel their servitude drop them further and further in obedience to her.

They were hers.

She was their mistress. Their addiction. Their goddess..

She left the locker room and reached the field of green that was the center of the Oasis. There was greater flexibility with the nudity that was allowed now. Most males - and all the females - showed at least a hint of arousal as they went through their exercises. The females dripped down their thighs, their fur matted down, and those males that showed their need had cocks pressed firmly against their bellies from how hard they were.

But all of them had the same empty-eyed stare. They were all her drones, eager to obey, eager to follow her orders. Not one could hold back.

She approached one such group, laying her hand on the back of a bull that leaned forward. She pushed him further down, his head almost touching the earth, and pushed up on his hips, aligning his spine properly.

"Proper posture."

"Yes, Nangi," he said, his voice dull and quiet.

"One does not improve without proper focus...and proper breathing. Breathe the flower."

"Be a Howler."

She nodded, leaning down until she could bring her trunk around her belly. She stroked it between her legs, dabbing the tip with some of her fluids, before bringing it around and rubbing it across his face. His cock slapped his belly, audibly and harshly, before she pulled her trunk back. Each breath fed that, leaving him oozing as she walked around to his other end.

The rest of the group stared, but not in shock or disapproval. If anything, they stared in want, desiring what she had given him. A small smile crept across the elephant's face as she knew the power that she had over the entire group. The Howler, channeled through her, had turned them from 'decent people' back to the animals that they used to be, back to the creatures that craved physicality above all else. They needed this, and they would do just about anything to keep getting it.

One's true nature will always drive oneself.

She walked through the crowds of students in the Oasis. Some had once come just to take off their clothes and enjoy the quiet. Others had enjoyed the springs and the feeling of solitude and nature. Those had disappeared, consumed into the classes that she taught. As the Howler caught them over time, they were brought under her sway, no longer content with merely being naked. They needed more, needed what she could give them, and so, she passed out her learning as she could.

Peace.

Obedience.

Arousal.

Nature.

They were nothing more than animals beneath her heel, now, and that was all to the better. They didn't know how to be people. They didn't need to be. It was better to be what she wanted them to be.

As she passed between them, bumping, grinding, nudging, touching, she left behind more of the Howler's essence that she carried. Some of them were close enough to the edge that they came from the mere touch of her hand. Others fell to their knees, shaking and dripping from a breath in their face.

Whatever happened, she knew that it deepened their devotion to her, and she walked among them with the authority born of that pleasure. They begged for her, the only emotion that they seemed capable of showing any longer that of desire and want. They extended their hands, reaching for her, begging for her touch and her taste, and she gave that to them, holding them close and letting them get what they needed.

Orgasms.

Pleasure.

Release.

Forgetfulness.

Particularly the last one. She had found that many came to the Oasis now to forget, to lose the stress of the day, to fall further and further down the rabbit hole and be made to remember nothing. They were nothing but beasts, nothing but the animals that they had once been. Pleasure was their goal, not hard work. Survival, not advancement. They came to her, and they forgot their stress and strain, and she gave them something better.

Focus.

They did what she said, and they got pleasure. That was all that mattered in the grass and waters of the Oasis.

Eventually, she reached the last of them, patting the vixen on her head and sending her to join the rest of the students. Nangi slipped from the grasses of the great yard to the office that she kept at the back of the Oasis, shutting the door behind her. It was the only bit of modern gear that she allowed herself at 'work,' where she could sit back, take calls, and watch TV. Even then, however, she leaned back with not a care in the world, legs spread and the occasional purple wisp of Howler wafting up from between them.

She turned on the TV, turning to the news channel. Nick Wilde had gone on TV to have an interview about the new venues that the Mystic Spring was opening, and she had faith that he would do well. She had ordered him to, after all, and he knew the consequences of not following her orders.

The screen flickered before displaying her mouthpiece and a tigress reporter. They were in a TV studio, and Nick sat with his legs spread, his balls hanging off the front of the couch. The camera couldn't quite avoid that, but seemed to do what it could to only focus on him full-body when he had his legs either crossed or slightly closer together, reducing the sheer amount of cock that was shown to home viewers.

"So, Mr. Wilde -"

"Nick, please," the fox said, chuckling.

"Nick, then. I'm surprised that a cop like yourself has gone so far as to abandon your old life. What made you want to be part of this whole venture with the Mystic Springs Oasis?"

"Well, ma'am, I have to tell you, being a cop isn't all its cracked up to be. They tell you that you're making a difference, but, really, you're not. They're just feeding you that to keep you on the force. But what does make a difference is peace. Happiness. The chance to be yourself, and enjoy a true expression of everything that makes you, you."

"And you think that this Nangi can help with that?"

"I think that she's already helped most people with that. You've heard of Gazelle, yeah?"

"Of course. She's Zootopia's biggest star."

"And she's going to be running a festival to celebrate Nangi's new venues. That right there should tell you something."

"Well, anyone can be bought," the tigress started to say, only for the studio audience to start booing.

He walked her right into that one, Nangi thought with a small smile. You could have accused anyone else of being on the take, but not Gazelle. She's too well-loved for that.

Which had been one of the many reasons that it had been so important to get her, and not just some other random celebrity, as one of her many Howlers. The Mystic Springs Oasis needed a trusted voice like that to make sure that their message was taken seriously. Anyone else might have been seen as a bought and paid for outlet for the message that she had, but not that one. Not that one.

Clearly, the tigress realized that she needed to move on. Clearing her throat, she pivoted to a different subject.

"Why don't you tell us about what this Nangi has to say?"

"Well, hon, I'd like to let Nangi mostly speak for herself. She's a guru, and I don't know all the details, so I'd get some of it wrong. But I can tell you that she's going to be personally teaching a number of her most trusted disciples how to lead classes in all the soon-to-open oases across the city.

"If anyone's been interested but been afraid of not having the time or attention of a teacher with too many students, this is your chance," Nick said, turning to face the camera. "In just under a month, there's going to be eight new Mystic Springs all across Zootopia. Tundratown, the Rain Forest District, everywhere that you can shake a stick at. We'll be opening near all kinds of transit stations, too, so if you were worried about getting there, don't.

"Nangi is waiting for you. Make sure that you don't disappoint her, or yourself."

There was just enough conviction in the fox's voice for her to believe that he had been practicing that line for a while. She knew that it was nothing more than a lie, something to sell to the masses, but she could believe that most people would believe it. They'd be curious about what gave a famous fox like Nick the courage to be naked on television, and some of them would want that.

Others, of course, would just want the perverted parts. They'd want to be naked, and want to go where naked people went. Other, true naturalists would be pissed off at that, but Nangi didn't care. As long as they came, as long as they showed their faces to breathe the flower, she would be happy.

She turned off the television, leaning back in her chair. The tigress wouldn't be able to get a smear campaign on her with Nick controlling the interview that way, and the free press that it would get all the new openings was perfect. Gazelle's festival was going to start very shortly, and that would be enough to cover her other 'exposure' needs.

Better, Wilde. Better.

Folding her hands over her lap, she imagined what the new Zootopia would be like. The world would be a simpler place. Those that were under her sway would be happy to obey, and happier still to be brought in to enjoy themselves. Some would have to be kept busy to keep society running, but with the rest of the world at a standstill, there were some that could be just...let go.

Without a world of free will, cops were no longer necessary, for crime would only occur if it was ordered.

Without a world of free-thinkers, there was no need for libraries. The education would be done for and to only those that she chose.

There were hundreds of ways to cut down on society when those in it were nothing more than drones. Some would have to be kept active and 'normal' for trade - there was no getting around that - but most would be brought down to their most animalistic state, and she would keep them there.

Quiet streets.

Cool nights.

Calm parks.

Nothing but the soft breathing, snoring, and gentle padding steps of sleepwalking animals.

The thought of such a world was...appealing, and she was surprised at how beautiful she found it. The more that she thought about it, the more that she loved it, and the more she wished that they were already at the point where it had happened.

It was...surprisingly uncomfortable. They had passed the point of no return - nobody in power could turn the clock back, and the media could no longer turn the public against her - but they hadn't actually reached the point where the plan had succeeded yet. It was like watching the clock run down on a game where the results had already been decided. She had to wait, had to suffer through living 'normally' for a few more weeks.

But just a few more weeks. Just a few more.

The phone rang. Nangi looked at it with more disdain than she normally allowed to cover her face before reaching for it. It hummed as she picked it up from her desk, and a familiar voice came roaring down from the other end the instant she picked up.

"Nangi, where the hell is my invitation?!"

"Mayor Lionheart," she said, her voice soft and monotone as always. "Invitation to what?"

"You know damn well to what. That Gazelle concert. I was supposed to be invited to everything that you had going on."

"Yes. That invitation will be in the mail tomorrow," she said.

"It better be. I'm feeling like I'm out of the loop here, woman."

"Do you now?"

"I haven't had a session with you in weeks. I'm almost convinced that you're avoiding me."

Unintentionally, but it seemed that she had been. Nangi could just barely remember the last time that she'd had him at the Oasis, and that had been...startlingly long ago. He had been corrupted just enough to make sure that he wouldn't cause a problem, but it seemed that she had let him slip. Not much, just enough for him to be feeling upset rather than focused on her pleasure and her will.

A mistake, it seemed, but one that would soon be corrected.

"You are scheduled for a session tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow? I can't - when did you - I thought you had no openings?"

"For the mayor, there is always an opening. Tomorrow. Noon."

"But -"

"Breathe the flower."

"Be a Howler. Wait, what -"

"Breathe the flower."

"Be a Howler. Nngh."

"Breathe the flower."

"Be...a Howler..."

"Tomorrow. Noon."

She hung up. The phone didn't ring again.

Mayor Lionheart should have been completely droned like the others, but she supposed that she had given him a little bit of a break to make sure that he didn't cause her problems if he was discovered. Then, at a guess, he had slipped her mind when she started focusing on Judy, Nick, and the rest of her accelerating plan.

But he had been stupid enough to call her and make sure that he made himself a target again. That would be simple enough to handle. By the time that she was done with him, there'd be nothing of the former mayor left behind. The rest of the administration would be able to take care of things until she was able to take charge of the whole operation, and by the end of that, it wouldn't matter if she was discovered or not.

The city would be full of her Howlers, and they would all seek her flower.

Nangi smiled as she closed her eyes. Gazelle would be releasing another teaser for her festival concert later in the day, and Nick was doubtlessly on his way back from the interview. For now, she could close her eyes and rest.

#

The knock that came hours later was just enough to wake her from her slumber. Nangi turned her attention to the crack in the door, and knew that there was only one person that still had the freedom to do that. She was proven right as Nick Wilde poked his face past the doorway, wearing the same smile that was all that covered him during the interview.

"Nangi."

"You still defy me."

"I merely treat you with all the respect that you deserve."

She had allowed him more freedom than her other students and followers, but that had been only through necessity. That necessity had finally come to an end.

Nangi stood up from her desk, looming over the small fox. He looked up at her with eyes that still looked confident, but had the slightest little quiver in them. She knew the truth of those beneath her, and his truth was a mix of confidence tinged with fear. Confidence that he was too valuable to break, and a fear that it had finally changed.

"Tiptoes, Wilde."

"I -"

"Obey your goddess."

He bit his lips, but he did as he was told, rising up on his tiptoes. With their height difference, it was the only way that he could possibly reach high enough to be of any use. She stepped forward, one hand on the back of his head keeping him from falling back. He yelped as she shoved him right against her sex, his smaller muzzle slipping between her thighs and right against the slippery lips between.

"MMMPH!"

"Silence."

She held him there, grinding his nose up and down. She could feel him trying to hold his breath, but there was nothing that he could do to wriggle free. He was too weak, and too small, and had no leverage to get out of her grip.

And so, as she pushed him further and further up, further and further in, he slowly began to submit. The sheer strength of her musk down there, the wetness that ran between her thighs and down to the floor, was so potent that there was no way that he could do anything but break. Each breath brought more of the Howler to his nose, flooding his lungs and his brain by turns. His cock, soft during the interview, rapidly rose between his legs as she shoved him more fully against her.

"Tonight is the night that you submit."

"Nnngh..."

"You cannot stop it."

Shifting her grip on the back of his head, she pushed up and in. The tip of his nose ground against her tattooed pussy once more before -

Squelch.

The end of his muzzle was inside of her. She pressed down on her stomach, the first of the vapors oozing down, running over his muzzle. He gasped, trying to pull back, but again, it was impossible. The size difference between them was too great. She held him there, keeping him from fleeing, keeping him from doing anything but breathing in her scent. Her musk. Her Howler.

"Breathe the flower."

He could do nothing else. She felt the first splatter of his pre-cum against her legs, and she shook her head.

"Be a Howler."

Another breath. Then another. And another. Each time, the spasms of pleasure that ran down his legs all the way to his toes were a little stronger, until he was a twitching, seizing mess of fur and flesh. She had a coat of his pre-cum over her legs, milked from him with nothing but the strength of her scent, and he had nothing in the way of resistance.

She let go of him, and he tumbled to the floor with a thump. His cock was hard as a rock, and she straddled him, sitting on his waist. He groaned, the air shoved right out of his lungs in less than a moment.

"Tonight, you break."

"Nangi...Nangi, please -"

"This is overdue. You believed that you deserved to be different? You are nothing but a useful fox. I am the Goddess of Howler. You will give me the worship and obeisance that I deserve, and more. From now on, you are nothing but one of my drone followers."

He was so small beneath her, so small that it took her a moment to find his cock and slide it in. He gasped from the sudden shift, his eyes going wide as her talented muscles pulled his cock into her slick entrance. She rolled her hips back, teasing it, popping it out, then in again.

"Breathe."

"Nangi - Nnngh!"

She breathed the vapors from her trunk, surrounding his head in a purple cloud. His cock twitched inside of her, life forced into it with the power of the Howler. Her power, her Howler, calling to him and reminding him of where he belonged.

She was the Goddess of Howler. She was the one that commanded all before her. There was no more use for the prideful fox as he was; he would break, and then she would mount him in another room for another purpose. What purpose? She had yet to decide, but in that moment, it didn't matter.

Squelch.

She slammed her hips down, forcing him to wheeze out. Even as he gasped for breath, she puffed another blast of air into his face. Another blast of vapors, another blast of Howler. He moaned, his cock spitting inside of her, adding to the goo that had already slicked them both up. Another slide, another lift, another fall, and the cycle started again as he gasped for breath once more.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The pleasure was slight for her. He was small, hardly someone that was worth giving such pleasure to, but he was breaking from it. She could feel every detail of his smaller shaft, enjoying it for what it was, but it was for his breaking, not her pleasure. She smiled as she felt him twitching, already starting to lose that control, that independence that he had clung to so desperately.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...breathe...breathe the flower - ah!"

She breathed over him, and he slumped back down. His hands twitched uselessly at his sides as she rode him, her hips smacking just hard enough on his body to press the air out of his lungs. Up, down, up, down, faster and faster, milking him, keeping his attention on nothing but his cock. It didn't matter how hard he came; soon, all he would want was more of the Howler. All he would think about would be the orders that he had to follow to get more of it. And when he got more...

She imagined what he would look like, hung up on a wall somewhere. It would be the best possible ending for him, something that allowed him to be like his rabbit friend. She would not have to worry about him. He would no longer be a factor.

She was the Goddess of Howler. She was the will of Zootopia. And he was nothing but a dumb fox that she had used to get there. It was time...time for him to go.

Faster, harder she rode him, bouncing up and down, her pussy juicing around him with each bounce, each bob to the bottom. She moaned as she felt him spasming inside of her, so close to release. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on either side of his head and wrapped her trunk around his neck. He gagged, staring up at her with empty eyes.

"Breathe the flower...be a Howler."

She puffed her vapors over his face one last time, and he came. The surge of seed inside of her, warm and thick, was as plentiful as ever...and he lost it all. She saw it go out of his eyes as he became hers...just as everyone would be before two months were out, she was sure.

The End

Summary: Nangi takes the last steps to ensure that everyone is going to be hers.

Tags: F/M, F/solo, Femdom, Elephant, Nangi, Lionheart, Nick Wilde, Rule 34, Series, Riding, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Musk, Mind Control, Corruption, Erection, Exhibitionism,