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April 2023

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A Series of Captures
For Sanmer
CW: Hypnosis, M/M, Drones, Rule 34 (Biker Mice From Mars)
Double Length - 4k words

Four vignettes about the Biker Mice’s dronification.

I can feel something, though. Whoever this is, his mind… I don’t need to touch him to feel like he seems strangely familiar. 
Those stalks coming out of his head, the big ears, and the indentation of a plate on the right side of the face… That dick…
It’s Vinnie!
“What happened to you-”
He tosses a flare from nowhere at my face. When it exploded, my vision turns a hot white colour and my ears start to ring. 
He moves behind me so quickly I barely was able to take any steps back before he mouse-handled me.
He pulled me into a choke hold and yanked me around, dragging me back towards whatever hole he’d come from. I managed to plant myself, stand my ground, and wriggle myself out of his grip just enough to keep me from losing consciousness. If I could just… hold on until Modo got back, I could, I c-could….

He suddenly pulls me down onto my knees and holds me tight.
“Re-calculating. Processing will begin here.”
His grip on me slackens, but before I can take advantage of that, something cold and wet pours onto me from behind.

“It feels good, doesn’t it.”
That was the most like him he’d ever sounded. But like he was repeating a pre-programmed phrase.
He’s covering my face with this stuff. It kinda feels like really thin clay. This might’ve felt like a spa day if I wasn’t in a half-nelson at the moment, squeezed tight and held against the other mouse’s back. My glasses get ripped off my face and it isn’t much longer before I lost sight of everything else. It’s the same black colour as the drone’s body. As the sticky stuff pushes into my body, through my clothes, I feel it seeping into my pores, hugging me tight, and I feel…
I feel horny all of a sudden.
He’s horny too. Or at least erect.
He grabs my windpipe and squeezes
“V-Vinnie… Vincent… c’mon, you gotta s-snap outta… it…!”
“Don’t fight. There’s no reason to.”
I try to croak out again but the arm pulls tighter around my face and I choke on my words. I feel thick, and faint, and…
Vinnie always was good with his tail.

A Morning Knot
For BluKodi
CW: Hypnosis, knotting, cuddling, trigger play

Cirrus has difficulty getting out of bed.

“C’mon.” Cirrus squeezed Kodi’s dick in his pelvic floor. “This.”
“Ohh…” Kodi seemed to be twigging things pretty quickly. “I mean… do we need to, though? I’m really comfy right now. And I bet you are too…”
“Well, I’d like to stretch my legs-”
“-Stretch yourself out a bit more,” Kodi cut across Cirrus with a rather attractive rudeness. “Sounds like a plan to me. Why don’t you put another blanket on.”
Before Cirrus could respond, the phrase hit him. Put Another Blanket On.
The words conjured exactly what they described, a comfortable warmth and weight draping itself over the goat and weighing him down, deeper into the bed.
“Put Another Blanket On,” Kodi repeated, and the sensation expanded. Cirrus felt heavier. More comfortable. Harder to move, paralysed and smothered over another layer -
“Put Another Blanket On.” 
-And another layer still. His vision smeared and his eyelids rolled as he felt himself fall. He could have stopped the fall. But he didn’t want to. The opportunity was too nice to pass up, and it was the path of least resistance.
As he fell, he felt Kodi’s paws rub his stomach, his thighs, and shift him around.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to pull myself outta you… but we can slowly n’ surely adjust things. Make things easier for you.”
“Wh…at things…?” Cirrus asked, breathlessly.
“For one thing…”
Kodi was strong. Or maybe the knotted cock helped for leverage. But when he rolled onto his back, Cirrus was pulled up as well, his head lolling and his body shrimping forward a little before he righted himself again like a training dummy. Kodi’s claws gripped his thighs, and slowly began to turn and twist him around.

“Nnnhn-” Cirrus bit on his lip, the twinges of intense sensation making the blankets start to shrug and slough off of him. He was starting to go a little soft, too.
“That’s right. Put Another Blanket On. And relax. Just relaaax…”
Cirrus was glad Kodi was reminding him. He was so lucky he had a good friend to take care of him in this vulnerable state.
A good friend with such pretty eyes.
They were rippling with a familiar concentric ringed pattern, one that he vaguely remembered seeing before. They made him feel so happy. They made his flaccid cock jump and throb, quickly standing at full attention once again.

A Letter Home
For Flarfenarfle
CW: Hypno, M/M, Musk, Cuckolding
Featuring characters from Perfect Home by Citrine

Felicity explains his absence to his Meowster Citrine.

Let me describe the inn itself.

The inn itself matched that colour scheme, with these massive glass windows and a roof that looked to be thatched and endlessly smouldering. The foundations look to be very old stone, but as your eyes travel up it becomes a more modern facade. My guess is it’s built on an old church of some kind. 

I got a whiff of that scent again, far stronger than before. It was sharp, and strong, thick like smoke - the scent was sweet, too, like a campfire made from maple wood. It was gonna be sticking to my skin and fur before too long…
I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting the inn to be as big as your home. But it was three stories from first glance, and already packed to the gills with people jockeying to get in. There was a pretty long line, too. I quickly realised I was probably going to be waiting for a while.
No chance of that. You trained me well! Why bother waiting in line when I could just charm my way to the front?
I wasn’t sure how well my charms would work, given that they were varying degrees of smitten with the Foxfire Inn and its own spell. But I wasn’t too worried. I had no reason to be. 
Once I tapped the doggy ahead of me in line and he looked into my eyes, I saw there was no resistance. Pink rings rippled through his eyes within seconds of me casting my spell, and from there all I had to do was offer him a date in return for letting me cut in front of him in line. I moved in close, almost close enough to kiss him, before pirouetting around him and moving on to the rat-girl just ahead of him. I sustained the hypnotic spell and poured my will into her mind next. And the same went for the next one, and the next, almost like I was working my way along an assembly line.
It didn’t take too long for me to flirt my way up the line, leaving a love-struck train of desperately horny fans in my wake. I was planning to bring them all back to you once I’d dealt with the owner of the place. 
Obviously that didn’t happen, otherwise you’d have seen them all at your house. But read on! You’re going to love what happened next.

Once I was at the front of the line, I didn’t bother doing the same tricks on the big muscly boar guarding the door. I needed to save some juice for the boss of this place, after all. I tried to strike up some conversation with him, but I could feel the contempt burning through his dark glasses. So I left well enough alone.
When a gaggle of woozy, smelly revellers stumbled out, the boar stepped aside, and I sauntered on in. 

Resigned to Being Dinner
For Hypfoo
CW: Coiling, Willing Vore, Soft Vore, Paws

Kaa has Sascha right where he wants her.

The big beautiful tiger had enough meat and fat on her to sustain him for months on end. She was giant, voluptuous, and every inch of her was so incredibly succulent.
Her paws in particular…  she was wearing her thigh-high, well-heeled boots. They hid what was, Kaa’s opinion, one of the most delicious parts of her. He could see those toes fidgeting inside them, making the leather crease and very softly creak, well worn by their bulk.

 He slowly slithered around the bed, gradually encircling his prey like a moat.
He was going to savour the footpaws last. That was certain. Oh, how wonderful they’d feel disappearing down his hungry gullet… he bet those claws would tickle all the way down.

He periscoped his head upwards, slowly looming up over the fetal tiger, and his eyes began to twirl with their magical, hypnotic dance of colour.
“Ssssay now…”
The tigress didn’t scream or stir or even flinch. She just looked at Kaa, directly into her eyes, with a look of annoyance and contempt. One that caught the old snake off guard, and made the colours vanish from his eyes.
“Oh, it’s you. Sure.” Sascha sat up in the bed, her gaze surprisingly withering. “Why not. One more thing going wrong tonight.”
“O-oh?” Kaa wasn’t sure how to respond, or twist it into a flirtatious threat.
“Yeah.” Her arms were folded under her chest, and she was glaring at nothing in particular. “Suzu and I had a fight.”
“Yesss, Sssuzu! How dare she?” 
Kaa had no idea who she was talking about. Maybe that mouse who’d interrupted his meal last time…? 
“She called me a liability. Took off with all our gear and loot and left me in this crappy excuse for an inn….”
“Oh, r-really, that’sss so-”
“It’s like, she only ever uses me when she needs me to seduce some gross old man, or lug some heavy boxes around. Like I’m just a piece of meat to her, something she can just puppet around and order around without any care for my own well-being!”

Kaa quickly realised that he was in it for the long haul. Sascha had grabbed some of his coils and pulled them onto the bed, as though she’d known they were there all along. She continued to complain, and Kaa felt more and more like the captive. 
“And now you show up.” Sascha gestured towards Kaa, rather dismissively and angrily. “Let me guess. You’re here because you see me as a piece of meat too. You wanna eat me. Is that it?”

The Pulsing Pied Piper
For IzzySkye 
(combo of March, April… and then some. 12k words in length)
CW: Hypnosis, Cocknosis, Hyper Genetalia, unaware sex, bimbofication, brain drain, public sex/nudity, instant orgasms, male, female, intersex, orgies… yeah there’s a lot.

A shy goth cat receives a strange hypnotic gift.

Violet read through the illuminated book slowly, and carefully, one leg crossed over the other as she laid on her bed. The cat had the book resting against her thighs, and had her phone in one hand as she turned the pages with the other.

Each yellowed page was almost translucent, and just barely sturdier than tissue paper. The last thing she wanted to do was tear it; any marks like that would dissipate any magical energy that it held.  If you believed that sort of thing, anyway. Violet sort of half-believed it at most. If she stuck to it it’d be more fun for both of them anyway.

Another bit of superstition; she was careful not to read anything she saw out loud. The words had power, and speaking them was a recipe for disaster if one was not well prepared.
It was all written in a very old font, difficult to decipher, and in an antiquated version of English that was difficult to follow and decipher.
Good thing she had an auto-translator app. You could get basically anything translated these days. Holding her phone over the pages, she read the ugly text superimposed over the gorgeous script. Toward the front was a series of instructions for how the book could be used. Most of it didn’t make a whole lot of sense - things like ‘do not peruse before the dawn of the 13th hour of the 13th day’, ‘daub the page with sugar and salt after performance of any ritual on a page with an odd number’ - it was kind of funny how ridiculously esoteric it was.
The rest of it was less translatable - even though the text was very clearly lettered, it was using phrasing and words in some other language that her app couldn’t parse. There were some neat looking illustrations all throughout the book, too. Pictures of demonic beings, spiralling patterns of flame, and even some images that were straight-up-porn.
One that particularly drew Violet’s eye was a picture of a giant phallus, dangling from a disembodied pair of hips. Figures knelt around it and stared with apparent reverence, though she could only see the backs of their heads. Like a lot of the other pages, the details of the ritual were completely untranslatable. 
What was this spell supposed to do? Summon some kind of crotch-demon? Create an idol? Or maybe it was just some weird in-joke for the collections of bored scribes who probably spent years of their lives writing it.
Violet had a bit of a habit. It had never gotten her into trouble, and she never even noticed it half the time. But when she was reading something, her lips would move along with her eyes, as though silently sounding it out. As she cast her gaze along the text on the page, her brow wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. Her lips moved, trying to parse it unconsciously. She didn’t even have time to think ‘oh shit’ or ‘what have I done’. It was over before it started.