“Welcome to the grand opening show of our adult theater! Please, your seat on your designated row, make yourself comfortable, and make some noise for our first act!”

Shasta scurries through the various visitors before finding the seat that aligns with the number on his ticket. He lucked out by drawing the front row, meaning that he’d have the perfect vantage point. Nobody in front of him to block his view, all the leg room in the world… what more would someone ever want?

The buzz of the crowd dies down when the lights in the theater are dimmed. A single spotlight is shone upon the wings of the stage, and golden labrador appears wearing a fancy three-piece suit and a top hat. His outfit is almost too stereotypical for a magician, but Shasta can’t really imagine what else he could be.  

“Ladies, Gents and Creature Friends! My name is Ellis, and it is my absolute honor to be your first act for the night! I promise you all… or well, most of you all… an absolutely unforgettable night”, the dog says, sitting down on a single stool out of the row of five on stage. “I am a hypnotist, and for my act I would like to invite a few of you on stage for some audience participation!”

Shasta’s heart immediately flutters the second he hears those words. Memories of the last time he’d been hypnotized fly by in his head, and he struggles to hide his blush.

“In order to get my lucky volunteers, I would like to run a little test with you all to see who would be the best choice for this first round. So I invite you all to close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths in and out”, the labrador begins, talking into his little clip-on microphone.

Shasta looks around the hall and decides to join the rest in following the labrador’s experiment – unsure of what to expect.

“Now, let’s all imagine that we’re standing atop a spiral staircase. I’m going to count down from ten to one, and with every number, I want you all to imagine clearing your minds of any thoughts or distractions. It’ll be very easy to do so, and it’ll be even easier with every step down. Starting with 10… step… 9… step…”

As the dog continues counting down, Shasta envisions himself stepping down the stairs, and as he does so his thoughts are indeed cleared more and more. He doesn’t necessarily feel himself enter that familiar state of trance, however, the fog is lifted and the lab’s words are more clear than ever before.

“3… step down… 2… almost there… and 1. Very good. Down at the very bottom now, and you’ll notice that you’re so easily able to pay close attention to my words. You may all open your eyes again, and then once we’re all ready, we can transition to the second stage of this little experiment”, Ellis says, looking around the audience.

“Now… for the final part, I want you all to imagine that I have tied a helium balloon around all of your left wrists. Notice how it begins to tug at your wrist, the balloon floating higher and higher, carrying your wrist and arm upwards into the air, carried by the balloon, lighter and lighter as it floats further and further up, all on it’s own.”

Shasta is shocked to notice that their left arm is indeed becoming incredibly light, lighter than air, and he can’t help but raise his arm like the labrador is telling him he should. While this is happening, Shasta looks around the hall to see if anyone else has the same thing. There are a few others, but none are lifting their arm as high as Shasta is.

“Ah, you there! The white fox with the purple ears and markings, on the front row!”

Shasta looks up at the stage in shock as his arm falls back down to his side.

“Yes, you! Would you like to come up here?”

The fox feels his cheeks light up from the blush that’s forming, but he’s unable to resist his curiosity – and light arousal from the memories of the last time he got hypnotized – so he nods silently before standing up from his chair.

“What’s your name?” the labrador asks while helping him up on the stage. Shasta turns around and looks into the audience, feeling the surprising warmth of the spotlights on his fur.

“Ah, it’s, uh… I’m Shasta”, he replies somewhat awkwardly.

“Give it up for Shasta!” The labrador shouts, before guiding Shasta down into the stool that the lab had previously sat upon. “Now, Shasta, you were very suggestible back then in that chair. Have you ever been hypnotized before?” the labrador asks.

Shasta blushes, before stammering a “yes.”

Ellis chuckles. “Ah, I see. Very good, very good. That means it’ll be so very easy for you to imagine yourself entering that state of mind again, won’t it?” the labrador says, moving his fingers up and down and back and forth in front of the fox’s eyes.

“y-yeah, I suppose so…?” Shasta replies confusedly, following the dog’s fingers with his eyes, unsure why he’s making the weird movements. His eyes are magnetized to the movement, completely dumbfounded but unable to look away.

“Good! Good, that’ll make it much easier to [i]DROP!”[/i] Ellis says, suddenly and loudly snapping his fingers on that last word, and immediately Shasta’s snout sinks down to his chest. He didn’t even realise when it happened, or how it happened, but within seconds he found himself in a deep trance and fully at Ellis’ mercy.

“That’s a good boy. Nice and deep, just like that”, Ellis says lustfully as he rests his paws on the fox’s shoulders. “Now, I’m sure that you’ve noticed the warmth of those spotlights on your fur when you got on stage, haven’t you?”

Weakly, Shasta finds himself automatically replying with a monotone “yes”, as he did indeed notice the warmth of the lights. And now that he’s sitting down in the stool, having the labrador guide his attention towards it, it’s becoming quite noticeable.

“Perhaps you should… do something about that, hmm? It is getting [i]very[/i] warm after all. Uncomfortably so, in fact”, Ellis continues, teasing the hypnotized fox with his paw underneath his chin.

The fox tries to respond with a slow mhm, but before he can even do so, Ellis has already snapped his fingers alongside a simple command.

“Strip.”

Shasta’s paws move all on their own, unzipping and tossing his hoodie aside within seconds. His shirt is next to follow, pulling the fabric over his shoulders and joining the black hoodie on the floor. The now shirtless fox doesn’t even feel embarrassed in front of the many spectators, but he isn’t done yet.

“All the way, fox.” Ellis encourages him, snapping his fingers once more, sending a jolt of a craving to obey down his spine.

Immediately, his paws glide down to his pants, and he kicks them onto the floor once the textile has slid down to his ankles. Sitting there in just his underwear, the fox instantly moves his paws back to his hips, sliding them down the nylon edge of his undies and – with zero hesitation – pulling them down all the way, now standing in front of the audience completely naked and exposed.

Ellis chuckles at the sight of the naked, hypnotized volunteer.

“Aw, good boy! Is that all you’ve got though?” he says, staring down at the fox’s member. “How cute. However, let’s not be too soon to judge, why don’t you start touching yourself for all the people to see, hmm?”

Shasta nods his head, mumbling “yes sir…” before his paw drifts down to his crotch, fondling his genitals gently, coaxing his cock to come out of his sheath. Once he’s fully erect, the fox immediately starts jacking himself off on stage.

“There you go, so very horny and obedient, aren’t you? Stroking that cute cock of yours” the labrador says, guiding the fox along.

The fox can’t help but whimper and moan, feeling himself get lost in the waves of pleasure rippling down his spine. He keeps on masturbating, his paws gliding up and down so very eagerly, already starting to feel droplets of precum dribble down his member.

“Good boy, I see you’re already getting close, huh? Wouldn’t it be so very unfortunate if you suddenly, while right on the edge of that climax, [i]FROZE?”[/i] Ellis commanded loudly, snapping his fingers again, right as Shasta was about to cum.

Shasta moans loudly and his expression turns labored and frustrated, suddenly unable to move his paws. The tip of his cock is pulsing and aching for release, more and more precum dripping out of the tip, much like his thoughts are dripping out more and more, leaving him fully mindless in front of the crowd – lost in the pleasure of his edge.

“There you go. That’s a good obedient fox. Now, to finish it all off, why don’t you…”

The labrador grabs the fox’s paw, and manually loosens his grip from the fox’s cock, letting it fall limply to his side.

“[i]Cum hard!”[/i] Ellis says, snapping his fingers.

Once more, Shasta moans loudly – even moreso than the last few times, and ropes of hot cum shoot out of his cock, falling onto the wooden planks below him, some even almost reaching the audience. The pleasure is so strong that he feels himself go lightheaded, his eyes rolling up into his head, and going limp into the labrador’s waiting arms.

“Good boy. Such a good boy, cumming hard for me. Now… once that afterglow has settled in, all you have to do is [i]sleep.[/i]” The dog says, snapping his fingers for the final time. Shasta doesn’t even have time to register the command, his eyelids already closed.

