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\n\t\t\t\t\tklotzzilla, with a little story by \n\t\t\t\t\tdolphinsanity!The badger, Bursik, shook his head as he kept waving the gilded pendulum in front of his own eyes. “It isn’t working.”
Asrael the otter thumped his tail once against the white-tiled floor of their hotel bathroom. He rested his upper pair of hands along the badger’s shoulders -- crouched lower behind, and whispered into one white ear with all the gravitas of a stage magician: “Keeeeep watching. You’re getting veeery horny.”
The badger burst out laughing and hunched forward. The pendulum dipped and came to a stop, twirling in place upon its cord. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me zonked, or laugh myself into a coma.”
Asrael chuckled and groped the badger’s thigh, the webbing of the fingers spreading over the short fur. Then he leaned back the lower pair of his arms to better support himself along the floor. “It’s okay. That’s part of the fun~”
Bursik looked back at him. “Well, we should get to bed soon; it’s already late and we have that presentation tomorrow.”
Respectively a project manager and an engine programmer, Bursik and Asrael were together on a business trip related to their team’s upcoming adult game, Scalustrion, the tale of what happens when a small and unlikely hero gets ahold of a very old dragon scale with profound sex-magic powers.
The two were good friends and incorrigible horndogs, so it was no surprise that they had ended up naked together on the floor of their shared bathroom while staying overnight at a hotel. What was slightly more surprising was that Asrael had come prepared with this silly gold-plated pendulum and asked Bursik to try getting into a hypnotic state with it.
“It’s not even midnight yet,” the otter protested. “I’m barely even online yet~”
Designating himself the voice of responsibility here, Bursik didn’t back down. “The presentation is at 9:00, and we’re in hotel beds.”
“Aww, come on… bet you’ll sleep better if we get through this first. Get you nice and calm and help you let all that anxiety out. No thoughts, no worries~”
“Grrf… you’re making this difficult.”
“No, you are. Just keep using it -- watch it, let your mind relaaax~”
Bursik obliged him, but it was clear that the badger’s own face, reflected from the shiny object’s surface, wasn’t doing anything to put him under.
“I’m getting veeeery horny~” Bursik joked, before giggling. “I just… don’t think this works for me, you know?”
It was understandable. Bursik wasn’t accustomed to using such methods for relaxation, and he was too preoccupied to let his anxieties slip away.
That’s what magic is for, thought Asrael.
The otter scooted his head in closer, nestling it over Bursik’s shoulder so that both of their goofy looks could be seen in the reflection each time the pendulum passed back and forth. “Even if it doesn’t work, isn’t it fun to imagine?”
Bursik smiled. “Yeah. It’d be nice and relaxing… unwind as friends and forget all about everything for a while. No worries, no cares.”
Asrael’s broad nose gave him a soft nudge, while the lower of his two left arms gave him a reassuring pat along the spine. “You’d really like it, huh?”
“Of course.”
Asrael turned his head and rubbed it playfully against Bursik’s. The motion made the otter’s eyeglasses jostle on his face, so he casually removed and adjusted them, closing his eyes while Bursik kept talking.
The move looked totally organic, even though it was a ploy by Asrael to toggle off the magic-blocking speciality enchantment on his glasses. As the lenses settled back into place, their characteristic emerald tint had faded, replaced by the faintly blue transparency natural to their material.
Bursik continued: “I wasn’t kidding when I said you could--”
Asrael’s eyes reopened. This time, there was a flicker of green in the reflection as the pendulum passed by. Bursik blinked reflexively.
“Did you see that?” the badger asked, immediately curious.
“See what?” Asrael asked, playing dumb.
Wave, wave, wave, wave. The pendulum kept going. Each time, the gaze reflected. Each time, the badger freshly thought that he saw something -- yet seemed to fumble at recognizing exactly what.
The trinket alone wouldn’t hypnotize Bursik… but, a magically enthralling gaze, which Asrael couldn’t turn off even if he wanted to… that would do the trick. The otter felt a rush of dominance and tricksterly guile as his very nature poured power into the badger’s mind.
Being secretly part fey carried both its challenges, and its perks. Tonight, both of them were going to benefit. Asrael would do this right -- not go too far, but also not fail to offer the help that he could. It already felt so good to let this power connect for a change…
“Keep watching,” said the otter softly as he rested his chin intently atop Bursik’s shoulder. “Maybe you’re going under after all.”
“I… not sure. Why’s there a green light in here? I can’t…”
Wave -- another reflected flash from Asrael’s eyes. Wave -- another. Bursik no longer blinking to resist it -- instead letting each exposure compound upon the last.
The badger’s pupils dilated, and his voluntary muscles softened their posture.
Good. More green.
“Thump-thump,” Asrael whispered, gently putting one hand to Bursik’s wrist to test how deep he was.
A reflexive twitch, but nothing more.
“Thump-thump, thump-thump. Feel it. Relaxing. Fingers, spreading.” His voice… slowing. Fingertips… massaging. Guiding the pulse down. Whispering, like a throttle on his stress levels, cozying them at the source between Bursik’s ears.
“Thump-thump.” Wave, wave. “Thump, thump.” Wave… wave.
Bit by bit, motion by motion, he settled into silent peace -- all save for his one arm, which kept dutifully swinging that glimmering vehicle of his induction. Left stroke, right stroke, left stroke, right stroke. Soft green reflection -- so soft, so much of it, stroke after stroke…
“Thump, thump. Feel your… strength pool… down here… thump, thump… more-more…”
The hand. Slid up. The arm. Across. The chest. And down. Down-down. Groin fur. Blood flow. Warm-warm.
“Throb-throb,” Asrael whispered, playfully, still timing the words with each motion and syncing them with the badger’s pulse. The word would worm its way into the badger’s thoughts, repeating with each motion. “Left stroke, right stroke, feel it, pooling…”
Stroke-stroke, stroke-stroke.
Bursik… felt of himself. His long, slim shaft was getting engorged. So warm… relaxed, but now his heart was beating harder. Not much faster, but heavier, that pooled blood and strength having to go somewhere…
“Stroke-stroke, stroke-stroke. Watch-it, feel it, grow it, be it.”
Stroking… left, right, left right… in, out, in, out.
So hard. So long. Bursik’s foreskin sliding under his hand, glans feeling hot and sensitive…
His right hand… moving. Working it. In, out, in out. Stroke-stroke, stroke-stroke…
“Someone’s been so needy under the surface,” Asrael cooed to him, conversationally breaking from the rhythm of the induction -- to no apparent effect whatsoever on the deeply zonked badger. Bursik hadn’t exactly been told to start masturbating, and yet here he was doing it.
Subconsciously, the badger had wanted nothing better than to relax and take a load off. The otter kept applying the hypnotic gaze, taking him deeper.
“No thoughts. No cares. No Bursik…” suggested Asrael. “Only -- motion, back-forth. Pleasure.”
Stroking, stroking, stroking, stroking…
As the session continued, Asrael’s two black shafts stiffened up, erecting tower-like along the cliff of Bursik’s spine. His four testicles felt heavy -- his genitals somehow savoring the domination and growing eagerer because of it.
Stroke-stroke…
For Asrael, putting his energy out like this… putting his innate magic into Bursik’s eyes, penetrating his mind… it added a whole other dimension to their fun. It scratched an itch that no amount of solo jerking could reach, or even casual sex…
For Bursik, it was the heartily unexpected payoff to how this pendulum trick had started: deeper, so relaxed -- just pawing, sensation. Deeper still -- the small twitches and spasms like the motion of a simple puppet, the badger sunken beneath the influence.
“Soon now. Stronger. Building.”
A quiet whisper -- the quiet suggestion that Bursik soon would cum. Soon he would spasm, so easily and freely. Stroke, stroke… counting backward from ten, nine-eight deeper, stroke-stroke pleasure, five-four, closer…
“Three, no thoughts…”
“Two, no fears…”
“One, no ego…”
The pendulum didn’t stop. The word zero was never said, but it was as real in its absence as anything could be. Spasming, squirting, spurting… making his mess on the bathroom floor, badger so relaxed, so cozy, so simply in bliss. The pendulum still going.
No name no thoughts no fears no worries no nothing -- only throb-throb, throb-throb…
Asrael kept gazing… kept enjoying his own sort-of trance as he held that flow of domination steady into his friend.
“Wanna feel me too?” the otter asked.
“Please…”
As the pendulum swung aside, and the otter swung around -- taking it by the chain, halting the badger’s hand. The fingers, limply, relaxed and let it go. Eyes into eyes, trinket cast aside…
Asrael pushed Bursik onto his back -- straddled him, maintaining eye contact. Close. The badger’s eyes wobbled, left-right left-right, yet they remained riveted forward into the green.
“No thoughts, no fears,” Bursik babbled back.
Asrael grinded one shaft on his chest fur, while stroking the other quickly, his friend’s recent climax feeding his urges.
The badger laid a hand on the lower shaft. Feeling it pulsate. “No worries…”
“None,” Asrael assured him. “Only…”
His thought trailed off into the nothingness that was there -- a nothingness filled a moment later by the radiant glow of his orgasm.
In his vacant peace of mind, Bursik was coated with seed from both shafts -- rivulets running across his brown pecs, and a long streak over his face.
Unmoving, unreacting, he remained blissfully idle as Asrael wiped the bulk of it away with his fingers and suckled them clean -- repeating as needed for each spot, and suckle-slurping bits of it from the white bridge of Bursik’s short muzzle. The badger was in a state of total peace throughout -- limp as a doll, yet alive as a person had ever been.
When it was all done, Asrael nodded. “It’s time to have a name again.”
Bursik seemed wistful, but understood… hints of recognition returning.
“We should shower… Bursik.”
Asrael closed his eyes -- toggled his lenses’ protective feature back on, the magical anti-pattern of their emerald tint quickly returning. When he reopened his eyes, his gaze attack stopped at the lenses once more.
Bursik’s breath halted at the mention of his name, followed by a gasp. He blinked off his soporific state and looked around.
Then, Bursik sniffed. Once. Twice…
Rapidly, down himself and over the otter. Taking note of the puddle on the floor.
“Unnhhh… guess I was way more hypnotizable than I thought,” Bursik admitted.
Asrael smiled and gave him a cute peck on the nose. “It can really sneak up on a person. Wash up?”
“Heh… yeah, after I take care of my mess. Dang though, you cum a lot.” He felt over the still moist places on himself.
“You’re not so unproductive yourself.” He gave Bursik a quick pat on the back.
The badger smirked and snickered, feeling good as he wiped the floor clean. The four-armed otter Asrael stood and stretched, milking the dregs out of his shafts and licking the result from his hands.
Bursik set the shower on to get warm. The lingering job stress from earlier had blown away with the orgasm… or maybe it was the hypnosis.
Or both. Yeah, definitely both.
Asrael was about to step into the shower when Bursik stopped him. “Take off your glasses, silly.”
Asrael gulped. “Ohh, uh…” The otter seemed conflicted for a moment -- then got strangely wily sounding. “You know what? Sure.”
Off they went. Aside they sat.
That pale, enticing greenness met Bursik’s eyes as Asrael stepped in. The water sounded so enveloping… so cozy…
Asrael took him by the hand, and began to wash the badger’s chest with a soap sponge.
The green and the roar of the water deepened, and Bursik felt each scrub as if it was the only motion in all the world.
~ fin ~
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