\n\t\t\t\t\tTheSoshite. They have very little art at the moment, but as you can see, they have incredible talents in vector art and especially in animating that art. I did not pay the base price for this and specifically requested to pay around $55 for the result. I know from experience that animation is hard and I felt I should pay to ask for something a little cooler. They worked with me for well over 5 rapid revisions, which actually made me a little ashamed because I typically don't do that with artists. But I saw what was forming and it excited me so much. This is an incredible new artist on FA and I hope to see much more from them in the future ^_^.Oh, and I wrote a story to go with it. And yes, there's a modified version - sometimes there are no continues ^_^.
Story
The Order of The Hypnomancers had to be stopped from taking over the world. Fortunately for them, it appears the only thing standing in their way was nothing more then an unsuspecting fox boy! Upon finding the initial documents surrounding the plot to hypnotize the presidents of the world, Dante set about being too curious for his own good. He snuck into the secret industrial scale mansion in search of additional clues that would uncover the plot before it was too late. However, the hypnomancers were not without their eyes, or ears, and their cronies were armed with the potent power of suggestion and their mind-melting hypno-ray. As alarms rang off, Dante found himself dodging hypnotic beams, some barely skimming past his fur, but as he was distracted for just a moment, an errant beam hit him square in the belly, knocking him clean out of his clothes, leaving him dizzy and hypnotized as a the master hypnotist tried his art upon his poor weak mind whispering to the fox-boy over the loud speakers:
"Oops, it looks like you had a bit of a spill. You do feel dizzy don't you? Very very dizzy."
And Dante did! He was seeing stars! He was hit up right good by that spinny beam! He felt spun a hundred times in a bad carnival ride.
"You shouldn't get up. You could get more dizzy. You might need medical attention. Stay right where you are and let our "medical professionals" pick up all your papers. We'll put them to their purpose after all. And you? Well, you're already out of those terrible clothes. You hate clothes. You can stay, well -"
"Nakie?" Dante finished for the Grand Hypnotist.
"Yes. See? You know that's what you truly wanted all along. We'll take away your clothes and all those terrible cares. It will be easier to treat you if you're nakie. You can trust us. After all, running only makes you more dizzy. And 'nakie' feels good. In fact, why ever change? You could stay nakie. You could stay nakie forever. Then you'd never have to worry about losing your clothes if you fell down again."
The grand hypnotist snickered, turning off the microphone. How perfect. If he could break Dante's mind and convince him to wander the streets stark naked, who would ever believe what he said about their plans for world domination?
...Until it was too late.
And in Dante's mind, it seemed to be working. He was trying to concentrate on breaking free, but one wrong move and he'd nod in full agreement, fully ready to accept the nice doctors help before staggering into a new and breezy world. Worse yet, he had to pee. But of course. He couldn't pee without going to the bathroom. And he shouldn't get up to find the bathroom without the help of the doctors who seemed strangely dressed as security guards rushing towards him.
Of course, senseless to him, if they ever reached him, it would be a long time before they'd give him permission to find any form of relief. His medication would have a dose of desperation indeed. On the flip side, if only he could concentrate a little bit harder, he could yell 'no' and break the trance... and maybe find himself a houseplant or something to get relieve of a bit of that mega-dew-gully-washer he drank. Or he could slip up and say 'yes' - or was he supposed to say 'yes' and not 'no'? It would be a difficult question indeed, as the schemes of maniacal villains loomed overhead. And, naturally, a couple of more direct hits or a failure to find a restroom under the suggestive lure of the grand hypnotist and it wouldn't matter. A mere failure or two more and there would be no more 'continues'.