Soft, black-furred knuckles rapped against the wooden door of a quaint little farmhouse.  Bright rays of sunlight fell upon a lone feline figure, her head protected from the harsh solar assault by a bright blue hat, matching the fetching little sundress that lightly hugged her features.  Sonata brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes and smiled serenely as the door slowly opened.  "Hello there.  You must be Lucas."
	He was a cautious one, little Lucas; a young ram, just barely into his teenage years, peered through the crack in the doorway before letting it swing open in its own.  His short grey fur was messy, unkempt.  Fitting for a boy raised on a farm.  The left strap of his overalls hung lazily off his shoulder as he leaned against the doorframe.  "Miss Sonata?"
	"Yep!" the feline bent to the ram's height and gave him a pleasant smile.  "Parents already left, huh?"
	"Yeah." Lucas shrugged as he turned to let her inside.  "They was in a big hurry to get to the fairgrounds.  Gots some 'prize-winnin'' veggies to show off."
	Sonata hung her hat on a rack near the door, her lithe tail swishing this way and that.  "Yeah?  Why didn't you go with them?"
	"Ain't nothin' excitin' to do there." the young bighorn groaned as he meandered across the living room and sprawled against the back of the couch, one big green eye shutting, the other peering across at his babysitter.  "I don't care 'bout no giant punkins, or singin', or dancin', or bobbin' for apples.  Rather sit at home and find my own fun."
	"I don't know.  That sounds pretty exciting to me!"
	"Yeah, well you're a city girl." Lucas shot her a wry grin.  "It gets old after a few years."
	Sonata pursed her lips.  She raised her bare shoulders in a shrug and crossed her arms across her chest.  "So what do you think is fun, then?"
	The little ram smiled and hefted himself up onto the back of the couch, then shifted his weight forward to tumble over and onto the cushions on the front.  "Ah, ya know... Shootin', stickball, wrestlin'."
	"Wrestling, huh?" Sonata's lips tugged up in a grin.  Perhaps this was the opening she needed.  She sauntered over to the couch and delicately sat herself on the cushion beside Lucas, giving him a confident smile.  "I'm not bad at wrestling, myself."
	"You?" the bighorn's brows went crooked.  "But you're all skin and bones!"
	"I've got ten years on you." She gave him a playful shove to the shoulder, eyes glinting with mischief.  "Consider that my handicap."
	Lucas, being the confident little ram he was, hopped off the couch and pushed the coffee table aside.  He turned back to his feline babysitter and crossed his arms.  "You gonna wrestle in that pretty old dress?  Don't wanna get it all torn, do ya?"
	"Oh, it'll be just fine." Sonata rose from the couch and smirked, hands on her hips, chest pressed outward.  "Come and pin me down, boy."
	Lucas hesitated, seemingly put off by her bravado.  He approached with caution, and his hands shook as he went in for a grapple, then corrected himself and went for a different approach.  He did this three times.  "I'm gonna do it!"
	"Well, do it!" The cat grinned down at him.  "What, never wrestled with a girl before?"
	"Not a big one."
	"Well, get over it." Sonata took the initiative and crouched down to Lucas's level.  She wrapped her arms around his waist, hoisted him up into the air, and had him planted supine on the couch before he could even try to tip her over.  She climbed up on top of him and pressed her hands to his shoulders, thighs straddling his waist.  "So do I win?"
	The young ram scowled.  "You're supposed to push people down, not pick 'em up."
	"What, never seen a chokeslam?"
	"That's fake stuff!  Real wrestling has less talking and more grabbing!"
	"Well, maybe I enjoy talking and grabbing." Sonata decided it was time to be bold.  She brought a hand up and caressed the ram's cheek, peering down to him with sly, narrowed eyes.  The redness showing under his short fur was just so adorable!  The feline pressed further when he silently averted his gaze.  "What about you, Lucas?  Do you have busy, grabby hands?"
	Lucas's hips shifted beneath her larger body, particularly when she rocked forward and back against him.  A bashful whimper escaped with a breath as his shorts began to tighten.  "I'm not supposed to."
	"Says who?"
	"Everyone, really.  It ain't kid stuff."
	"Oh, they're no fun.  Now relax..." She would wait no longer.  Sonata cupped the little bighorn's chin and turned his gaze back to hers.  She focused on that special part of her mind, from where her intoxicating power was drawn.  A tingling pleasure spiraled in from the back of her mind to her eyes, and she could see the faint amber filter envelop the world as her golden irises began to glow.
	The effect was most telling and quite immediate: Lucas's eyes slowly slid open, and he met her golden stare with one of curious bewilderment.  If he was like any of the other young lads she'd ensnared, it was already too late for him to look away.  Already, he would be feeling the fluttering of feathers inside his head, brushing against his pleasure center and dulling his ability to think.  Sonata's hypnotic stare projected pure telepathic euphoria, easily transmitted up the optic nerve and into the brain, where it branched throughout the nervous system and turned thoughts and desires with one singular driving focus: obedience.
	"Relax." she repeated, and she saw his lips move just slightly to mouth the word back to her.  She swayed her head this way and that, watching his eyes move to follow the enchanting glow.  She observed with delight as he tried to resist, even managing to turn his head all the way to the left, only for his eyes to lag behind and remain helplessly fixated upon hers.
	Lucas's bright green eyes began to dull.  They lost the telltale shine of awareness, then gradually faded to a light shade of grey.  He sank back into the couch below, his breaths slowed and deepened, and he seemed to worry less about the stiffening bulge now poking against his overalls through his shorts.  A golden trim appeared around the edges of his irises and began to sink inward, enveloping his once lovely emeralds in the shimmering amber sea that now held sway over his mind.
	"That's a good boy.  Just surrender.  Don't fight.  It feels so good, doesn't it?"
	"Unh..." A quick blink of his eyes dragged an iota of conscious thought to the forefront of Lucas's head, and that golden light in his eyes dulled and retreated for several moments.  "What--Why am... What are you ah... nn... oh..."
	Sonata's vision swam with golden light as she dug deeper and summoned more of that hypnotizing power from the recesses of her psyche.  She watched the tension melt away from the boy's features, and in a heartbeat, the invasive amber sealed itself around his pupils, drowning out the grey and demanding his submission.  The hypnotic babysitter felt an aroused fluttering in her tummy as she watched a mindless smile spread across his lips.  "Deep trance.  So easy to obey Miss Sonata, isn't it?"
	"Yes ma'am." the enthralled little ram barely sighed his answer, his body completely limp... save for that pulsing bulge.
	Ah, and speaking of that... Sonata's sneaky digits roamed downward and gave an experimental rub to the front of her prey's overalls, eliciting a quiet gasp from the boy.  "Sensitive, aren't you?"
	"Yes..."
	"Have you ever done anything like this before?" Her skilled hands navigated through his overalls and shorts, sneaking under his boxers to squeeze and stroke the stiff flesh beneath.  He was small, as expected, but the way he arched and whimpered for her more than made up for it.  For a woman like her, it was definitely not about the size.  She shuffled atop the ram and tugged her dress up, up, and up, until she could toss it onto the floor.  The cool air made her fur stand on end, bare nipples stiffening from the sudden change in temperature.
	Lucas's eyes, now released from the imprisoning glare of her hypnosis, drifted over her nude frame with youthful appreciation.  His long, curious stare was evidence enough that he'd never seen a girl naked before, at least not in person.  A quick flash from Sonata's eyes, and a flash of a word through his mind--"touch"--had the bighorn's little hands pressed against her firm tummy and edging shamelessly upward.  "Never done... this."
	"Aww, your first time." She realized the silliness of such a remark for a young lad like him, but teased him with it all the same.  The older feline moaned and purred as she felt young hands on her breasts, fingers caressing over her perked nipples and squeezing the sensitive mounds of fur and flesh.  "Do you like them?"
	"Yes... Yes ma'am." Lucas's smile widened just a little.  He was enamored by those soft pillows of hers.  He squished them together, squeezed and kneaded, and watched them bounce and jiggle when he let go.  "Like the... pictures.  But better..."
	Sonata chuckled between soft gasps and purrs.  She unbuttoned the ram's overalls with one hand, the other still playing with his little joystick, earning her breathy little moans from the hypnotized boy.  "I've got something else to show you."
	Lucas's moans ceased when Sonata's hand abandoned his crotch.  His muscles tensed and flexed at her urging as he was helped up to his feet, then briskly relieved of his clothes.  His young shaft stood out obviously against his light fur, and before he could swoon in his mesmerized state, he was laid back down, glowing golden eyes half-lidded and sleepy.
	"Watch me." Sonata purred to her playmate.  She met his gaze with her ensnaring stare once more.  Soft fingers stroked over his young shaft, and a long, textured feline tongue slowly slid past her lips.  She deftly dragged that bristled muscle along the underside of Lucas's cock, and was rewared by the most delicious of moans.  Sonata squeezed her thighs together and licked all the way to the tip of his shaft.  She gave him but a moment to process what he'd just experienced, then went down and engulfed that yummy boy meat with lips and tongue.
	Lucas's young body convulsed and arched as his sitter's wet mouth treated him to sensations he'd not even yet fantasized.  Whatever he'd seen in pictures or done with his own hand very clearly did not compare to what Sonata could do for him.  His unadulterated blissful cries resounded from the walls, filling the room with a chorus of pleasured sounds.  It didn't take long at all for the young bighorn to reach his limit, and in just a couple minutes, he was thrusting his hips upward and feeding Sonata his sweet, sticky seed.
	"Mmm." the hypnotic kitten purred and swallowed up every drop of that sweet treat.  She gave him one long, final lick before releasing him from her maw, that hypnotic glow gradually vanishing from her gaze.  "Good little ram.  How do you feel?"
	"A... Amazing, ma'am.  Thank you." The blissed out boy offered her a weak smile.  Such intense pleasure had taken it all out of him.
	"And you want to feel good again, don't you?"
	"Oh, yes..."
	"Well then." Once more, Sonata's eyes blazed with golden light, ensnaring Lucas's already helpless mind.  "You won't tell anyone about this.  And you won't remember it unless I tell you to.  Right?"
	"R... Right." The little bighorn's tone evened out as a soft, dreamy drone as that overwhelming power subjugated him once again.  The golden glow never once retreated from his irises.
	Sonata, pleased with her work, leaned in and gave the little cub a long, deep kiss, then climbed off the couch and stretched from head to toe.  She had him dress himself, then made herself decent, and let the mind-melting glow fade from her eyes.  "Take a nap.  Wake in fifteen minutes."
	With that, Lucas sprawled out along the couch and fell into a deep hypnotic slumber.  Sonata smirked at the adorable sight and went off to spruce herself up a little, just to maintain the illusion of innocence.  They still had a whole weekend, after all.  Plenty of time to play around some more...