College wasn’t supposed to be like this. College was supposed to be like high school; he would make new friends, explore his new freedoms, relegate schooling to the back of his mind and still past with mostly A’s. 
        This, unfortunately, was not reality.
        ‘Dr. Lynch Castrgard’. That was what the freshly-painted sign read above the door, the gold paint still wet in spots. He was the new college counselor, filling in after Dr. Meriwether took a sudden sabbatical.  The rabbit stood outside the door for a moment before he swallowed and pushed the door open, making his way into the office.
        The room was sparsely decorated. This was to be expected, given that Dr. Castrgard had only just moved in, but this was perhaps taken a step further. The great oak bookshelves along the wall stood empty and no pictures at all adorned the wall. A massive desk swallowed the middle of the room, and behind it was an overstuffed armchair. A smaller chair sat in front of the desk, and nothing sat on the desk itself. The sole decoration was a small diploma hanging over the window. ‘Dr. Lynch Castrgard, Ph.D’. 
        Under that diploma stood the new counselor himself, a statuesque black jackal in a tailored suit. It contoured his body nicely, almost in a sexual way, showing off the canine’s shapely legs, chiseled arms and broad shoulders quite well. And, Cho had to admit, it framed his round ass almost with intent. The rabbit was loathe to admit it, given his girlfriend and orientation, but this before him is what would be considered a ‘hot’ guy. 
        Cho stood there for almost an uncomfortable amount of time before the black jackal turned around, sporting a wide smile. “Ah… Cho, is it?” He offered his paw. “I’m Dr. Castrgard, but please, call me Lynch.” His voice dripped with sincerity. 
        Cho regarded the paw for a moment before taking it, returning a firm handshake. “C-Cho.” He said quietly, then again more confidently. “I’m Cho. I’m here because I’m on academic probation.” At least that’s what the letter said, bold red letters splashed across the top of the paper. 
        “Of course. I read your file before you came in. Come, sit!” Lynch took a seat in his plush chair, a plume of purplish dust swirling into the air as he did. The rabbit coughed and took his own seat. “Forgive the, uh, dust. Cleaning agents and all that. Perfectly harmless.”
        Cho rubbed his suddenly running eyes and nodded. “That’s, uh… that’s fine.” He said. It was, of course, not fine. Cho was rather sensitive to irritants, and a dust of cleaning agent sounded as irritating as anything. He wasn’t feeling the effects other than bleary eyes, however, and he didn’t want to offend the counselor. He was Cho’s only hope of staying in college.
        Lynch let Cho rub his eyes for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to study him. His file said that the rabbit was a little skittish when nervous, but was rarely nervous and overall was sociable. He would be the perfect person to test out his new methods on. Plus, Cho’s grades certainly would go up. The jackal was, on occasion, prone to kindness. 
        He said, “Cho. So, uh, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He pulled out Cho’s file and let it thud on the desk with a sense of finality. He made a show of looking through it, but as he stated before, he’d looked through the whole file already. “I won’t waste your time; in short, I read a lot of statements like ‘Bright, but distracted’ in here. ‘Chatty, smart, uh, unfocused.” Lynch closed the file and looked up at the rabbit, who was busy studying his feet. “Your high school, on the other hand, described you as bright, but focused and obedient. What’s the matter?”
        The question hung in the air, and Cho pondered it a few moments. Everything was just… so different. He had so much more responsibility than before, and no one to tell him what to do, where to go. Truth be told, Cho knew that his parents were the key to his high school success. He was told no when he had homework to do, he hung out with friends only if his grades were high, he never skipped or his ass would be red. But his parents weren’t here.
        “I dunno.” He said, not looking up from his feet, taking great interest in the way his toes slightly poked out of his worn sneakers. 
        “Now Cho,” Lynch said in reply, smiling softly and folding his arms. “I may be new, but I, uh, I know better than that. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here to help!” He paused, seeing that his words had no effect on the rabbit. He tried again, firmly this time. “I understand that things are different, things are harder. You’re not used to struggling. But you’re this close from flunking college during your first semester.” Now Cho’s ears flipped back, and he looked up slowly. Now he was being effected.
        “Now again, Cho.” He said. “Tell me what’s going on? I want to help.” 
        Cho sighed, scuffing the carpeted floor with his feet a few moments before deciding to speak. Lynch was right; he was about to flunk out of college, wasting his parent’s money and more importantly, disappointing everyone. 
        “It’s just… I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s just different from what I imagined it to be like. It’s different from high school. At high school I could slack off, chase girls, hang with friends and procrastinate all the time! It was easy, I got solid A’s, I even held down a sport or two sometimes. But here… here it’s different.”
        “Here, I try to do it all. I chase girls, hang with friends, play games, procrastinate, and… and I’m just failing. Every time I try to get more determined, every time I’m dead set on doing the right thing, one of those things interfere and I choose wrong and I fail and I-”
        Lynch interrupted. “Cho! Cho, that’s, uh… I get it Cho. I understand.”
        “You do?”
        “Of course! I mean, I was in college once. I was just like you in highschool, and I was just like you in the beginning of my college career. I had the same struggles, the same thoughts. I get it.”
        Cho was surprised. He didn’t think that his experiences were exactly unique to him -- he was not that egotistical -- but he certainly thought that nobody successful in any sense of the word had his struggles. And here was this counselor, someone who probably made a six figure income, saying that he had the same exact struggles as before. He was stunned. And he was ecstatic. 
        “So… you worked through it too, didn’t you?” The rabbit said softly, not wanting to betray his eagerness. Some part of him, despite his outburst, was still thinking about his reputation for coolness. “Which one did you give up? Girls? Friends? I tried giving them up but… it just made me have even less energy.
        Lynch shook his head. “That’s the exact opposite of what you want to do. Retreating into yourself only, uh, only makes depression worse, and depression does a good job of sapping any determination and willpower you have left.”
        Cho’s eyebrows furrowed. “Depression?” He said, echoing Lynch’s words. He didn’t feel depressed.
        “Depression.” Confirmed Lynch with a curt nod, leaning onto the desk. “I know you don’t feel depressed-- I didn’t feel depressed either. But I’ve had years of experience. I can tell.”
        The rabbit fell silent for a few moments, contemplating what the jackal said. It didn’t sound like him to be depressed… but now that it was mentioned, he did have all the signs. Besides, Lynch would know what he was talking about, he’d went to school didn’t he? And he had depression to boot!
        Cho stayed in silent thought for a few moments, and Lynch waited patiently as the rabbit twirled his ears absent mindedly. Finally he looked up, an uncertain look in his eyes. 
        “Lynch?”
        “Yes, Cho?”
        “Can you help me?”
        Hook, line and sinker. Lynch hid the smallest of smiles, nodding as he put on a mask of concern. “Of course I can.” He said, standing in his chair. “I… I know the way that I got out of it, but I'm going to have to ask you to trust me. It works, it takes some time but, uh, but it works, and it’s a little weird.”
        Cho was put off just a little, but intrigued at the same time. He raised an eyebrow, leaning on the desk. “What is it?” He asked.
        “Hypnosis.” Lynch said. 
        “Hypnosis?”
        “Hypnosis, yes.”
        “Hypnosis.” Cho wanted to laugh, wanted to get up and leave. Hypnosis? He didn’t believe in hypnosis in the least -- it was for weak minded fools at best and quacks at worst. There was no way hypnosis would work on him even if it was real, he believed, and it wasn’t in any case! He’d been to those shows, his uncle was a magician. Planted people in the audience, that’s all. In real life, hypnosis did nothing.
        And yet… there was something about Lynch that made Cho want to trust him, even on something as silly as this. Hypnosis was a laughable concept, but…
        “Yeah.” Cho said softly, nodding as he surprised himself. “Yeah, I’ll try it.”
        Just to see if it works, he reasoned to himself. It won’t work of course, it doesn’t ever work. But because he respected Lynch, and believed him when he said that hypnosis worked for his own depression. Maybe it was just a per-person thing.
        “Excellent, uh, Cho.” Lynch nodded, standing up and walking around the slab of oak desk to the student. “Do you want to do it right now? I have a few ideas that I think can help you, and you’ll report back to me once every two days to tell me your progress. Okay?”
        “Okay.” said Cho, unable to keep back a small laugh. This was going to be interesting at the very least. Pah, hypnosis.
        “Alright, I’m going to have to have you close your eyes, clear your mind, and empty it. I want you thinking nothing of my voice.”
        The rabbit complied, though with an air of amused disbelief, closing his eyes and leaning back in the chair as comfortably as he could.
        “Good. Now, I want you to think of a pool…” That was the last thing that the rabbit was conscious of. 


        Cho found himself in a void. He wasn’t sure how he got there, or where he was going, but there was a feeling of purpose to his existence where he was. He looked around at the blackness, curious in a detached, numb way. He was this way for an amount of time, the length of which he wasn’t certain, until he looked down and found himself floating into a pool. It wasn’t there a second ago, and now it was. Cho accepted that.
        The water was a sparkling, shimmering emerald, just like the counselor’s eyes, deep and enthralling. Just as he was about to reach the surface of the water, he floated to the ladder into the pool, touching down on the rough concrete at the edge. He accepted this too, looking once more around the void before turning his attention to the ladder. He felt that he should go down it.
        Step.
        The rabbit cautiously slid a wide foot into the water, and found that as the liquid lapped at the leather of his loafers they dissolved, turning into nothing as suddenly as the pool turned into something. He lowered his foot until he felt the first step of the ladder, and then, grabbing the railing for support, lowered the second foot in. He could see his shoes turning into nothing through the emerald water, the light diffracting upon his white-furred feet. The water was warm -- he felt warm. Cho accepted this.
Step.
He took another step into the depths of the pool, lowering his left foot down onto the next step. The fabric of his pants that dipped into the water turned into nothing just as his shoes. “Cho!” Before lowering his second foot, Cho looked up at the sound of a void. His girlfriend’s voice. “Mel!” He called back, waving. Melissa was a golden retriever who was the exact opposite of her stereotypes. She wasn’t perky and energetic and high strung; Melissa was relaxed and devil-may-care. That’s why she insisted on being called ‘Mel’. Melissa was too formal. Why was Mel here? He didn’t question it. 
As he lowered his right foot into the water, his pants dissolved as before, joining the void in non-existence. He watched this with detached curiosity, and then looked up at his girlfriend. Mel was still there, waving and giving him a gentle half-grin. Her breasts were shrinking away, as was her bra, leaving broad shoulders and muscular pecs in place of his formerly feminine body. His panties dissolved too, but instead of turning into nothing, they reshaped themselves into boxer briefs, neon green with a pouch for his bulge. His hips became more square, and his ass more muscular and sculpted. Cho accepted this. 
Step.
This step was much further down, and Cho lowered himself to his hips, watching the rest of his pants-come-shorts turn into nothingness, along with his boxers. His balls floated free in the water, swinging along with the gentle current produced by the bubbling jets. He lowered himself a little more, and his t-shirt became more a belly shirt, the emerald water lapping at his lower ribs. He felt a warm, tingling sensation in his ass and his belly, and suddenly he felt hungry. He looked back up at Mel, who was waiting on the other side of the pool. Cho wanted this. 
Ground.
The rabbit lowered himself one more time, his paws scraping against the bottom of the pool as he floated, the entirety of his shirt turning into nothingness. His wet fur floated a little in the water, obscuring but not hiding the contours of his form. He was not feminine; his hips were a little narrower than his shoulders and his waist dipped only a moderate amount in before giving way to his chest. However, he was not manly either. He didn’t have much to speak for in terms of muscle. He was simply lanky and soft. ‘Twink’. The word appeared in his mind, and it felt right. Cho was a twink. He always was and always would be. It was simply who he was. Cho accepted this. 
“C’mere.” Mel commanded gently, and the rabbit complied, wading his way through the warm water. Mel’s length swelled the closer his boyfriend got, a veined, throbbing tapered tip poking through the top of the water. To call Mel massive would be an understatement -- he was just this side of believability. Any larger and he might not have had the blood to support such a weapon. Cho didn’t care about that, however. He was just hungry for cock.
“Kneel, boy.” The dog took on a more commanding tone, and Cho complied immediately, a wave of obedience and pleasure washing over him. He sank to his knees, level with the drooling shaft. Almost a foot and a half long, a couple inches thick, the skin a mixture of red and purple veins, thudding in time with the athletic retriever’s heartbeat. It consumed the rabbit’s thoughts, but his lips hovered a few inches from it, awaiting the order.
Mel grinned, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. He enjoyed this control he had, and he was happy to flaunt it a little. The dog teased the rabbit, prodding at his lips, but still he kept his mouth closed, whimpering up with pleading eyes towards Mel. 
“Good boy. Now suck.”
The rabbit felt no hesitation as he wrapped his lips around the tip of the dog’s cock, shivering a bit at the bitter taste. It satisfied a craving in him that he didn’t know he had, but at the same time, it seemed like he was always aware of it. As he began to suckle, flicking his tongue around the tip and down the shaft a little, the memories flooded his mind. Every instance that he once felt attraction to a female was replaced with the need for cock, the lust for ass, the fluttering of a heart when a cute boy walked by. His girlfriends, every one of them that he ever had, was replaced in his mind by a boy. Every time he fucked a girl, every time he lived up to his stereotype and reamed them senseless was replaced by a similar encounter with a boy, except he was on bottom, his hungry ass swallowing cock like it was made for it.
The more memories created for him, the more eagerly he approached the gift of cock before him, bobbing his head a little deeper, drooling a little more. Mel bit his lip, holding back a groan as his toes curled. Cho didn’t notice consciously how happy he was making his ‘boyfriend’, but subliminally he was associating happiness with the muffled grunts of another man. Mel’s paw gingerly cupped the back of the rabbit’s head, and when Cho didn’t protest, grabbed the scruff more forcefully, slamming Cho down on that shaft by his throat. 
The rabbit’s eyes flew wide, tears brimming over, and loud gags and coughs filled the air, drool and saliva soaking Mel’s crotch as he struggled to breathe. Even so, he didn’t resist, just desperately tried to relax his throat as the mutt throatfucked him. With every short thrust his throat yielded a little more, and by the time a few minutes passed Mel was throatfucking Cho like a champ, the poor rabbit’s throat bulging out and he wasn’t even halfway down Mel’s shaft.
Perhaps the rabbit could have taken it all, but he never had a chance to find out. Mel let out a little cry, and his thighs tightened in the rabbit’s grip. He pumped into Cho’s throat once, twice, one more time and then yelled, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as he came like a horse. Rope after rope of thick, steaming cum filled the rabbit’s mouth and coated his throat, oozing into his stomach and shooting out his nose. The taste of cum gave Cho a miniature orgasm of his own, humping into the water as his cock throbbed but failed to cum. A few moments passed and Mel’s orgasm subsided. He pulled back his cock with a wet suckling sound and chuckled, wiping the drool and cum off on Cho’s ears. Cho shivered a little-- the feeling was somehow erotic to him. 
“Good boy, Cho. Good boy.”
Slowly the pool began to fade out, and the void was the only thing for a few moments. Subtly at first, reality begun to shine back in, and Cho soon found himself sitting in Dr. Lynch’s office. He was panting and groaning, and a monumental erection was straining against his jeans, struggling to get out. A little spot of pre stained the fabric. Cum dribbled from his nose and mouth onto his chin and chest, and his eyes were glazed and bloodshot. His fur was disheveled, cum and spit and pre clumping the beautiful grey sea into darker bits. A little bit of seed oozed down into his ear, and he shivered at the sensation. Maybe it would go to his brain.
Across the desk sat Dr. Lynch, smiling pleasantly with folded arms, leaning on the desk. “I’m glad we could have such a productive chat, Cho. I’m just as invested in your future as you are.” He said softly, as if chatting over coffee. He paused a moment, but Cho did not react, still trying to come back to reality. All the ideas now in his head were in a state of flux, battling for control of his head. None of this seemed right… from his memories down to his state. Dr. Lynch continued. “You’re going to leave your boyfriend -- you won’t even talk to him -- and you’re going to be single for a while. Your relationship has been bringing down your grades, distracting you, and you need to be free, right? I look forward to seeing you next week at the same time. You are dismissed.”
Cho slowly stood, unsteady on his feet as he rubbed his eyes. He was going to cut off contact with his boyfriend. He was single now, and he was going to mingle now. Something told him that he didn’t have a boyfriend, he had a girlfriend, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He had a boyfriend. Now he was single. That was the truth, he was always gay. 
The rabbit slowly smiled, cum-covered teeth on full display. “Next week!” he said cheerily, gagging a bit. His throat didn’t feel right. He shrugged a bit, ignoring that odd little bit. He also ignored the cum coming from his nose and mouth, dismissing it entirely as he walked out of the room and out of the building, heading towards his dorm. 
He felt free.