[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 21
Sponsored by DuskCypher
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








The night passed in dreamless sleep, and the morning came with the ringing of the bedside phone. Sean groaned as he leaned over the side, looking at the shaking handset, and debated letting it ring all the way through. Knowing that it would only come to a second call, and perhaps a visit to his room if he didn’t eventually answer, the fox reached over and pulled it to his ear. 

“Hello?” he muttered. 

“Hello, Mr. Decar,” said a voice that he recognized as the dolphin front desk manager from the night before. Surprising that he was still on shift. “I trust I’m not interrupting you with a client.”

“You didn’t send anyone up, so no.”

“Ah. I assumed that they would make their way up. I apologize. You have a list of different clients waiting, of course.”

“Mmmph.” He grumbled as he sat up, biting off a sudden hiss as the chastity cage around his sheath suddenly pulled tight around his morning wood. He needed to do something about that and stop bowing to other people keeping it on him. “I’ll come down to get the list in a few minutes. Anything else?”

“There were two attempts to complain, but we have held those and told them that they need to talk to you today.”

“Anyone in particular?”

“An orca woman that seemed rather put out that she had to share a hotel with a prostitute –”

“No worries there.”

“And a young stallion that seemed altogether shocked before I told him who he’d have to complain to.”

“…College guy, bit clueless?”

“That would describe him, Mr. Decar.”

[i]Jack.[/i] This would be the time when someone from the ‘Resistance’ managed to track him down and talk to him. This was not the time for it, either, considering all the different balls he was trying to juggle. At the same time, he knew that Jack was just good enough to make himself irksome and just incompetent enough to get caught and make a commotion. Considering his little deal with the Resistance, he needed to ensure that the horse didn’t get caught by someone that would start making problems. 

“I’ll see the stallion. Did you give him my room number?”

“Of course not, sir. This is a professional establishment.”

Well, at least there was that. If Jack had found out that he was here, though, that meant that either the horse had managed to find a place to stay in the hotel, or…

[i]…He wouldn’t be that stupid, would he?[/i]

“Please hold,” he muttered, getting to his feet and leaving the phone speaker-up on the bed. He walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and over to the balcony and looked out and down. 

Right there in the parking lot, in the bushes at the very edge of the property, was a stallion kneeling down in the dirt with his eyes covered by a pair of binoculars. He was only slightly hidden from the eye at this height, and while there might not have been anyone at the ground level that would see him from the hotel, anyone passing by in a car would notice the stalker-like behavior. He slapped a hand across his forehead, particularly when he noticed the binoculars point at him and then get dropped almost instantly. 

He walked back into the bedroom and picked up the phone. 

“I saw him. I’ll take care of that.”

“And the orca woman, sir?”

“Room number?”

“332, sir.”

“Thank you.”

That was all that he needed. He could handle her later. For now, Jack. 

Having left all his clothes behind, his only option for getting dressed and covering himself was the bathrobe that hung over the bathroom door. He debated using it, but then shrugged it off. He’d come here naked to test out the power of the lenses, he’d continue being naked to make a point. It was going to surprise Jack, anyway, and that was one of the big points of fun here. 

Leaving the penthouse with his card between his fingers, he took the elevator down. The morning crowd in the lobby immediately turned to stare at him, their eyes going wide at the sight of a fox in a chastity cage stepping into the lobby. 

Sean sighed, flicking his eyes between them. It was like watching them spasm in and out of reality, going stiff and still every time that he looked at them. A dozen Trance.exe programs were running at once, downloading piecemeal, and in short order, all of them were relaxed, limp, slumped forward ever so slightly. 

[i]You will not notice a naked fox running around unless you are aroused by him. 

You will not be angry about a naked fox running around. 

You will find yourself eager to prove yourself with the naked fox running around. 

You will find prostitution legal and be interested in experiencing it.[/i]

They were very simple commands, but they would keep him from getting in trouble. He walked through the crowd, making sure to pat a few crotches as he went. There was a moose that was particularly large that he would enjoy some fun with later, if there was anything in that mind that was particularly interested in other men. 

As he walked across the parking lot, still in the nude, it was impossible to miss Jack in the distance. The horse might have hidden himself initially, but it was quite clear that he hadn’t expected to be spotted, nor did he know what to do if he was. Sean shook his head as he crossed the parking lot, walking over some of the cars just for the hell of it and leaping down onto the concrete again. 

Eventually, he stood just below the ridge that the horse was kneeling on. He tapped his foot. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Uh, what do you mean? There’s no one here.”

“…Are you seriously trying something that stupid?”

“Not anymore.”

His frequent customer from college hopped down, shaking his head and looking side to side almost desperately. Sean shook his head, grabbing the horse by the head and holding him still, making eye contact. 

“Look at me. You don’t want to do that. It’s just going to make you more conspicuous.”

“Conspicuous? You’re the one naked in public.”

“Yes, and I have ways of taking care of that. You don’t.”

“There’s no way that you’re hiding the glasses on you now.”

“You want to bet on that?”

Of course, it was more that he was wearing the contact lenses now, and that was impossible to see without an examination that Jack was clearly not willing to do at that point in time. The stallion blushed, looking away as much as Sean was willing to let him. 

“What are you doing here? I thought –”

“I’m on vacation. What are [i]you[/i] doing here?”

“…The, uh, ‘club’ was wanting to know what was going on.”

“With what?”

“The mayor getting arrested, and your dad making moves.”

“Oh, so now I’m a spy.”

“Well, that’s…you…you said you’d help.”

“I got you the documents, and you are ready to take them down, I’m sure. What else do you want?”

“Something. Anything.”

“…Ugh.” Sean rubbed his forehead. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. You can at least talk to me somewhere comfortable rather than out here.”

“You’re the one that came out naked.”

“And you’re the one that filed a complaint.”

“You…you heard about that?”

“I made sure I would. Now come on.”

Back into the hotel they went – followed by a brief moment where Sean had to trance someone else that had entered in the meantime – and then up the elevator. He only paused at the front desk to get his client list for the day, then they were off. He stood with his hands behind his back, all while Jack stood wringing his own hands. 

“Stop that,” he muttered. 

“Can’t help it. This place is huge, and there’s gotta be cameras everywhere.”

“Probably, but I can take care of that.”

They reached the penthouse floor, and they stepped out and into the penthouse proper. He flopped himself onto the couch, leaning back with his feet on the arm of the couch. He folded his arms behind his head, his cock clinking quietly as the cage around it flicked about. 

Jack looked as uncomfortable as Sean had ever seen him. The horse had always been that richy-rich guy at college, the sort of jock that had come from a well-to-do family that didn’t want to be associated with any sorts of scandals. Unless that had been an act, too, he supposed, but that wasn’t that likely. His client had never been that good an actor. 

Which meant that he had been in this sort of setting before, so it wasn’t the wealthy look of the place that was getting to him. What was it then?

Ah. That. 

“You don’t think I deserve this, do you?” he asked. 

“What?” Jack blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“A naked little whore in a rich penthouse. That’s what’s making you so uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“Well…it’s weird. That’s all. It’s just weird.”

“Uh-huh. I thought that your little resistance was supposed to be making things better for everyone.”

“Well, it’s going to be better when we go back to what it was. When people weren’t so controlled, when they had the free will to do what they wanted.”

[i]Not that it would change that much for your lifestyle,[/i] he thought. [i]I might have a deputy mayor for a father, but you came from money. Probably the only thing that would change for you is that you’re spending it on what you choose rather than what this controlled society says you should.[/i]

Shaking his head, he crossed his legs at the ankles, even going so far as to dig his heel in a bit on the couch. It left a dirt mark, one that he didn’t care about, but which obviously offended Jack to an extent. He sighed. 

“Look. You want to know what’s going on?”

“That’s why I came by.”

“My dad’s overthrowing the mayor and installing himself as the new head of the city. He’s going to be using the council to make some emergency changes to the city’s charter and constitution, and then he’s going to basically make himself the head man for the rest of his life. No idea if he’s turning it hereditary or not, but the way that things are going, he’s probably going to try and see me dead before long, so it won’t really matter.”

He’d said it with as blasé a tone as he could muster, and it hit Jack hard. Just as he’d expected, the stallion’s eyes went wide, his mouth hung open, and when he tried to speak, it was with a stutter, stammer, and shiver in his voice. 

And that was why the little Resistance group was all but useless in his eyes. They weren’t ready for the realities of things. The only one that seemed to have some idea of what they were doing was the guy in charge, that jackal with one blind eye. That one seemed to get what was happening, what kind of things could be done to them, but the others? They just wanted to remove the control that the enemy had on them. 

The one thing that they wanted was the one thing that was never going to happen. The world had fallen under the power of this sort of control. Maybe there were remote places outside of the Federation where the world didn’t operate under the same rules, but it was unlikely. Any country that didn’t use the same sort of control over its citizens would be operating at a deficit compared to the ones that did. It was a competition, and the people at the top wouldn’t dare allow someone else to win. 

Jack didn’t get it. Just like all the others, he just saw it as the story of getting rid of the bad guys and the world sorting itself out. It didn’t work like that. 

“That’s…you’re going to stop him, right?” Jack asked. “You’re going to keep him from becoming mayor, right?”

“And from killing me, too?”

“Well, I assumed [i]that[/i].”

“Sure you did.” Sean shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m going to take care of things, don’t you worry about that. It’ll be weird, and it’ll probably be different to what you expect, but I’m taking care of it.”

“How?”

“That’s going to be a surprise.”

“Sean –”

“Jack, I know you want to know, but with everything that I’ve seen? I don’t trust the Resistance. I barely trust you.”

“…Why? We’re the good guys.”

[i]No, you’re the idealists, and idealists become zealots in very short order. Zealots are the stupidest things you can have for anything but cannon fodder.[/i]

But that wasn’t something that he could say to the stallion. He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head a few times. 

“Look. If I tell you, you’re going to tell me that it’s the wrong thing to do. You’re going to tell me to do it your way, and then I’m going to argue with you, and eventually, we’re going to reach the point where either I use the glasses, or you end up getting angry enough to get physical.”

“…I didn’t say that. I wasn’t going to do anything like that.”

“No, but your boss would push you to.”

“…I, um…”

“What?”

“I could fuck you if you tell me?”

Sean laughed despite himself. The stupid offer was something that he might have expected from Richard, or his father, or someone that knew how to use their body. It was something that he had never expected from Jack, particularly after all their sessions and everything that he had needed to do to make sure that the stallion didn’t go soft, didn’t get scared and run off. 

He was still laughing as he pulled his legs around, putting them on the coffee table instead. He shook his head, looking at the very confused stallion. 

“You, bribing me with sex? I think that you have this the entire wrong way around.”

“I’m just saying. You’ve always loved my dick.”

“For its size, yes. For the way that you use it, not so much, no offense.”

“…I thought you loved it.”

“Jack, with all due respect, you paid me to be there for you, to tell you the things that got you off. Anytime that you get a whore to do stuff with you, expect that half of the compliments are fake. At least half of them.”

He was hurting the horse, and he sighed. That wasn’t what he had meant to do, and he honestly didn’t like going down that road. However, he didn’t see much in the way of alternatives. If he didn’t get a bit abrupt, if he didn’t do something to make it clear that they were only circumstantially on the same side, then they were going to have far worse problems down the road. 

“Jack. I’m happy to have you as a client. I’m willing to do some of the things that your friends want done. But in the end, I’m in this for my own reasons. I have my own goals. You’re not going to be happy with those, so it’s for the best that you don’t know how I’m going to get things done. That way, you can go to sleep happy, your guys get what they want, and I get what I want.”

“But what about everything else?”

“Everything else?” He chuckled. “We figure that out as it goes. For now, unless you want to make an appointment, why don’t you go back to your friends and tell them that I have everything as well in hand as can be expected? They can breathe easy.”

“…And that favor you plan to cash in?”

“You’ll see. Still debating that one.”

“Pretty sure the boss put a time limit on that.”

“Pretty sure he didn’t.”

“…”

“Go on.”

He waved his hand, and Jack was on his way. He shook his head as soon as the stallion left the room, getting to his feet and walking around to where the horse had been standing, fidgeting against the wall. Rubbing his hand along the doorframe, he felt smooth wood, smooth wall, and then – 

[i]There you are.[/i]

A little listening bug. Not much of a bug, really, just a portable microphone with a sticky bit on the back that would let it cling to the walls. He shook his head at the sight of it, picking it up and taking it to the balcony. Sean waited, looking over the railing until he saw Jack leaving the building. Then he threw it. 

He managed to plink the stallion right on the back of the head, and he watched as Jack stopped, picked up the fallen device, and then looked up. Sean shook his head, wagging his finger from side to side. 

[i]He doesn’t learn,[/i] he thought. [i]And he’s very bad at that.[/i]

Sitting back down on the couch, he reached down to his cock and balls. The former was completely sealed behind steel, half-solid, half-mesh, while the latter were heavy and full, sagging down and pulling on his crotch. They might have even gotten a little bigger than he was used to, he wasn’t entirely sure. He grumbled as he realized just how heavy they felt, though, and how much he wanted to empty them. 

The chastity cage had started fun, but it had rapidly become a problem for him. He wanted a break from it, something that would make him feel more like a good slut for a while, something that let him show just how much he enjoyed having his ass filled and his feet played with and…well, everything that he did. 

He shook his head. The fact that it was made the way it was kept his cock from sliding out of his sheath for more than a few centimeters, and as soon as it got to that point, the head started rubbing against the mesh end. It made for some serious discomfort, and he knew for a fact that it wasn’t coming off without some sort of lockpick. 

[i]Or Aston’s keys.[/i]

Shaking his head, he flopped his head back against the back of the couch. He might as well start looking through clients, then he could visit the orca woman at the end of the day, find out what was going on with her, and make sure that she didn’t raise a stink about the prostitution. He looked at the file that the clerk had given him. It had a list of profiles and came complete with pictures and room numbers, and – 

“Ah. That explains things.”

The first one was an orca male, and he was staying in room 332. Same room as the woman that had made the complaint, same species. 

“Well, that solves that problem.”

He shook his head. Cheating couples were always an interesting thing to deal with. He didn’t particularly like dragging himself through that quagmire, but there were occasions when it could be kind of sexy, particularly when he could tease the husband into admitting how much more he liked fucking some gay ass rather than his wife’s pussy. There was something altogether sexy about that sort of teasing. 

[i]Not that I think that these two would go for that, if she’s opened an official complaint with the hotel…[/i]

Shaking his head, he flicked through the rest of the different potential clients. None of them were out and out bad, but some of them were kicked right out for their species. He saw that some were mice, and he could tell that they weren’t tops looking for ass. They were bottoms looking for dick. Not that he would mind fucking some of the more obstinate bottoms with his chastity cage as a strap-on, but he needed to make some real money, not just work as a punishment machine. 

Eventually, he sorted through the list for the ideal clients. He only had so much time in the day, and the ones that he picked were the ones that would both satisfy him the most – hopefully – and have the most money to pay him. He needed something for the bills he was racking up. 

Gathering the file under his arm with the discarded ones left on the couch, he left the room again. So what if he was a little dirty from the walk across the parking lot? He could wipe that off as he walked, and he was going to get a great deal dirtier by the time that he was done with this. 

Taking the elevator down two floors, he stepped out, traumatized a cleaner with a bit of full frontal, and walked down the hall to the fourth door on the left. He knocked, waited, and smiled as a rather broad-shouldered cheetah opened the door. 

“Hello, Mr. Phelps. I believe that we have business to conduct…”

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Five hours and just as many clients later, a cum-drenched fox made his way down to the third floor to deal with this orca woman. He had seed from no less than seven men dribbling from his hole as two men wanted their secretaries that happened to be traveling with them to fuck him too, and that meant that he was walking through slime. The mess that he was treading through the hotel would be the bane of the cleaning staff, he was sure, but at this point, he was more focused on getting this finished. 

Still, he had made a fair bit of money. The rich guys had paid him at least five hundred a person, and that meant that he had walked out of those five hours with a minimum of $3,500, plus tips. There were very large tips, too. 

He walked up to room 332 and knocked. A little clench and release sent another wave of white down his legs, and he smiled as he wiggled his toes in the creamy mess at his feet. It had been a while since he’d had so much fun. 

He half-expected the husband to answer the door, but instead, it was the wife. The orca woman was fairly tall, nearly tall enough to hit the top of the doorframe, and she had the shoulders of a linebacker rather than the rather rounded women that he had seen elsewhere in the hotel. Obviously, the species passed on bulk to both genders. 

She gasped at the sight of him, obviously caught off-guard by his nudity, and he took the opportunity to look her in the eye. A slight spark caught him, left him wincing slightly, but the link was established. 

[i]Trance.exe initiated.[i]

And just like that, she was limp. No resistance, not even the slightest bit. He nodded towards the inside of the room, and she was already backing up, making it clear that he was allowed in. She stepped back, staring through lidded eyes at the far wall. 

“Is your husband here?” he asked. 

“He’s out,” she muttered. 

“Good. Then let’s just settle this. What’s your name?”

“Janice Miller.”

“Hmm, hmm…”

He stepped into the room, looking around. There wasn’t much that immediately caught his eye, but once he stepped out of the hallway leading in from the hotel hallway, he saw that there was something interesting leaning against the bed. There was a gun belt there, one that had a pistol jammed into a holster, as well as a couple of pins that were set beside it. He narrowed his eyes. 

“What is that?” he asked. 

“They’re my husband’s.”

“But what are they?”

“Rank and insignia, and his weapon.”

“Who is he? Some kind of policeman?”

“He’s a general in the Federal Guard.”

A general. A traveling general that wanted some company, and one that held active duty? Oh, this was just too good an opportunity, and here he was just visiting to deal with the wife. Oh, that was just utterly perfect. 

[i]If I had someone like that, then…[/i]

The head of the Black Hats had promised that he could keep what he took. That was all well and good, but that didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be another issue going on, something else that would start trying to take what he had away from him. If he didn’t have someone to defend the city, himself, Paul, and the others, then it wouldn’t matter if he took it in the first place. Someone else, someone outside of the Black Hats, could still reach out and take it away from him. 

But if he had a general as a leader, and the soldiers that he commanded…

His mind was racing ahead of him, and he needed to slow down and think about it for a moment or three. He tapped his forehead as he leaned against the wall, thinking it through. 

[i]He already wants me as a whore for the night. No way that he knows what I really am. Yes, that would work out, and he’s probably big enough to enjoy…[/i]

“How big’s your husband’s dick?” he muttered. 

“Thirteen inches,” the orca woman grunted. 

“That’ll do. You sit on the bed and wait. If your husband comes in, tell him that I’m using the shower and that he needs to wait.”

“…”

“Oh, and here.”

He turned to face her again, engaging the trance more fully. Organizing his thoughts into desires for being cuckolded, the desire to watch her husband fuck other men, the need to get off to her husband sticking his dick in other people, he sent it over. Almost instantly, she gasped, and her eyes widened ever so slightly. Not enough to take her out of the tranced, blissed-out look, but enough to make her shift her position, enough to make her look like she might have slipped out if he pushed her much harder. 

That would do. That would do. 

He ducked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, ensuring that it was quite hot before sliding under the stream. The hiss that it made hitting his fur was just what he needed, and the feeling of all the slime and grime being taken away was a blessing and a half. Sean sighed, running his hands through his hair and down his body, enjoying the way that all that cum just disappeared down the drain. 

[i]If I do this right, then I won’t have to worry,[/i] he thought. [i]A general, soldiers, support from the city council, then a message through the media and Black Hats…[/i]

He’d have the city. 

He’d have his brother back. 

He’d have everything that he had ever wanted, and nobody would be able to take it from him again. That was the beauty of the plan. He’d be safe, and so would everyone else, and he’d have the power to make sure that they did what he said, because after all this, he was hard-pressed to credit anyone else with genuine intelligence. 

[i]That’s why the Resistance can’t take over. They just want the same thing except with free will. And why would anyone not want to fix this?[/i]

Just the people at the top. Just the people that had the power, or the money, or the strength to do what they wanted. Nobody at the bottom would want to give this up. He wasn’t sure that anyone could. 

Sean allowed himself to sit down in the shower rather than stand, crossing his legs and letting the water wash his feet. He stared straight down as the strings of sweat, slime, and grime were washed away, leaving his fur clean, if not fresh. He stared down at the mess, imagining what would happen when he was in charge. 

It was the first time that he put much thought to it. The fact that he’d be a dictator of sorts – and he would have to be, in all but name, with the mind control powers that he’d have – meant that he’d be able to do anything. He could be as debauched or as chaste as he liked. He could make people do whatever he wanted, be whatever he wanted.

[i]Maybe I can give myself some intelligent company for a change,[/i] he thought as a half-hearted joke. 

He shook his head. Even if he could – and he wasn’t entirely sure that he could accomplish something like that – he didn’t think he would. Someone else might think that they could run it better, and then the little paradise that he was making for himself, the safe place, would be threatened. He couldn’t allow that. 

[i]But if I control everything…[/i]

Sean rubbed the back of his head. That was what his father was trying to do. That was the last thing that he wanted to become, so he’d need to try something different. Something that encouraged people to want what he had to offer, something that would make them want to stay under his rule, something that would keep them happy there. The more that they enjoyed it, the less that they would need to fight. 

Or at least, feel the need to fight. 

[i]Think it through. Be safe. Be careful. Be SMART.[/i]

He heard the door to the hotel click open. The sound of someone else stepping in, followed by the wife greeting her husband. It sounded like he had come back alone, which meant that Sean had the opportunity that he was looking for. This was the moment. He could sort out everything else later. 

Taking a deep breath, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. He was halfway through drying his back off when the door to the bathroom opened. 

The general looked inside, his eyes widening. The big guy looked him up and down, and Sean took that moment to sway his hips slowly, showing off both the chastity cage that locked his cock down and the way that his hips could move so seductively. He saw the way that the orca’s eyes followed him, and more to the point, he knew that he’d caught him hook, line, and sinker. 

“I heard that you were looking for company,” he said with a smirk.

“How did you get in here?”

“I have my ways. Do you still want some fun?”

“You damn well bet I do.”

“Well, let me get all this water off, and then you can help me work up another sweat, big guy.”

He smiled. This was going to be easy. 











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sean wakes up the next morning and gets ready for business, only to find that there’s a little fly in the ointment…

Tags: M/solo, fox, horse, orca, hypnosis, mind control, dystopia, foot fetish, foot focus, cum, messy, slime, chastity cage, well-fucked, series, futuristic, prostitution,