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The Price of Arrogance

Vincent blinked awake, his thoughts full of confusion.

Where was he? What had happened? Last thing he remembered, he'd been in a gay bar, looking for a good subject to hypnotise and enslave for the night...

The big muscular polar bear glanced about. He was kneeling on a hard wooden floor in what he could easily tell was someone's sex dungeon. Various pieces of bondage furniture were everywhere. Racks on the walls held a variety of collars and gags, straps and butt-plugs, whips and chains.

With a start, he realized he was now mostly naked. He wore leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a tight harness across his chest, and a thick leather collar around his neck. His cock was also hard, fully erect and throbbing.

Why the fuck was he dressed like some kind of leather slave? He was no slave, he was a tough dominant hypno Master! He tried to pull off the leather items, but found he couldn't, his paws suddenly paralysed and unable to move whenever he tried.

"That won't work."

Vincent looked over his shoulder at the voice to see a short stocky kangaroo had entered through the room's only door and was padding over to him. He was dressed in a leather waistcoat, accompanied by jeans with leather chaps and boots. He looked familiar...

"I placed a hypnotic command in your head." The kangaroo said. "It prevents you from removing any of those items without my permission."

It suddenly hit the polar bear where he'd seen this guy before. He'd been talking to him at the bar, had decided he would make a good subject for him to play with, and then... Nothing. That was the last thing he remembered before waking up here.

And he was apparently a hypnotist as well...

"What the fuck is this?" Vincent demanded. He wanted to get up, but his body wouldn't move. Another hypnotic command?

"You tried to hypnotize me at the bar I stopped off in for a relaxing drink." The kangaroo explained. "You had planned to enslave me and use me as your plaything until you grew bored of me. Don't bother trying to deny it, you admitted it when I had you in a trance."

"What have you done to me?" Vincent snarled.

The kangaroo laughed. "Isn't it obvious? I have done to you exactly what you planned to do to me. You had the bad luck of trying to hypnotize someone who was not only a hypnotist as well, but one far more skilled than you. I saw what you were trying to do immediately and turned the tables, hypnotizing you instead and bringing you back to my place to fully hypnotically enslave you."

"Fuck you!" Vincent said with a menacing growl. "I'm no one's slave! I'll resist you!"

"Such arrogance." The kangaroo smiled. "The same arrogance that led to you believe no one could possibly resist your hypnosis. You can't resist me. I've blocked all your hypnosis knowledge from your memory. You have no idea how."

Vincent's blood ran cold as he realized his captor was telling the truth. He suddenly couldn't remember anything about hypnosis. He could remember that he previously knew how to put others in a trance, how to use hypnosis to get them to do what he wanted. But now all the details of exactly how to do any of it was gone from his head.

"I've already enslaved you." The kangaroo chuckled. "I just thought it would be fun to wake up the original you for a bit, let you realize just what your arrogance has cost you. All I have to do is call you the s-word and your mind and memories of all this will drain away, leaving you a mindlessly obedient plaything."

"But I..." Vincent tried to protest.

"Lick my boots clean, slave!" The kangaroo commanded.

Despite his best efforts to resist, the polar bear found himself obeying, crawling forward and leaning in, his tongue snaking across the leather of the kangaroo's boots. It felt so good and right and proper to obey his Master, and he couldn't be certain of how much of that was due to implanted hypnotic commands...

And he'd been called 'slave'. That triggered something in him, and he could feel his thoughts slipping away with every passing second, his free will and desire to resist crumbling into nothingness...

"Don't worry, slave." The kangaroo said. "I'll restore you and set you free once I grow bored of you. Should only be a month. Possibly three. Or ten. A year or two at most..."

A few seconds later, the slave polar bear that had been Vincent no longer had any cares or worries whatsoever. His head was completely empty now, except for the knowledge that he was a slave and the desire to serve and obey his Master, for however long the kangaroo decided to keep him...

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Plague of Hypno Bears

Nick desperately dashed through the streets, searching for somewhere safe, his ears echoing with screams and yells. Others were running all around him, just as panicked as he was.

The bears... The damn hypno bears had made it inside the perimeter...

The were supposed to be safe from them here. The young tiger realised he'd been a fool for trusting the governments promises that the security walls and guards would keep them out. It was easy to imagine what must have happened. Probably some guard got careless and glanced at the bears prowling about outside with unprotected eyes...

Suddenly, a grizzly bear loomed at him from an alley to his left, huge and naked and muscular. He ducked away from the grasping ursine's paws, keeping a paw of his own raised to his face to prevent eye contact.

He heard a cry from behind him as the grizzly tackled whoever had been running behind him. Nick sprinted, knowing there would be nothing he could do to help.

He needed somewhere to hide. Now. He spotted an alley on his right and dived into the shadows. It was a dead end, but it was bear-free. There was a couple of old dumpsters there. Without hesitating, he jumped into one and slammed the lid down closed.

The stink of rotting garbage assaulted the tiger's nostrils, but he endured it. As bad as it was, it was better than being out there in the open. He could hear the sounds of chaos even from his hiding place.

Experimentally, he lifted the lid slightly, peeking out. From what he could see of the street from where his dumpster was, it looked clear...

But then suddenly, a middle-aged panther came into view. A split second later, a sprinting black-furred bear, naked and muscle-bound, caught up with him, grabbing the feline and holding him firmly.

The panther did his best to resist, struggling in the grip, screwing his eyes shut and turning his head away. But it was useless. The bear simply held him against his body with one powerful arm and paw, while using his other to force open one of the panthers' eyes and turning his head to face him.

And once eye contact was made, it was over. The panther stopped struggling, all resistance vanishing in an instant. The bear released his grip and the feline simply stood there, unable to look away, seemingly hypnotized by the ursine's eyes.

Nick watched in morbid fascination as the panther changed. His black fur rippling and turning brown, his head transforming, becoming more and more ursine by the second. His clothes ripped apart as his body grew, muscles thickening and expanding.

And less than three minutes after that first eye contact had been made, the panther had been fully transformed. He was now a massively muscled brown bear, with the same grin and as all the others. He ripped away the remains of his clothing, releasing a cock that was hard and thick.

The two bears strolled away out of view, doubtless looking for others to convert with their hypnotic, transformative gazes.

Nick sank back down into his hiding place. That wasn't the first time he'd seen someone transformed, far from it. But he always found it fascinating.

It had been ten months since the first outbreak of these 'hypno bears', and still so little was known about them. No one knew how they did what they did. There were plenty of theories, from rogue nanotechnology, to some form of ancient sorcery. But no one knew for sure.

All that was known was that they seemed to be dedicated to converting anyone they could into more hypno bears, and that all it took was the briefest of eye contact for a victim to be enthralled and transformed. The bears occasionally took breaks from their hunting to engage in massive crazed orgies with each other, but there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to where or why they did this. Now and again, they just seemed to become insatiably horny and immediately started fucking and sucking each other.

It wasn't even known how much intelligence the bears retained. They only seemed to communicate with guttural snarls an growls and much of their behaviour seemed driven purely by instinct rather than reasoning. Suffice to say, they were a huge mystery.

They had also become a huge threat. When they had first started appearing, they had spread quickly and uncontrollably. Police and military had been deployed to try and stop them, but at that stage, they hadn't known to protect their eyes and had just ended up being added to the bears' ranks.

The government had acted quickly, throwing up walls around numerous small towns and declaring them safe zones for refugees escaping the ever-growing army of hypno bears. They were desperately trying to protect as many civilians as possible while they trying to find a solution.

Nick had made it to one of the safe zones after escaping the absolute chaos that had happened when the plague of bears had swept through Chicago. He'd been spending his days since hoping this place would remain safe and secure. He'd done his best to cling to that hope even as contact had been lost with the government, even as the rumours had spread of safe zones across the country falling to the bears.

Now he had to face the fact that hope had been futile.

Maybe he could evade capture and get out of here? Make it across country to one of the other safe zones, hope he could find one that hadn't been compromised. It was a long shot, but it was the best option he had.

The young tiger waited there, hidden in the dumpster, for what seemed like an eternity, staying hidden until long after the screams and yells from outside had died away.

Eventually he had to try to make a break for it. He couldn't stay in his foul-smelling hiding place forever. He gently eased open the lid, ears twitching, trying to pick up any sounds of movement nearby. He clambered out of the dumpster and padded quietly along to the mouth of the alley, his heart thumping in his chest.

I can do this. He told himself. I can make it out of here.

He reached the corner, the street beyond looked empty. He wast tensed and ready to run if need be. He glanced around the corner...

And found himself looked at brown furred muscles. A bear was learning against the wall just around the corner. He had no idea why, but found himself looking up at the bear in shock, momentarily forgetting the danger...

And saw that the bear's head had turned to look at him. Nick found himself looking into his eyes.

The young tiger's body froze, unable to move, they bear's big blue eyes seeming to send a wave of relaxing pleasure through him. One last thought passed through his mind before conscious thought vanished completely: Oh, fuck...

And then new thoughts and instincts filled his head. Pleasure washed through him as he felt his body changing, the shape of his skull transforming, ears shifting. The tearing of fabric reached his ears, his clothes falling away as his muscles bulged outward, growing and expanding. He felt strength and energy pulsing through his new body.

Suddenly, eye contact was broken. He looked down at himself, at a body that now sported thick strong muscles. Gone was the orange fur and black stripes, replaced by black fur, with a white v shape across his chest.

The black bear that had once been Nick grinned at the bear who had transformed him, now feeling a powerful kinship and connection with his fellow ursine. He was overcome with two yearnings. The first to hunt down and convert any non-bears he could. The other yearning was something his fellow here could help him with...

He quickly tore off the remnants of his clothing and tossed them aside. He turned and bent over, presenting his ass to the other bear. His fellow hypno bear took the hint and a moment later he was plunging his thick hard cock into the ass, fucking him hard and fast.

The new black bear growled in pleasure, loving every second. He could hear other bears approaching, doubtless intent on joining in with their sexual activity. He was certain it would be a glorious orgy.

And then he would join his fellow bears in the hunt for others to convert. There was a whole world in need of being shown the pleasure of being a hypno bear...

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Case Closed

Detective Miller strolled along the street, depressed and paying no attention to where he was going.

He couldn't believe the case had to be closed. When he'd first been assigned to it, he had been convinced that tracking down Joseph McCrane, the missing young polar bear bodybuilder would be easy. But he'd failed completely. The missing person was still missing.

The evidence and leads had seemed so strong at first. There had even been an obvious suspect, as the polar bear's last known sighting was getting into the car of middle-aged wolf Dr. Carson Simmons. It had been confirmed by multiple eyewitnesses.

He had spent weeks investigating that wolf, but had turned up nothing, not the slightest scrap of evidence that the wolf had anything to do with the disappearance. Sure, Dr. Simmons was a bit of a strange and private guy, and his initial instincts had told Miller the wolf was the one he needed to focus on.

But Dr. Simmons had turned out to be rather nice and friendly and Miller had to eventually admit there was no chance whatsoever of him being involved with the missing bodybuilder. His instincts had been wrong. Even though his instincts had never been wrong before...

The black bear detective came to a stop, suddenly looking up at his surroundings. Where was he?

With a start, he realised he had wandered to the large house owned by Dr. Simmons. He had no idea why he was there.

And he had no idea why he was walking up to the front door and knocking. It was like his body was on autopilot. He couldn't stop himself, and strangely didn't want to.

The door opened and Simmons was standing there, wearing only some skimpy shorts, showing off his well-built body, which was very impressive for a wolf his age. He smiled at the bear, his handsome face lighting up.

"Ah, Detective Miller!" He said. "So good to see you again! Do come in!"

The wolf allowed him inside, and Miller stepped past him into the hallway beyond, it feeling like the right thing to do. He just felt implicitly trusting of this canine, found him captivating and arousing and sexy and...

Hang on... Thought Miller. I'm straight!

Simmons interrupted his confused thoughts as he closed the door. "Report." He demanded.

"The case has been closed." Miller replied automatically. "No one believes you had anything to do with the disappearance of Joseph McCrane." The bear was confused as to why he was telling the wolf this, just that it seemed like the correct thing for him to do.

"Excellent!" Said Simmons. "Follow me."

Miller obeyed, following the wolf through to the house's expansive living room. As he entered, he received a shock.

Kneeling in the centre of the room, a blank and neutral look on his face, was a heavily muscled polar bear, completely naked except for a thick leather collar, his cock thick and erect. It was Joseph McCrane.

The black bear stopped in is tracks, stunned. "I... I don't understand..."

Dr. Simmons seemed to be enjoying his confusion. "Very well. You have permission to remember everything."

And then the full knowledge of what was happening here came rushing back to him...

He remembered investigating Dr. Simmons' house and finding a naked Joseph McCrane there. He had tried to rescue him and arrest the doctor. But the polar bear had not wanted to be rescued, wrestling his gun from his grasp when he tried to arrest the wolf and then knocking him unconscious.

He remembered waking up strapped to a chair in Simmons' basement, his head hooked up to some experimental brainwashing machine the doctor had built in his spare time. The wolf had explained that he'd talked Joseph into being a test subject, but had pushed the brainwashing too far, leaving the polar bear unable to be anything but a mindless obedient slave, devoted to him. He'd fixed that problem since, refined his machine, but with the polar bear unable to return to his normal life, his disappearance had been a necessity. And now that Miller had discovered him, his enslavement became a necessity...

He remembered spending that whole night hooked up to that machine, having his mind reprogrammed and enslaved, all free will and resistance erased. He had returned for regular sessions every other day since, his brainwashing more and more deeply embedded in his head with each session, making him utterly loyal and obedient to the Dr. Simmons.

He remembered going about his life with no conscious memory of his brainwashing, but sub-consciously acting on the wolf's orders, sabotaging his own case until it was closed, unresolved, with no suspicion whatsoever directed at Dr. Simmons.

Above all else, Miller now remembered one fact that was more important to him than any other. Dr. Simmons was his Master, now and forever. He loved the wolf with every fibre of his being.

"Master..." Miller said, happily, looking at Dr. Simmons very differently now that he knew that he was this handsome and incredible wolf's devoted slave.

"Welcome back to your true self, slave!" Simmons laughed.

Before long, the black bear was naked, except for the leather collar his Master had put around his neck. He was on the floor, happily worshipping his Master's left foot. Joseph was beside him, worshipping their Master's right foot.

And Miller was full of nothing but contentment to have found his true place as a collared and brainwashed slave...