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"Do you... Do you see anything yet?"

The noivern's voice faded quickly in the silent room, as he squinted and tried to distinguish the transparent, slightly purplish visor that they had put on their heads. The room in which he and his braixen friend found themselves wasn't particularly lit, and there was something unnerving about the empty, undecorated walls. An ominous black screen could be seen at the back of the room, but there were no images displayed on it yet, and there was a simple, wooden chair which faced away from it. In that practically empty space, the only two figures that stood out were the two Pokémon, and at that very moment they were still trying to calm their nerves.

"I do not see anything," Clayton answered. He licked his upper lip before sitting down on the chair, crossing one leg on his knee. Apparently, he had gotten tired of wandering aimlessly around the room. "Perhaps they forgot to turn them on?"

"I don't think so," Belette answered with a nervous chuckle. He walked to the nearest corner and rested his back against the wall, waiting impatiently.

Clayton tilted his head as if he was about to say anything, but then his expression changed.

"Oh. Did you see that?"

"What?"

"You are kidding, right? The circle... Like a ring of light, closing inward... moving to the center of the visor, I suppose," the braixen explained. He seemed slightly surprised. "How could you not see that?"

"Well, maybe we have different visors," Belette suggested, shrugging. He had just finished that sentence when his big, round ears perked up and he stared ahead. "Oh... yeah. I just saw that too. Do they expect to hypnotize us with just one yellow ring. That's silly."

Clayton snickered, moving one of his claws to the chair and scratching the wood idly. The noivern glanced at him, still leaning on the wall and holding back from asking what was that funny.

"It is more than one ring, though," the braixen said after a while. He was smiling. "Way more."

"Oh, yeah? How many, then?" Belette asked, smirking.

But his smile soon faded from his face once the visor over his head seemed to burst into color, displaying a quick succession of rings. They were yellow, and pink, and light blue, and green, and white, and then the noivern's mind simply lost track of the colors because the rings appeared and disappeared too fast. For a second, he almost expected them to stop at some point, just like that single, lonely ring at the beginning, but that didn't happen.

Even though that experience was far from hypnotizing, Belette could feel himself fascinated by the overwhelming visuals. They covered everything as far as he could see - and since the visor was firmly held over his head, the rings were there wherever he looked at. He could still see the real world beyond the endless tunnel of colored rings, like a translucent layer in an unfinished piece of art. Of course, that was what Clayton was seeing at that moment too, the dragon-type guessed, and that was why he'd been snickering.

It was an enthralling show, but other than that, Belette still felt in complete control of his actions. If someone out there thought that was enough to hypnotize them, they clearly had no idea what both pokémon were capable of.

"Is it working on you?" he asked Clayton. "I don't think it's working on me."

"Maybe we are just too strong-willed for this to affect us," the braixen said. There was still a wide grin on his face and he hadn't moved his head since he'd mentioned the rings a few minutes before. Even though Belette couldn't tell what he was staring at, he guessed it was something similar to what he was being shown in his own device. "I think we are about to ruin someone's fun."

"But you totally look like you're getting hypnotized," Belette noted. "You haven't moved since the rings appeared."

"You... you have not moved either," Clayton pointed out. He had to look at his friend in order to verify that and it looked as if the effort was too much for him.

"Well." The noivern had to admit it was a bit difficult to maintain a conversation with so many colors appearing and disappearing everywhere, covering every single corner of the room and then fading away before he could process them. "How many colors... uh, how many colors do you think there are?"

"I don't know," Clayton answered. "I can see... pink. Yellow. White..." Even though Belette was having the same trouble, he could clearly tell that the braixen could only identify one out of each five colors, more or less. "Yellow... and..."

"Blue... Blue, too," Belette completed. "I think we can resist this, right?"

But Clayton was already focusing on the colors and trying to identify them, and he didn't seem to hear or understand the Noivern's question.

"Pink... green... ye... yellow... blue..."

"We can resist this, right?" Belette asked, again, a bit insistently even though he had a feeling that the braixen was definitely not going to answer.

"White... blank... green... obey..."

"Those... not colors," he pointed out weakly, but it was difficult to keep track of whatever they'd been talking about before.

He wasn't sure if the rings were moving to the center faster now. He didn't think they were, anyway, but his mind was having trouble trying to process what it was seeing. It almost felt like blinking unconsciously and knowing that he'd missed a few frames - sometimes he found himself wondering if there had been any other rings between the rings he was staring at now and the rings he remembered staring at just some milliseconds ago. If he'd been reading a story, the dragon-bat would have needed to check the rest of the sentence once he'd gotten to the end, because it totally felt missed something.

The noivern had the sudden impulse to look away, but if he turned his head to the right the rings were still there, and if he looked up, the rings were still there. And if he looked down, the rings were still there. Wherever he looked, the world seemed to be sinking into that beautiful tunnel of mesmerizing colors that his mind was feeling too tired to process. His legs felt weak for some reason and sometimes he had the feeling that he could see words in front of him, but then he was practically sure he had just imagined that.

"Obey... deeper... follow..."

Is it... is it working...?, he thought. His inner voice sounded weak for some reason, almost like some subtle, irrelevant sound fading away in the middle of a symphony. He opened his mouth, trying to warn his friend that the visuals were working on him, but then he closed it again. The words to form that sentence weren't coming to his mouth and it felt especially difficult to find them now. Belette thought that if the rings were affecting him that much, Clayton probably was no less affected. Then a new series of colors followed and he lost track of what he'd been thinking about.

The rings... they were everywhere... and the noivern could feel a gentle throb in his temple, like a pleasant headache or the realization that his brain was overloading with information and it would soon shut down completely. Had he already thought about the words appearing? He wasn't sure. Had he seen really seen them, between ring and ring, or was he just too confused to know?

Belette didn't know. There was a weak moan somewhere in the room, but he wasn't sure what that meant either. He was too focused on the rings, trying to meekly understand how they could be working.

How many colors were there anyway? The noivern could see pink, and yellow, and pink, and green, and light blue, and obey, and green, and...

"Stare... blank... o... bey..."

Clayton's words kept on echoing in the room and they were making it harder for Belette to keep track of the rings or concentrate at all - until he realized those weren't his friend's words but his and, not fully able to understand what that meant, he shuddered. If he'd been more lucid, he'd noticed that the screen had lighted up at some point and that, behind the low, relaxed ears of his friend, it displayed a big zero. That, coincidentally, also happened to be the exact amount of thoughts any of them still kept in their minds.

That round, white number may have meant something in the past, but now there was only room for the colored rings and the words he had to keep repeating - words that were appearing somewhere, even though the remnants of his conscious mind couldn't really know where or when or how.

Seconds or minutes later, the noivern's legs gave in and he fell to the floor. The momentary loss of gravity confused him, but not more than the images his visor was showing him. Trying to hold onto anything, Belette tried to speak and instead let out a soft moan, the words that he was supposed to say out loud fading and finding shelter in the back of his vulnerable mind. He raised one of his hands, as if trying to grab something invisible - whatever remained of his conscience, maybe - but then, unable to find it, he let it drop to the floor and began crawling towards his only reference point. Slowly but steadily, he moved closer to the wooden chair.

Clayton, on the other hand, didn't see him coming. His neck had slackened long ago and now his head rested on one of his shoulders, forcing him to look at the ceiling, which he was completely unaware of. There was only room for the rings and the words appearing on the visor, and the fact that someone was approaching him little by little couldn't have been less important. His brain had already turned into a pile of mush under the colorful influence and he didn't even react when a very mindless noivern placed his hands on his knees, trying to make an effort to stand up, or maybe some other thing programmed by his own hidden commands. The braixen felt something click right into place in his mind - one of the words in the visor finding its place in his empty head - and he simply pulled the coat of fur around his waist upwards, revealing an erection that had been building for quite some time now. The numerous commands Clayton was being given were partly to blame for that, but they were hardly the only reason.

The moans from both Pokémon intertwined for a second before Belette leaned closer to his friend's crotch and gave it a long, slow lick. Clayton shuddered and let out a louder moan when the noivern buried his muzzle between his legs, putting the whole length in his mouth as he began sucking obediently. The braixen felt the pleasure intensifying with each and every pulse of the beautiful rings, his mind lost in the repetitions of words he couldn't even mutter now. He was too busy moaning, and squirming, and his limp arms weakly grasped the edge of his seat in an attempt not to fall to the floor. Belette began bobbing his head up and down faster and the rhythmic friction with his warm, wet mouth made Clayton's right leg twitch involuntarily.

He moaned, and moaned, and moaned, just like the visor commanded him to do, and the limits of time seemed to blur. Then, at some point, the commands on his visor changed to a very specific, three-letter word and he knew there wasn't anything left in his head so there was only one path to follow. He had to obey.

It felt heavenly. Clayton came as if he was always meant for that, filling the noivern's muzzle with his own seed and shivering in place as the pleasure took complete control of his mind and body, joining forces with the overwhelming rings. Belette pulled his mouth away, licking everything clean, and then the braixen felt his strength fading. He could no longer get a hold of the edge of his seat, so he slowly slipped to the floor, still shuddering and moaning in the wonderful heat of the afterglow. Behind the chair, on the screen, the number that had been displayed until that very moment went up to "1".

Clayton didn't get to see that, though. The only thoughts his mind kept at that moment were those regarding how good that felt, and even those were fading now in the middle of the pleasant mists of his induced mindlessness. The rings seemed to be moving slower now, mimicking the activity in his mind, which was slowing down more and more with every passing second. It almost seemed as if time was frozen and it would take his brain a whole year to formulate a simple thought.

Belette was momentarily lost when the braixen in front of him disappeared from his field of view, but then something changed in the rings and his own semi-hard member throbbed involuntarily. The dragon-bat kept staring into the abyss, unable to see the chair or the screen or anything at all, not even those commands that were messing with his brain in all the right ways. Suddenly, he felt as if someone or something was stroking his dick and he wasn't sure if it was his hand doing it or a completely different force. The tunnel of colors filled his vision and a simple command kept on repeating over and over. Thoughts, worries and resistance melted away fast, leaving just an empty shell behind, and when he got so close to the edge that he barely could keep himself from moaning, he felt that word coming to his lips.

"C... cum..." he muttered, breathing sharply.

Then, it felt as if a bolt of pleasure hit his whole body and he shivered from head to toe, muscles tensing for a wonderful second, and the climax overruled any other thoughts that he might have had. He barely felt the warm, sticky spurts of cum hitting his stomach as he reached an intense orgasm and moaned louder, still on his knees. The spirals seemed to relax a bit, at least for a few seconds, as the noivern tried to regain his breath again.

An echo of consciousness in his mind thought that maybe now that he had cum it was over and the rings were about to stop, but then they started again, more and more intensely. Belette almost didn't have time to recover as his eyes mirrored the overwhelming colors and his speech slurred, tongue lolling out as all his thoughts got scrambled and lost again. His exhausted mind could not keep track of what was going on and, in that vulnerable state, every iteration of the rings, every single word that his subconscious was supposed to obey without hesitation hit him like a ton of bricks. Soon enough, his big round ears, now hanging limp behind his head, caught the sound of his own voice moaning the same word he'd just pronounced less than a minute ago.

"Cuuuuum..."

And he did. Once again, his toes curled and his tail froze mid-air as he let out a soft cry of pleasure, getting his torso dirty with his own seed a second time. The noivern tried to regain his breath after the intense climax and his eyes wandered for a second, noticing that there was a "3" on the screen at the back of the room. At that point, the number didn't make much sense.

But then, the rings flooded everything and he forgot.

Meanwhile, Clayton's visor was displaying new commands. Even though the braixen was still lying on the ground, his body hadn't stopped shaking after the last orgasm. Frozen in the quiet, peaceful mindlessness, he didn't start feeling slightly conscious again until the rings began moving inwards a bit faster - and even then, every single bit of his mind felt completely lost in the hypnotic haze of the visor. He tried to move and he managed to see his hard member from his position, still wet with cum and drool. The braixen's mind showed signs of rebooting for a second when he thought about Belette, whose moans he could hear clearly, and wondered what might be happening to his friend - but then something clicked on the screen and new commands began to hit him hard.

His brain must have been very pliable during that short, pleasant afterglow, for he soon gave into the beautiful rings and began receiving his new orders. His eyes moved to a specific point between his legs and he felt himself salivating a bit. The words in the visor stated clearly what he had to do, and he curled up like a dog, stretching out one of his legs in order to make things easier. It took some effort and a bit of vulpine flexibility, but once his muzzle sniffed his own dick, the rings rewarded him with an amazing feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. When he gave it a long lick, his fur stood on end and his eyes rolled back - and when he finally put his hard, throbbing dick in his mouth and began sucking himself, every single distraction faded away. The braixen still let out a few growls of pleasure as he kept enjoying himself and following his new commands, oblivious to the other Pokémon that was kneeling just a few feet away from him.

At that point, Belette's climaxes were becoming even more constant, quick and erratic - he barely had time to regain his consciousness or his breath between orgasms. The last time he had checked the screen, it had seemed to him that it was showing a "9", but it could have also been a "7", or a "97". Numbers and words were losing its meaning as his brain was constantly being shattered and reassembled, and each time that happened it felt more and more like being reassembled made no difference at all.

"Cum..." he was saying at that moment, drool dripping from his open mouth. And then "Cum..." again, as another orgasm hit him with the strength of a hurricane. He wasn't even sure if he had any semen left inside or if all those last times had implied dry orgasms. He couldn't tell anymore. At that point, as the rings filled his mind and the pleasure was too strong to escape, he could just "Cum... cum... cum... cum... cum..."

And with every repetition, now happening every couple of seconds, it felt as if he was having the most pleasant climax ever, as if his whole body was melting in bliss and there was nothing left of him but a pile of steaming, blank horniness. Then it was rinse and repeat, over and over. He didn't even remember what they were supposed to do there, or even who they were, or even what was going on anymore. The only thing he could think about was that he was supposed to "cumcumcumcumcumcumcumcumcumcumcumcum" and he would do that accordingly.

It could have been hours. It could have been days. Both Clayton and Belette were so deeply hypnotized that if it had continued forever, they would have simply accepted it. A new life of following the constant flow of rings - of simply being lost in the eternal obedience and the commands so clearly displayed on their visors. It was so easy to follow, lost in that cloud of eternal bliss.

Things could have gone on and on, and they would be two perfect mindless pets.

But at some point, the storm seemed to subside and calm returned to both of their minds. The rings began slowing down and they created a feeling of drowsiness for a while that pushed the noivern to a short, shallow slumber. When the rings finally stopped, it still took him a long time to react. His mind was fuzzy because of the prolonged exposition to those tricky visors, and he had cum so many times on command that his brain wasn't even sure he could do anything else at that point.

Clayton was the first to uncurl and look around, the now ring-less visor still on his head. The braixen cleaned his muzzle from his own cum and breathed deeply, trying to put his thoughts in order. Then, his eyes moved to the kneeling noivern, who was at that point still fighting the mists of their hypnotic treatment, and from there they moved to the screen.

"Sixty one..." he muttered, surprised. "I... I was not expecting such a high score."

"Hmmmrr... w-whaa..." Belette asked, still limp and groggy on his knees. "So... so much...?"

"Mhm." Clayton stood up, shaking off the dust from his fur. Apparently, not a drip of the fluids that had been spurting on that evening had stained it - there had always been someone's muzzle at the right place to prevent that from happening. He turned to the noivern, grinning. "Seems to me like someone got his mind all screwed up. You might need a shower after this."

"Huh... yeah," the noivern agreed, standing up weakly. His knees were still shaking a bit and he sat down on the chair. "At least we got a pretty high score. Gotta admit I wasn't expecting any of us to be that good in this game."

He removed the visor from his head, with a long sigh.

"It was mostly thanks to you. This time," Clayton pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess. That being said, I think I'm done for now," Belette said, closing his eyes. "I've cum enough for a month."

The braixen chuckled softly and rested his paw on the back of the chair, taking a deep breath. He was also feeling pretty exhausted, even though he couldn't clearly recall how many times he'd cum in that last bit. Maybe three, maybe four? Who cares, he thought, in the end.

"You should get ready for tomorrow's game, though," he added, patting Belette's shoulder. "I know you are just as competitive as I am, and well..."

"Well?" the noivern asked, confused.

However, he could already half-guess what the braixen was about to say.

"It has come to my knowledge that the highest score... currently stands at one hundred." A mischievous, lustful gleam shined deep in Clayton's vulpine eyes. "And I, my friend, am determined to win."