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Seth sits upon his chair, the satyr swirling a stirrer in his teacup with his telekinesis while he sits with one leg crossed over the other. He lifts the stirrer up and flicks it to the side table. Bringing the cup to his lips, he sighs and then adjusts his glasses. "Ah, yes, there we go. That's excellent, don't you think?"

Greyhound lays there on the ground, sprawled out and staring up at the ceiling of the elegant room. "H... how? Where?"

"Oh, right, you must be so disoriented," the satyr says. "You see, my skills are mostly illusory, but you're so susceptible to suggestion that I could actually use my illusions to sway your mind. How someone so weak-willed thought they could win in the Tournament of Pleasure is beyond me."

"I figured I could fight anyone off. I could defeat any challenger with my training, my skill." Greyhound pushes himself up, but a hoof presses against his chest. Where did it come from? Seth is still sitting in his seat, sipping his drink.

"Oh, yes, that, your military prowess. Sadly, this tournament is about using one's skills in less conventional ways. I could crush your mind right now, leaving you a drooling mess if I wanted to. Or, I could have flattened you with any large object I put my mind to, but, you know what...? I don't want to. Really, all I have to do is sit back and watch while you prove to me just everything that makes you so suggestible. So please, do sit back and enjoy..."

The strong hands keep him pushed down, holding onto his shoulders. There's a bit of a warmness to the invisible partner that holds him down. Greyhound Gryphon tries to push himself up and escape from the satyr's grasp, but the invisible hold keeps him down.

"Ah, what's that? Another weakness reveals itself? Is this something from your youth or something you've gained recently? Well, let's not bother learning any about that, shall we?" Seth snaps his fingers, and a moment later, Greyhound's boots whip off of him, exposing his lower paws.

The hardened mercenary squeaks when he feels the sudden exposure of his lower extremities.

"My, my, my, aren't you sensitive about exposing those cute little paws of yours? That's really the key to all this, isn't it? You claim you're some hardened warrior, and yet deep down, you just want to be caressed and pet and loved. I can give you all of that and more if you just submit to me fully and give me this match."

"N... no, I want... I want to win!" Greyhound yips.

"And what exactly are you winning for? Why are you even in this tournament to begin with?"

Seth curls his fingers; at that same moment, Gryphon feels a tickling at his paw pads. His beans twitch, and his toes curl, and he whines and whimpers, biting his lip. "Mmmnnngh!"

The goat's voice rises up and fills both of the mercenary's ears. "There really is no reason for you to be here, except for you to feel; the pleasure afforded to you in this tournament. You don't have to win anything to feel that. You can just stay at the hotel... you can just hook up with whomever you want. Drop this facade of wanting to be a winner--of wanting to be dominant, and just enjoy yourself for who you really are."

The ghostly fingers press into his pads, switching up from tickling to massaging them.

"Truth of the matter, Greyhound, is that I'm enjoying myself too much by winning this match. I have something to prove, and I have something to desire from all of this. You, on the other hand, just want a quick fuck."

"T... that's not... ah... true?"

"You're the one forming that as a question. Besides, just look at yourself."

Greyhound blinks and looks down his fluffy chest, only to see that his pants had come undone and his cock bulging hard against his boxers.

"You're practically about to cum already, and by what? My words alone?"

"N... no, it's not... it's you're holding me down. You're playing with me, and you're torturing me and-"

Another snap, and suddenly, Greyhound Gryphon is no longer in that room. At the same time, the pleasure washes over him, making his excitement reach its zenith. All around him, he can see the audience watching the match. He's sitting up, holding his own paw in his hand, massaging and playing with himself. He had not been held down. He had been doing all this himself.

"Greyhound Gryphon," the standing Seth says, pushing his glasses back up. "You've literally been fucking yourself this whole tournament. It's high time you just let go and let the world know you are just downright DTF."

Greyhound cannot help himself from falling onto the back, showing the whole stadium that his cock is out and hard. He covers his eyes, raising his hips up into the air. "I... I'm a horny merc. I... I just want to fuck!"

"You don't need to win, do you?"

"N... No! I don't, and I don't want to! Please... please play with my paws, Seth. Please!"

"Hm... no... I don't think I will. Not yet." Seth says, walking over towards Grey and shaking his head. "I don't want to get my hands dirty quite yet. But you can lay there for a bit and let everyone admire you while I go over there and take my victory."

With that, Seth steps away from the arena, leaving all those eyes to watch Greyhound as he lays there, his heart beating rapidly. Those things that Seth said,... are they real, or are they just messing with his head?

Now that he's lost, knocked out of the running of the tournament, maybe he'll have to find out for himself here in Anteronia...?