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Morning Commute

**Subscriber story for Lucky_Ray

By Limewah

18+**

Ruby was leaning against the window of the train as it trundled along. His elbow rested against it, his fuzzy lynx-paw knuckles leaning against his vulpine snout. He was dressed comfortably in a hoodie and jeans - the lack of a dress code at his IT job was one of its handful of perks

His owl-wings were folded comfortably around him to give him a bit of extra warmth. His hair, the tips of his pointy ears, and his wings were tipped with emerald green - the fur on his face and front, as well as his feathery plumage, were a creamy beige which graduated to a sunset orange as it went further back along his body.

His free paw was cradling a well-loved little rectangle of aluminium and plastic, pressing the little clicking buttons until music piped from it, through the connected earphones, and into his ears

Music was the one thing that made Ruby's long morning commute go by quicker.

He'd kept his nigh-on-decade-old music player in very good shape. It meant he could keep his phone buried deep in his bag and resist the urge to stare at it and overstimulate his mind.

And he could use less of that anyway - he'd been very... pent-up, lately, for lack of a better word.

The music was usually either something soft and folksy, or a meditative sea of string-instruments. Something that would get mind centred and calmed, collect himself ahead of the day's work. The sound allowed him to be present, noticing all the other details of the world around him. The gentle click and thump of the train passing over rail tracks, the millimetre swaying as it made its way along. The gradually changing ratio of trees to buildings as he got closer to the city. The change in temperature as more and more people piled onto the train, and the seats around him became occupied.

It was almost as refreshing as the previous night's sleep.

This particular morning, he felt like he was in the mood for something he could doze off to a little. He didn't sleep great the previous night, and since he was travelling to the end of the line there was little chance of him missing his stop.

This was a little different to his usual material. It was a simple drone, long extended chords that had a comforting, soothing regularity to them, along with the ambience of a rainforest - birdsong, rustling leaves, chirping frogs and the like.

There might have been some words in there too or some other ambience, but they were very decidedly hidden in the background, and Ruby was too tired to pick them out.

He was more than content to sleep through it. His eyes felt especially heavy, too. Comfortably so.

As his mp3 player went back into his pocket, he allowed them to flutter closed.

The speed and ease with which he drifted off to sleep didn't really surprise him. Lately, the music plus the rhythms were more powerful than any lullaby. In fact, it was less of a drift, more of a plunge...

"Forget."

Snap.

When Ruby snorted and opened his eyes, he was in the exact same place he had been. More people were on the train now - a bored looking doberman in a business suit sat opposite him, legs crossed, pecking at an expensive smartphone.

Ruby noticed some saliva on the corner of his snout, and burned with embarrassment as he quickly wiped it away - hoping no one noticed him drooling. They probably didn't, of course. Everyone was on their own private journey.

He felt eyes on him, and looked up to see the doberman staring back with an inscrutable look.

...Was he smiling?

"Nodded off?" the business-dog said suddenly, making Ruby jump.

"Erm..." Ruby politely removed one of his earbuds. "Yes!"

"Out late last night?"

"Not really," Ruby said. He was unsure of where this was going. The doberman was still holding his phone close to his lap, but he began to lean in towards him, a slightly flirtatious spark to his eyes.

"I've seen you in this corner a few times," the dog continued. "You've got the right idea, zoning out here. What you listening to?"

Ruby coughed. "Just.. erm, folk, orchestral, things like that."

"Mhm." The dog's piercing gaze moved down a notch towards Ruby's crotch. "You must've been having a good dream, huh?"

... he only noticed his erection then. It was only barely visible through his trousers, they were just baggy enough to hide it from view unless you were actively staring at it.

... no, it wasn't there at all.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ruby said.

The doberman raised his eyebrows, lifting his phone up and aiming the camera in Ruby's direction.

"Fair enough," he said. "Mind if I take some photos?"

"Sure." Ruby saw nothing wrong with saying yes, though he still didn't understand why the doberman was aiming the camera downwards, or grinning with a strange, hungry look.

He was oblivious to the fact that his hand was currently down his pants, and he was stroking his now very-erect cock. It had only gotten firmer since the file had ended, and now that a stranger was talking to him, the conditioning was hitting him full force.

You want to be free.

You want to be open.

You want to masturbate in public.

"Oh, you feel like giving me a private show?" the doberman asked in a low, chuckling voice. "Well, not really private I guess." He glanced away from Ruby, and Ruby followed his eyes. Only a couple of pairs of eyes were on them, and they looked away quickly when they noticed Ruby staring back. He didn't understand what the big deal was, leaning back against the mirror and continuing to stroke himself.

"Gimme a smile, cute stuff," the doberman continued.

"Yes Sir," Ruby said. There wasn't a hint of passive aggression to it - he was compliant. He smiled for the camera, sliding one paw up his stomach and the other down his thighs to reveal his cock before he got back to stroking.

"You're pretty fuckin' cute, you know that?" The dog huffed softly, licking his lips.

"Thank you, Sir," Ruby replied, stroking a little faster and gasping, but otherwise completely oblivious.

"Yeah... showing off that cock for me, without caring what anyone else thinks... I like that."

Ruby blinked, a little confused. When he looked down, he saw nothing out of the ordinary - his conditioning was extremely strong by now.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir," Ruby said.

"Don't worry about it. Just look right into the camera for me..." the doberman, emboldened by the sight in front of him, was pawing at his own crotch, clearly working on banking the memory of this along with the recording.

"Yes Sir. Edging..."

Ruby forgot he said that word the moment it left his muzzle, but his cock was quivering, a bubble of precum oozing slowly down the shaft. His gaze was glazed and unfocused now as his conscious mind was hijacked by the pleasurable conditioning. He was purely a performer now, overtaken by the flow state. His wings were quivering, his ears were twitching, and his mouth was formed into an o-shape, so unconsciously close to the edge...

"You gonna cum in front of all of these people?" the doberman growled. He was leaning almost entirely off his seat now, legs spread wide and pushing away the sheepish ram sitting next to him. "You gonna cum for me?"

"If you command me to, Sir," Ruby said.

"Nnh. Go ahead."

Ruby grunted loudly, stroking faster as soon as he got that permission, and it was only a second or two later that he gasped a louder, higher-pitched sound as he came. His seed erupted all over himself. The first spurt draped across his hoodie - the second, more powerful one hit him in the face, as did the next one... a long, productive orgasm, well prepared by morning after morning of listening to the same hypnosis file over and over again.

No cumming alone.

No cumming without an audience.

You need people around you watching you if you want to cum.

You can't cum without someone watching.

When his climax was over, his face, hoodie, and thighs were spattered with seed.

"Mmnh, good bitch," the doberman growled, reaching out to grasp Ruby's soft thigh. He whimpered and moaned, drawing more bemused and perturbed eyes.

Pottery Avenue. Doors will open on the right side.

"This's my stop. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, Sir," Ruby intoned as the dog stood and stepped away, without the courtesy of saying goodbye."

The ram shuffled out of the way, staring at the still half-naked fox-cat. The doors of the train closed and it began to smoothly move off again. The sheep cleared his throat, stammering, his face bright red, as if he was working up the nerve to say something.

By now, Ruby had slipped from the trance state back to his waking state without having even noticed it. No awareness of his half naked state, or that he was still rubbing himself, or that he was covered in cum. But that sheep was making him feel a bit self conscious.

"Can I help you with something?" Ruby asked.

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