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Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a short little hypno fantasy to take a creative break from writing my Hypnovember prompts and well… it may have gotten away from me a little. In all the best ways of course. Cozy herself makes an appearance, and Ronan makes a reappearance (and gets a name!). As always, enjoy.

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Cozy made her way into the Halloween party. She had on a dark, corseted gown and the required masquerade mask: hers was viridian green with intricate weaving out of what looked like small branches with tiny leaves. It stretched over about half of her face and was framed by her long blonde hair. The house she stood in front of was just short of a mansion as far as she was concerned; the front porch stood a story and a half tall with tall, intimidating pillars. She felt nervous and out of place, but she reminded herself that she’d been invited to this event, so clearly she was wanted here.

She made her way up to the large, imposing oak doors, one of which was propped open. The sounds of heavy, heady music drifted out onto the porch. There was a bouncer outside, a well-muscled spotted hyena in short leather shorts, a red leather harness, and a matching collar. He had on his own masquerade mask, a simple red and black one that covered only his eyes. He looked her up and down with a smirk.

“Who invited you?” he asked.

She moved her lips to answer, then stopped and thought hard. She furrowed her brow when she couldn’t remember. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

His smirk deepened into a chuckle. “Figures,” he said. He reached into a small, wooden box beside him and pulled out a leather collar made of woven leather strips. “Put this on and go inside,” he said as he held out the collar to her.

She took it from him and inspected it in her hands. The leather was mostly royal purple with strips of gold woven in intermittently. Something tugged at the back of her mind and convinced her to fasten the collar around her neck. Somehow, it fit perfectly.

With a final smirk from the bouncer, Cozy made her way through the open door and followed the sounds of the music until she found herself in a large grand room. The ceilings felt two stories high, and there was ankle-deep fog on the floor. The lights were dim and pulsed in rhythm with the music as if she were in a club and not someone’s house. As the kitsune looked around, she saw a grand staircase leading up to a landing. More fog descended the steps and off the edge of the landing, creating a curtain of mist for partygoers to pass through.

She saw many bodies walking around, dancing, and generally having a good time, but she wasn’t sure where to go. She realized she didn’t know anyone at this party, and she wasn’t even sure who invited her here in the first place.

As she was looking around, a tall, muscled wolf with midnight blue fur sauntered up to her with a glass of what looked like whiskey in his paw. He wore a fitted petticoat and had an easy smile and inviting blue-grey eyes hiding behind his forest green mask. She noticed the circular obsidian pendant he wore around his neck and wondered what it was for.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be standing all alone at this party,” he said to her as he sipped his drink. He studied the collar around her neck and smirked. “One of Zath’s girls I see,” he said with a nod to the collar. “No wonder you’re being left unattended.”

Cozy furrowed her brow and her ears flattened against her head. “Zath’s girl?” she repeated with suspense. “Who is Zath?”

“Zathrian,” the wolf said, gesturing to the massive house around them. “He owns the place. Beautiful dragon of a man, too. I can see why all the girls fall for his charms so easily.”

Cozy blinked at him in confusion. “I’ve never met anyone named Zathrian,” she said as he continued to sip on his beverage. “What are you drinking anyway?”

He chuckled at her. “You don’t remember meeting him,” he corrected. “You guys never do remember. That’s his specialty.” He held up his glass, which was about half-empty. “Old-fashioned, like myself. You want me to show you the bar?”

The kitsune was still confused, but there was a familiar tugging at the back of her head that made all the confusion fall away. She looked from the drink to the wolf then back to the drink again and nodded at him. “Bar sounds good to me,” she said. “I’m Cozy, by the way.”

He grinned at her and downed the rest of his whiskey. “Ronan,” he said. “Follow me.” He led her through a thick crowd of people to get to the bar, which was situated right before the curtain of fog coming from the upper banister.

The closer she got to the fog, the hazier her thoughts became. The bartender, another wolf with dark fur and a devilish smile, turned to her and asked what she wanted. Cozy stared at him, unable to remember the names of any drinks at all in that moment. The bartender turned to Ronan with a knowing smirk, which would have bothered the kitsune if she was able to hold onto a thought long enough to be bothered.

A few minutes later, the bartender handed her something amber-colored and handed Ronan another Old Fashioned. Cozy downed her drink before they stepped away from the bar, much to the amusement of the bartender.

“A girl who can handle her liquor,” he said as he poured up another drink. “I can see why Zath invited you. You’re going to be very popular here if you keep downing drinks like that.”

Ronan took a seat at the bar, and Cozy sat next to him. The bartender set another drink down in front of her while she turned to Ronan. “Okay, how could Zath have invited me if I don’t remember meeting him?” she asked. “There’s something going on here that you guys aren’t telling me.”

She took a long swig from her drink while Ronan chuckled. “How are you feeling, Cozy?” he asked, leaning closer to her. “Are you feeling happy, relaxed, maybe even a little airy and lightheaded?”

She nodded and cocked her head to the side. Once again, the familiar tugging brought her away from suspicion and back to contented happiness. She downed the rest of the drink and looked up at the bartender with playfully big eyes.

“And I bet the alcohol is making you feel even better,” Ronan continued as the bartender made her another drink. Cozy like listening to the sound of his voice. It was gentle but deep, even, like a lullaby that could put her to sleep. She felt herself nodding at his suggestions.

“The alcohol, the sweet smell of the fog, the lights, the music, it’s all so rhythmic, enthralling,” he continued. “It’d be so easy to just get lost in it, to turn your brain off and let someone else make the decisions while you sat back and enjoyed the ride.”

Cozy felt the effects of the alcohol hitting her brain. A third drink had been put in front of her, and she was sipping on that almost compulsively at this point. As Ronan talked, she could feel herself slipping away, letting herself drown in the music, the sounds of the crowd, and the deep tones of his voice.

“You look like you want someone else to take over for a little while,” he said to her, but his voice sounded so far away. She struggled to focus on anything, and she felt herself nodding without really thinking about it. Decisions were hard in that moment, and she didn’t want to have to make any more.

She felt a paw under her muzzle guiding her face. She looked up and saw those same blue-grey eyes from earlier, but now they were pulsating in blue and grey rings, in rhythm with the music around them. Cozy felt the world quiet around her. The house, the party – it all disappeared as she stared into Ronan’s eyes. She felt her eyes grow heavy and her mouth go slack-jawed.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, and there was a husky tone to his voice now. “Thinking is so hard, and listening to me is so easy. You feel good when you listen to me.”

She giggled and finished the drink in her hands. “I feel good when I drink and listen to you,” she said, and she giggled again when she heard how slurred her words were. “I just want to feel good tonight.”

He placed a paw on her shoulder and began to rub up and down her arm. “I think we can make you feel good tonight,” he said. “Can you tell me the kinds of things that make you feel good, Cozy?”

The kitsune felt heat rise to her cheeks and she hoped it wasn’t visible beneath her fur. She shook her head and giggled nervously, unable to push past her bashfulness to answer him.

He moved his paw to her breast and slipped it under the top of her corset. She gasped as he quickly found her nipple and pinched, eliciting a moan she couldn’t hide. “Does this make you feel good?” he asked as he continued to fondle her.

She nodded and squeezed her thighs together. She saw another glass being placed in front of her out of the corner of her eye and she glanced up to see the bartender leaning on the counter, staring at her. His eyes had also become a series of colorful, pulsating rings, and she felt herself grow even more lightheaded. She couldn’t acknowledge him over her own moans because the only thing she could focus on was the pleasure building up between her legs.

She felt another paw on her other breast and looked up to see the bartender grinning at her. “That’s it, love,” he said as her moans intensified. “Go ahead and lose yourself in it. We’re right here, we’ll take care of you.”

She felt her thighs being gently forced apart and she looked down to see Ronan’s knees moving in between hers to keep them from closing. She whined at the loss of friction between her legs and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Ooohh,” he chuckled. “Looks like someone’s going into heat, don’t you think?” He held her legs apart with his knees even as she fought to push them together again. Her dress had ridden up while she was squirming in her seat, and the skirt was barely draped over her thighs anymore. “Let’s see how close to heat she is.” His free paw quickly pushed the skirt out of the way and brushed against the fabric of her panties.

She absentmindedly moved her hips up to meet his fingers as more moans escaped her throat. In one swift motion, Ronan moved the fabric to the side, slipped a digit deep inside of her, and leaned forward to swallow her next moan with his mouth. When he pulled away, he smirked at her while he used his tongue to clean off his finger.

“Oh, someone’s definitely in heat,” he cooed. “And pretty girls like you in heat want as much cum as you can get, isn’t that right?”

Cozy whined as she nodded her head, her eyes low and full of desperation at this point. The bartender had moved to their side of the bar during this interaction, and she found herself sandwiched between the two wolves. The bartender groped her breasts from behind her while Ronan slipped another digit inside of her, and the kitsune felt like putty in their hands, willing to do anything they suggested as long as she got to feel that good while they did it.

She looked over at Ronan through her droopy eyes, feeling heat and hunger throbbing in the pit of her stomach. “Please fuck me,” she said in a small, desperate voice she didn’t recognize. She bucked her hips at him as if to punctuate the request.

“I can do that,” he assured her as he plunged his digits deeper into her. “Would fucking you make you feel better?”

She nodded as she threw her head back into the bartender’s chest. He wasn’t as muscled as Ronan, but he wasn’t lacking definition either. She looked up at him and met his pulsating eyes at the same time she felt his own hardness poking against her back.

“Can I have your cum too?” her question brought a deep growl from the bartender’s chest and he moved so that he was positioned off to her side. He unfastened his pants and pulled out a thick, throbbing erection that glistened with precum. She marveled at it for just a moment, her own brown eyes a set of honey-colored spirals now. Then, she greedily swallowed as much as she could in one motion.

As the bartender gripped her long blonde hair tucked under her mask and pushed himself all the way down her throat, Ronan positioned himself between her open legs. He slid inside slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size as he went. When he reached his knot, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing that into her, too.

Cozy moaned around the bartender’s cock when she felt the knot force its way inside of her. She felt him pull back out slowly, then slam back into her, forcing her head farther down on the shaft in her mouth. She was already bottoming out before she reached this wolf’s knot; she was certain it wouldn’t fit down her throat.

Ronan started fucking her faster, thrusting in and out of her with all his strength. The bartender started to match his pace and before long, she felt the width of his knot force its way past her lips. She heard a growl deep in his chest as he held her head down with all of him inside of her for a second until she gagged.

The kitsune had to grip the sides of her seat with her paws to steady herself from the ravenous men. She lapped at the underside of the bartender’s shaft, desperate to get every drop of his salty precum. She heard his grunting and moaning become more ragged and his thrusts became more frantic. He pushed her head all the way down past his knot and thrust into the back of her throat as he shot out rope after rope of thick cum.

She greedily swallowed every bit of his cum and continued to milk the rest out of his softening cock with her tongue.

“What a good girl,” he said with a growl as he fastened his trousers again. “You managed to get it all. Do you think you can take all of Ronan’s?”

She nodded her head yes, completely fixated on the rainbow of pulsating rings that were his eyes. “I need it,” she said breathily. “And I need to clean him up after.”

She felt Ronan’s claws dig into her hips when she said that, but she didn’t look away from the bartender. She could feel her own orgasm building with each and every stroke.

The bartender tucked a loose piece of blonde hair behind her mask and gently cupped her muzzle in his paw. “I think when you feel him explode inside of you and drench the inside of your pussy in his cum, it’s going to make you feel so good you’re not going to be able to stop yourself from cumming.”

She nodded absentmindedly. She felt a different paw under her muzzle guiding her face back to Ronan. The blue-grey rings seemed to intensify in color and now they pulsed in time with his thrusts.

“I want you to look at me when you cum,” he said. “I want to see the look in your eye when you go over the edge. Don’t look away from me.”

The heat continued to build in the pit of her stomach as he stared at her with a hunger she’d never seen before. Without warning, he made one final hard, deep thrust, leaned forward, and sunk his teeth into the smell between her neck and her shoulder. She felt his cum as it splattered against her inner walls, and she felt it as it overflowed and began to leak out of her.

He pulled away from her shoulder and looked down at her just in time to see her face contort as an orgasm rippled through her entire body. He growled and grinned as he pulled himself out of her and tucked himself back into the pants of his petticoat.

Cozy was still twitching in her seat, cum running down her thigh. Ronan helped her pull her skirt back down and pull herself into an upright seated position while the bartender returned to his place behind the bar. Ronan guided her face back to his. His eyes had returned to normal, and so had hers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her in a gentle voice.

The sounds of the party and the partygoers became louder and louder until Cozy was fully aware of her surroundings again. She felt a satisfied throbbing between her legs but was otherwise still feeling kind of dazed. She looked back at Ronan and tilted her head in confusion. “What happened?” she asked.

“Hypnosis,” he explained with a coy smile. “You may have gotten double-teamed. How do you feel?”

She felt a rush of excitement and she pressed her legs together, reminding her of the fullness in her pussy. “Incredible,” she breathed in response to him. “Exhilarated.” She locked eyes with him. “Like I want more.”

He grinned and reached into his pocket for something. “I have a proposition,” he said, holding his closed paw out to her. “Trade the collar you have on for one of mine and you can have more.” He turned his paw over and opened it to show her the blue-and-green threaded collar in his hand.

She didn’t hesitate when she nodded, and he made short work of removing her purple collar and replacing it with his own. He leaned forward and bit the other side of her shoulder and growled.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Now we can start training.”