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Curiosity had been known to get the best of Rekiz.

The short otter had got used to walking past the same billboard on his way back from work. It wasn’t like the billboard wasn’t there in the mornings, but then it was way too dark to see it clearly – and besides, his first coffee was still kicking in. Rekiz would glance at the billboard briefly, never allowing himself to focus on it too much for too long. The otter knew what would happen if he did.

He’d like it. He’d feel embarrassed. He might even end up going.

And so, he’d been trying his best to ignore the billboard for as long as he’d been able to, in hopes that they would end up removing it. Then he wouldn’t have to go through that ordeal every single working day and he would – hopefully – forget about it.

But it seemed as if the billboard had been there for ages. The bright, indigo background filled with an almost cartoonish spiral. The smirking goat in a tailcoat on the front. The silly, sort of blurry font announcing the hypnosis show with the kind of text that was perfectly crafted to make you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

Whenever Rekiz walked past it, all kinds of conflicting thoughts began swirling in his head. The first thing that usually hit his mind was “Stage shows aren’t real” which quickly moved to “Unlike the hypnosis kink I like” and ended up transforming into “But what if that stage hypnotist actually knows what he’s doing”. From there, all sorts of outcomes usually took place in his brain, with “It’s probably a fake” and “But what if I went to check, just in case” being the most prominent ones.

In retrospective, it was only obvious that he’d end up attending to the show. Whether Rekiz was comfortable with the idea or not, since the day he’d come across the cheesy message the billboard conveyed, it’d been just a matter of knowing for how long he’d be able to endure the constant, slow burn.

Apparently, not long enough.

As the otter sat on his seat, wriggling nervously as he waited for the lights to dim and the show to begin, he asked himself for the umpteenth time if he’d made the right decision. It wasn’t like the ticket had been too expensive – quite the opposite, really. The dog attending the counter had told Rekiz that he had so many points saved up in his theatre card that he could practically attend the show for free. The otter had been hesitant before, but he’d decided to take that as if destiny was giving him a gentle nudge.

So why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

Possibly because there were several outcomes that could lead to him feeling embarrassed – either on behalf of the hypnotist or on his own behalf. What if the hypnotist made it too obvious that he had a plant in the audience? What if he was actually good and Rekiz couldn’t help but blush as inductions, countdowns and other hypnotic shenanigans took place on stage?

And what if he was asked to volunteer?

No way, he told himself. I wouldn’t do that. There weren’t many people in the hall right now, but the show still hadn’t started. Rekiz didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of such a large audience… did he?

He didn’t have much time to think about it, since the lights suddenly grew dim and a pre-recorded message was played on the speakers, indicating that the show was about to start. Rekiz sat upright, made sure his phone was on silent mode and decided it was too late to back out anyway.

As soothing, new age music began playing, the otter focused on the stage. It didn’t take long for the curtain to rise and, after a mandatory round of applause, the same goat Rekiz had seen pictured in the billboard for the past few weeks appeared on stage.

The otter had expected the hypnotist’s appearance to be less cheesy and clichéd than it was in the picture. Mostly because he’d assumed it’d be easier to move around the stage without a tailcoat – yet the goat was not only wearing that, but also a top hat and a long staff that finished in a round, shiny crystal ball. As the round of applause continued, the hypnotist approached the edge of the stage and bowed deeply before the audience.

Then, he raised his gloved hands to ask for silence in the room. Rekiz thought the white gloves and the black tailcoat made a nice contrast with his warm grey fur.

When the audience stopped clapping, the hypnotist chuckled.

“There! You see, people? An actual demonstration of mind control that took me less than a few seconds to perform. If this isn’t your money’s worth, I don’t know what is.”

Some people in the audience laughed at the joke. Rekiz conceded that at least the hypnotist was funny. It’d be terrible if he wasn’t a good hypnotist and he wasn’t a good comedian either, he thought.

“My name is Persegan and my goal here tonight is to stop you all from believing hypnosis is fake. Which, believe me, is harder than it sounds like.” The goat winked an eye at the audience. “I once had a volunteer cluck like a chicken for half an hour. When he woke up, he was so stubborn that he refused to acknowledge he’d been hypnotized. Instead, he pretended that clucking while moving his imaginary wings up and down – all this in front of a laughing audience, mind you – was something he’d do on a regular basis.”

Rekiz joined the laughing people in the audience this time.

“Then, of course, there’s the people who forget they’ve been hypnotized,” Persegan continued. “I may convince a whole audience, but what’s the point if the person who’s been in trance chooses not to remember any of it? I once had a volunteer insist that she hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary on stage. That was, of course, after she’d been mooing for most of the show.”

More laughs. Rekiz relaxed a bit on his seat – at least, it seemed he hadn’t wasted his money on a boring show. Besides, other than how entertaining it seemed to be so far, he couldn’t help but think about the notion of being forced to believe he was a chicken or a cow… and something inside him stirred.

“Now, for the disclaimer,” Persegan added, still smiling. “I’d like to remind you all that this is an adult show. If you’re a minor, or if you’ve brought a minor here with you, it’s your time to kindly step out. Fortunately, it doesn’t look like that’s the case today! The last guy who brought a minor here is still walking around believing he’s an accordion.”

Rekiz had been so caught up in the words that he barely noticed there was a piece of information he’d missed. What? An adult show?, he asked himself. The otter fumbled in his pocket for the flyer he’d been handed at the entrance. There was no way that was an adult show. He would have noticed! Was that another joke or…

But as his eyes lay on the flyer – which was actually a smaller version of the billboard – Rekiz felt slightly dizzy. It was right there, on the corner, and big enough to be seen clearly. A huge “+18” sticker that clearly indicated the adult content of the show. This can’t be happening, the otter thought, fighting the blush that threatened to take over his cheeks.

“Look, over there, somebody just noticed the show is adult! See, this is why we need the disclaimer.”

Rekiz looked up, dismayed at the thought that the hypnotist was referring to him. Fortunately, it looked like Persegan’s attention was focused on a different member of the audience. The otter sighed and tried to remain calm.

Perhaps it won’t be that bad. Perhaps he’ll just tease some members of the audience and then…

“And believe me, it’ll be much worse than you’re possibly thinking,” Persegan was telling the shocked person in the audience. “Yeah, full-on nudity and kink. Pure depravity, I assure you. So if you intend to leave, now would be a good moment to do so, in my opinion.”

There were some chuckles in the audience again. Rekiz tried to calm down. He hadn’t walked into the show knowing that, but did it really make a difference? It wasn’t like he had to volunteer. Hell, there was probably a plant hidden somewhere in the room, as happened with most hypnosis shows. He wouldn’t have to step on stage, no matter how much Persegan insisted.

But what if he did?

It wasn’t like the hypnotist’s presence on stage wasn’t welcoming… and kind of hot, when Rekiz thought about it. The idea of falling into trance for him was certainly enticing. But with so many people in the audience… Could he volunteer, as a joke? Perhaps…

“Now that we all know what we’re in for,” Persegan continued, “and that all the people who don’t want to be here have been given the chance to leave, we’re free to start. If you’re one of those skeptics that attend to these shows hoping to catch every single mistake on my part, by now you’re already wondering which of you is the plant. Which is the natural thing to do, I believe. I would be doing the same if I were you.”

Persegan walked until he was at the front of the stage again. The subtle blueish lights being flashed from above shone on his black and white clothes. He was smirking again.

“I suppose you’re expecting me to deny that I have a plant. There’s no way I could admit to having one, right?”

Rekiz found himself nodding. Yeah, that was absurd. How would a serious hypnotist admit he had a…

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but there’s actually someone among the crowd. Someone I’ve had long chats with about what they should do in this show.”

There was a brief silence after the confession. Rekiz couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised.

Persegan clapped his gloved hands together and grinned at the audience.

“That’ll be our first game tonight. Finding the plant in the audience. Does that sound like a good plan?”

Some playful complaints rose in the audience. Rekiz felt slightly bewildered as well – what kind of a hypnosis show was that? Finding a plant? Persegan raised one of his hands, still smiling.

“Well, as much as I appreciate you voicing your opinions, I don’t think you have a say in the matter. This is my show after all. Plus, I’m a hypnotist, so I can force you to do my bidding if I want.”

An ominous tune played on the speakers and people laughed, understanding that as a joke. Rekiz wasn’t so sure and had to hide the blush again.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t at least make things easier for you. So I’m going to pick three people and bring them on stage, and you have to decide which of them is the plant. Aaah, that sounds better, doesn’t it?” Persegan asked with a big grin as people seemed to react positively to the new plan.

Rekiz believed that was a much better option as well.

“Okay, let’s see. I’m going to pick… you. Yes, you! The surprised wolf lady with glasses. You’re not fooling anyone, darling. You have ‘plant’ vibes all over you.” The wolf stood up and shook her head, laughing. “Yeah, come up on the stage, don’t be shy! Not like you’re making a good job at pretending to be shy, anyway…”

Someone procured a comfortable-looking chair for Persegan, who pushed it towards the front of the stage. The wolf refused to go up at first, but her friends ended up convincing her to give it a try. Rekiz couldn’t help but think that at least he had come alone – if his friends were there, trying to push him into volunteering, he would have been mortally embarrassed.

“Next – the capybara over there. Yeah, yeah, you’re trying to seem completely bored and oblivious to this show, aren’t you? That’s just what a plant would be doing, so there’s no saving you.” The capybara looked confused at first, but didn’t hesitate to walk towards the stage. “Oh, you actually want to come up! Good! We need braver volunteers these days, let me tell you, nobody will want to come up unless you insist…”

Rekiz allowed himself to engage in the hypnotist’s game. Could any of those two people be a plant? He didn’t think there was a specific way of knowing, but he could always imagine what he’d do if he were in Persegan’s place.

People would immediately discard the plant was the first person he’d talked about, which meant those who liked to think hard into things would assume that was the plant. Knowing that, Rekiz would definitely be calling the plant later… but calling them on stage in the second place would be too predictable in the otter’s opinion. That only left one possibility.

So the plant is probably the last person he calls on stage, Rekiz thought as the capybara took a similarly comfortable seat. Or at least that’s what I’d do.

“And last but not least… that otter over there who looks lost in thought.”

It took Rekiz a second to snap out of his guessing process – and an additional second to understand this time the goat was actually referring to him.

“W-what?” he mumbled.

“It’s too early to be lost in thought, you know. Kindly wait until you’ve stepped onto the stage to do so, please.” The goat winked an eye at him. “Of course, you’re allowed to stay there if you want, but the audience will find it much more boring if you’re not up here. Plus, where have you heard about a plant who doesn’t even step onto the stage?”

Rekiz opened his mouth to answer back, but didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, he was painfully aware of all those people looking at him. Even though he knew they weren’t laughing at him – the same he hadn’t been laughing at the wolf or the capybara when they’d been called on stage – it was hard not to believe that when most people were chuckling and smiling.

The otter considered his options. He could, of course, say he wasn’t interested. A completely different thing was whether Rekiz would be able to believe himself or not. Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure he could refuse the goat’s offer if he insisted a bit. He was at least a bit interested – plus, the biggest drawback of being asked to volunteer was becoming the spotlight and having all those people looking at him.

And that had already happened.

Plus, he wasn’t the plant. Rekiz could only assume Persegan’s show was going to be more focused on that and leave him out of the equation.

In the end, the otter decided to accept the invitation and walked towards the stage, a big round of applause coming his way when he finally made up his mind. He headed to the stairs and climbed on to the stage. Persegan offered one of his gloved hands and Rekiz took it. He was guided to the third seat and sat down, feeling the soft, velvety cushion under his body. It was just as comfortable as it looked like.

Fortunately, the spotlights prevented him from seeing the audience. Rekiz could only imagine that was done to make the volunteers feel more at ease. He personally appreciated it.

However, when the blue light hit his eyes in a certain way and flashed on his brown fur, accentuating his blue highlights, the otter had a strange feeling of… familiarity? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but…

“Okay, everybody, thank you for your applause. Let’s go right into it, shall we? The night is long, but not that long.” Persegan moved to the first volunteer, the wolf lady. She was smiling nervously and giggling as some of her friends waved and spoke to her from the audience. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Um… Lya,” the wolf answered, still grinning. “But I’m not the plant, I promise!”

“Your friends don’t seem to agree with that,” the goat pointed out.

“Haha, yeah! They’re trying to make me look bad here,” she answered back, shifting on his seat. “But I swear I don’t know this man. Hell, this is the first time I’ve walked into a theatre!”

“Not the best thing to admit in front of so many people, am I right?” Persegan asked. The audience laughed. “Okay, Lya. Can you do me a favor? Can you count down from three to one?”

“Uh, sure, why?” the wolf asked, slightly confused. “Three, two, one…”

The goat gently patted the capybara’s head and pushed it down.

“Sleep.”

From his position, Rekiz didn’t think such a sudden induction could work, but the capybara dropped on his seat, limp as a rag doll. The audience reacted with a gasp at first, then with some laughs.

“Oh wow,” Lya muttered.

“I feel bad for this poor guy,” Persegan said, turning to the audience. “He didn’t even get to introduce himself before I put him under. Well, that’s okay. I can tell you he is not the plant, anyway.”

Rekiz looked at the capybara carefully. He was slumping on his seat now, shoulders slack and heavy, chest rising and sinking at the slow rhythm of his breathing. If he was an actor trying to play the part of a deeply hypnotized subject, he was making a really good job.

“Feeling jealous, otter?” Persegan asked, turning to Rekiz.

The otter blushed a bit.

“Uh, no! I was just, uh, looking.”

“Oh, really? You mean you don’t like the sight of this guy being easily dropped into trance? I find it hard to believe that you’re not secretly wishing that were you,” the goat teased him, a playful smirk spreading on his face. “You’re not hiding that blush as well as you think, darling.”

Those words only made Rekiz’s cheeks turn even redder.

“W-well, I’m not the plant, so I don’t think that’ll be the case for me, haha,” he heard himself say. It was hard to know what to say when so many people were looking at him.

“So you think this lovely guy here – let’s call him Roy, okay? – you think Roy was the plant? Even though I just said he wasn’t? Is that what you’re implying?” Persegan asked, his grin only growing wider.

“Uh, I know it isn’t me, and I don’t think that girl is the plant,” Rekiz answered, smiling sheepishly. “Hmm… Perhaps you don’t have a plant at all?”

Persegan chuckled.

“That’s a cute theory, but I’m afraid it’s also incorrect. I do have a plant in the audience, whether they know it or not.” The goat winked an eye at Rekiz, who felt his face getting slightly warmer. “By the way, you’d do well in counting down for me, otter boy.”

“W-what? Uh, okay. Three, two, one…”

Persegan tapped the wolf’s forehead this time. She dropped into trance like a brick, her head bobbing from right to left on her chest before coming to a halt. One of her arms dangled at her side, completely devoid of tension. From his position, Rekiz saw it happening so quickly and suddenly that he doubted the wolf wasn’t a plant as well.

But she did look hypnotized. Perhaps she’d had a previous session with the hypnotist? That might explain it, but somehow Rekiz didn’t think that was the case.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Persegan said, turning to the audience again and patting the wolf’s shoulder, whose body swayed left and right in slow motion. “That was almost too easy, right? Rest assured, however. I still haven’t dropped the plant into a trance. And I promise that comes with a reward.”

A heavy silence fell on the room as all eyes moved to Rekiz. The otter wriggled nervously on his seat.

“What? I’m not the plant. I’d never seen you before tonight!”

“Don’t mind him. He’s a really good actor,” Persegan talked to the audience. “He could fool anyone, even himself.”

Rekiz gulped, a slightly anxious smile on his face.

“Look, I know who I am. And I know I’m not…”

“There’s an easy enough way to prove this,” Persegan interrupted him, disregarding those words with a wave of his hand. “Do you have a theatre card, Rekiz?”

The otter fumbled in his pocket searching for his wallet. It took him long enough to notice something weird about the way the goat had phrased that sentence.

“W-wait. How do you know my name?” he asked, looking up to hold Persegan’s gaze.

The hypnotist shrugged and gave him a wide grin.

“What can I say. I’m a mentalist after all. I guess I simply…” The goat snapped his fingers, keeping eye contact with Rekiz. “… Read your mind.”

The otter wanted to say something, but instead he found himself nodding.

“Yeah.”

“Now, be a good otter and take your theater card out, okay?”

Something about those words should have triggered a different response in Rekiz, but instead the otter decided to take out his wallet and look for his theater card. His moves were slow and calm, his demeanor absolutely tranquil. When he handed the card to the goat, he smiled.

“That’s much better. Now, I need the help of a friend for this. And if I’m not mistaken, Danny is here to help me out just now.”

Rekiz thought someone had walked onto the stage, but his thoughts felt sluggish, his perception tampered. He knew what hypnosis felt like, and this didn’t feel like it – but still, he couldn’t say he was in a regular headspace. His brain was filled with fuzz, his mind covered in a heavy haze. What is going on?, he asked himself, trying to snap out of it. It wasn’t like it was unpleasant, but…

… it was oddly familiar.

Rekiz looked up and noticed a dog stood next to Persegan. It took him a while to recognize him as the dog who he’d buy the ticket from. What?, he thought, utterly confused.

“How many points does this card hold?” Persegan was asking at that moment.

“Uh, twenty thousand and thirty five,” the assistant replied. “All gained by attending these shows during the last few years.”

“Hmm? That doesn’t… make any sense,” Rekiz muttered. His tongue felt heavy and slow, like a piece of cloth. “I’ve never… come here before.”

“That’s what he thinks,” Persegan said. Rekiz wasn’t entirely sure whether the hypnotist was talking to him or the audience now. “But it’s not the first time he’s been here. Or the second. Or the third. His conscious mind doesn’t remember, but his subconscious mind’s been trained to respond to trance very easily. You won’t see him sleep though, not today, not needed. He simply responds.”

A simple, incoherent thought began forming in the otter’s mind. W-whaaat---

“Let me prove it. Drone Otter Activated.”

Rekiz felt his body tensing – then relaxing all of a sudden – then tensing again to stand up. His arm rose on its own, the otter’s fingers tightening into a fist which moved slowly but steadily towards his chest. Rekiz’s mouth opened, words coming out on their own, his voice monotone and slurred.

“Drone R-22 is ready to obey,” he mumbled.

The feeling of total absence expanded in its mind until it filled everything. Whatever thoughts remained in its brain plunged into the void as its gaze became vacant and glassy. After speaking its words, R-22’s mouth hung slightly open, its body swaying lightly on its footpaws.

Persegan walked around the drone and placed a hand on its shoulder.

“See? An automatic response. His role – ah, my bad – its role as a drone has been reinforced so thoroughly that it’s barely even aware that it’s activated. Its mind is empty and receptive to my words. But that’s not the only thing that is receptive…” The goat turned to the dog standing by his side. “Danny, did you bring the… Oh, yeah. I see you did.”

R-22 had a weak, almost instinctive impulse to turn and look, but it quickly disappeared into the depths of its deep programming. The drone remained perfectly still, waiting for the next command. It had been told to listen and obey in the past, and so that was the only thing it was supposed to do.

“Will you look at this?” Persegan asked. He was talking to the audience now, showing something R-22 couldn’t see, but that it was somehow beginning to sense intuitively. “This is R-22’s suit. Some of you might recognize it from previous shows. It helps R-22 become an even better drone, as you’ll soon see. Why don’t you state your purpose again, R-22?”

“Drone R-22 is ready to obey,” it repeated, words filling the void in its head and then leaving it empty through its slightly open jaw.

“That’s a good otter drone. Now, step forward and put your suit on.”

R-22 didn’t need to be told twice. It could already feel the pull from the suit, bringing its body forward. It began removing its clothes one by one until it was completely naked in front of the audience. By then, the idea of being completely hypnotized in front of an audience had reached both the drone’s conscious and subconscious minds, so its excitement was already visible between its legs.

It stood on the stage, obviously horny, before slipping into its suit. It felt so good on its soft fur that R-22 was about to let out a soft moan, but it ended up suppressing it because it would have been against its programming. After all, R-22 must not speak unless it’s asked to speak.

The suit fitted its body perfectly. Measured to the millimeter, it covered its whole frame leaving only its four paws and its dick exposed to the audience.

“As you can all see,” Persegan continued, “R-22 is very happy to be in front of you. Our job now that we have it like this is to make it even happier. Let’s start by giving it some simple commands. For instance, throb.”

A snap hit R-22’s ears, which twitched slightly. Something else twitched between its legs, a sudden pinch of pleasure going all the way through its spine. The command was familiar and well-practiced, and R-22’s body reacted accordingly.

“And again. Throb.”

Another snap. R-22 felt its body growing warmer, the pleasant tingle filling everything beneath the suit. Its body shuddered a bit, but that was the only reaction that it displayed other than its displayed cock throbbing and getting harder, bigger.

“Very good, R-22,” Persegan praised it, placing one hand on its head, right between its ears. The goat petted the drone fondly. “These people in the audience want to see how much of a good boy you are, and we are going to show them. So I want you to feel more pleasure. Now.”

Another snap. The sensation grew even more intense.

“And when we’re done showing them, we’ll make sure you forget eeeeverything about it again. And then you’ll find yourself coming across the billboard. You’ll find yourself growing curious. You’ll find yourself coming back. Even more pleasure.”

Snap.

“And every time you come back you’ll find yourself reacting the same way. Being surprised when I call you on stage, but accepting my proposal because you want to know what it feels like. You want to be hypnotized again, even though you’re not aware. More pleasure, R-22.”

Snap.

R-22’s body was finding it difficult to hold so much pleasure in by now. Persegan was grinning by its side, even though it couldn’t see it.

“And you’ll love it every. Single. Time. Proving to our lovely audience just how deeply conditioned you are, just how obedient and hypnotized you can be. You’re such a good drone, R-22. Now, as a reward, you’re free to cum for us.”

R-22’s body trembled briefly for a second and then it released – letting all that pleasure that had been building up for the past few minutes flow out. The drone otter shot a huge load in front of the audience, its body rigid and tense as it reached orgasm – and then it relaxed a bit with the last few drops of its seed, climax subsiding as warm, heavy afterglow settled in.

Whispers and murmurs filled the audience before a loud round of applause celebrated the scene. Persegan smiled proudly next to his “volunteer”. Other than the sticky mess in front of him and its twitching hard member, R-22 remained perfectly still as if nothing had happened.

“That’s right, folks! Please let R-22 know how much of a good drone it’s been. And now, for our other participants…”

Persegan turned to the two other motionless figures on the stage, his grin widening. It wasn’t like those two were the only volunteers he’d be calling up.

“As I said, the night is long, but it’s not that long,” the goat said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam. “So let’s make the most out of it, okay?”