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No disrespect to the guy, but if Val can do hypnosis, I can too. How hard can it be to say some trancey words in someone's ear, or slap a visor on them, or wave a psycholuminescent crystal in front of their snout? I'm not saying I'll be better at it than him - not right away, at least. He's got years of experience on me, after all. But I'll catch up quick once I figure out where to start.

Deciding to go to the source, I bring it up with Val himself at our next racquetball game. "Where'd you learn to do that hypno stuff?"

He bounces the ball twice and spins his racket, his usual fidget before he serves. Val is an otter, but he has the slinky build more typical of our species - shorter and slimmer than me. Weaker. I know for a fact he never strength trains, other than the time that lifting became his hyperfixation of the week. But he does swim two kilometers a day, and it shows. He's all lean muscle and looks damn good in his tank and athletic shorts.

Bounce. Bounce. Spin. "I read two books on the subject at first, along with articles and discussions on the Net," he says. "But it's mostly practice. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, you know. I'm thinking of picking it up."

"Really? I always thought hypnosis was too intellectual for you." He says it in his usual deadpan, and if I didn't know him better I'd think he actually meant it as an insult.

"Yeah, well, I figured you were too weak to swing a racket, but look at you now. Speaking of which, are you planning to serve sometime today?"

"You asked for it."

Val tosses the ball and swings. It hits the wall and rebounds from the floor in a low arc, forcing me to bend down to meet it. He's using my size and lack of flexibility against me yet again.

I put my superior strength to work and smack it hard and fast to the opposite end of the court. But Val has somehow anticipated the direction of the bounce and is in position to send it back on the fly. I'd suspect he used ocular implants to predict the ball's trajectory, except I know he doesn't have any.

"That's three," he says after the ball slips past my racket. You wouldn't be able to tell how cocky he is other than the twitch in his tail.

"Yeah, yeah."

He bounces the ball, bounces it again, but this time stops before he spins the racket. "What made you want to learn hypnosis now in particular?"

"I know a lot of people who are into it," I say casually. "Matty's into it." Matty is one of our mutual floormats - big into paws, hypno, and chastity.

He glances up at me. "It's not because you got jealous at the party the other night?"

Right. The party. That night, Val must have had a dozen subs eager to get zonked, each falling under his control and always coming back for more. I had forgotten that that was what put the idea in my head.

Before I can come up with a reply to salvage my pride, he serves. I scramble after the ball, toeclaws scratching the wood floor, but I can't get into gear quick enough and I lose the volley again.

"That's-" he starts to say.

"Four," I interrupt, not giving him the satisfaction. "And it just looked like fun. I wasn't jealous."

"Not even when Ashby spent most of the night staring at one of my spirals?"

"That's where Ashby went?" I had been hoping to play with them for the first time that night - I even brought my new holo-flogger - until they disappeared an hour into the party.

"Don't worry, Austen - I'll give you a crash course and maybe you'll catch their interest next time."

Ignoring my glare, he makes his third serve. This one is slower - I can tell he's wearing out. I slam racket against rubber hard enough that the rebound sounds like a whipcrack, and even Val's quick reflexes and read on the ball can't get him there in time.

"Tie game," I say.

"So it is." I'm satisfied to see him pause to catch his breath. "So, what do you think?"

I shrug. "I guess I could let you show me the ropes."

"The fun thing about hypno is that you don't need ropes."

"It's just an expression," I clarify.

"I was joking. I'm not that literal."

"Oh."

Val thinks for a moment. "How about we meet up tonight and you can practice on Keda?"

"Keda is into hypno?" The stag is a regular sub of Val's, and ever since I first saw that twiggy boy I've been thinking about all the ways I could break him if we ever ended up playing together.

"He wasn't when I started with him, but people always seem to change their minds about that after spending enough time around me." He says it with a smug grin.

I scoff. "Hasn't happened to me yet."

Suddenly there's a dangerous gleam in his gold eyes - one I've only ever seen him get with his subs. I'm suddenly reminded that I've left my earring lit up its usual green, signaling open consent.

"Your serve," he says simply.

We play another twenty minutes and I score a narrow victory. Not that it matters - I'm interested in a different competition now.

On our way out, I clap my webbed paw on Val's back. "Good game as always."

"Really fun," he agrees. "I'm glad you got me into this and make me stick with it."

"Same, man."

He checks the time on his pawheld. "Now, about the other fun we have planned. 1800, my quarters?"

I nod. "You're on."

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Val's quarters always have the lights dimmed. The pool room is bare of furniture, letting reflections of the water shimmer on every surface, and one of its walls is a floor-to-ceiling window that looks out on the black ocean. It feels like supervillain lair.

When I arrive, he's floating on his back, and his ears twitch to the sound of the door closing behind me. He flips backward, dives, then resurfaces at the near side. "Hey, Austen."

"What's up, Val? Still Valens, or is it Valerie tonight?"

"Still Valens."

"Got it." I've hung out with the bigender otter enough that I can usually tell on sight, but it's always good to check. "When's Keda showing up?"

"He's on the way now."

"Cool."

He rests his muzzle on his crossed arms. "So, nervous about doing your first trance?"

Of course I am. I keep worrying I'll choke up, or that I'll follow all the steps only for nothing to happen. But I just shrug. "How hard could it be?"

"Well, it may prove slightly more challenging than wrestling some rabbit half your size to the ground."

"Oh yeah? What about some otter?"

"Wouldn't you love to find out?" The door pings. "Ah, there he is."

Val lifts himself out of the pool, shiny and dripping. The wet fur matted against his skin shows off more of his muscles than are usually visible, and he grins pointedly at me as his sheath comes out of the water. I force my ears and tail still to not show that it gets to me.

Not well enough, apparently. "Better pull your jaw off the floor before I let Keda in," he says.

Whatever. It's not like I haven't caught him staring at me before. If he were a sub, or at least into vanilla sex, we definitely would have made something happen by now.

I collect myself and shoot back, "You're right. Gotta save my energy for dropping your sub. Bet on it - first try."

"We'll see."

Val steps through the sonic fur dryer, throws a towel around his waist, and goes to the door. The instant it's open, Keda bounces in with an enthusiastic, "Hi, guys!"

The stag wears a short, neon green skirt, a black denim jacket over a fishnet crop, and glowing loops around his antlers. He looks like he's come straight from a chemrave, which he confirms when he hugs Val and coos, "Otter fur feels so nice when I'm on six-four."

"Just wait until you feel my new outfit later," Val says.

"Ooh."

The hug lingers for a long time, Keda's hands roaming all over Val's back, sides, and chest to savor his dense brown fluff. I'm about to remind Keda that I'm also here when he finally pulls himself away and turns to me.

"Austen, right?"

"That's right."

"Keda. I've definitely seen you at parties before, but I don't think we've actually talked. Or I might have been too zonked to remember," he adds with a laugh and a glance at Val. "Either way, nice to actually meet you!" He extends his hand to shake.

There's an enticing shyness in his big brown eyes, and I'm extremely aware of the green consent piercing in his snout, along with the fact that he's smaller and weaker than me. I know Keda's into pred/prey, and it's not for nothing that his crop top exposes his vulnerable belly.

"Nice to meet you," I reply. I take his hand, squeeze as hard as I reasonably can, and flash my pointed teeth. He rewards me with a perfect reaction of wide eyes, perked ears, and nervous smile.

"You're hot," Keda blurts.

My smile grows, showing a little more of my teeth. "Thanks. You're defenseless." His muzzle falls open at that.

Before we can continue, Val steps in and puts a paw on each of our shoulders. "Alright, you two. Let's pause to plan out our evening. Otherwise, the otter is just going to end up pinning the deer down for a dumb rut."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would hate that," I say. Keda's ears fall back bashfully.

"Shall we negotiate in the pool and then move to the bedroom?" Val suggests.

Keda brightens. "Yeah! I'd love to cool my hooves after all that dancing."

"Works for me," I say. Getting in the water does sound nice.

"Thanks for being so agreeable, boys," Val says. The otter turns toward the pool, slowly slips off his towel, and lets it drop. Keda and I ogle him as he walks away, tail swaying and back muscles rippling. He glances over his shoulder with a smirk, then dives in. Clean, barely a splash.

"He's hot," Keda says.

"Yeah, he's not bad."

Keda shrugs off his jacket, then removes his crop top by unbuttoning it at the back. I had been wondering how it was supposed to go on over those antlers. "So, how do you and Val know each other?" he asks.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. "I met him for the first time at a party. We play adjacent to each other a lot, as you've seen." I slide my shorts down to reveal my tight jocks, then reach my paws over my head to stretch.

Keda's eyes visibly glaze over as he appreciates my muscles and bulge. "Um, you also play tennis together, right?"

"Racquetball."

"Doesn't tennis have a racket?"

I don't know where to start. "I'll explain it later."

He giggles. "Later is good. The six-four is past peak, but I still feel pretty dumb." I can't help but be grateful to Val for bringing me something so cute and helpless.

"How about you? How do you know Val?"

"We work together sometimes."

I cock my head. "You're on a science team?"

"Evolutionary xenobiology," he says naturally. "Specifically, I focus on symbiotic interactions between this planet's microorganisms and-"

I should have figured any friend of Val's would be a nerd. I give him a playful shove, making him stumble over his hooves for a moment before recovering his balance. "Quit thinking and take your skirt off."

"Yes, Sir. Oops, I mean, is it okay if I call you Sir?"

I grin. "Sure. It does sound natural coming from you."

"Yes, Sir." Keda unfastens the back of his skirt and pulls it away from his tail. He wears nothing underneath, of course, so now he's completely naked and vulnerable in front of me. Despite the dim light, the glowing loops in his antlers clearly show the inside of his ears turning pink.

I step out of my jocks and kick them away. I'm half out of my sheath, and Keda takes a long look, undoubtedly imagining how it would feel stretching him. Val isn't into topping - in the vanilla sense - and it would be satisfying to give the deer something he can't get from the other otter.

"Are you two coming in?" Val calls. It's hard to tell, but hopefully he's getting irritated by how quickly Keda is responding to me.

"Go on," I tell Keda. I slap him under his little white tail, making him jump.

"Yes, Sir!"

He sits down at the edge of the pool, scoots in, and paddles out to Val. Once there, he ducks under the water to get his head wet and emerges with a satisfied sigh. In doing so, all the glow rings come off his antlers and scatter on the surface like life preservers.

"Don't worry about it," Val says as the deer tries to snatch them back. "I think they lend a nice atmosphere to the proceedings."

With the way now clear, I get a running start and dive. It may not as pretty as Val's, but it gets the job done. I surface beside Keda and Val with a whip of my tail and the three of us tread water in a close triangle.

After shaking my head dry, I kickstart the conversation. "So, Keda, what do you fantasize about me doing to you tonight?"

He giggles nervously. "Um, I think it should be something simple since we haven't played together before. Maybe trance me and then top me while I'm helpless? Maybe with some pred talk and biting?"

I nod. "Sounds perfect to me, little deer."

"This will be Austen's first trance," Val says. "He's still a baby hypnotist."

"Aww," Keda says.

Scowling at the other otter, I counter, "That's right - you get to be my first victim." I worry I'm putting on too much bravado given my total lack of experience, but I push it aside. Staying nonchalant, I ask Keda, "What inductions do you like?"

"Any induction is fine, as long as you keep giving me instructions. Otherwise, I start wondering what I should be doing and it takes me out of it." He says all this without hesitation. I like that he knows what he wants.

"So no confusion inductions," I say. Val raises an eyebrow at this, no doubt surprised that I did some homework before coming over.

Keda nods. "Those have never worked for me. And maybe no progressive muscle relaxation either? Just because it gets boring."

"Got it." I try to remember what other inductions that leaves, and anxiety trickles back in as I come up empty.

A green glow ring drifts by and slides under Val's muzzle. The light reflects emerald bands in his gold eyes, looking just like one of those augmented reality filters some hypnotists use. I can easily imagine a subject getting transfixed by the sight and nodding along with anything they hear.

Keda sees it too, and his ears droop. "You're both really hot," he says, dazed. "Um, I know it wasn't the original plan, but as long as we're still negotiating how would you feel about double teaming me?"

Val turns his colorful eyes to me. "What do you think?"

It's a good suggestion. I could handle the physical side, where I dominate, and Val could take the mental side, where he admittedly has a slight advantage. We could even do it here in the pool - Keda is such a weak swimmer that either of us could easily keep the little land animal immobilized.

But that's not how it works between me and Val. Right now, we're back on the court, and Keda is the ball. We might be having fun batting him back and forth, but this isn't a cooperative game - there's going to be a winner, and it's going to be me. I'm going to trance the little deer and hoard his attention all night while Val is forced to watch.

"We stick to the original plan," I say. "Unless I need help, you just stand by and look pretty."

"I couldn't stop looking pretty if I wanted to."

I roll my eyes. "Unless there's anything else, let's get out of the pool and take this to the bedroom."

Val cocks his head. "Already? I'm enjoying the water. Keda, what do you think?"

Keda looks between us and giggles. "Isn't Austen supposed to be in charge of me?"

"I suppose he is," Val says. "I guess you should get out, then."

"Yes, Sir! Oops, I mean...okay!"

As Keda passes between us, Val gives me another smirk, which I ignore. I'm more than ready for competition. Maybe I'll even find a way get the otter under my control by the time this is over.

We walk through the fur dryer and through the glass door to Val's bedroom. The lighting is dim here as well, warm and inviting in color. Keda sits on the edge of the bed and I move to stand over him.

Just as I'm about to pick up where we left off, Val abruptly says, "One moment," and disappears into the changing room. Something mechanical whirs inside, and he returns a moment later.

"Wow," Keda gasps.

"Hi, boys," Val says. He's squeezed into a black latex suit that exposes only his head, paws, and footpaws, with tufts of fur puffing out of each opening. It hugs his curves even tighter than his wet fur did, and its smooth surfaces shimmer in the dusky light. I've never considered myself a latex guy, but now I wonder if I've been missing out.

Keda squeals in excitement and jumps up from the bed. He kneels to nuzzle the suit and run his hands all over it, sighing with chemically-enhanced tactile pleasure.

"So, this is the new outfit you mentioned?" I ask. Thankfully this snaps Keda out of it, and he sheepishly returns to his spot on the bed.

Val nods. "I tinkered with the fabricator and discovered a hack to make it print directly onto my body." The otter spreads the digits of his webbed paws and trails them up and down his chest and belly. "So much easier than putting it on myself - it always pulls my fur."

"Well, it looks...good."

"I know."

Ugh. I turn back to Keda. "Ready to get hypnotized?"

He pulls his eyes away from Val's shiny body and nods. "Just one thing I should warn you about. Don't take it personally, but I can be hard to drop because I'm super distractable. Even psycholuminescents don't always work on me."

Val nods. "And, in my experience, prey subjects are more wary and alert with predator hypnotists. But on the other paw, many of them have a fawn response that makes it easy for them to just..." He raises his paw and presses his thumb and pointer digit together. "Drop."

Fixated on those digits, Keda's eyes flutter for a moment, then reopen. "Rude!" he laughs.

Val holds up his paws. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. Go ahead, Austen."

The deer must have been expecting a snap - had the otter implanted that as a trigger? I burn with excitement at the idea of rendering someone helpless with only a gesture.

Collecting myself, I plan my next steps. I know we should start with pre-talk: get the subject comfortable and in the right mindset to be hypnotized. We did some of that in the pool, but it wouldn't hurt to refocus Keda on me. Val always does it with a calm, even tone before eventually lowering to a deep, soothing lull. I have other ideas.

I step closer to Keda and put on my best authoritative voice. It always makes subs snap to attention, and this time is no different. "Alright, you've done this plenty of times before, hypnoslut. You know the drill. You're mine, and you're going under no matter how much you resist."

"Ooh, yes, Sir," he practically purrs.

"Good prey. Just follow along with my words and maybe the big predator won't hurt you too bad."

"Yes, Sir," he says again, more meekly this time. His pupils are huge - not just from the dim light and lingering effects of the drugs, but an intoxicating prey response too.

This is fun, and I can clearly see Keda's arousal building, but it's not getting the deer any closer to trance. I want him like Val's subjects: putty in my paws, believing anything I say. I have plenty of ideas for what to do after that - the only problem is getting there.

"Can I suggest something?" Val asks.

I wanted to nail this trance with as little input from Val as possible, but I have to admit I could use some help getting started. "Sure, I'm open to it."

"It helps to have the subject focus on a concrete image as you guide them into trance. I'll give an example, though of course you can put your own spin on it."

He thinks for a moment and then begins, "Maybe something like this: 'Imagine your thoughts are water. Right now, you're carrying so much tension - tension from the day, tension from the anticipation of trance...and all that tension solidifies your thoughts. Freezes them into ice. Right?'" Keda nods even though Val is addressing me. "'But as you get more comfortable, as you warm up to the situation, they just might start to melt, and...'" He trails off, looking at me expectantly.

My turn to run with the metaphor. I consider the idea of thoughts melting from solid ice into water and find that it makes sense to me. Even though I've never been hypnotized before, I can sort of imagine what it would feel like, and as I do I start to describe it. "As you warm up, the ice sweats. Your thoughts start to lose their shape."

Although I'm halting and uncertain, Keda nods softly, getting me more comfortable with letting the words flow. I remember him saying that just telling him to relax his muscles would be boring, so I try a different approach. "But relaxation isn't the only way to heat you up. See, every time I look into those big doe eyes of yours, they flash with fear. I can see it. I can smell it.

"That fear is so warm as it spreads through your blood. I bet you can imagine each flash melting your thoughts a little softer. After all, it's hard to think clearly when you're afraid, isn't it?" Keda nods again, eyes locked on mine. That's better.

I put my webbed paw on top of his head, right between his ears, and dig my claws in just enough for him to feel it. "Warmer and warmer now. I see your body tensing up, getting you ready to run. Predators notice these things.

"But eventually your body will accept that there's no way to escape. You're already caught. You have a bigger, stronger predator in front of you and the only hope you have is to placate him. It's instinct. You keep warming up whether you want to or not, and as more and more of the ice trickles away, the strength in your muscles melts away with it."

I can't believe how dramatic the effect on Keda is. His previously erect ears are drooping, and his eyes are hazy even as they remain wide. Val's idea was good - thoughts as water makes sense to me, and tying it to muscle tension is a good addition on my part. I'm sure Keda's still sore from the chemrave, and my own muscles are still tight from the racquetball game earlier. I take a moment to roll my shoulders, automatically picturing it like breaking up like a chunk of ice.

Val cuts in, his voice lowered to that familiar hypnotic register. "Keda tends to get distracted, so it helps to suggest that distractions only take him deeper. Everything he thinks, sees, or hears only serves to bring him back to the comfortable, familiar feeling of trance. Make sense?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Something like: 'When your attention returns, you'll be even deeper than before.' Right?"

"Yeah," I say again, then turn back to Keda. This is getting easier. I didn't realize how nervous I was about it before, but I feel relaxed and focused now. "It's okay if your eyes wander. So long as I'm here, you can't risk looking away for long..." I dig my claws in just a bit deeper, and he shivers. "But it's bound to happen. Right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Say you look through the glass door at the pool. You naturally want to look at the moving light, right?"

His gaze shifts in that direction. "Right."

"But now you're thinking about water again, and realizing how many more of your thoughts are melting and dripping away." His eyes linger on the glass door until I say, "Eyes up here." It's satisfying to see how quickly he snaps back to me.

I look around for other potential sources of distraction before landing on Val. "Now say you look over at him." Keda gazes at his regular dom, but this time I don't mind. I told him to do it, and in doing so have reduced Val to a prop. "You like looking at that tight, shiny latex, right?"

"It's really nice."

"Yeah, it is." I almost wish I could abandon the hypnosis idea and grind against Val's bulge for awhile. I've only touched latex a few times before, but I've always enjoyed the feeling of my pads sliding over it and the trailing impressions left by my digits sinking in.

Val speaks up again and I realize I've been staring. "Maybe you could add something about the way the light reflects there, just like the water," he suggests. His voice is even calmer and quieter now, but I bet some part of him is seething at how well I'm doing. I can't wait to gloat later. "Does that sound good?"

I nod. "Yeah, sounds good." I tell Keda, "When you look at that latex, notice the way it reflects the light as he moves. That light..." I lose my train of thought for a moment before continuing, "That light also flows like water. And its warm color makes you think about the warmth flowing into you. You melt even more, relax even more, and you let everything go. By now, there's so little solid left that you couldn't think straight or even move if you wanted to."

I'm unsure where to go next, and Val jumps in again. "Isn't that right?" he asks Keda.

The stag nods. "Yeah."

I nod too, albeit sluggishly. I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would, but it's more tiring than I expected. My usual style of domming is tiring too, but only physically. A lot less talking. A lot less thinking, Val might say to make fun of me.

At that thought, I decide to source more ideas from Val. "Next is the deepener, right?"

"Exactly. You're doing really well." It's nice to hear this praise from my rival, whom I thought would be getting in my way or even sabotaging me by this point. "To continue the water metaphor, maybe you could suggest something like: 'The water starts to evaporate. More and more of it disappearing and taking the rest of your thoughts with it.' How does that sound?"

"That's good." I consider this image and try to think of how to describe it. Thoughts as water, which then turns into vapor. Thoughts disappearing altogether, along with any remaining solidity in the body. It's surprisingly difficult to picture. Every time I think I have it, it slips away. I shake my head, trying to regain my focus.

"Want me to take him the rest of the way?" Val offers.

A break would be nice. Besides, judging by the blank look on Keda's face, I've already proven myself capable. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Val grins. He must really be enjoying this because he has that gleam of mischief in his eyes again. He pads over to stand beside me, light swimming over latex with each step.

When he starts speaking, his muzzle is pointed at Keda, but he's close enough to me that his breathy voice tickles my ears and makes them flick. "It's so hard to think with so many thoughts spilled on the floor. And it's impossible to put them back together now, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Keda agrees sleepily. I agree too - the idea of putting melted ice back into its original shape is ridiculous.

"If you look closely, you might see small curls of steam spiraling into the air, fading away, and taking all your thoughts with them. You'll need something to replace them, won't you?"

"Mhm," Keda says.

"Fortunately, you have a big predator's voice telling you what to think. It's so much easier to let the otter do your thinking for you, letting his words replace your thoughts."

"That's right," I agree. I try to bare my teeth, but can't quite summon the energy.

Keda frowns for a moment as if confused, but his vacant expression returns as Val continues speaking. "And now there are only a few drops of water left - few enough that you can count them as they vanish one at a time, starting from three."

I know this part. At the end of this countdown, Keda will be totally entranced and helpless. I'm buzzing with anticipation. It's like we're back on the court and Val's about to serve the ball.

"Three. Remembering how clear-headed you were when we started, how deep you've sunk now, and imagining how much further you could still go."

Just like Keda, I've come a long way, too. I'm surprised to realize just how nervous I was when we started - it all feels so natural now.

"Two. Eyes so heavy from looking up at the predator, so comfortable in your surrender that you could just let them fall closed."

At this point, I'm practically falling asleep. It's been fun, but I'm ready to get to the next part, with Keda rendered so helpless and pliable.

"One. So ready to drop deep for me. Mind so primed for it and waiting for permission. Begging for permission to let everything go."

Here it comes. Soon, I'll be able to take whatever I want from the cute little stag. There are so many possibilities, though right now I have trouble thinking of any. I might have to ask Val what to do for that part as well.

Val raises his paw, thumb and pointer digit together. "Drop," he says, and snaps definitively.

I fall face-down in the bed, muzzle buried in the comforter and my weight sinking into the soft, comfortable mattress. My eyes gently close as my body relaxes completely. This is unexpected, but for some reason it feels right to just sink.

"You did so well, Austen," Val says. "Keda is completely hypnotized. Isn't that right, little deer?"

"Mhm," he says, and lets out a contended sigh next to my ear.

I want to say something about how I'm ready to retake control over the deer, but it's hard to connect my thoughts to words, or words to my muzzle. Every time I try, I get lost in the plush warmth of the bed.

"Seems like that took a lot out of you," Val says. "Didn't it?"

"Mhm," is all I can say.

"Hypnosis can be like that. It's a lot of effort to think on your footpaws and keep the rhythm going. Not to mention that all that talk about relaxing and sinking can be contagious. Still, you should try to get up. After all, Keda is so eager and ready for you."

I hear a breathy whine of lust from beside me. With effort, I lift my head and see the deer stroking his hard length with one hand and, with the other, reaching his fingers under his short tail to work himself open. Val must have given him some lube at some point, because his fingers look wet and go in easily. I can't help imagining my cock sliding in the same way.

"I can tell you really need it too," Val says. "Go on and try as hard as you can to get up."

I realize that I'm rock hard, and have been for awhile. I was too focused on hypnotizing Keda to notice it earlier, but now I'm consumed by that needy, sensitive heat between my legs. As much as I want to finally fuck Keda, I have no strength to do anything except grind uselessly against the bed.

"Looks like the big predator needs some help to get that where it belongs," Val says. His tone is mocking, but he's right.

"Yes," I manage to sound out.

"Thinking must be really hard for you right now with all the blood from your brain going to your cock. So why don't you just leave the thinking to me?"

Even through the haze, I recognize the hypnotic language. Somehow he's tricked me into getting tranced. I should be angry. I want to protest, or maybe even safeword so that I can collect myself and evaluate the situation.

But I'm surprised to find it feels too good to stop. I hadn't expected trance to feel like this, so floaty and frictionless - that I would ever enjoy having nothing to do or worry about. Mayber later I'll be embarrassed about this, but at least I'll still get to have my way with Keda. It seems like a good trade to me.

"Well?" Val asks.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

I tell myself it's just two syllables that don't mean anything. I tell myself I'm unable to resist anyway. "Yes, Sir."

He laughs. "You were so much easier to drop than I thought you would be. All I had to do was dangle a cute deer in front of you like a pendulum and you didn't even notice my words pressing into your mind, melting away your thoughts."

I should growl at this, but I don't have the strength to even try.

"As for you, Keda," he says, turning to the deer. "Tonight wasn't what you expected, but I bet you're enjoying being my tool, aren't you?"

Keda, even deeper in trance than I am, makes two inarticulate moans that probably sounded like, "Yes, Sir" in his head.

"And you'll still enjoy being Austen's chewtoy, won't you?"

Keda whines an affirmation.

Val snaps his digits again. The sound makes my mind go blank for a moment, and then I hear him tell Keda, "Get on all fours and present yourself."

"Yes, Sir," he answers, more clearly this time. He gets on his knees and buries his snout in a pillow, raising his white tail in the air. If only I could move, it would be so easy to stand up and mount him.

Val turns his attention back to me. My eyes run slowly from the the shining latex up to the otter's gold eyes, which sparkle just as much in the low light. "I bet by now you really need to stuff that tight deer. Isn't that right?"

I nod my head.

"Fortunately, you can do that without needing to think. You do always seem to move without thinking on the court. So go on and get in position."

With no input from my brain, my heavy body moves automatically and I find myself standing behind Keda.

"You're doing so well," Val says to me. "So well for someone whose thoughts have all evaporated."

"Huh?" I ask. I can't remember anymore what he's talking about, not with Keda so ready in front of me.

"Don't worry. Let your body do what comes naturally, just like a dumb predator in the wild, helpless to obey its instincts. In this case, the instinct to breed."

Val snaps his digits again, and the word breed blazes in my mind like a brand. Before I know it, I'm on top of the helpless deer, pushing the tip of my cock against his entrance as he whines uselessly beneath me. He's applied so much lube that, as soon I pop inside, half my length slides in with the first thrust.

A wild predator wouldn't wait. I rut quickly, sawing in and out of him, and his whines grow louder. When the sound stops amusing me, I lean over him and drag my sharp teeth down his neck. With a shudder, he gets the message and stops his protests.

"Good boys," Val says. "Good hypnotized boys."

The words echo in my mind from somewhere far away. Right now, all that matters is taking what I want. I hook my webbed paws around Keda's hips, digging the tips of the claws in just enough to imply the threat as I thrust into him as deep as I can.

He lets out a high-pitched squeal, then clamps his paws over his muzzle to maintain his quiet. I can tell he's cumming when I feel the fluttering contractions pulse around my cock and hear his ropes of seed splatter the bed.

"That's a good boy, Keda," Val says, then turns to me. "I bet you want to cum too, don't you, big predator?"

I growl some version of affirmation.

"But I'm doing the thinking for you. After all, your thoughts have all turned to vapor, remember? They're probably circulating somewhere deep in the oxygen generators by now. So you don't get to cum unless I think you should."

I snarl in protest and thrust harder, stealing as much pleasure as I can from the hot, tight squeeze of the deer around my cock. My balls tighten, right on the verge of releasing their pent-up load, but something stops me every time I get close.

Val muses, "Maybe I should make you stop, or ruin...or maybe even trade places with the deer."

I shake my head and redouble my efforts to reach climax. My pounding is so intense that Keda can no longer stifle his moans, and he starts stroking his cock like he wants to cum a second time.

"You want to keep being the big predator? You want to breed?" Val asks.

I nod urgently.

"Then you just have to do one thing for me."

He explains what he wants, and my beast brain accepts the deal immediately. As soon as he gives me permission to cum, I jam myself inside Keda and unload, claiming my prey's body for all the feral pleasure I can wring out of it.

"Good boys."

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When it's my turn to serve, I make a calculated wall bounce that sends Val flailing uselessly. He was already down by two, and looks like he's getting frustrated now.

Then he grins. "Wow, a serve with some actual technique. You must have been practicing."

"Yeah, yeah. Meanwhile, you're still huffing and puffing after every volley."

He shrugs. "Land cardio isn't my strong suit. By the way, what's the score?"

"I'm up by three."

"Huh. Are you sure you aren't down by three?" He raises his paw with thumb and pointer digit together.

My ears and tail fall at the threat. "Come on, Val. Quit it with that."

"If you wanted me to stop, you would change your piercing color."

I sigh. He's right - I like the challenge the new trigger lends to our rivalry and, though I'll never admit it, I'm learning that losing can feel good sometimes. Anyway, I'll get Val back eventually. Keda is dragging us to a chemrave soon - maybe while we're there I'll trick Val into staring at some psycholuminescent stage lights.

"By the way-" Val starts.

"No more stalling," I say. "You've had enough time to catch your breath, so let me serve."

He holds up his paw again and I relent. "By the way," he repeats, "Keda is coming over again tonight. Want to give hypnotizing him another go?"

I frown. "Would I actually hypnotize him this time, or is this another trick?"

He shrugs. "That depends on you, doesn't it?"

Bounce. Bounce. Spin. I only register that the ball has teleported from my paw to his after he's already served, and by then it's sailing past me.

He ends the game one point ahead thanks to that hypnosis magic trick, and as we leave the court, I think, this otter is the worst. But aloud I say, "Same time next week?"