Surprise Delivery [Preview, Subscribestar Exclusive]
Ember gets a hangover cure.
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Knock Knock Knock.
Ember’s face remained planted in her pillow as her paw fumbled for the sports bottle of water at her bedside table. The emerald-scaled dragon’s head was pounding, and as she groaned, she caught the vinegar backwash of stale alcohol on her breath.
She turned to the side just enough to get the bottle to her lips and take an awkward swig - taking in as little of the morning light as possible. She squeezed every drop of water from the bottle before letting it fall to the floor, then covered her head with her pillow.
Knock Knock Knock.
Again?
Ember swore under her breath and willed her bed to turn into quicksand, just swallow her up… at least until whoever the knocker was went away.
They’d have to, eventually.
Knock Knock Knock.
The knocker had a very precise rhythm, like some kind of robot.
Three knocks. Then a pause for about ten seconds. Then three more knocks. And so on and so forth. Why?
That was fucking torture for Ember’s brain. She was anticipating the next knock. Her mind was fixating on it. It would be so difficult to get back to sleep once the knocking stopped…
Knock Knock Knock.
She groaned into the pillow and grabbed the corners, pressing it against her ears. Her partner must have been out, otherwise they’d have answered the door by now. Were they expecting a package this morning?
Knock Knock Knock.
There was absolutely no way they were going away. Fuck’s sake.
Ember sat up, spitting a strand of her long, cowlicked electric blue hair away from her face and wiping the loose strand behind her ear. She clambered out of bed and began a slow shamble out of the bedroom and down the hall. She was dressed only in a black t shirt and mauve hipster trunks that had very conspicuous holes around the crotch; not at all prepared for polite company.
She was too hung over and sleep deprived to notice. She just wanted to answer the door, tell whoever it was she wasn’t buying anything, and then get back to sleep.
Knock Knock Knock.
“Alright, fuck’s sake,” she said under her breath, opening the door a crack to see who was there.
Standing in front of the door was a tall, broad, toned stag; definitely a gym rat of some sort. He was staring straight at the door, his arm still raised up and ready to knock again. It dropped to his side, dangling slightly from the momentum.
He was wearing a very dishevelled, inside-out t-shirt with conspicuous stains spattered on the chest and stomach, and jeans that were still unbuttoned at the fly.
He also reeked of sex.
Ember detected some familiar notes, the musk of bodies she’d been closely intimate with in the past, but was having trouble putting them together in her sleep-deprived haze.
“Special Delivery,” he mumbled like he was delivering a half-remembered line.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asked, rubbing her head and grimacing. She was trying to piece together why he looked - and smelled - vaguely familiar.
Last night’s events got a little bit blurry after 2 am; after finishing up at Operant she’d gone to another club for catch ups and pints with another DJ friend as they finished their set and, well… then she woke up to the sound of knocking. The last night was a yawning void.
She was pretty sure she wasn’t blackout drunk at Operant, but her head was still full of cobwebs. What had happened there? Hadn’t she been asked to play one of her ‘special sets’ for some reason…
“Special Delivery,” the stag repeated, “uh… courtesy of Mr. Skinner.”
…oh…
Ember’s headache didn’t quite evaporate, but it receded to the back of her mind as she remembered her brief chats with Skinner the previous night.
“Tell you what. As soon as we’re done with him, we’ll deliver you to him.”
That’s right. There’d been some asshole customers, on top of a sudden arrival of a health inspector, and Skinner had brainwashed the former to celebrate routing the latter.
Skinner always was true to his word.
Ember’s brow relaxed and a sultry smile crept along her face.
The dragon slid the door open at last, her free paw sliding down to grope at the bulge in her pants. It was already at half mast, throbbing with excitement.
“C’mon in, then,” she said. “I think you’re exactly the cure I need.”
The stag lingered at the door. He was blinking. His faraway look lost the gleam of orange, as the last vestiges of the spell he was under ebbed and faded away, his conditioned commands completed.
“Wh…what…” his blinks got slower, and his poised posture slackened. “Where am I…”
“Ah ah ah.” Ember snapped her fingers, and his head tilted down towards her. “No questions. Just look into my eyes.”
Not every dragon had the natural gift of hypnosis, partly since it was no longer necessary in the modern era. As they grew smaller and less megalomaniacal over the centuries, and assimilated into ‘normal society’, those powers of domination atrophied.
Some still could tap into that vestigial hypnotic gaze, though. Of that portion, only a few really bothered to hone their talents; the days of dominating small weak mammals were mostly behind them.
Ember was one of those rarities.
“Look into my eyes, and those questions won’t matter anymore.”
The stag was not small compared to Ember. But he was certainly weaker.
Yes. He was very weak to the sea-ripples that flowed through Ember’s eyes, her irises and pupils nowhere to be seen, just two endless tunnels of sea-blue and sea-green. The whirlpool portals pulled the stag’s gaze into them in an instant. If he weren’t still trance drunk from a night of… whatever he’d gotten up to after hours, he might have been able to try and resist.
Operative word : try.
He wouldn’t have lasted long. Not with Ember. She didn’t just have the innate hypnotic skill. She used it, honed it, and knew how to modulate the gleam and the pulses to massage weak brains like putty.
Ember focused on the stag’s dopey expression. She loved that first transition of expressions.
A slack jaw, widening eyes, pupils dilating, shrinking, dilating, changing from black to blue, then blue to green, then green to blue, then slowly pulsing outwards in colourful supernovas.
She knew exactly what was going on in that head. A red panda friend of hers who was rather lucid and vocal while under hypnosis was able to tell her in forensic detail. She could picture the stag’s inner monologue, augmented by the memory of the panda’s voice.
What’s going on with her eyes?
They’re very pretty…
How are they lighting up?
They’re very pretty…
I feel…
Like I’m sinking into a bath of warm water, but the water’s just inside my head…
They’re very pretty…
Pouring her small pool of hypnotic magic into her eyes was… a little more of a struggle to do when she was hung-over, but the prize she’d set her eyes on gave her enough focus to keep that throbbing at bay. It was better to focus on the throb between her legs, knowing that needy throb would be answered and satisfied very soon.
“You like how my eyes make you feel,” Ember said; not a question, a statement of fact. “Feel your thoughts and will sinking deeper into my eyes. There’s no place you’d rather be. Drown in them..”
It’s lapping at my mind as it fills up, like it’s giving me a massage…
There’s pressure, but it’s a really nice pressure…
Mmmngh, my brain’s getting s…sssqueeezed…
“There’sss a good boy,” Ember hissed. “Feel that warm sssqueeze. That tightness. Your thoughts restrained, your will restrained. Come here.”
She beckoned with her long tail, and he slowly stepped through the door.
His antlers knocked against the frame, but his eyes remained locked on to Ember’s, now swirling in perfect concert with hers.
She continued to picture the bro’s internal thoughts - he probably wasn’t as smart as her other, more vocal friend, but the journey would be about the same.
_Ah… _
_I feel… _
There’s this…
I don’t know…
Warmth in my spine…
My knees…
Feel like they should be lowering…
I should kneel…
I should submit…
To you…
To dragons…