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The lights in the small theater slowly fade in again as the lines of credit start to roll on the massive screen at the far end, accompanied by an orchestral rendition of the main theme of the movie just shown. Oboes and a string quartet follow a slow, pensive melody as a loud applause starts filling the room, drowning out the music. Olive can’t help but slightly blush, feeling the warmth of a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude flush through his cheeks as he rises from his seat on the front row of the theater, alongside his fellow actors. As the jackal makes his way to a heightened wooden platform in front of the screen, closely followed by his castmates and the director, the applause only intensifies in volume. Despite getting closer to the speaker boxes, the gentle notes of the credits music still lose out to the crowd’s enthusiasm. Olive takes a second to scan the crowd, barely visible in the dim theater light, but their faces or features don’t really matter right now. All that matters right now is the number in which they showed up. The jackal finds himself smiling, his dark gray tail swishing behind him in excitement. He feels the furred tip of his tail brush over the red carpeted floor, grounding him for a second, after which he takes a deep breath to try and settle his quickly beating heart. He’ll never tire of this. As the applause finally begins to die out, a microphone on a stand is dragged onto the stage and placed in front of the director. He gestures at the crowd to settle down and waits for silence to fall, allowing the strings to return—now with more passion than before—as he scrapes his throat and taps on the microphone twice to make sure that it works. ‘Thank you, thank you all. It is truly delightful to see all of you here tonight. The cast of [i]Somnium[/i] is very grateful for your response to the movie. I am sure you all have plenty of questions, so we will get to that in a second. But first, I would like one more round of thunderous applause for our main actor: Olive!’ As the lights in the theater are turned up completely, the director opens his arm to the right, pointing directly at the jackal who sheepishly laughs and takes a deep bow for the crowd. Immediately the crowd responds with another standing ovation, clearly impressed with Olive’s performance. The jackal quietly thanks the crowd, his words inaudible to anyone but himself, as his eyes dart through the crowd again. Every seat, barring the front row which was reserved for him and his colleagues, appears to be filled. Even the VIP-seating at the balcony has been taken, and Olive’s gaze lingers on them for a second with a thankful smile. He doesn’t know for certain if they are currently looking back at him, but he does know that the VIP area is mostly reserved by big names in the movie industry. Especially for indie premieres like [i]Somnium[/i]. So with that itching in the back of his mind, the jackal can’t help but feel his heartbeat rise when he notices that in the VIP seating, a neatly dressed arctic fox is looking directly at him with what looks like a warm smile. Of course, Olive’s perspective could be slightly skewed by a mix of hope and distortion by the theater lights, but getting scouted by a big director now would be a huge step for his career. The stunningly white arctic fox looks away from Olive, points at him for a second, and whispers something to a sapphire-scaled dragon in a three-piece suit with sunglasses, before getting up from his chair and leaving the balcony seating. ‘Hello? Olive?’ ‘Wh-, sorry, what was that?’ the jackal says as he is shook back to reality. He looks to his right and sees the director awkwardly laughing at the crowd, holding the microphone which had previously been on the stand now in his handpaw. The wolf turns away from Olive and says ‘Well, folks, the fame might already be getting to his head!’, much to the amusement of the crowd. ‘Someone in the crowd asked how you feel about the ending of your character.’ Olive blushes, before awkwardly taking the mic from the wolf’s handpaws and turning to face the crowd. ‘Good evening, everyone. My apologies, I was still lost in thought, of course! How could you not, with such a… thought-provoking ending’, the jackal says, still occasionally throwing a look at the VIP seating. By now, the dragon, too, has left the balcony. ‘I, uh, had long discussions with the director about my character’s arc. In the original ending, he ended up being saved from the mind control by Alice’s character’, he says pointing at a ferret standing next to him. She’s dressed in a long, sparkling crimson dress and winks at the jackal. ‘Though I felt it would be more fitting for the ending to be ambiguous. Did he escape the antagonist’s control? Is he still under the effect of his brainwashing? Who knows.’ Olive hands the microphone back to the director, as someone in the crowd—assumedly the same person as who had asked the question before though it’s not like Olive would know—yells ‘You guys are clearly sequel-baiting!’ The jackal opens his maw to respond, but Alice grasps the microphone from the director’s handpaws and responds with a cheeky smile. ‘Here, I’ll give you a more satisfying answer.’ Without warning, she taps a single clawed finger on the jackal’s forehead, loudly saying ‘Sleep’, just like how the villain in the movie enacted his control over the character that Olive portrayed. The jackal blinks hard at the sudden contact, a blush once again taking over his snout. He feels a shiver running down his spine as he stammers a soft ‘uh, I, don’t...,’ Alice returns her gaze to the public again. ‘See? Wide awake. Seems like he’s just fine to me!’ She stealthily wraps her tail around that of the jackal, giving it a sudden tug, clearly mouthing the words ‘Pay attention, dork’ as she hands the microphone back to the director, who is already talking to the crowd again. Olive, however, is completely stunned. With his maw hanging slightly open he looks at the ferret, uncertain why he’s feeling so caught of guard. His heartbeat is still racing, his breathing unsteady and shallow. Is he still this worked up about the arctic fox? The buzz of the crowd fades into the distance as his gaze returns to the empty seating on the balcony again, but his mind refuses to stay put, constantly drifting between the ferret tapping his forehead, the way the arctic fox smiled at him, flashes of when the movie was being recorded and the scenes he had to film “under the villain’s control” and the applause of the crowd. Something has Olive worked up. Maybe it’s everything that has him so worked up. But his usual technique of calming down isn’t working. Olive gasps as the director suddenly wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts for the second time. ‘Anything to say to the people who came out to see you tonight as we bring this Q&A to a close?’ The jackal looks into the crowd, swallows once, and forces a smile as he leans into the microphone. ‘Thank you all for coming out to support us tonight, we hope to see you again!’ he says, before walking off the stage—his legs unusually wobbly—and making his way to the lounge backstage. [center]~ ~ ~ ~[/center] ‘What’s gotten into you, my guy?’ Olive looks up from his phone to look at who just asked him the question. His eyes meet that of Alice, whose facial expression is a mix of confusion and amusement. ‘You looked like you were still method acting the “Ambiguous Ending” on the stage’, she says with a mocking tone. ‘I don’t really know’, Olive responds sincerely, ‘I guess I was distracted?’ ‘Very professional’, Alice says rolling her eyes, smiling. ‘Distracted by what, that hunky lab dude sitting on the second row?’ ‘Har, har, very funny. Your taste in “hunky dudes” is vastly different from my taste, Al.’ the jackal responds looking at the ferret with a raised eyebrow. Alice chuckles. ‘I’d say it went pretty well, all things considered.’ The jackal nods, a smile creeping on his snout. ‘Honestly, I didn’t expect the show to fully sell out’, he says. The ferret shrugs. ‘Guess we’re just that good.’ A silence falls as the two actors drink in the success of their show. It doesn’t last long, though, as Alice starts to theorize out loud. ‘I wonder what the deal was with those VIPs’, she says. ‘The fox?’ ‘You saw them too?’ Olive nods. ‘Yeah, it seems like they left quite early though. Don’t know what that was about.’ The ferret chuckles in response. ‘Maybe they thought your performance was hella ass, my guy.’ Olive turns around to face her, faking an offended expression. ‘Et tu, Brute?’ ‘Maybe it was some big movie industry dude coming to scope out the young blood, separating the wheat from the chaff and whatnot,’ Alice says with another shrug. ‘Perchance.’ ‘You can’t just say perchance.’ ‘I just did. Regardless, I didn’t recognize them’, Olive says. ‘Eh. Whatever. Have you seen Jake around?’ the ferret asks. ‘I haven’t seen him since getting off the stage, actually. Want me to go look for him?’ ‘Sure, I wanted to go have a drink with him.’ Olive nods. ‘I’ll go have a look, maybe he’s still in the theater, or in the lobby.’ The jackal gets up from the seat in the backstage lounge and walks back into the theater. By now, it’s completely abandoned, except for a few employees cleaning popcorn from the seats. Olive walks past them, giving them a smile and a nod, before continuing down the aisle until he reaches the large red wooden double doors, leading to the lobby. He pushes through the doors, expecting the crowd to still be there enjoying an afterparty, but instead he finds just the director sitting on a bar stool, phone in his handpaw. As he hears Olive exit the theater, he turns around and smiles. ‘Ah, Olive! I was just texting you. I’ve got something exciting for you.’ The jackal raises an eyebrow, an excitement stirring in his stomach again. The same knot in his stomach twists as he feels his heartbeat rising. ‘What is it?’ The wolf smiles, taking out a small beige paper from his coat pocket. ‘This!” Olive walks closer to the director, taking the note out of his handpaw, inspecting it more closely. It looks like a business card, slightly fancier than the ones he’s used to. The text is written in a golden ink, with a font that looks like it’s handwritten. There’s a name on it, but more importantly, written in black sharpie it says “[i]Tonight, 8pm, outside the theater. Be there.[/i]” ‘One of the VIP clients came up to me after the show and told me to hand this to you. I heard there were some big names in the crowd today, so it’s definitely worth taking a look!’ Jack says, patting Olive on the back. ‘Do you know who this might be?’ Olive asks, flashing the name on the business card to the wolf. ‘Can’t say that I’ve heard of him before. But he was surrounded by two bodyguards, which isn’t something that your run of the mill eccentric movie director has. He might work under an alias, you never know’, the director says with a smile. ‘This could be your big break, man.’ Olive stares at the business card. It’s already getting close to 8pm, so it’s not like he’d be hugely inconvenienced by staying at the theater a bit longer. ‘You deserve it.’ The jackal looks up at the wolf, with a genuine smile. ‘Thank you. I’ll take them up on the offer, I think.’ ‘Don’t forget me when you get famous.’ Olive chuckles. ‘As if.’ He puts the business card in his wallet. ‘Ah, also, Alice was looking for you. She wanted to go out for a drink, I believe?’ ‘Oh dear. I shouldn’t let her wait, I think.’ ‘I really wouldn’t.’ [center][/center] [center]~ ~ ~ ~[/center] Olive finds himself standing outside the theater door for a while, leaning against a single lamppost to remain visible in the dark. It also makes it easier to read the little business card he was given over and over again. The name on it, Yannick DeWitt, didn’t ring a bell. He’s done his homework on big names in the industry, which directors to ignore (if possible), which studios to audition at. But Yannick wasn’t familiar to him on any of the lists he studied. Finally, his wristwatch ticks over to 8pm. The time that had been scribbled on the card. As if it had just spawned in around the corner, headlights illuminate the buildings in front of him, before turning to the right and slowly approaching the jackal. He can immediately make out the near ridiculous length of the matte black car, tinted windows obscuring anyone that might be inside. It pulls up directly in front of Olive, and from the passenger seat in front, the dragon Olive had seen before at the balcony gets out of the car. Olive had only been in a single limousine before. He and a couple of his classmates at the time had rented one for their graduation showing. Olive and two of his friends had managed to convince a local theater to show the movie, another group of classmates arranged a crowd—mostly just friends and family—and a red carpet, for all the actors in the graduation film to walk down after the limousine had arrived. But this stretch limousine wasn’t rented, which became immediately obvious once it had pulled up, because the doors leading to the cabin lounge are detailed with a massive silver “Y”. The jackal can’t help but be thrown off by the somewhat gaudy display of wealth. That said, however flamboyant this Yannick guy might be, he’s clearly interested in Olive’s performance. And if he’s this willing to spend on gaudy nonsense… The dragon walks up to Olive, towering over him in the lantern light. ‘Olive Rusbrook?’ His voice is smooth, deep, and surprisingly disarming for someone of his size. Olive looks up at him, still feeling mildly intimidated by the sapphire dragon. He sees his reflection in the sunglasses the dragon is wearing, noticing just how small he must seem to this dragon. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’ Without saying another word, the dragon walks to the back of the limo and opens the back door, leading into the cabin, and gestures at Olive to get inside. The jackal looks at the dragon for a second, expecting him to say something, but the dragon remains silent. Olive shrugs it off, and walks over to the opened door, before climbing inside of the vehicle. The dragon closes the door, and as he does, the inside of the cabin is automatically illuminated with soft purple LEDs embedded within the floor, shining out from underneath the black carpet underneath Olive’s footpaws. It’s the only visible source of light in the cabin right now, because the windows are fully blacked out from the outside. He can look outside if he squints, but he knows that won't be the other way round. The jackal looks around him as he makes himself comfortable in the seats in the cabin next to him. Unlike the previous limo that he had been in, this one looks to be much more luxurious and modern. The seats are all a fancy red faux leather, golden wire threaded through the back and seat keeping the leather tethered to the surprisingly soft seat. He immediately notices that there’s a lack of seatbelts, and shuffles over to the far end of the seat, closest to where the driver and the passenger would be. ‘Excuse me, is there a seat belt I should secure myself with?’ There’s a moment of silence as Olive can barely make out the sound of whispers between the dragon and the driver, but he can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Then, the same smooth voice of the dragon returns to him over an intercom located opposite him. ‘That won’t be necessary.’ Olive raises an eyebrow, slightly thrown off by the response. He can’t quite remember if the rented limousine had seatbelts, though there’s a very high chance he and his classmates were to buzzed off of cheap Champaigne at the time to even bother putting them on. His eyes travel through the rest of the cabin now, taking in just how modern the inside of the limousine is. There’s a massive flat screen television opposite him, what appears to be a mini-fridge, and a big speaker box. The jackal stares at the mini fridge for a second, reminiscing on the cheap Champaign. If a shitty rented limo already had Champaign, albeit cheap, this luxurious one might have some of the [i]good stuff.[/i] Eventually, the jackal thinks better of it. If he’s to meet this Yannick guy in person, it wouldn’t really be a good first—second, really—impression to show up piss drunk. As the limousine starts moving, the flat screen in front of him buzzes to life. The faint dark gray glow of the TV complements the purple light in the cabin, a massive brand logo of the screen in the center as it turns on, followed by the words [i]in-ride entertainment.[/i] Olive stares at the screen for a second, tilting his head slightly to the left. How long is this ride going to be if it offers entertainment similarly to one might expect in a cross-continental flight? Soon, the brand logo is replaced with plain white text, simply reading [i]calibrating… please wait.[/i] Within seconds, the white text is replaced with a thin white dot in the center. It remains static in the middle for a short while, before turning into an arrow pointing upwards, as it shoots up to the upper half of the screen in the middle. It turns back into a dot as it returns to the center, before turning into an arrow pointing to the left, to the right, and back in the center. Olive follows the curious dot with his gaze, uncertain why the screen would need to be calibrated. He leans backwards against the sofa, throwing one leg over the other and putting his arms behind his head as he waits for the calibration to finish. Arrow pointing up, dot in the center, arrow pointing left, dot in the center. Arrow pointing left, arrow pointing down, arrow pointing left, dot in the center. Arrow pointing right, dot in the center. The jackal can’t help but tilt his head to the left in confusion again. The calibration is taking far longer than he’d expect it to, and out of boredom—it’s not like he can see much outside of the car anyway, might as well use the television supplied—he tries to find the pattern of the calibration arrow. Up, down, left, right? No, it’s Up, down, left, down, center, right. Olive remains so focused on chasing the white dot with his eyes, trying to figure out the pattern of the calibration, that he barely notices the deep hum starting to pulse from the speakers as the dot mercilessly continues its confusing movements. The rumble accentuates the low buzz of the engine resonating through the cabin, and seems to be almost synced in pulses as the dot moves. Arrow right, dot in the center, arrow right, dot in the center, arrow left, arrow up, dot in the center. Up, center, down, up, left, center, up, right, center. As Olive continues to stare, desperately trying to figure out what the logic behind the chaotic movement of the arrow is, he notices a soreness settling into his eyes. Like the muscles behind his eyes are starting to grow tired. The jackal feels his eyelids flutter once, as the same tiredness in his eyes seems to weigh his body down. Still he remains determined to follow the dot as it moves up, right, center, right, center, left, up, center, up, down, center. The dot moves, the low frequencies hum and pulse, and right as his focus reaches a peak, the dot moves up, right, back to the center and- ‘[b][i]SINK[/i][/b].’ A white circle of light emanates from the screen, growing from behind the center dot before spreading out to the very edges of the screen, accompanied by the word in the center and a loud bell chime from the speakers. Immediately, Olive feels a shift in his body, almost like a switch had been flicked. His body shifts backwards slightly, slumping into the comfortable sofa. A profound heaviness has somehow been cast upon him, keeping him magnetized to the chair, as if he were paralyzed. The jackal feels his maw falling open slightly, his eyelids blinking slowly and heavily, but something in the back of his mind is itching. He has to keep his eyes on the monitor, something about seeing that pulse sent a shiver down his spine, and he can’t help but feel like he needs more. The jackal hardly notices the slowness and deepness in his breathing; his focus has been completely consumed by the monitor, almost absentmindedly echoing the word sink as the pulse of white light vanishes from the edges, quickly making room for another pulse, then another. ‘[b][i]STARE.[/i][/b]’ As Olive stares, his attention recentered by the chime and the white pulses filled by the gaps of black inbetween, he feels himself slightly leaning forward towards the screen. Each pulse seems to be timed with the intensity and frequency of the pulses of sound from the speakers, getting louder and rising in tone with every pulse, before descending again, both in volume and a semi-octave. As the pulses in sound and light relentlessly continue, Olive feels his thoughts slow down. His prior fascination with the monitor has ground to a halt, now replaced with docility. The monitor told him to stare, so he did. The monitor told him to sink, and he sank down into his seat. Olive’s slow, deep breathing only helps him settle into a deep sense of calm relaxation. As he stares, as he sinks, the outside world has faded. The jackal barely registers the fact that he’s in a limousine anymore, or that he’s currently being taken to an unknown destination. All that matters right now is the monitor, whose slow pulses of concentric white and black have fully enthralled the jackal now. All that matters is the monitor’s words, which carry an undeniable truth. All that Olive has to do right now is- ‘[b][i]OBEY.[/i][/b]’ Obey. It just makes sense. Again, the jackal quietly mouths the word to himself. At first, questioning. Is this really what he should do? Should he obey? For a second, a second wind fills Olive’s mind. His thoughts find a way through the heavy veil that has suddenly been lifted. He pulls his heavy body upright again, shuffling over to the far end of the sofa again, leaning against the driver’s seat. His voice is slow to come to him, still weakened by the haziness that is trying to coax him back into the relaxed bliss. Still, though, he finds the strength to talk. ‘Is… is it s-supposed to do that…?’ Another inaudible exchange in the front of the limousine, before the voice of the dragon comes onto the intercom again. ‘Is what supposed to do what?’ ‘The… m-monitor…’ Olive responds, ‘it’s… glowing…’ A shared chuckle sounds from the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat. The dragon’s chuckle is instantly recognizable, just as deep and smooth as his talking voice. The other chuckle is lighter. ‘Maybe you should look again?’ the dragon says. ‘O-okay… Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.’ Olive uses his handpaws to shuffle himself back to the center of the couch and turns back to look at the monitor. Surely, by now, the calibration will be done. He relaxes back into the sofa, looking at the screen. The center dot has returned to its original position, and just as Olive is about to speak up again, the monitor buzzes to life. ‘[b][i]SINK.[/i][/b]’ A chime loudly resonates through the lounge cabin as five concentric circles pulse on the screen, far faster and in closer proximity to one another than before. ‘Uhh-’ ‘[b][i]SUBMIT.[/i][/b]’ Another chime, five more circles. Olive goes slackjawed, unable to complete his sentence, unable to form a thought. ‘[b][i]OBEY.[/i][/b]’ A third chime. The circles pulse, faster than they ever have before. The jackal echoes the command quietly, his voice broken up as his mind is rapidly pulled back down into the blissful stupor he found himself in a mere minute ago, this time seemingly far less forgiving. Far more intent on subduing him completely. ‘Ob…ey…’ ‘[b][i]OBEY.[/i][/b]’ The word, accompanied by the same sound and pulses on the screen, repeats. This time, the circles pulse in their original speed. Almost like the monitor knows that the jackal has no intention to put up a fight anymore, or more accurately, [i]can’t [/i]put up a fight anymore. ‘Obey…’ ‘[b][i]Good boy.[/i][/b]’ Another chime is sent through the speakers, this one an octave lower than the other one. Immediately, Olive feels a wave of satisfaction and pleasant warmth rolling down his body, starting at the crown and flowing all the way down his spine to the very tip of his tail. A faint smile forms on the jackal’s face, barely imperceptible as his maw remains open, his head slightly sunk downwards and to the left, fighting to keep himself upright against the urge to slump forward completely. He simply has to keep staring, though, on the off-chance that he gets another affirmation on the screen. ‘[b][i]Obey.[/i][/b]’ ‘I obey,’ the jackal echoes at the chime, his voice succumbing to a low monotonous drone. The slowness in his voice has faded, but the usual range and cadence has faded for a simpler basicness. Far more efficient, and it gets the point across. The jackal finds himself gently swaying in his seat, his relaxed body feeling warmer and heavier with every second, fighting against his own will to stare into the monitor. The jackal knows that it would feel so good to surrender to the warm limpness that is overcoming him, but the monitor has him fully enraptured. It simply makes sense to obey. ‘[b][i]Keep staring.[/i][/b]’ Another pulse, another chime. He has to keep staring. Olive knows it; it’s obviously true. His body responds in kind, the limpness and warmth almost freezing over. It’s still there, but so very distant now. Irrelevant. He could keep staring in this position all day. It’s not the most comfortable, sure, but the comfort given to him by the monitor, the pulses, the chimes, the words are far greater than that of his own desires. All he needs to do now is obey the monitor and stare at the commands as they appear. ‘[b][i]Sink.[/i][/b]’ Immediately, just like before, the jackal’s body falls deeper into the comfort of the sofa. His body feels like it’s wrapped in thick layers of cotton, held down by the sheer warmth and relaxation that has crept into his body as he continues to stare at the screen. His eyelids are fluttering now, sheer willpower the only thing keeping him from completely collapsing sideways onto the sofa. ‘[b][i]Good boy.[/i][/b]’ Even the chime and the monitor feel distant now. The words are still sinking deeply into his subconsciousness, drilling the obedience into the forefront of his very being. The affirmation sends another wave of pleasure down his spine, just like before. Olive very quietly hums in satisfaction, closer to a moan than he would like to admit. His jaw, still hanging open, is unable to stop the droplet of drool leaking out of his maw as it falls from his tongue onto the carpeted floor of the limousine. ‘[b][i]Sleep.[/i][/b]’ ‘Ah-,’ Olive mutters, unable to finish the sentence—or thought—before his eyelids finally shut completely, his consciousness instantly soothed by the darkness. His thoughts feel distant and hazy, and the chime and pulses of the speakers almost sound like they’re coming from inside of his own body, but so very far away, as if his consciousness has been reduced to a minuscule version of himself that only exists inside of this deeply relaxed headspace. His mind is usually very active, like a bustling warehouse. As the monitor began to subdue him, the lights in the warehouse gradually dimmed until there was only a single candle illuminating his mind. And as his heavy head touches the pillowed seat of the sofa in the lounge cabin of the limousine, the candle, too, is finally snuffed. [center][/center] [center]~ ~ ~ ~[/center] Olive drifts for what feels like an eternity, but his mind is rudely stirred from its state of dreamless sleep with a loud snap of the fingers, accompanied by a voice. ‘Wake!’ ‘Ngh… huh...?’ The jackal slowly opens his heavy eyes, his vision still blurry as he readjusts to both the light and the simple state of awareness. His thoughts still feel slow, heavy, almost like they’re trying to squeeze through a gap all at once, getting caught along the way. The world remains blurry as he blinks a few more times, colours and shapes going from a sideways angle to upright as he moves his head from being slumped on his left shoulder to its normal pose. ‘There you go. Still feeling a little groggy, aren’t you?’ the same voice asks. Finally, Olive is able to convert the abstract shapes into a recognizable something as his vision slowly returns to normal. He finds himself sitting in a simple wooden chair, looking directly at someone in a fancy reclining sofa, a pretty golden bell on one armrest, a steaming cup of liquid in the other. Coffee, judging from the scent. The person sitting in the reclining chair is smiling at Olive; his white fur is sharply contrasted by his bathrobe, colored exactly the luxurious red velvet of his sofa. His sofa complements the scarlet carpet and curtains that decorate the room. It immediately becomes obvious to Olive that they’re in a theater, though the seats look far too luxurious to be of a simple chain cinema. Regardless, there’s no doubt possible. Sitting in front of him is the very same arctic fox that Olive saw in the VIP section before. ‘Y-Yannick…?’ the jackal stutters. The arctic fox chuckles. ‘That would be me, yes.’ Only now does Olive recognize it as the same chuckle as in the limousine before, but the connection vanishes as quickly as it pierced through the heavy fog. ‘Where am I…? Why did you take me here?’ Olive asks if he looks around. His eyes quickly find a large wooden door. Instinctively, the jackal gets up and tries to walk towards the door slowly. ‘Stay.’ The fox’s voice is stern, the command clear, and while Olive doesn’t pay it much attention at first, his body is instantly frozen in place as the fox reaches for the bell and rings it once. The chime resonates through the theater, and Olive immediately feels how he finishes the step he was in the middle of making, his two feetpaws coming together. His back straightens, and his arms go loose beside his body. ‘Yes.’ ‘How cute,’ Yannick says. ‘Turn and face me.’ The chime rings through the theater again. The sound echoes, slightly dampened by the multitude of soft fabrics in the theater, yet something in Olive’s mind clicks every time the sound enters his mind. His eyelids twitch at the sound, a jolt of electricity instantly traveling down his spine as it dings. He can’t quite explain how, but it’s as if the bell manifests a white ring pulsing through the theater, enveloping his body, compelling him to obey. ‘Yes.’ Olive rotates his body a full ninety degrees, with two simple steps, his footpaws again returning to the same pose as before, almost as if he were standing at attention. The only thing keeping him from doing so is the distinct heaviness in his arms, leaving them hanging limply by his side. ‘Tsk, tsk.’ Yannick gets up from his reclining chair, picking up the bell by its wooden handle, and approaches Olive. The jackal’s maw is hanging open again, his breathing shallow with a mix of uncertainty and confusion, though the actual feelings themselves feel subdued somehow. His mind is foggy, almost like he knows he should be more panicked at the situation than he actually is. ‘I like the obedience, Olive. That part has stuck, clearly. Though some more conditioning is clearly needed, because that’s not how you properly address your Master, now, is it?’ The jackal swallows, seeing how the arctic fox comes right up to him. Now that they’re standing face to face, he can’t help but notice that the arctic fox is a head taller than him, despite his at first unassuming presence. With the bell in one handpaw, the arctic fox uses his other free paw to softly grab the jackal’s chin, lifting it up with a sharp tug. ‘You will properly address me as such, won’t you?’ The bell chimes, this time directly next to Olive’s left ear. His eyes roll up into his skull for a split second, and his breath hitches in his throat. The words have already left his maw before he can put the thoughts together to respond. ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Good boy,’ Yannick says with a content smile. His deep amber eyes stare deeply into Olive’s, the smile and the stare almost feeling genuine. But something about the fox’s presence, especially up close, holding his chin like that, radiates a level of inherent dominance. The fox lets the paw sink from his chin, a pointer fingerclaw tracing the arch of Olive’s throat until it hooks into the collar of his shirt, gently pulling the jackal a step closer. ‘I really liked your performance in [i]Somnium[/i], you know,’ the fox says. ‘Thank you.’ The fox huffs, letting go of the collar of Olive’s shirt. His content smile vanishes, replaced by a cold grimace. His eyes pierce deeply into Olive’s as he towers over the jackal. ‘Clearly you need more conditioning. Thank you, [i]Master,[/i]’ Yannick says, emphasizing the word Master sharply, ringing the bell again. ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive responds, compelled by the chime. Yannick immediately rings it again, followed by a simple command. One that the jackal, by now, instantly recognizes from his ride.’ ‘Obey.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ The bell chimes again, pushing Olive’s mind even further down into the blank abyss that has him subdued. ‘Obey Master.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Another chime. ‘You obey Master.’ ‘I obey Master.’ ‘That’s a good boy.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ Yannick chuckles. The same content smile from before returns, as his free handpaw begins to travel down Olive’s shirt again. ‘You know, the reason that I thought I’d pick you up is simple…’ The fox continues to let his handpaw trace down the jackal’s chest, fingerclaw tapping against every plastic button along the way, until they reach the waistband of his jeans. Suddenly, the fox grabs the jackal’s groin, squishing it gently, yet with an obvious air of control.’ ‘[i]This[/i] is why,’ Yannick says as a single fingerclaw traces a circle around the tip of Olive’s arousal. The jackal hadn’t paid it any mind before, but suddenly—with Yannick pointing it out—he becomes acutely aware of the fact that he is unabashedly tenting. The hardness in his jeans suddenly becomes the center of Olive’s attention, as if all of his thoughts suddenly travel to the tip of his dick tucked away safely underneath the layers of denim and nylon. Yannick leans in, whispering into the jackal’s ear with an undeniable hunger. ‘You’re into this, aren’t you?’ It’s a genuine question, not a suggestion. The answer remains the same. ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Good boy.’ With a simple fluid motion, the fox disrobes in front of Olive. The bathrobe sinks to the carpeted floor, leaving the arctic fox standing in just his underwear. Olive’s eyes drift down the exposed chest of the fox, desperately trying to take in every detail, lingering around the fox’s exposed navel before his chin is grabbed again by the same handpaw as before. ‘Tut-tut, I’m sure you’re very eager to please. But I decide the pace. I decide what you get to see. And, more importantly, I decide what [i]I [/i]get to see, don’t I, pet?’ A shiver rolls down Olive’s spine as his eyes widen. His mind is fully pushed into the blissful dark now, a hunger previously unknown to him making the jackal throb as he is called a pet by Yannick. ‘Yes, Master.’ The fox once again repeats the movement of his handpaw traveling down the jackal’s throat until it lands at the collar of his shirt. ‘Remove this.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ The jackal’s heavy arms suddenly feel usable again, albeit slowly and awkwardly. His handpaws stumble to find the first button at the top of his shirt, pulling and twisting and turning the plastic until it slips out of the gap in the placket. As the first button comes undone, his paws travel downwards, finding the next button and repeating the process. With every single button that is slipped open, more of his chest is exposed to the fox, and the easier the next button becomes. Yannick looks on with a delighted smile, staring the jackal up and down as he places his free handpaw on Olive’s semi-exposed midriff, ruffling his paw through the soft beige fur on the jackal’s stomach. Finally, Olive manages to undo the last button of his shirt, pulling at the fabric on his shoulder until it slips down his left arm, mirroring the same movement on the right side until it falls off of him, standing shirtless in front of the fox now. A hungry look flashes through the fox’s eyes as he takes in the jackal’s toned body, the handpaw tracing his abs at first, before letting go. ‘I didn’t even have to ring the bell for that one, you did that all on your own… You’re learning fast, pet,’ the fox says, a wide smirk on his face. Olive feels another shiver pulsing down his entire body, only amplified by the fact that he’s half exposed now. His tenting cock can’t help but slightly throb at the realization that he did, in fact, take off his shirt, fully obedient from pure conditioning. Another chime of the bell echoes through the room, and Olive stiffens in anticipation of the command. ‘Take off your pants next, pet.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ The jackal feels his eyelids flutter again as the sound of the chime fades, the command already deeply embedded within his mind. He doesn’t have to consciously think about the action anymore, he simply does as told. He simply obeys. His paws have already wrapped around the waistband of his jeans, pulling at the shank until the waistband is loosened. With slow movements, the jackal pushes the fabric down his legs, pooling at his ankles. As he pushes the denim down, Yannick licks his lips the moment the jackal’s tenting underwear becomes visible. The jackal’s cock is outlined clearly through the nylon, a wet spot at the tip evidence of his deep state of arousal. ‘Good boy… Step out of them now,’ Yannick commands with another chime, directly next to Olive’s ear. His eyes once again move up into his skull at the sound as he quietly whimpers, the sound involuntarily coaxed from him by the hypnotic trigger sending another wave of pleasure down his body. Without hesitating, the jackal lifts his footpaws one by one, stepping out of the dark blue denim jeans, now lying loosely on the floor not too far from his shirt. Standing just in his underwear now, the jackal returns to his stiff, upright pose, his arms loose next to his body. Yannick gets right up against the jackal, his own member rubbing against the fabric of Olive’s, making the jackal whimper quietly. ‘Sssh… Quiet, toy.’ Yannick places his handpaw on Olive’s chin again, tugging his heavy head upwards again to force him to stare deeply into the fox’s deep amber eyes. Olive feels himself sinking into the gaze, his already dampened mind subdued even further into the dominant stare the fox holds over him as he holds his chin. The jackal’s breathing speeds up with excitement and arousal, turning shallow and high up in his chest. The arctic fox chuckles at the sight of the almost-naked jackal melting into his grip. ‘Relax, toy. You are mine, and Master will take good care of you. [i]All [/i]of you.’ As he finishes his sentence, the handpaw holding the bell softly traces the contours of Olive’s cock underneath the nylon of his underwear, grinding into it with his own. Olive tenses up at the contact, desperate for more friction to satiate his growing need. With a chuckle, the fox immediately pulls back from any form of contact, admiring the jackal’s exposed body. His eyes travel from his exposed chest down his stomach, lingering on his tenting underwear for a second, before tracing down Olive’s legs and footpaws. Then, Yannick starts walking around the jackal. ‘Let me pose you, toy.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ The fox vanishes from Olive’s peripherals as he moves behind him, the soft tapping of the fox’ footpaws on the carpet still audible. The jackal feels a warm breath in his neck as the fox leans in close to his ears again from behind, quietly whispering ‘Good boy’, before firmly grasping the jackal’s left bicep and extending the arm outwards. ‘Flex for Master.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive forms a fist with his heavy handpaw, bending his arm upwards at the elbow, holding the pose and mirroring it with his right arm as well. Yannick places the bell on the floor behind Olive, wrapping one handpaw around the contracted bicep of his right arm, the other gently guiding the jackal’s wrist in a quarter circle inwards and outwards. Olive feels his muscles move under the fox’ soft grip, before moving to the left arm and repeating the same movements. ‘Good, good… You look very good, toy.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ The fox picks up the bell again and chimes it from behind the jackal. ‘Turn around and face me, toy.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive steps in place, swiveling around until he is facing the fox once more. ‘Master is very aroused by your looks and obedience, toy.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ ‘Kneel.’ The command is sudden, and chimeless, but stern. The fox’s voice suddenly carries a breathless heaviness, leaving no room for resistance. Not that Olive would be able to resist the command, the jackal has by now fully submit to the blissful abyss that the fox has placed in him. Yannick places his handpaws on both of Olive’s shoulders, and guides the jackal down to his knees. The jackal’s maw is hanging open again, his breathing coming faster, his heartbeat rising as he is guided to a kneeling position. Only now are his eyes finally able to fully take in the fox’ underwear, the outline of his cock leaving very little to the imagination. The golden silk briefs are barely able to contain the fox’s erect dick, and Yannick chuckles as he notices Olive’s stare. ‘Good boy… finally able to lay your eyes upon Master’s cock, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘I bet you want nothing more than to serve Master right now, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Pull down my briefs, toy.’ ‘Y-yes, Master.’ Olive’s breath hitches in his throat as his handpaws eagerly wrap around the silken waistband. Rather than savoring the moment, he wastes no time and pulls the fabric down with one swift tug. The scent of Yannick’s arousal, now freed from the golden briefs, immediately hits Olive’s nostrils and drags his mind even deeper into the abyss his consciousness has retreated to. The fox’s cock is throbbing directly in front of his eyes, already leaking precum at the tip, the droplet filling the jackal with a deep thirst. ‘Tell me, toy, have you ever sucked cock before?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Yannick grins. ‘Oh my… why does that not surprise me?’ ‘Because I am a good boy, Master.’ The fox’s grin turns into a hearty chuckle. ‘Prove it, toy.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Yannick chimes the bell one last time. Not on purpose, but by tossing it to the side, the sound of the bell hitting the carpet floor dimming the effect of the chime. It doesn’t matter to Olive, though, for he obeys Master. The fox wraps his handpaws behind Olive’s head and guides him towards his groin, stifling a whimper as the jackal’s wet nose touches the fox’s balls, his warm breath flowing just between Yannick’s legs. Cautiously, the jackal pushes his tongue out of his maw, licking the balls softly before traveling up the underside of Yannick’s cock. His saliva leaves a trail on the fox’s member, who quietly moans, trying to control his own breathing. The jackal hasn’t even taken him yet, but the pleasure is already starting to drive the fox wild with hunger. ‘G-good boy…’ Yannick whimpers, still guiding the jackal’s snout upwards with his handpaws. ‘Just a needy horny toy, eager to suck Master’s cock…,’ he manages to say between loud moans, leaning into the pleasure. Olive doesn’t answer with words, instead repaying the affirmative words by gently moving the tip of his tongue to the fox’s frenulum, swirling and licking just short of the tip. Finally, Yannick succumbs to his hunger as he moves back slightly, before pushing his cock Olive’s maw with force. The jackal doesn’t need commands anymore, he knows what to do. He closes his eyes as he takes the fox’s tip in his mouth, quietly moaning as the warmth passes his lips. At first, he lets his tongue swirl around the tip, but Yannick pushes his head down, forcing his member deeper into his maw. Despite the fox’s significant length, Olive takes him with ease, still using his tongue to twist around the shaft with passionate movement. With slow bobs, Olive continues to work up and down the fox’s cock. Yannick guides the jackal with his handpaws, his cock throbbing in the warm maw. Olive’s eyes are closed as he lets the fox guide him. His mind is foggy and blank, but the need to serve is ever present. ‘Good boy… now lay back.’ The jackal obeys instantly, leaning back as his Master’s cock pops out of his maw, leaving a string of drool and precum between the tip and his lips. He places his handpaws on the soft carpet, moving his beige-and-gray-furred tail to the side and slowly leans backwards until he’s fully laid flat. Once he’s on the floor, Yannick kneels down by his feetpaws and reaches for the bell again, picking it up with one hand. ‘Spread your legs, toy.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive throbs once in his underwear in anticipation, the last shiver of awareness that is still drifting in the very depths of his blissed-out mind already filling in the blanks of what is to come, his heartrate raising with excitement as a dozy smile forms on his face. The fox places his free handpaw on the left knee of the jackal, helping him open up. Once his legs are properly spread, Yannick shuffles himself between them and leans down on the elbow of the arm with which he can ring the bell, using the other handpaw for balance. ‘Pull down your briefs for me, toy. Display yourself for Master.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Slowly Olive finds himself lifting his hips up slightly, the tip of his cock touching his Master’s still wet member, and with his handpaws hooked underneath the waistband, he pulls them down until they’re halfway down to his knees. ‘Good boy.’ Yannick sits back upright on his knees, pulling the briefs the rest of the way down and throwing them aside thoughtlessly. His eyes dart over the jackal’s body, now finally fully exposed to him. The fox licks his lips again once he sees the jackal’s throbbing member, already slick with precum. He leans in again, right into the jackal’s ear, as he whispers his next command. ‘Drop.’ The jackal feels his eyes roll as his Master emphasizes the command by wrapping his handpaw around Olive’s needy, leaking shaft and stroking it once. Agonizingly slowly, the fox moves his paw up and down the jackal’s cock as he rings the bell once, the chime only enhancing the undeniable obedience. The word echoes in Olive’s empty mind, and he feels like his conscious mind is being dragged out of his mind into the floor below him. His thoughts are distant and faded, his body is heavy and limp against the warm, soft carpet, and Master’s voice is the only thing that pierces through the fog besides the pleasure. As Yannick continues to jerk the jackal off, he positions himself until the tip of the fox’s cock, lubed with Olive’s own saliva, is aligned with his entrance. The fox quietly whispers ‘Just relax, toy, and let Master claim you’ before grinding forwards with enough entrance to slip inside of the jackal. Olive whimpers at the contact, feeling Yannick’s warmth entering him. The pressure sends a shiver down the jackal’s spine, and the fox notices how his back arches as his fingerclaws grasp the carpet. ‘Sssh… just sink into it. Drop.’ The fox chimes the bell again as he pushes deeper into the jackal, feeling him loosen around his own cock. Noticing how Olive obediently allows the trance to pull him even further into the abyss of pleasure and mindlessness, Yannick softly begins to stroke the jackal again timed with his own gentle thrusts. At first, he uses his thumb to toy with the tip, rubbing a little circle into it and dragging the droplets of pre along, but the deeper his cock gets driven inside of the jackal, the faster the fox masturbates him. ‘Good toy… you’re taking Master so well’ ‘Yes… Master…!’ Olive mutters, barely able to get the words out inbetween his soft moans and whimpers. The jackal is panting underneath the fox as Yannick continues to thrust Olive deeply into subservience, his toeclaws subconsciously flexing with the pleasure of getting fucked. Yannick moans loudly as he finally pushes his entire length into the jackal, now thrusting at a hungry pace chasing the peak of pleasure. Another pulse of intense bliss rolls down the jackal’s entire spine, forcing a loud groan out of his maw as he slightly stiffens up, and immediately the fox lets go of his needy, throbbing cock. ‘Tut-tut, toy… you’re not cumming yet… Master has plans with you still’, the fox says. Olive whimpers at the denial of his release, but as it is Master’s will, he obediently adheres to the command. The jackal pants quickly as he feels the fox fucking him in fast thrusts, the fox’s breathing still uneven and mixed with moans. Finally, with a loud groan and a single powerful thrust, the fox stiffens up on top of the jackal. Olive feels a warmth filling him from below as his Master finishes inside of him, the heat growing and spreading further up into a powerful shiver, making the jackal throb hard. His Master retreats, panting, the fox’s eyes closed for a second as he allows the afterglow to radiate through his body. The fox reaches for his bathrobe on the floor a few feet over, and uses the sleeve to clean whatever traces of his seed are left on his cock, before using the other sleeve to dab at the jackal’s rear. ‘Good… good toy.’ The jackal remains motionless on the floor, breathing in deep and heavily. His arousal is still evident, his aching cock pointing upwards in the air, a single drop of precum dribbling down his shaft. ‘You did very well taking Master’s cock.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ ‘Now, stay there for a second while Master gets something.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive watches Yannick get up and walk outside of his peripheral, and closes his eyes for a second. The heaviness in his body and the deep fog in his mind is starting to slowly fade a bit, making place for a level of exhaustion. The jackal’s maw is still hanging open, his tongue lolling out, making droplets of drool fall to the carpet floor. The dark gray fur of his back is spread out against the soft carpet floor of the theater, something he allows himself to sink even deeper into. If it wasn’t for the knowledge that Master would soon return, he would have let himself drift off into a full slumber. Instead, the jackal finds himself floating through a horny, hazy bliss, feeling satisfied knowing that he pleased his Master like a good hypnotized toy should. A wave of pleasure rolls down his spine at the realization, knowing that he’s been a good toy. The relaxed bliss that he finds himself seems to stretch on and on, but eventually, he hears the soft poofs of Master’s feetpaws as he walks across the theater again. After a few seconds, the steps stop when Yannick returns to Olive’s side. ‘Now, listen closely, toy.’ Olive’s ears perk up. ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘I’m going to count from one to three, and on the count of three, I’m going to snap my fingers and you’ll wake up from this daze, okay?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Good.’ Olive opens his heavy eyelids, seeing how Yannick is towering over him, still naked albeit flaccid by now, holding two bottles of water in one handpaw, and a leash in the other. Yannick smiles when he sees the jackal opening his eyes. ‘Ah, you poor sleepy thing.’ He clips the collar with leash around the jackal’s neck, and gives it a sudden tug. ‘Up.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Olive gulps as the leash is tugged taut, forcing the jackal to sit upright. Yannick is not pulling as hard as he could, that much is clear, but he’s still making sure that the jackal obeys. As he sits upright, the fox places the two bottles on the carpeted floor and releases the leash slightly, placing a handpaw under the jackal’s chin again. He stares into Olive’s eyes intensely for a second, smirking with the same air of dominance as before. ‘One… two… and three. Wake!’ As the fox snaps his fingers and Olive is counted up, it feels like the haze is lifted instantly, like a gust of wind blew through his mind and cleared up all the fog that had made his thoughts seem so far away, the heaviness that had kept his body subdued. Olive blinks hard a few times, before looking down and realizing that he’s completely naked, fully erect, and leashed up. ‘Here. Drink this.’ Yannick picks up one of the two bottles and throws it at Olive, who is barely awake enough to catch it before the bottle hits his face. The lethargy is still somewhat remnant in his arms, as if he hasn’t used them for a few days, but the bottle is caught and twisted open with his free handpaw. ‘I want you to be awake when you’re drinking water. It’s important to hydrate,’ the fox says, keeping the leash tight in his right handpaw while he drinks from the bottle in the other. Immediately, Olive’s eyes fall onto the bell. Yannick has cleverly stuck the wooden handle between his toeclaws, making sure that he’s still able to make the chime pull the jackal back into mindless bliss at a moment’s notice. Yannick notices the jackal’s eyes drifting to his feetpaws and chuckles. ‘You’re not gonna catch Master lacking, toy.’ Olive gulps down the bottle of water greedily, wiping away the remaining droplets from his lip. The jackal notices that a bit of his resistant spark has returned. Sure, the fox might have him essentially cornered, but he wasn’t giving in again so easily.’ ‘What do you want with me?’ Yannick laughs, twisting the bottlecap back onto his own—now emptied—bottle. ‘It looks like you’re the only one still wanting something, toy,’ the fox says as he looks at the jackal’s erection. Olive blushes and tries to cover himself up by crossing his arms. ‘You’re not getting me that easily again, Yannick.’ The fox laughs again. ‘Ha! Sounds like you’ve got some spice back. Adorable… let’s see how long it’ll last,’ he responds tauntingly. Olive’s eyes dart to the bell between Yannick’s toeclaws. ‘Oh, I don’t even need to use this. I’m not a cheater,’ the fox says with a playful undertone. ‘Then how would you call the way you hypnotized me in the limousine? Was that not cheating?’ ‘How would you feel if I hypnotized you again?’ The jackal throbs. ‘Good toy,’ Yannick says with a smirk. ‘I… No, I won’t submit that easily!’ Olive exclaims, his eyes scanning the theater again. ‘Why not? You already know how good it feels to submit to me, don’t you?’ the fox asks. Olive swallows hard. ‘That’s not-,’ ‘Your mind already knows how easy it is to go blank for me,’ Yannick continues. The fox bends down to pull the bell out of his toeclaws, still holding the leash in his other handpaw. ‘In fact, all it would take for me is a single chime, and you’d be down on all fours again begging for Master’s cock. But I won’t, like I said, because I don’t need to. You’re already starting to float and drift, aren’t you, toy?’ ‘N-no… I’m not that easy…!’ Olive responds, still trying to hold onto his consciousness. But his mind has other plans. The jackal feels how his eyelids are growing heavy again, the speed at which his thoughts form slowing down. The same heaviness that was there before in his legs and arms is starting to build again, his breathing steady and deep.’ ‘You [i]are [/i]easy, Olive. You’re so easy to hypnotize. Because you’re eager to drop deep for me, aren’t you?’ ‘E-eager to d-… no…’ The jackal’s words are slow and slurred, his voice sounding like it’s coming from deep within his lungs. His sentence is broken up by the deep, heavy breaths that he’s taking, helping his body relax again. ‘You’re already drifting so very deep for me, aren’t you?’ ‘D-drifting… d-deep…’ ‘Good toy… My words make you feel so good, my voice helps you sink deeply back down into this relaxed state.’ ‘Sink…,’ Olive echoes, his mind clinging onto Yannick’s words. The fox’s voice is smooth and deep, very different from how he was talking before. ‘Good. You’re so blank for Master. You’re so deeply hypnotized. Why don’t you repeat that for me? Just to convince yourself that it’s true… After all, you clearly need some convincing, don’t you?’ ‘I’m… deeply hypnotized…,’ Olive repeats. ‘Good toy. You’re obedient.’ ‘I’m obedient.’ ‘You’re horny.’ ‘I’m horny.’ The jackal throbs again, his cock still aching with the same neediness as before, desperate for release that has been denied him so far. ‘Settling into that mantra for Master… You’re such a good toy for me, aren’t you? You’re deeply hypnotized, obedient and horny.’ ‘Deeply hypnotized… obedient… horny…,’ Olive responds. The words are slow, broken up into individual fragments, as if even saying them is a struggle. His mind would much rather just succumb to the non-verbal state of submission that he was in before, floating blankly and deeply through the blissful abyss of trance. ‘Again.’ ‘Deeply hypnotized, obedient, horny,’ The jackal repeats. This time, there’s a near robotic perfection to the sentence, as if he’s stopped thinking about it. Just doing as told, like a good toy. ‘Again.’ ‘Deeply hypnotized, obedient, horny.’ ‘Good toy.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ Yannick smiles. ‘There it is… You’re deeply under my control… So eager to do as told, so obedient. You’d follow any command that Master give you, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Good toy. Then drop for me.’ At the word drop, the fox loudly snaps his fingers, the jackal’s head drops down immediately, his chin hitting his chest as his arms go limp by his side again. Slowly, the jackal sinks down to the same position as before, his back flat on the carpeted floor, arms heavy and loosely by his side, legs spread open. ‘D-drop…,’ he weakly responds as his eyes roll up again. ‘Didn’t even need the bell, did I?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Because my control over you is just that strong, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Because you’re deeply hypnotized, obedient and horny.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Good toy.’ ‘Thank you, M-!’ Olive’s response is loudly interrupted by a deep moan as Yannick kneels between the jackal’s legs and takes his entire cock into his maw at once, deepthroating the jackal and flooding his mind with pleasure. Yannick expertly starts bobbing up and down Olive’s cock, loudly making wet noises as his tongue works the shaft of the jackal while he moves his maw up and down the jackal’s length. ‘M-master…! Ah…!’ The jackal groans, the pleasure pushing any words he could think of deeply down into the blissful abyss of trance. His toeclaws curl in pleasure, again sinking down into the soft carpet as his back arches up, desperately trying to hump the fox’s maw for more pleasure, deeper pleasure. With a wet pop, Yannick comes up for air as he snaps his fingers loudly. ‘Relax. Just let me do all the hard work.’ ‘Y-Yes, Master.’ ‘Good toy.’ Olive’s hips sink back down onto the floor as his eyes roll up into his skull, staying there as the pleasure doesn’t relent. Yannick has already sunk back down onto his member, sucking with passion and speed. The pleasure pushes Olive’s mind even further away and becomes all he can think about, all that he is. As his cock is serviced by the fox, he starts to feel himself rapidly approach the edge. The warmth of Yannick’s maw around him, the way his tongue is toying with his shaft and the way the fox expertly bobs up and down, switching up the pleasure and moaning on him has driven the jackal past the point of no return. ‘Master, I-I’m going to…!’ Olive’s words are cut off as his breath hitches in his throat, the intensity of the pleasure driving the jackal wild. Yannick mumbles a single word, barely audible as the cock in the fox’s maw is muting his command. Still, the command connects. The vibrations of the words and Yannick’s moans travel through his entire body, radiating at the tip of his cock, and finally at the snap of Yannick’s fingerclaws, Olive loudly moans as he reaches his orgasm. The fox hungrily swallows the jackal’s seed, only releasing Olive’s cock once it’s stopped pulsing and shooting ropes of thick, warm seed into his mouth. Yannick gasps, taking a couple of deep breath, and licks his lips. ‘Good toy… that was quite the release, wasn’t it?’ Olive tries to respond, but can’t find the strength to do so. The jackal remains motionlessly, non-verbally, on the floor, panting. The afterglow is keeping him into a deep mindless stupor, only sinking deeper under the fox’s thrall. ‘Hmm… if only there was someone to help save you from this endless pleasure, huh?’ Olive simply reacts with a soft whimper. ‘Sssh… just drift in the afterglow, toy. You’ve earned it.’ The jackal lets his eyelids close, drifting into the warm bliss dragging him deeply down into a mindless stupor. As he lays there, the bliss and heavy relaxation begin to mix with the same exhaustion as before again, and this time he lets it take him. Yannick smiles as he sees the fox succumb to the slumber with his permission, and the fox slowly brings his handpaw to the jackal’s cheek as he strokes it softly. ‘Good toy. You did so well. Just drift off to slumber for Master.’ Olive doesn’t respond anymore, he just sinks deeper into the trance, deeper into the fox’s control, and deeper into sleep. ‘Now… you’re just going to let yourself sleep until you’re rested, aren’t you, toy?’ Yannick looks at the jackal with a smile, knowing there won’t be an answer. ‘And when you wake up, you’ll be so very eager and ready to serve me again, aren’t you? Just a deeply hypnotized, obedient and horny toy.’ Olive’s subconsciousness allows the fox’s words to settle deeply into his mind, knowing that Master always knows best. Master makes Olive feel so very good, after all. ‘But for now, just allow your mind to drift off into that deep, peaceful slumber. Sinking deeper and deeper, letting yourself relax more and more… Just surrendering to sleep. Surrendering to me.’ As Olive drifts off, the lights in the theater are slowly turned back on. The light and all the sounds are distant to Olive, and his sleeping mind doesn’t register Yannick getting up from the bed as someone in the theater loudly yells ‘CUT!’ The fox pats Olive on the butt. ‘I think we got it this time,’ Yannick says looking at the sleeping jackal on the bed with a smirk. ‘Though, seeing how much you enjoyed it, I’ll ask the director if we need another take. Just to be sure.’