Deep Blue Eyes
Shapeless. Absolutely shapeless. Like water it seemed to move, but its depth, it's mass... It was hard to tell. The only detail that he could really understand was its color. Just blue.
-Where am I..?- He wondered. He could feel pressure around him, but it wasn't physical... it was like the world around him had compacted, compressed... and he was in the middle of it. The air itself was confining, squeezing around him as though the very atmosphere of the room was alive.
...room?-
At first all he knew of was the water... but now it was a room. He blinked and was aware of his breathing, pulling in cold air from the pressure around him, and it dawned on him... the blue he was looking at... it wasn't water...
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"TROY!"
He gasped, snapping his neck back painfully to see a blurry outline of Professor Marc staring at him. Blinking away the dryness in his eyes and closing his muzzle quickly, he stared at his teacher guiltily.
"Mr. Troy I do not tolerate sleeping in my classroom. I was sure that I had made that clear the last 2 times it occurred. You are not a child and I should not have to chastise you!" The badger straightened up and pushed his glasses back with a finger. "But sleeping is immature. If you are not feeling well you should try to make me aware of it. I don't mind it if you miss a day for your health, but if you are in no condition to pay attention, then you are wasting my time!"
"..Professor I'm sorry, I don't know why I feel so exhausted lately. Excuse me..." Vant sighed, trying to force the tension out of himself, his paw over his own face as he tried to rub the sleep out his eyes with his thumb. "..It won't happen again."
"Make sure it doesn't, alright?" Marc lessened the furrow in his brow, taking a deep breath and giving Vant a concerned look.
"Thank you sir..." He mumbled, tearing off the page in his notebook. It had gotten some drool on it, and he vaguely felt the eyes of everyone else in the room on him. A warmth on his shoulder made him glance to his side.
"You don't look so good V..." Brent squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
Brent was a white rabbit and Vant's only close friend. He smiled at him softly and patted the red fox's back. "..It's almost like you're not sleeping... you ok?"
Stifling a nervous chuckle, Vant nodded. "Yea, I'm fine..." He considered for a moment what time he had went to bed the previous night, but the memory eluded him. He was still jumbled from falling asleep. "Tonight I'm gonna be in bed by fuckin 8..." He chuckled in mock humor, rubbing his face with a hand.
"It'll do you good." Confirmed Brent, returning to his work.
The day pretty much lazed by after that. Vant had trouble focusing on a lot of the work, and more than a few times he would catch himself about to fall facedown onto his books. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he was so sleepy today, or the few days prior. Unlike last week where he only noticed some mild yawns and stretching in class, his body literally felt like he hadn't slept a wink. It nagged at him, but he kept himself occupied with work and was glad when the bell rang to signal the day's end.
Walking outside into the fresh air felt good, and he took a deep breath to restore himself. Standing around the usual spot, it wasn't long before he saw the familiar lapin waving at him from a bit away, dressed in some tan boots, tan jeans, and a tan shirt that had an assault rifle silhouette on it. Vant shook his head and laughed a little when the rabbit reached him.
"..Never gets old"
"What never gets old?" Brent had a smirk. He had known Vant well enough to figure out what he was talking about.
"You dress so crazy. Military pants all the time... and your affinity for GUNS." Vant laughed again, shaking his head.
"What? I just like the clothing style... and as for guns, they're pretty cool. Not like I own one, it's just fashion after all. Besides, it makes me look as bad as I am." Brent smirked stroked his long ears down the back of his neck, confident in himself.
Vant grinned, giving Brent a shove to the side so he almost stumbled.
Brent was taller than Vant, something the pair of them had always been made fun of for. Unlike the stereotype of rabbits being smaller and more timid, Brent was tall and lithe. He had a swimmers body, which complemented the fact that it was his best sport, next to running track. Vant on the other hand, although he wasn't any different than the stereotype for foxes, always looked smaller by comparison, when standing side by side with Brent. Friends would sometimes call Vant "bunny" for humor, as he was about 5'4, compared with Brent at 6'2. Their personalities didn't deter from appearance either; Brent always being more outgoing and somewhat of a tough guy, more fitting for his size, where Vant tended to be shyer and easily embarrassed.
The two had been best friends for years, and it wasn't surprising at all to have other people accuse them of being boyfriends. Sometimes they would respond jokingly as though they were 'caught', but the two of them were best friends only... so far. During the last year of his life, Vant had started dealing with a lot of emotions about their friendship, and though he would push the thought away each time, he sometimes felt stronger emotions for Brent, emotions that scared him. Keeping this hidden however had become normal, and in Vant's eyes, Brent wasn't experiencing the same conflict of heart.
Talking with Brent helped ease Vant's mind off of things. Vant couldn't stop feeling slightly anxiety about his exhaustion, questioning his own health. It was just one of the weird things Vant worried about. When they reached the corner of oak, Vant turned to give Brent a grateful smile.
"Thanks for sharing your notes with me, I think I'm going to use the rest of the day to get myself together. For some reason I'm just feeling tired... maybe it's stress." He turned to look idly down the road, watching people walk and gazing at the sky in thought.
"No problem, you'll get rest tonight." Brent said, glancing at the sky too in case there was something interesting to see. The two said farewell and went on their separate ways.
**
Sighing contently, Vant settled into bed after a hot shower around 9:30, and almost immediately the warmth of his bed sapped what energy he had. He rolled onto his side, yawning, and was almost asleep when he heard his phone buzzing on the nightstand. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he reached over to light up the screen.
9:46pm - Sleep well buddy - Brent
He shut off the phone, too tired to type a reply, and was almost asleep when he felt a nagging in the back of his mind. He stirred, rolling around the opposite way, but it didn't go away. Still tossing and turning, he finally sat up and looked around.
For some reason he felt like he had forgotten something important, like something just... was out of the ordinary. Something felt different, like he forgot to lock a door or turn off the TV or so. Dismissing his frustration, he yawned and lie back down and, eventually, fell asleep...
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Heartbeat, breathing... There was that blue again, but not in his sight... he wasn't looking at it. Instead he could see it with his eyes closed... kind of like looking into the sun and turning away, the imprint still there.
_ He couldn't understand what was happening... it was like... a disconnection with everything. He couldn't immediately comprehend what his eyes were seeing till long after, as though his reactions were sluggish... again the feeling of pressure, like being sucked down into quicksand._
_ He was vaguely aware of his body, remembering it now like a misplaced item. Almost instantly he was aware of powerful sensation going through his body, and it was so intense, so shocking, that he felt himself teetering on the edge of consciousness, as though processing the information that 'he had a body' made his mind too tired to stay up._
Through some weak strength he held onto that, and the feeling washed over him. He had been feeling it since_... but he just wasn't able to put his attention into more than one thing at a time... it felt so... so very... he lifted his head, so heavy, and upon opening his eyes, he was washed away again..._
**
Glancing over all the students in the cafeteria, it was pretty easy spotting Vant, the only guy who sat alone in the corner of the large room. It was Vant's favorite spot, with his back to the wall, but Brent was never quite sure why. He assumed, as much as he knew Vant, that the fox preferred being able to see everyone else around him, and having his back against the wall ensured no one would be watching him without notice. It was an odd trait, but the more Brent thought about it, it became obvious. Vant was, after all, a really shy guy. There was just always something about him, as though he had secrets that were weighing him down.
Whenever they were together, Vant was always open with Brent, something that the rabbit really appreciated. Around other people however, Vant just couldn't connect with them properly. He would laugh, talk, act normal, but it was obvious, especially at moments like this, seeing Vant lost in thought. Not very different from how the fox was now, gazing at his hands, his pan-pizza left forgotten. A pang of guilt washed over him, but he pushed it away shamefully.
Brent quickly threw a leg over the seat and slid down opposite Vant, snapping his fingers. "Eh, what's on your mind V?" Brent sat his tray down and pushed his milk towards the fox. He didn't much care for it, and always brought a Gatorade or some other similar drink from outside of school. Vant however could drink gallons of it.
Vant glanced at him, giving himself a shake and then smiling. "Ah... the usual stuff, nothing really."
"Hm." Brent nodded, opening his drink to take a long swig. "In class you seemed really on-top of things today, I take it you slept well?"
Vant finally found interest in his food, lifting the pizza to take a bite. A drink of milk later he wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. "Mm, yea actually, how'd you know? I feel really rested, like, I have a lot more energy than I've had the past few weeks. Crazy...I guess it's been a while since I had a full night's sleep."
"Good, you can finally stop cheating off my notes and copying my math homework."
"Referencing" Vant corrected. "Not copying... just... double checking my numbers is all." The fox eluded the topic by taking an extra large bite of his pizza.
"Referencing my ass... but it's good that you're rested. Still don't look like yourself though, seems like there's more than usual on your mind."
Vant had looked into Brent's eyes for the first time. He realized he was subconsciously avoiding them for the past few minutes. "..Yea actually, I've just been kinda... it's hard to talk about"
Brent raised an eyebrow and set his drink down. "Well whatsup, it's not anything bad is it?"
"No it's just..." Vant thought a moment, and then let out some weak laughter, feeling silly all of a sudden. "I dunno! It's just that my head is all fuzzy, I can't really think of the problem. I keep having this weird dream, and I just noticed as I was in class today... what with Mrs. Pat rambling about history... that I can't remember any other time sleeping as well as I did last night."
This time, Brent caught himself avoiding Vant's eyes. He glanced at Vant, but Vant had an odd expression, like he was piecing the information together.
"Like, I tried to remember going to bed the day before yesterday, but I couldn't recall it! I just remember walking to school." He took another long chug of his milk and looked at Brent incredulously. "Isn't that weird? I feel like I have a memory problem or not a memory problem but like... when you're so tired and you fall asleep, and you wake up in a daze, and you can't remember things for a few minutes? Well, it's like that, but I feel it all day long." He stopped talking abruptly, looking at the milk in his hand.
"Well... like you said, you haven't had enough rest, now that you slept enough last night, you should be better now. Right?"
Vant considered the thought, then laughed and lifted his milk as if to toast Brent. "You're right actually. Man I gotta sleep better, it makes sense now though. I must've been staying up too late and couldn't remember it cause I was so tired." An expression of relief seemed to wash over the fox, and he downed the last of his milk with finality.
With that, the bell rang and both Brent and Vant left to their next class.
During the rest of the day, Brent found it was his turn to lose attention in his work. He felt guilty after seeing Vant like that, and it was obvious that Brent was the cause. -I gotta remember Vant's health... I'm being selfish...- He made a mental note that his activities were exhausting the fox's mind.
Barely paying attention to the drone of his teacher, he set down his pencil and gazed out the window. The memories came back to him, with so much clarity. It didn't feel like it had been three months, but instead, felt like it was just yesterday.
It was his ability, something he discovered when he was much younger. His ability to influence people. And not just influence people, but more.
It was something he had discovered at a much younger age, before he met Vant. Originally just a crazy idea he read in a comic book, and, mostly from his childish imagination, he would pretend to cast spells and hypnotize people to do his bidding. It started out very mild, times when he would ask for things from his parents or other children, such as toys or games, and he found his persuasion had a near-perfect success rate.
After some time he became more and more aware of it, this strange... superpower. He spent his junior high school years learning the different strengths and weaknesses of his ability, and often, had always been more fearful of the ability than empowered by it. Peter parkers father had told Spiderman "with great power comes great responsibility" and as cheesy as he felt thinking about it, he tried to keep that in mind all the times.
Vant, of all people, was the one person he had never used his ability on. The manipulation of others made him feel disconnected with them, and he couldn't ever really feel like anyone was a close friend if he could suggestively control their thoughts and actions. When he and Vant had gotten close, he swore he would never use it on him... and he didn't for a long time. But three months ago, it all changed...
**Three Months Previous...
It was a cold night outside, and Brent had decided to stay the night at Vant's place, considering that Brent had no other plans, and Vant's place could be really fun at times. Vant never showed it the way he dressed or acted, but his parents weren't that bad off. He had a nice house, his own room, and the basement was even modeled as a big entertainment, slash guest-room. There was a big screen TV, two computers, blu-ray player, all three consoles, lots of games, and even a mini-fridge.
It was Friday night, and, as usual, Vant's parents were gone for a few days on business. Vant had pretty much become accustomed to living by himself, and his parents weren't a huge part of his life even when questioned about it. With them gone, the house had much more freedom; they could watch movies with the stereo up, leave a mess in the kitchen and pretty much anything else you could think of. If Vant's parents had been home they would have mentioned how loud the video games were, but luckily, neither of them had to worry about it.
Brent kicked back onto his bean chair, giving Vant a wide grin. "Dude I thought you said you had skill... I mean, really? Talk about an ass_whoopin'... you should ask a guy like me to help you get better, I am your friend_ after-DOH!"
Vant grabbed another pillow from the couch, re-arming himself "You got lucky." He aimed at Brent and faked a throw, watching the rabbit roll onto the floor with pretty surprising agility. When he peeked over the bean chair the pillow hit him right on the face. Vant laughed hard and Brent rushed him, the slender rabbit betraying his appearance by easily grabbing Vant around the waist and lifting him up onto his shoulder like a barrel.
"NO! NOOOO... Let me go!" Vant tried to twist away but he gave up quickly, letting out a loud yip when his body hit the couch. Vant immediately flung another pillow at Brent's head with lightning speed, but it missed and flung into the distance. Brent dusted his hands off.
"You should know better, I'm stronger than you, 'rabbit'." Brent grinned, only in a wife beater with his usual tan camouflage pants. He crossed his arms at the smaller fox, whose ears had instinctively folded back. If there was anything Brent secretly liked about Vant, it was the small things like that... Vant had somewhat a soft side to him, but it was very rarely seen, and usually brief.
Vant crossed his arms to match Brent and let his head fall back in defeat. "It's not fair, I should have always been bigger than you... "
"Hardly an excuse for losing to me in a game. No, that takes skill." Brent grinned wider and was on his way back to the bean-chair when a sound made him whirl around; the smaller fox charging him right down the middle.
Caught off guard, Brent felt the air leave his chest as the fox gathered all his strength and lifted him up. "Bastard!" Brent coughed out, trying not to do a complete flip and land on his head behind Vant, he just pounded his back in defense and was spun and thrown onto the couch where Vant once was.
Gasping, Vant flexed his arms to show his strength, a comical motion, and pointed down to Brent. "Ha! Don't let my size fool you; I can be strong when I want. Bodyslammed by someone a foot smaller than you. Who's the 'rabbit' now?"
Brent wasn't done. "Hardly a bodyslam... Let me show you how it's done!" He quickly recovered and made to grab Vant around the middle, but the fox was quick, and while Brent managed to grab his fleeing tail, two pillows started to hammer the top of his head.
Laughing and growling, the two wrestled each other energetically for a while. Wrestling like this was one of their secrets. It wasn't that they had admitted to having any feelings for one another, but, to anyone else, it would seem childish and immature. Still, they were the closest of friends and never felt more open or free than they did around each other.
Finally rolling around on the floor, Brent managed to gain the upper hand, holding the fox's wrist, then the other, and using his body weight to pin him down. Vant was much stronger than he looked, that much was certain, but try as he might he couldn't escape this.
Brent laughed breathlessly, watching Vant strain. Secretly he had gotten excited... he usually did around Vant, especially when they wrestled. Vant would try harder every time, but could never overpower the rabbit; Brent was faster, bigger and stronger. When Vant would submit, he'd feign helplessness so Brent would let him go, then, usually, attack him again. Those moments of pleading excited Brent in a guilty way.
Still growling, Vant tried to yank his arms free, and would have... but in Brent's excitement, and lost in the passion of the moment, he made the mistake of willing Vant to submit with his ability. The fox laughed a little, but when he looked Brent in the eye, his struggling stopped, and Brent felt the most indescribable thing he ever felt before.
Stifling a gasp, Brent shut his eyes tight, but it felt like he had had someone shine a laser into them. A painful throb ached in his head, and an overwhelming feeling came over him, causing him to squeeze Vant's wrists tighter.
"Brent... *pant*... that hurts..." Vant whimpered. He looked up at Brent with concern, but the rabbit had a pained expression, his eyes tightly shut. "..Brent!? Are you ok? What's wrong?... did I hurt yo...yyyoou..."
Snapping his eyes open, Brent looked down at Vant, and the pain in his head subsided. He could feel his ability 'on', but it was uncontrolled, unwilling. Still teetering on his last spoken syllable, Vant gradually went quiet. Upon seeing Brent's eyes, calmness seeped through his body, relaxing his arms and legs, and he just panted, staring with a dreamy expression.
Brent couldn't make sense of this tranquility, and so he shut his eyes again. Slowly, and with great difficulty, he relaxed enough to organize what he was feeling: Excitement, anticipation, attraction and embarrassment.
The rabbit's cheeks flushed red and he shook his head to clear the feeling. Among the sensory overflow, he could also feel something peculiar... pressure. There was solid pressure over his middle, and on his wrists, like they were being squeezed. He looked down at his arms, and immediately, it dawned on him.
His eyes moved to Vant's, and then back to his wrists, and he knew. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew. He was feeling what Vant was feeling. As if on cue, Vant's fingers twitched, moved, and when Brent's eyes moved over to the other hand, the fingers there moved too, clenching, forming a fist.
Overwhelmed as he was with the emotions of both himself and Vant, another feeling was there too, and this one was more familiar than it was alien. It was attraction, strong attraction.
Brent had always been attracted to Vant, but, like Vant, had denied the emotion. Now, with his mind... 'Linked' as it was, the attraction he felt towards Vant was stronger than ever. He realized then with some relief that Vant liked him just as much as he did Vant. He didn't understand how he knew, but it was like he were suddenly aware of Vant's thoughts.
The combination of using his powers while conflicted with strong emotions had, apparently, modified his ability in a dramatic, new way.
Brent relaxed after a moment, fighting with the strong feelings, when all of a sudden Vant stretched his muzzle up and kissed Brent right on the lips, and Brent, as shocked as he was by the kiss, was equally as surprised that he instinctively leaned right back into it.
The urge had been Vant's, but through this 'mind link', Brent let Vant's desire take control for a moment. It was confusing to sort out which thoughts were his, and which were Vant's. But Brent didn't care. He kissed him back, and Vant let out the softest of a whimper under him.
As soon as the kiss ended, some part of Brent's mind seemed to convulse, and he got up stumbling over to the couch, then sat and looked at Vant.
Vant lay there for a moment, and as if nothing had happened, then pushed himself to sit up and rubbed his wrists, laughing weakly. "Alright you win... I'll never be as strong as you... I'm the 'rabbit'..." The fox got up and sighed in defeat, stretching out his sore limbs, then walked over to a nearby counter and poured a glass of water. His relaxed attitude was completely unexpected.
Brent on the other hand didn't move. What had just happened was still a major shock to his system, but it was obvious that Vant didn't even know it occurred... probably because he was still using his ability... a little. He was willing Vant not to remember. A headache came over him and he shut his eyes.
When Vant finished his water, he served another glass and walked over to Brent, offering it to him. "Brent you ok? Drink some... some..." As Brent looked at him again, an expression of curiosity was on Vant's face. Brent couldn't help himself, unable to control it, he felt their minds link. He wanted to kiss Vant again, and as fluid as moving his own body, Vant once again came under his control.
Vant's legs buckled and he fell forward, Brent throwing his arms out to catch the small fox easily and set him down, kneeling between his legs. The glass of water however fell onto the carpet. Brent took a deep breath. He was getting the hang of it, being able to connect his mind and guide Vant's movements, but he had to keep certain things in mind. Vant had been standing and he forgot to keep his legs straight. Also, he forgot to keep hold of the water.
"Oh wow..." Vant gasped, shaking his head in embarrassment, and when he looked up at Brent, his expression softened again, just like when they were on the floor. This time however, Brent knew what he wanted. Leaning forward, their lips met again, passionately. Brent's paw moved up to cup the fox's cheek.
He could feel Vant's mind, and it wasn't so much 'control' as just allowing the fox to do what his desires were, with some manipulation; Vant's hands trembled as they moved over the rabbits lap. Brent couldn't help himself; he was as excited as ever, his pride thick and straining against his pants. And it wasn't only Brent, but Vant too, he could sense it. The feeling had joined Brent's own urges and doubled the strength of it so much that Brent could only squirm in his seat, pent up more than ever.
Brent shivered while Vant's other hand slid up and explored his crotch. It was like Brent himself were guiding every articulate motion of the fox's paws, and he found himself gasping from the connection, still not accustomed to it, but overwhelmed. His lust pushed him on and they both leaned together to kiss again, more passionately this time.
Tears had built up in Brent's eyes. He wasn't sure if the tears were from all this emotion, or just because he was overwhelmed by this new link, but he figured, it was probably both. Leaning back, he watched Vant lean down to sniff curiously at the rabbit's crotch. Being in Vant's mind he knew now that the Fox would always get excited like this when they fooled around, but he'd restrain the urge. Now with Brent in control he only had to channel it.
Vant had such a calm expression, as though in a dream. Lowering his muzzle he instead reviewed the rabbit crotch in front of him, drawing a paw down across the trembling lump. Leaning down, the fox slid his nose over it and inhaled again, the lapin's strong musk easy to detect with his sensitive nose. Brent had to block out a powerful wave of arousal from Vant, and the fox growled with barely contained lust.
Brent shivered, moving his paws to grip Vant's ears tightly. Slowly, he coaxed Vant to ease down his zipper, and watched with strong arousal as the fox nuzzled into the opening.
"Oh... Vant..." Brent whispered, feeling the fox lay soft light licks across the thin black cloth of his underwear, kissing at it, nuzzling at it. Quickly enough Vant slipped his fingers in and tugged the underwear down just enough so the thick length could be pulled out, all 9 inches of Brent's aching shaft throbbing at attention.
Brent would have liked to feel some licking, to maybe kiss Vant again... a lot of urges were swirling in his head, but this was his first time, and he was eager for just one thing. With a paw he gripped himself around the base of his pride, squeezed it, watching a bead of pre ooze from his tip, and then pointed it towards Vant's lips.
Bidden by Brent and without a trace of hesitation, Vant wrapped his lips around the head and gave a soft suck. Brent let out a shaky moan, caught off-guard by how amazing it felt. He really was pent, and Vant's muzzle offered a warmth and wetness he never dreamt of. Making soft noises, Vant worked a few more sucks, then gradually sucked inch by inch deeper into his muzzle, only stopping when his lips met Brent's tightened paw.
Brent was shivering... Of course he'd seen porn in his private time, but it didn't compare to the real thing! Spreading his legs and taking a shaky breath, he watched Vant ease back and suck rhythmically at his head, just like Brent wanted. When his paw moved back up to Vant's ear, the fox's paw immediately replaced it.
Vant made a soft muffled noise, slurping at the rabbits cock. He fed another few inches into his muzzle, sucking stronger, and after sliding back a quarter of the length, pushed his muzzle down even more. He repeated the motion several times, and within moments the fox's cold nose was pressed up against Brent's crotch, the soft wet sound of sucks reaching his ears.
Brent did everything he could to make it last, but the control he had was so flawless, everything about Vant's blowjob was perfect. He would have Vant suck on his head just when he wanted it, and before he would cum, slow Vant's muzzle down just enough to edge himself. His pre kept flowing copiously, a trait that Brent was proud of, and he could 'feel' Vant's mouth being soaked with it, the fox drinking it down with every suck.
Finally, Brent couldn't take anymore; he began to pant and gasp heavily, guiding the foxes warm wet mouth back and forth. He could sense Vant's anticipation, knew that Vant had fantasized about doing this many, many times,("why do I know that?") and feeling all the pleasure build, he yanked Vant's ears back and came hard.
The first warm pulse of cum splashed into the back of Vant's throat... then two more. Gasping, Brent pulled him back so the fox was sucking strongly at his head, letting rope after rope of warm lapin seed spurt over Vant's tongue, coating it. Vant still had that dreamy expression as he drank it, his eyes drifting closed and sucking until Brent's throbs stopped, and then, in Brent's afterglow, just sat there and let it slip from his lips.
When the feeling finally faded, a wave of guilt and fear washed over Brent. He felt ashamed most of all, but his mind was too exhausted to process it. Looking down at Vant, he wished that the fox were asleep, and on cue, Vant lolled forward limply and lay in Brent's lap, dozing.
** Present day...
Brent sighed as the Bell rang for next period, gathering up his books. Looking briefly at the board he noted that he hadn't learned a thing about the new test material, but he just shook his head and left.
He couldn't stop thinking about Vant, and it wasn't just that he had been abusing his ability too often with him, but that he felt so strongly about the fox, and had to hide his emotions. What made it worse is that he knew Vant felt the same, but something held him back from being open with Vant... He had never been entirely sure if those really were Vant's feelings or just his influence on Vant's mind. Also, he felt guiltier each time he did it. The pleasures and freedoms were just too good to pass up sometimes, and without any real risk involved (besides wearing Vant out), there were no direct consequences.
Brent's thoughts turned back to that weekend where he first discovered his ability. The day after that, he had snuck into the bathroom as Vant was showering. Vant had yelled in surprise, but once he looked into Brent's eyes it was all too easy.
That whole day he must've had Vant drink his seed at least six or seven times. He was a rabbit after all, and in just an hour or two he was pent up again, especially with all the thoughts and ideas in his head.
After that, he would often control Vant during weekend visits, or on lonely nights when he had nothing to lose; he would sneak over to Vant's house. As soon as the fox answered the door he would use his ability, joining Vant to his bedroom. Those nights spent holding that fox... kissing... exploring his body... they were cherished, yet guilty memories. Vant had been there, as well as his desire for Brent, but how could the rabbit ever be 100% sure he had not imagined it?
Brent's thoughts turned to the month after his initial discovery. He had begun understanding his ability with more depth by then, and had even learned to read memory from his targets. As long as the memory was fresh on their mind of course.
He had a change of schedule and found himself attending gym at the same time as Vant. Smiling weakly, Brent recalled those fun memories...
**2 months previous...
It was a hot day outside, no better than the last 2 weeks as Brent left class. Glancing at his watch he noted the time, then walked outside.
There was a secondary Gym building across from the main school building that housed the Gym, pool and running track. Once entered there was a small main room which separated people down halls for the male and female locker/changing rooms, then a hall after that that funneled through staircases or halls for the different sections. The furthest hall led to the male section, where Brent headed after walking into the building.
It felt good to walk into the shade, and Brent had to wipe his forehead fur briefly of some sweat. If he were hot, it was nothing unusual considering how he dressed. Even on the hottest days of summer he'd always wear various kinds of camouflage military pants and black or tan boots, depending on the rest of his outfit. His legs suffered the most from the heat, but he had grown accustomed to it. Lighter clothes just weren't his thing.
Turning towards the male locker rooms he took of his beret and stroked his long ears back. His beret often made people laugh at him, but since he got it, it was his favorite article of clothing. It really accentuated his dressing style.
Walking into the locker room he began to feel some nervousness, something he had suppressed up until now. Due to the school switching staff for certain classes, he found two of his periods switched in reverse and wasn't really disappointed to find he was now going to be joining Vant to gym, swimming or track. In fact, when he first found out, he was full of many guilty thoughts and ideas... Most of the sex stories he read online or porn videos he saw often had young looking foxes (not nearly as sexy as Vant was to Brent) being mated and locked in passionate acts on benches or against lockers. The fantasies kept playing in Brent's head, and he considered briefly how much of a pervert he was.
Making his way towards the last row of lockers in the back and turning, he was all too happy to see Vant changing at the very end of the row. He sat down halfway across the row, not wanting Vant to notice him right away out of nervousness, but Vant gave him a big grin when their eyes met. Brent returned it with a tough-guy smile and nodded his head at him.
Unpacking his stuff, he couldn't help himself, wanting to link with Vant right then and there. There were other people changing in the aisle however, and mostly out of curiosity, Brent figured he would try to connect in a subtle way, without being detected. Vant was almost finished changing and he didn't want the fox to leave before they had a chance.
Feeling the ability stir within him, he opened his mind to Vant and felt the connection solidify. Restraining himself a bit he tried to just get in Vant's head first and know what he was thinking, to somehow stall the fox from changing so fast, but when the first few thoughts flowed into Brent, he almost dropped his bag in surprise. It was unmistakable, Vant was aroused at something!
Curiosity got the better of Brent, and instinctively he stared at the fox, feeling the flow of thoughts come from him. Vant glanced back at Brent for a moment and turned away quickly. Sifting through his thoughts, he began to piece them together and held back a small burst of laughter when he found it.
Brent had been sitting down taking off his shoes when the thought came. For a rabbit his size he had pretty big feet, size 14's to be exact. Most rabbits had large feet regardless of their height, and Brent never thought anything special about them. He had his leg crossed and was in the middle of switching to his running sneakers when Vant had glanced at him, or more specifically, at his feet.
Brent felt another wave of emotion from Vant; curiosity, eagerness, arousal. Vant had a very strong interest in Brent's feet, the fox's mind occupied with guessing how warm they were, or how soft, or (and this made Brent almost chuckle) how strong they smelled. He tried not to smile at the thought of it... it was natural that Vant would have fetishes, just like he did, but it just never occurred to him. Of course, things like that weren't shared often among people, but considering his ability to literally get into Vant's head, he realized that there wasn't anywhere to hide it from him.
An idea dawned on Brent then, and with a little shift on the bench, he slipped his paw along his leg and found the top of the sock, pulling it, slowly, off his foot. As the cloth was pulled off, he flexed his toes experimentally in the cool air. His foot was very hot from the boots, the sole emanating a lot of heat and some moisture; he could feel it against his fingers, squeezing his own foot a bit. He smiled, stretching his toes out, flexing his foot a little, and trying not to grin, pretended to search for an imaginary pebble in his sock.
Brent didn't even need to look at Vant to confirm it; the flow of thoughts and emotions streaming into Brent made it obvious. Vant was staring, and not only staring, but had stopped everything he was doing to look. His eyes were locked on Brent's toes and his nose twitched slightly as he sniffed towards them. Through the link, Vant was pulling up memories of times during sleepovers in which the fox would sniff at his feet while he slept, and even pleasure himself to them.
Still unable to find that pesky pebble, Brent turned to glance at Vant. The other kids had already left the locker room by now, and he was done just playing. Their eyes met and Brent took the moment to sift through those fresh memories, feeling some humor to discover Vant had secrets of his own. In a weird way he wondered if that made him feel any better about the way he used Vant, but he know it was barely a comparison. Blinking into Brent's gaze, his expression softened and he stared back at him dreamily.
Loosening his grip on Vant's memories, he instead let a paw move down to rearrange himself in his pants. He was less embarrassed around Vant after all this time, and Vant got up and walked over to Brent, his bag left behind. Brent found the expression on his face adorable, the fox slowly kneeling down in front of the rabbit and his paws moving out to lift his foot up slightly.
Brent leaned back on the bench, smiling. In a weird way he wanted to let Vant have fun this time, and through the link he channeled Vant's own desires into his actions, watching as the fox examined the rabbits big foot with barely contained anticipation. Vant was more yiffy than ever,(Brent could definitely feel it) letting the back of his hand move along the rabbit's soft sole, feeling the heat from it, then unable to hold himself back any more, he nestled his nose under the rabbits toes and sniffed deeply.
Brent blushed a bit at this, knowing that his feet, although they didn't smell 'horrible', DID indeed have a smell strong... but it was only too obvious that this is what Vant indulged in.
The Fox inhaled again even deeper, and this time a shiver ran through him, Brent's body shivering too through the link. Although Brent was in some disbelief, it was undeniable that Vant was intensely aroused; something about the smell, the sight and the feel of the rabbit's big feet were driving him wild, and he pressed his face against the floppy rabbit foot and rubbed it all over his fur.
Vant was exhilarated, even in his state of hypnosis, the control Brent had over him was mostly a complex type of manipulation of his thought process. Even through it, he maintained a very limited sense of consciousness, a type of dream-state. He couldn't reason or think; being controlled left the logic part of his brain completely shut down, with Brent in full control. Besides that fact however, some part of Vant was still there, filtered through Brent. He had always ached to know what Brent's feet would smell or feel like fresh out of his boots on a hot day, rather than having to sneak by the rabbit in the middle of the night, when the scent and warmth had faded.
Such a strong musk, but not overly-so... Vant trembled again, sniffing under those rabbit toes with an audible whimper.
Although he had only intended to study Vant's reaction for no real reason, Brent soon found his curiosity growing more and more. A large flow of excitement and sexual energy was coming from Vant, pouring into the rabbit's body. He moaned a few times when the fox would sniff around and kiss some spots, watching him tentatively lick here and there, then suck on the side of his foot and finally take a toe into his muzzle to suck on it. The subtle sensations caused by Vant's wandering muzzle felt, surprisingly, really, really good. In moments Brent had pulled his aching member out and was stroking it while Vant worked.
He had never considered having someone tend to his feet this way, nor would he have ever considered someone to enjoy them, at least, not this much, but it was quite enjoyable. Vant seemed he just couldn't sniff them enough, Brent worrying that he would hyperventilate as much as he kept sniffing under the toes. Soon though, he sensed discomfort in Vant, and through his link allowed the fox to undo his own pants and let his straining cock free.
"Always so sexy..." mumbled Brent, seeing the fox pull out a lengthy jet-black fox cock. The knot was already half formed and its tip was steadily dripping pre. Immediately relief came from Vant, but it was short lived... he was pent too. Brent frowned at him... it hadn't always occurred to him that Vant would get as excited as he was. Of course he would notice the fox aroused during the times he controlled him, but it wasn't until now that he was actually letting the fox have 'free control' (so to speak) that he felt the ache in the fox's groin. Any other time he just wasn't aware of it.
Vant whimpered as the feeling intensified, and again he buried his nose under Brent's toes and sniffed the scent deep.
Enlightened, Brent guided Vant, the fox obediently shifting back onto his haunches and staying there like a good boy. His eyes were on Brent's again, but his expression was pleading, reluctant. Shifting to the side a little, so he was directly in-front of him, he lifted his other boot up onto the edge of the bench and began to undo his laces, pulling off the heavy boot and flexing his toes. His foot did ache quite a bit, and leaning back once more, he let Vant tend to it.
With a soft noise, Vant lifted the socked footpaw up to his face, nosing just below the toes to smell the scent there. Brent could feel that familiar excitement again, easily reading through Vant's mind every detail the fox was paying attention to. He couldn't hide a thing.
Without requiring much encouragement, Vant's paws slid along his ankles and pulled the sock off slowly. Every inch he would ease the sock off, his nose would slide along the foot just underneath. Sniffing and whimpering until only his toes were covered, Vant nuzzled up under them, restricting his air-supply to the toes and sock, and he sniffed as deep as his lungs could pull. Exhaling heavily, he let the sock fall to the floor and rubbed the foot along his nose again. He was panting hard and Brent could feel his excitement throbbing.
With a shift, Brent's other foot inched forward and his toes brushed along the top of the fox's length. The cock felt wet and hot against his foot, and, still stroking himself, he slid his foot across it with his sole, then wrapped his toes around the head and pressed down ever so slowly. Vant whimpered loudly, pressing the foot tighter to his face.
Brent chuckled, enjoying greatly how powerful of an effect his feet had on Vant, and this time squeezing the head just a bit with his toes, then sliding his foot up and down just once.
Unfortunately, if Brent had planned for any lengthy footjob, it wasn't going to happen now; He had underestimated just how much Vant liked feet... The moment that his toes had squeezed, Vant exploded; Tensing up entirely, gasping across the rabbits big foot, and moaning out long and low, hot spurts of cum splashing under Brent's toes.
Feeling the powerful orgasm through their connection, Brent pushed his foot down on top of Vant's cock and gasped, feeling himself on the edge of having a chain-orgasm with him, if not for resisting it with all his strength. Pulse after pulse of warm seed coated Brent's foot, and when both of them finally stopped panting, Brent let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.
"Wow Vant, you really like feet don't you?..." He wiped his forehead and smiled at the dreamy look on Vant's face. Vant's eyes had closed during his orgasm, and he looked calm and relaxed, but still nuzzling and sniffing at Brent's foot idly. Brent willed him to stop, then lifted the other foot up and presented it to him, watching as Vant began to lap up the mess without question.
When every last drop was licked up, Brent wanted to cum bad, his balls aching for release. He spread his legs a little and Vant obediently shifted closer, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking while Brent stroked himself off. Letting out a soft groan, Brent felt himself climax, moaning softly while watching Vant through half closed eyes. Vant was definitely so much better at sucking cock than the first time... he knew the perfect rhythm, and his muzzle, Brent imagined, was the best in the world.
Milking himself out into Vant's gentle sucks, he let himself go and watched Vant suck a few more times for any last drops, then he sat back on his haunches and gazed up at him.
Brent dressed himself hurriedly, then had Vant clean himself up and sit back down on the bench where he was since the beginning, and when the bell rang for the end of the period, he released his control while leaving the building. A pang of guilt was in him again, but he pushed it aside with difficulty.
**Present day...
Arriving at his next class, Brent was relieved to see Vant sitting, busy writing in his notebook. He took the seat next to the fox and sighed
"'Sup V."
Vant turned to smile at him, but before a word was spoken the teacher started speaking. Settling into the seat, he was about to pull out his books and begin work, but was surprised to see Vant still staring at him. Raising an eyebrow, he mouthed the words 'what?'
Vant had a very intrigued look on his face, then shook his head and whispered. "Your eyes are Blue."
Brent frowned, lost. The expression on Vant's face was odd, but apparently something had clicked in his head. The fox laughed a bit in disbelief, as though discovering something important.
"What are you talking about?" Brent lowered his voice so the teacher couldn't hear him, leaning closer to Vant.
"Nothing, just... They're blue. Brent..." Stress showed on Vant's face, then a defeated look, and he turned to look at the rabbit intently. "I think I've been dreaming about you..." Vant's words were strained.
Bottling up his guilt, Brent caught Vant's eyes and made the subtle connection. After a moment, he watched the expression soften. Without a word, Vant turned back to his work, seemed to notice it with surprise, and started writing.
Brent stared at his desk again, turning off the ability. His chest was tight with emotion and he felt close to tears.
I have to tell him sooner or later...