Fox-ish Hypnosis

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Forced Submission to Him

He should have asked permission. Oh, but where would the fun have been in that? Silver smirked, the silver-furred (who would have guessed that?) fox smirking as he flicked the pendant pendulously before his seated victim. In the living room of his house, the stallion on the sofa - the horse had probably thought he'd scored. Yet Silver had found that horses were one of the easiest species to lure back to his place, perhaps due to their somewhat slow nature. At least, that was how he saw it.

And what else did a fox with a penchant for hypnosis care about?

"Errr..."

The bay horse was dumb, though he was cuter when he was slack-jawed, eyes falling the swing of the pendulum before him. Already, his cock was half-hard and wanting. The horse was a beauty, with a long, flowing black mane that spilt down his neck, his tail trying to flick back and forth even as he sat there. If he was a draft horse, he had had his feather, which would usually drape around his fetlocks above his hooves, shaved clean off, giving him a sharp, proper look.

"Mmmph..."

The stallion tipped forward as Silver swung the pendulum, though he kept the sway of it gentle, rhythmic. It was merely a point on which to focus, something that he could use to guide his power, even if hypnosis meant that, of course, he could not force the horse to do anything that he really would not have done normally.

Against his will in the moment, having sex while he was not aware of what he was consenting to? Oh, absolutely!

That was what Silver liked about it. He could play, he could toy. It didn't matter that the stallion was a good head and shoulders taller than him, that he strictly dwarfed him. It was Silver, the vulpine, who had control regardless of anything else.

The power was intoxicating, so very much so that he quivered in place, his tail stiffer and raised, almost as if he was trying to signal, bodily, that he was dominant too. That should have been a given, but instincts that had been leftover in furries for centuries and beyond were not always so easy to repress.

He didn't mind that. While the horse was dumb, staring, his cock swelling to full mast, he was the master. He was in control. He had everything he wanted right there before him and could take it as he pleased.

"Now..." Silver whispered in a silken tongue. "Tell me your name."

The stallion blinked, nostrils fluttering softly. With a spot of pink on his nose where there was no pigment in the skin, it stretched up into a white blaze streaking up between his eyes to the centre of his forehead.

"Matt."

"Matt..." Silver tried the name out on his tongue. "A lovely name for a lovely slut... How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"What's your sexuality?"

"Bisexual."

Silver chuckled throatily. Oh, it was perfect, too perfect...but the moment was one that only needed to be between him and the stallion, the poor brute.

"That's lovely, Matt... But come here. On your knees, get your cock in your paw now..."

As the horse slipped down into position in the middle of Silver's living room, his hard length bobbed into his own paw, closing his fingers around it as if it was a practised motion, one that he had done many times before. The fox murmured softly to himself, enjoying the thought of the horse jacking off. It didn't matter that he had a name for him: to Silver, he was just going to be a stallion that he fucked for a night and never had to see again. It didn't have to be any more than that.

It was not as if the stallion, after all, would remember anything at all after Silver was done with him. The fox could have him remember it, of course, but he preferred to trance those that he wanted to take to bed with him and let them slip away, none the wiser. Sometimes he left them with a cum stain or two to wonder what they had done the night before, but he didn't want his fun to be spoiled by someone who was not a good sport about it.

The pendant closed into his paw, the fox holding Matt's eyes. The horse stared back, spellbound.

"Right... Stroke yourself. Show me how much you want this."

Matt may not have known what he wanted, but there was still something in him, of course, that made him want sexual interaction. Hypnosis had its limits, which Silver was well aware of. He could not, of course, force someone who was straight to be gay. He could, however, persuade someone to try it out if they had already been thinking about it, even if they had only been with straight partners of the opposite sex before.

It was flexible. The rules of hypnosis could be bent, but they could not be broken. Silver had learned well enough how to work with them, groaning softly, enjoying the show, the horse's paw moving up and down, his skin sliding over his firm rod of flesh. Even the medial ring pulled slightly as the stallion's large paw moved over it, the tip flatter than what the fox boasted.

"Mmm, that's a good pony," Silver breathed. "Let me enjoy the show."

Though the fox had more in mind than simply enjoying the show, he wanted to watch the stallion, how those glazed, shiny eyes looked up at him. Even down on his knees, the horse came up to just below his chest, a little shorter in the thigh than Silver might have liked. But he was not picky with his partners, as long as he got the pleasure of hypnosis, of control, the dominance that kept him hungry, always coming back for more.

He moaned, enjoying it, licking his lips. Why should he not enjoy it, after all, as much as he was? It was too hot, too erotic, to take that dominant paw, sliding down his jeans to free his own erection. Silver, of course, had not bothered wearing underwear when he knew that he'd be bringing someone home that night, his hard length of fox meat sliding out, already engorged from his small sheath. He was not as large as a horse, of course, but that was nothing bad, nothing at all, only a difference between them.

It was not about size... It was still very much about what a guy did with that cock that mattered. At least to Silver.

"Stroke it, baby," Silver hissed, getting into it as his tail flicked urgently. "Harder. I want to see your dick throbbing."

The horse nodded, moaning softly. That was good to see too, seeing him get into it. It meant that there was no way that the hypnosis would slip, though that was not something that had happened to Silver for many years. He knew his limits, he knew the constraints, he knew what he wanted.

And Silver always got what he wanted.

He moaned, the horse grunting, clasping his dick, his paw moving more and more swiftly as his flare grew. He was close, Silver knew that, but he had to tell him not to cum, holding him back. It was hotter that way, better that way, leaving him with the commanding paw.

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