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Mystic Pleasure

Part 4

For HeruAnubisSolares

By Draconicon

Gazelle had been recommended the Mystic Springs Oasis by multiple people for taking in some inspiration for a new album. Her staff had recommended it, her security guards had recommended it, her dancers, her publicist, everyone. Yet, it had taken the recommendation of a rather obsessed fan of hers - a certain bull in the police force - to really sell her on it.

"It will change your life. It changed mine," he had admitted to her in private.

That had been good enough for the singer, and she'd scheduled a session there the very next day.

Of course, it was somewhat odd to be naked in front of so many other animals. She was used to having all eyes on her during her performances, yes, and even during her day to day life, but this felt different. More intense, in some ways, despite the fact that she didn't feel like she was desired that way. It felt more like she was being studied, taken in, observed in a way that she didn't entirely understand.

But she shook it off, standing with her legs shoulder-width apart in front of the guide that had also come highly recommended. Nangi closed her eyes and held her arms out to the side, the large elephant posing just like the various spiritual guides that often hired her to help advertise their services.

Of course, they weren't usually naked, and Nangi very much was. It was rather distracting, even though she was supposed to be meditating with her eyes closed. But how was anyone supposed to do that when there was so much to see, so much to experience here at the Mystic Springs? Gazelle kept opening one eye, looking around at both the Oasis itself and at the people in it. Everywhere she looked there was something new, either something pretty in the floral arrangements or something beautiful in the people assembled among them. Or at least, something very, very sexy.

She smiled, a little naughty pleasure running through her as she looked around. She was already idly imagining pulling off a naked concert. That was something that no Zootopian celebrity had done before, she was sure. And the idea of putting it on, of having all eyes on her body, sliding up her curves and heading up to her sex and her breasts, was enough to keep her heart racing.

Not very good for meditation, though. She was starting to turn her head again when the elephant's trunk reached out and caught her by the neck. A gentle squeeze, not quite hard enough to cut her air flow but enough to shock her, pulled her head back to the task at hand. Nangi smiled.

"Are you having difficulty focusing?" the elephant asked.

"Heh, maybe a little."

"Is it the nakedness?"

"Well, not mine."

"But the others?"

"I don't get to see naked males and females very often," the gazelle admitted, shrugging. "It's a joy to have the chance to see so many at once. I want to see everything."

"You will, but first, let's help you get centered."

"I guess..."

"Here. Sit with me."

The elephant lowered herself to the grass, patting her lap. Gazelle arched an eyebrow, but after a moment, took the invitation and sat herself on Nangi's thighs. It was a bit of a strange feeling, as she had so often allowed young ones to sit on her lap like this, but she supposed it made some sense. Nangi was the larger of the two of them, and it meant that she had something to focus on. Not much, admittedly, as there was still the strong scent of elephant and something else, but it was better than trying to pull her head together when she was distracted by all the visuals.

She closed her eyes again, letting herself be turned around, her head resting against the elephant's breasts. That was rather nice, even if they had to position her rather carefully to keep her horns from causing problems. She squirmed back and forth, trying to get her butt somewhere comfortable rather than just hanging down, but that was a bit of a futile effort. Their size difference meant that she sagged right into the space between Nangi's thighs, and settled there all too easily.

"Sorry," she muttered as she rested her hands on her knees.

"Don't apologize. This is good."

"Heh, if you're sure."

"I am very sure."

"Alright, so...what now?"

"Continue to focus on your breathing. We will begin the yoga part when you have mastered your breath."

That seemed easy enough, particularly with her guide counting out the cadence of their breathing. In, out, in, out, four seconds in, four seconds out. Gazelle was used to being conducted through breathing exercises, as that was part and parcel of being a singer, but this was something a little different. Not drastically so, but still somewhat. She focused on it, learning what she could as the breathing commands continued. In, out, in, out, focusing just on the breathing, letting the count direct her, letting time fade away as she just focused on the feeling of air going in and out.

The longer that the breathing exercises went on, the more relaxed she felt. Nothing else needed to matter at that moment, and she had to admit, each breath brought something else with it. There was a sense of her body relaxing, and yet, at the same time, feeling full of some sort of power, something that made her feel tight and quick, ready but not tense. Almost like some of her songs of the old ferals dancing through the woods, she supposed, with that power in her limbs.

It was a nice feeling. Very heady, very warm...very sensual.

Gazelle blushed slightly as she realized that her sex was starting to drip again, and this time, not just from the feeling of being naked and exposed. No, this was something different, something that felt more like some tease rather than just her exhibitionism. Each breath reminded her of the old times, the wild times, when her ancestors had roamed around, driven by the power of their feral instincts, pushed forward with the strength of their legs, showing off their curves and attracting -

She squirmed, almost feeling like something had stabbed between her legs, rubbing up and into her body just imagining it. The sensation of being phantom-fucked was rather surprising, and more than a little invasive. She started to sit up, only for the elephant's trunk to come down around her middle, trapping her in place. Even as she tried to pull herself free, her guide whispered to her.

"Quiet. Relax. This is part of it. Obey this as you obeyed me with your breathing."

"I'm...nnngh..."

"Just relax. It will pass. This is part of remembering."

"You swear?"

"It will pass."

Hoping that the elephant was right, she kept breathing. The sweet smell continued to invade her nostrils, and the more that she breathed in, the more that she obeyed the elephant's count, the more that she fell into that state of 'memory.'

In her own mind, she was on those plains again, her vision flicking from one open area to another, taking in the great expanse, knowing that it was hers, knowing that she was a queen upon the grassy plains, but knowing just as well that she could be taken down by those that were faster than her. She was exposed, she was vulnerable, and they could do more than merely eat her.

It was important to find someone that could protect her. Where that thought came from, she didn't know - it didn't feel like a thought of hers, as she had always protected herself - but it felt right. She breathed in again, and it felt even more correct.

Yes, a protector. A weak prey animal like herself needed someone to look after them, someone big, someone tall, someone with great presence and wisdom.

She breathed in again, getting wetter, getting more aroused despite herself. Something had moved between her legs -

No, no, that's just my imagination. Focus through it. Focus through it.

Gazelle forced herself to think of anything but the finger-like thing that was slowly working between her pussy lips, slowly forcing its way inside of her. She put it out of her mind, only listening to the count for her breathing.

"In."

And she breathed in the sweet air, holding it for the count of four.

"Out."

And then back out, slowly pushing her lungs down and empty for another count of four.

"In."

And the finger pushed in as she breathed in - it couldn't be real, couldn't be, she wasn't getting fingered in front of a crowd, that was just her imagination - and the sweet smell came with the breath, making it so easy for that finger to go in, so good to feel it even as it mortified her and aroused her by turns to imagine everyone else seeing her like this, seeing her being opened up.

"Out."

And the finger pulled out, curling up to make her gasp as she wheezed the air back out. It left her aching, wet, opening up for more, her legs trying to spread further despite herself. She had to be dripping now, dripping and oozing over the elephant's thighs. She would have to apologize -

"In."

And in again, that finger and her next breath at the same time. Was the finger thicker? Why? Why was she imagining this? What was -

"Out."

Was it speeding up? That wasn't a count of four, was it? No, no, it couldn't be, and yet, she was already obeying, huffing out whatever was in her lungs. She had barely emptied them - and the finger barely left her sex - before the next count came.

"In."

She breathed in, and it was definitely more than a finger. Not the feeling of a cock, but something different, something bigger, something that was already soothing her. She didn't feel as strong a need from that, didn't feel like she was going to burn up if she didn't soothe that part of her right then and there. Gazelle moaned out loud, her legs going limp, her head falling to the side.

"Yes...out..."

POP!

She finally opened her eyes at the sound of that 'pop,' looking down to see the elephant's trunk between her legs. The feeling, the sensation of that leathery limb pulling free of her was something so different to anything that she had ever used down there, but it was so hard for her to think. Thinking...thinking was like trying to push a boulder off when she was already crushed beneath it, trying to get her head out of the clouds when she was already pushed into outer space.

It was too much.

She was a gasping mess as Nangi lowered her to the ground, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed over. She tried to lift herself from the ground, but all she managed was a slight shift. All she could do was flop as the elephant stood over her, with all the others staring at her. They had a glazed-over look to their eyes, unforgiving, unsympathetic. They didn't care what was happening to her, and at that moment, quite frankly, neither did she. It felt too good, too relaxing, too sexy.

She wheezed for air, the sweet smell getting stronger as the elephant stood over her rather than merely supported her. What was it? Why couldn't she think of what it was?

"Get the machines. The masks. Everything."

Nangi's orders sent the crowd running. Out of the corner of her eye, Gazelle could just make out a few that looked half-familiar. One dancer among the crowd. A couple of old clients. Bogo?

Yes, he was there, and he was carrying some sort of fucking machine out of the corner, something that looked utterly depraved and debauched. It would do so much to her, despite her best wishes otherwise.

And she wanted it.

She was ashamed, but she wanted it. Like some prey animal that had been caught, she wanted to have that putting her to use. She wanted to have someone take her and show her what it meant when someone managed to catch prey like her. She wanted to be broken in, to enjoy things that others wanted to do to her. Oh, just the thought alone had her dripping to the grass below.

And then, Nangi loomed over her. The elephant put one foot on either side of her face, and slowly lowered herself down. The sight of that pulsing, dripping sex over her, surrounded by folds of soft flesh, left her gasping already. The sweet smell turned into a sweet taste, even before Nangi reached her face. She opened her mouth wide, and the elephant guru sat down, pressing firmly against her lips, against her cheeks, and she had her first taste of that dripping ooze on her tongue.

"AH!"

She moaned out loud, cumming, squirting hands-free as she tasted the dripping 'flower' between the elephant's legs. Her body spasmed from head to toe as the orgasm rocked her, her nipples standing out hard and proud through her fur, her pussy dripping after the first squirt.

"Breathe the flower. Be a Howler," she heard.

She breathed, and she howled.

It was a weak howl, of course, as she was pinned beneath someone massively larger than she was, but that didn't stop it from being a genuine howl of pleasure. She arched her back, as much as she could while being sat on, and someone shoved a cushion under her back, then another, lifting her hips from the grass. Someone else grabbed her legs, pulling them apart, adding straps to her ankles to keep her from closing them.

"Nnnngh..."

"Breathe the flower."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

Gazelle had never turned down a good time, but there was some tiny part of her that believed that this would have been a good time to give it a shot for once. Just this once, have a little common sense and not throw herself into something that she couldn't get out of. Try everything was not such a good motto if it made you do something that stupid. Surely it had limits.

But not for her. Not right then. And not when she was under the control of someone that was pushing her buttons that well.

She breathed in -

"MMMMMMMPH!"

And immediately howled against the fleshy, musky pussy right over her head. She screamed against it, cumming and flailing in the limited ways that her body could when she was flying on cloud nine. She came, squirting against the ground, her legs cramping, her arms tensing up, her entire body shaking and trembling from head to hoof.

It just didn't stop, either, the pleasure all but constant, hitting and growing and then surging to a full orgasm before crashing down again. It never dropped enough to let her get back to thinking, never let her stop shaking and panting and squirting. All she did was cum, cum, cum, and between the orgasms, she licked the pussy of the elephant that was putting her through all that pleasure.

She was a wreck by the time that she felt the first touch of a toy between her legs, the machine set up to break her. The gazelle wanted to beg them to stop, to let her recover. She wanted to beg them to keep going, to keep her from ever thinking again.

She was balanced on the knife edge when the machine turned on and kicked her over it.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!"

As the rubber toy slammed into her, opening her up in a way that she'd never felt before, not even with her dancers, the frenzy of orgasms kicked up even further. She had been getting off once per minute, but now, that was even worse. The thrusting hit her, went deep inside of her, and the constant flood of the fumes and juices running down her throat made everything so much more sensitive, so much more powerful and attuned to the sexual urges that were running through her.

One orgasm per minute? No. One orgasm every ten seconds.

Nangi sat down on her more firmly, holding her down against the grass. The machine pounded her, sliding that thing in and out of her, in and out, faster, harder than any living being could have managed. The frantic, frenzied pace of the machine was impossible for any living animal to match, and more than any living being should have been able to take. She lost the ability to speak, and shortly after, she lost the capability of staying conscious. Her eyes closed, and stayed closed.

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When Gazelle opened her eyes again, she was hanging from padded ropes. Her legs dangled in chains, too, just off the floor. All around her were other animals in gas masks, each one connected by a hose to something that she couldn't see. Their eyes were blurred, but just by bodies, she knew a few.

Officer Hopps, she thought, looking down at the bunny that was adjusting her leg shackles.

Chief Bogo, she thought, looking at the bovine at her side who was fondling her ass, and -

"Nnngh!"

She spasmed slightly as he pushed a metal plug past her rim, opening her up further again, making her asshole clench around it and feel the weight of the metal thing dragging at her rim. Oh, gods, this was beyond the pale. She struggled to keep her head clear, but it was all but impossible.

There, around all the other animals, at the far end of the room, was Nangi. The elephant squatted over a tube that was slowly puffing something up between her legs. It was purple, thick and -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

Gazelle got a scant breath of it, and it was nearly enough to make her squirm in climax right then and there. She bit her lips, keeping the moans from getting stronger, but it didn't make her situation any easier.

The elephant looked up and smiled.

"So, you wake."

"Mmmph...ah...what...what did you do to me?"

"Your body is broken."

"Ah...no...please..."

"Your mind is shattered."

"I can't...you can't do this..."

"I have. And I will finish the job."

"Nngh...let me go...let me go, and nobody has to know about this."

"Nobody will know about this. No more than I allow you to say."

Nangi stood up slowly, and the fumes from the tube between her legs continued for a moment before disappearing. The sweet smell cut off, and as Gazelle looked around the room, she saw the glowing containers. Each of them swirled with those fumes, but through it, she could see the flowers that had tormented the city so recently, and knew what was happening to her.

"Nighthowler..."

"Yes. Processed through me. Bit by bit, the city learns what it needed to know all along. We are animals, and animals need someone that can guide them, that can give them the wisdom they need to live their lives properly. They will find it through me. And you will find your inspiration through me and service under me."

"You...you can't..."

"I already have."

Nangi lifted her trunk, and the fumes wafted out through the end in a cloud of purple around Gazelle's face. She arched her back, dripping like mad as she came again down her thighs, splatting against the ground from the sheer pleasure that followed after. She couldn't stop herself.

She almost didn't want to stop herself.

"Your body is broken. Your mind is shattered. I will fix you," Nangi said.

"Just...just let me..."

"You can not stop now. Your body is already addicted. You can only ease that through me."

A little whimper escaped her, and she groaned as the scent and the plug under her tail and everything else kept her right on the edge of another climax. She could feel the urge, the desperate wetness between her thighs, the hunger to get off again and again and again, but there was no way for her to touch herself, nor any way for her to push and find out if Nangi was telling her the truth.

If she was, Gazelle could already see the lingering madness that was on the edge of her consciousness. If she was pushed like that, if she was made to hold off, to not get the satisfaction that she was addicted to, she didn't know how long she would be able to keep from going feral. She...she needed what Nangi had to offer, she realized. She needed whatever the elephant could give her.

"What...what do you want from me?" she whispered.

"I want you to do what you are told."

"I will," Gazelle promised.

"I want you to lure others here."

"I will."

"And I want you to use your music to shape all others in Zootopia to what I know they should be."

"I will," she said, already feeling the addiction between her legs, the hunger, the lusts. They needed to be sated, needed whatever cure Nangi had for her. "Please...please...just let me have -"

"Mask."

Nangi held out her hand, and one of her followers placed a gas mask in her palm. It was already molded for her face, Gazelle realized. This was something that Nangi had been planning for who knew how long, and now, she could finally deliver on it.

The sight of the dark rubber approaching her face felt like some sort of death trap, something that any prey would know to run from. She knew, she knew, she knew that the moment it pressed to her face, she would be trapped, unable to run, unable to flee. It would push her into a corner that she could never escape, from which she would be molded into something that could never, ever defy Nangi and her desires. But how could she fight against something like this?

The simple answer was, she couldn't. No flexibility in the chains, no way to do anything but drag her head left and right for a few seconds, meant that she was doomed from the start. So, she went to her end with dignity. She lifted her head, and allowed the elephant to place the mask.

The first breath through the filter hit her just as hard as being sat on had, and she arched her back, clenching her asshole around the plug inside her with all the force of someone getting fucked for the first time. She threw her head back, she screamed, she did everything but beg to be filled right then and there. Her body thrashed against the chains and restraints, her legs kicking and causing the chains to clatter, her back arched and thrust her chest forward only for the cultists around the elephant to grab them and start tweaking her nipples, pulling on the little hard points and making her lusts that much worse. She screamed and whimpered and it did nothing to help her.

Only Nangi could help her.

Only Nangi could take this need away.

As the elephant stared into her eyes through the goggles of the gas mask, Gazelle watched her mistress's trunk dip down. She felt it, the leathery thing rubbing against her thighs, pressing up between them to find her clit. Her back arched, her hips thrust forward as much as they were able, and she felt the gentle rubbing, the soft ridges of the leathery trunk-flesh rubbing against her pussy.

It was good. So much better than good.

She thrust and ground against it, unable to stop herself as her pleasure continued to climb, getting stronger by the second. She moaned, huffing more of the drug through the gas mask, unable to stop. The hands all over her body were making it even better, groping her, fondling her, admiring her. It was like being on stage again, as if that part of her life had never stopped. Would never stop.

The elephant leaned in, and Nangi whispered to her.

"You will obey."

"Mmmph..."

"Breathe the flower."

And she breathed in, taking the gasses and the fumes in as far as they would go. They saturated her, filled her to the brim, and she felt like she was on the precipice of the orgasm that really would break her. She didn't know if she would be able to come back from this one, if there would be anything of the old Gazelle left after she was forced over this edge. She didn't know if she wanted there to be anyone left after this.

"Be a Howler."

"Mmmmph..."

"Sing for me."

"Ah...ah..."

"You will sing for me...as I command..."

"Mmmph..."

"You will do what I command...you will entice others to me...show them where they belong..."

"Yes..."

"You will be my Howler."

"YES!"

She was lost to the fumes, to the pleasure. She didn't even hear what was being said anymore, just that it was something she had to do. The feral part of her mind had kicked in completely, unable to differentiate commands from instinct any longer. She thrust her hips forward again and again, trying to get that little bit more pleasure from the trunk, knowing it could get her off, knowing it could make her cum her brains out. No more thought, just obedience, just giving in.

Then, Nangi pushed it up.

The feeling of the broad tip of that trunk forcing its way between her thighs was enough. Gazelle squeezed her thighs together, trapping the trunk in place, her inner walls squeezing around it as she came. As the tremors rocked her, as she pulsed and squirted and lost control completely, she felt her thoughts fading, her mind drifting off, going somewhere that it would never return from. It faded, her thoughts going with it, and soon, her mind was completely and utterly blank.

Save for Nangi's words, of course.

"You are mine."

I am yours.

"You are my singer."

I am your singer.

"You will say what I command you to say."

I will say what you command me to say.

"You are my vessel."

I am your vessel.

"Let me fill you."

I will let you fill me...

Less than two weeks later, Gazelle's latest hit single was broadcast all across Zootopia. It was a marvel, a wonder, and everyone was talking about it, and not just because of the music, either.

Nangi watched the show from her office in the Mystic Springs. She seldom watched television anymore, but this was a big moment, something that she had been building up to for weeks. The conversion of Officer Hopps had been a major coup, but through her, she had managed to get her hands on the other hero of the city, one Nick Wilde. Bogo, Friedkin, and then, finally, Gazelle. She had her foundation, and now, she had her celebrity to sell it to the city.

The music video began to play. It started with a series of beads, no different from any other, only these ones opened onto the fountain at the oasis. Back-up dancers in skimpy clothes danced around the fountain to the beat of the pop song playing in the background, and it got louder and louder, reaching a crescendo just as the plumes of water from the fountain blasted to the sky.

Through the fountain's waters, Gazelle stepped into view. She was naked, though clever camera work kept that from being immodest for the city's broadcast of the video. The singer danced and spun, exposing her ass cheeks, the sides of her breasts, and very nearly her pussy, but the plumes of water and other bits of positioning kept it from going past the point of being unacceptable for the average viewer. It was, however, her most flagrantly sexual video to date.

And through it all, she was singing a new version of 'Try Everything'. They hadn't had the chance to completely write a new song for the advertisement of the Mystic Springs, but a remix of her most famous song would do well enough, particularly with the background and the different tones in it. Nangi nodded, tapping her finger to the beat as she enjoyed the show.

But even more, she enjoyed imagining what everyone else would be thinking seeing her like that. Gazelle's image was going to change, and there would come a time where her new, more sexual nature would turn off some of the market, but for the moment, Nangi had the perfect mouthpiece to get her advertisement out there. She would have other people flocking to the Oasis, desperate, curious to see what the lessons were like, what Gazelle could have learned there to make her into a nudist that showed herself off so well.

Particularly as the music video hit its climax. Gazelle straddled one of the water jets, and came dangerously close to actually showing off her sex in the process. Only the water splatter that was so close to what she'd get from a sybian machine kept it from actually being immodest, indecent, and it was clear to anyone watching that the gazelle was getting off even as she hit those high notes right at the end of the song.

She remembered Gazelle almost tumbling over at that point when they had filmed it, but the official broadcast showed her standing tall and proud as she was molested by the water. The song echoed out into the fade-out, and Nangi turned off the television.

That should do it. Tomorrow, she was sure, there'd be many times the visitors that she usually had. She'd have to make sure that some of her regulars, her followers and students, stayed home so that there would be room for those that were new. Not all of them, as she'd need help to ensure that nobody found things that they weren't supposed to, but...

Yes. Tomorrow would be good. Very good indeed.

The End

Summary: Gazelle is completely broken by Nangi's power, and Nangi makes her into a proper tool.

Tags: F/F, Hypnosis, Nighthowler, Zootopia, Rule 34, Nangi, Gazelle, Bondage, Face-Sitting, Face Sitting, Facesitting, Fucking Machine, Vaginal, Cunnilingus, Forced Orgasm, Breaking, Orgasm, Cum, Squirting, Trunk Play, Butt Plug, Exhibitionism, Nudity, Mystic Springs Oasis, Series,