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Hypnosis after the rain, by AnotherAperson

"Damn, you're soaked. Are you alright? You look exhausted," said Ben.

The snake walked up the hallway and took the bag from my hands before I could drop it. I wasn't sure how to answer his question. I was indeed soaked, drenched even. It had been showering all the way here, and even as I first left hours ago on my way to the meeting, the rain had gone on and on.

My coat worked fine, and along with an umbrella, I imagined it would be enough to keep me dry, but I hadn't considered the wind at all. It simply tugged the umbrella out of the way, rendering it useless half the time. The thing seemed to have had a will of its own, often pulling me with the wind away from where I was headed, and into other unlucky walkers. I gave up eventually and put it away.

My coat and fur-coat hung limply on my body and dripped a puddle where I stood. I just gaped at Ben as he eased the coat from the shoulders and took it away. He didn't seem to mind the water at all.

"Erm," I said, pulling my shoes off my feet and tossing them to the door. I resisted the urge to shake off the excess water as Ben brushed past to pick them up. Suddenly I felt guilty about letting him treat me like this; he'd been working throughout the day too, and made dinner, judging from the smell wafting from further inside the house.

"I'm okay; I think."

I followed Ben back to the kitchen, where he'd been dicing away at an onion.

Despite being Ben's housemate for over a year, I was always still blown away by his figure. His hairless, scaly body didn't hide any of his lithe features and curves. He had a smaller upper half, with a wide, cobra-style neck that traced down to his large hips and tail that acted almost as a third leg. Though Ben denied it, I imagined him being able to move around on the thing without his legs. His whole body seemed to sit on it as he stood, pushing the messed vegetables into a pot.

"And how are you?"

He didn't respond until I drew my eyes away from the pot and its vegetables and up towards his face. His features were all relaxed and drawn into a natural smile. It was his eyes, though; they caught my breath for a moment. Everything seemed to slow down and undulate around me as he focused on me. His piercing, deep, deep blue--

"Better than you, it seems. I only had a few clients today, and I only got a little wet, unlike you."

I smiled, then frowned. A touch of jealousy pulled within me, and I wasn't sure why. He was a professional hypnotherapist: of course, he's going to see clients. 'But why would he be wet?' I thought. It made me uncomfortable, so I cleared my throat.

"Only a little bit?"

"Yeah, you know," he said, smirking. He put the knife down, then slapped his ass, causing it to jiggle. I gaped down at it. It wobbled for a second longer than I imagined it should before it came to a stop. 'Damn, I never knew he was so--' I didn't finish the thought. I brought my eyes back up to his, which now felt even warmer than before.

"B-ben!" I stammered out, surprising myself. I usually didn't care so much about his flirtatious behaviour. In fact, I often revelled in it, as all good friends do, right? The rain had put me in a strange mood. I shook my head off it.

"Hey, I told you not to shake off the water."

I spread my hands out and stuttered out.

"I wasn't!"

"You were," tittered Ben. He went back to his onions for a moment.

I found I couldn't look at him without getting even more flustered. I felt exposed under his gaze, and the sad state of my fur wasn't helping. It hung down my body, turning my face sour, and the constant water loss created puddles wherever I stood. Plus, the whole thing felt terrible; I felt so heavy and cold with it.

I decided that I would question Ben about his wetness later. I sighed and turned towards my room. 'Maybe some "personal-attention time" might help?' I could only hope.

"Wait a second, Dani," blurted out Ben.

I stopped and turned, but kept my eyes on his tail that swung back and forth slowly. I heard the clatter of a knife, and then he was walking towards me. He ran his hand along my side, while with his other hand he cupped my face. I felt myself blushing at the gesture, but still couldn't face him.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I obeyed, and gazed up his snout only inches in front of my own. His pupils settled on me, and I felt that warmth again, seeping into all the corners of my world, and it lulled me. I gazed wide-eyed back at him, felt his hand against the fur of my cheek. I could smell the vague impression of onions there.

"What is it?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew what he was concerned about.

"Dani, are you sure you're alright?"

I sighed, and tried looking away, but he cupped the other side of my face with his hand. I sank back into his eyes and tried to speak.

"I... no; it's been a really, really long day, even without the rain. I feel exhausted..."

I tried thinking of something to say, but nothing more came.

"I... I."

'It's his eyes', I reckoned, unable to get past the first syllable. 'There is something about his eyes.'

"Oh, Dani, you should have told me straight away. I care about you a lot, you know."

He rubbed my face in small motions, and I felt my eyes drooping closed. Behind me, my tail began to wag, sending drops flying. I nodded to his question and focused back on his eyes. There was something about them, something that--

"Let me look after you for tonight. Or for as long as it takes for you to feel better. I don't like seeing you this way. You're usually so full of life."

"I know, I know," I sighed back, "but you don't have to, really. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow."

Ben drew his hands away from my face and rubbed my shoulders instead. With his temporary support of my head gone, I imagined it would fall off my shoulders and roll along the floor, but that didn't happen. I focused on the feeling of his onion-smelling hands on my arms.

"I insist," he said, moving back to the chopping board.

"I've done a lot of hypnosis on patients today, but I think you deserve some too, for being such a good boy."

The last line felt weird to me. 'A good boy? He's never called me that before?' I frowned, confused but happy at the statement. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Not that I had a choice; once Ben made up his mind on something, he wouldn't change. He was back to dicing his vegetables.

"Get a quick shower, then come down for soup in the lounge. I can help you feel better then."

"B--but, I've already showered--" I gestured at the window-- "out there."

"That's not a proper wash."

"I feel clean enough"

"Not enough for me, though; it stinks of wet dog in here."

I grumbled at the comment, dreading having to get wet again, before trudging up the stairs to the shower.

'If Ben thinks I stink, I'll have to get clean,' I reasoned. I thought about his eyes as the water cascaded down my body, and like many nights and days before, I felt myself becoming erect.

After towelling myself down, I walked downstairs in a fresh pair of pyjamas, along with a hint of spray to appease Ben. I found him sitting on the sofa, lounging back and browsing channels on the television. A large bowl of soup and a plate of sliced bread steamed up in front of him from the coffee table. He smiled up at me when he noticed me gaping.

"Come sit down, Dani, your dinner's getting cold."

I took a seat next to him, and reached for the food, but he stopped me with his arm.

"Sorry, is that one not mine?" I asked.

Ben reached over and pushed my chest back until I was lying back against the sofa. He moved his hands upwards, and pulled at the tufts on my face, making me blush.

"No, it's our bowl. Now relax; I'm going to feed it to you, so you don't have to... You smell nice, by the way."

He tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into the soup, getting a large wallop of the stuff. I was still too stunned to say anything as he lifted it to my lips. I let him push the food onto my tongue, and I took a bite, letting the wave of flavours rolls over me.

"Is it good?"

I couldn't say how incredible it felt, even if my mouth wasn't full, so I just hummed out enthusiastically, and let my wagging tail speak for itself.

Though, If I did have to describe it, it felt like an explosion of fresh, natural flavours all at once, with a slight hint of onion under it all. I'm not sure why that stuck with me then. All I knew was that Ben could be an amazing cook and roommate when he chose to be.

He took another bite from the same bread before he dipped it again and offered it to me. I took a bite and let out a sigh of pleasure from it. I licked my lips and waited for him to feed me another.

"So, do you want to talk about today?"

"Well, honestly..."

His eyes settled on mine, and that feeling of sinking deep into a bed hit me again. I slurred the last word, then told him I didn't want to talk about it. He smiled and pressed a spoonful to my lips. At some point we must have finished the bread, though I don't remember when.

"That's okay. This is nice, don't you think?"

I nodded and hummed as I chewed. We ate the rest of the meal in silence, and then he flipped on the television to a strange channel I haven't seen before. Swirling eyes moved across the screen and seemed to whisper to me as I waited.

Ben stood up and took the plates away, while I sat and focused on the screen. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I didn't lean forward. Ben wanted me to relax, so I just watched the eyes, letting my mind go blank.

Ben reappeared a few minutes later and turned off the television. My head slowly followed him as he sat next to me and nuzzled against my shoulder. He ran his arm across my back and rested his head in the crook of my neck. Despite being without fur, he was surprisingly warm.

"Dani, I'm so glad I'm here with you, that I get to share this home with you. Do you like it as well?"

My tongue felt like cement in my mouth, and it was hard to even keep my eyes open under the warm, calming aura of the room. Still, I managed to get the words out with some difficulty.

"Home is where you are, Ben. I... I really like you, Ben. You're so good-looking... And so good at cooking; I liked the soup."

Ben laughed, though, now he was the one getting flustered. He rubbed his arm along my back and moved us into a side-on hug. It was nice, and I wanted to pass out then and there.

"You like my cooking?"

"I love your cooking."

I turned my head and kissed Ben on the cheek, causing him to giggle. He kissed me back and continued to snicker. I wasn't sure what he found funny. It all felt so natural and right to me. I let my eyes drift closed.

"Don't go to sleep now, Dani. I still want to hypnotise you--" Ben stood up from the sofa and patted the empty space--" Now, lie down lengthwise, and try to stay awake."

I blinked, and I was lying down, gazing up at the snake as he sat directly on my crotch. The pressure made me whimper, but his smile reassured me. And his eyes, those deep, beautiful--

"Right, no thoughts now, Dani. You are just going to listen to my voice and do as I say. There's no need for thoughts. You will not think, and you will do as I say. You will not think, and you will do as I say. Good boy.

"Those were the first two rules. Now, here's the third rule: you will not cum at all until I tell you to. No matter how much you want to, no matter how I touch and play with you, you will not cum. Even now, as I pull out and play with it, you won't cum at all, you'll wait until I tell you. Now, knowing you won't cum, I'm going to give it a lick, and put it in my mouth. Like this...

"Hmm, good boy. No thoughts: just relax and listen to my voice, and do exactly as I say. You feel so heavy. All the stress you've felt runs like water, shaking off your coat; running off your umbrella and running down the drain-- gone. You feel light and empty, empty except for my words.

"There is a pressure, though, down there. You feel yourself getting erect-- yes, even more erect. And you will, because I told you to... There we go; good boy.

"Now when I say, you are going to orgasm and empty your balls all over yourself, you understand. You feel the pressure rising, and a need. An insatiable need is building; the insatiable need to release all over yourself when I let you. Just stay hard and be a good boy... Good boy. Now, cum!

"Look how thick it is. Did that feel nice? Good. Now, listen to my voice again. You can feel the pressure building, and... Cum! Good boy! Just focus on my words, and cum! Cum! Cum!"

...

Awaking felt like the rolling of a boulder up a hill: the sudden freedom of my shoulders as the stone fell behind and disappeared. I cracked open an eye to find myself on the sofa. I craned my neck and saw the living room that was dark except for the fire reduced to glowing ashes. It felt peaceful, and I closed my eyes again. And that's when I felt breathing against my neck.

Ben had fallen asleep too; he had collapsed over me, and now I was holding him.

'We're cuddling?' I thought to myself, running my hand up the snake's body. It felt awkward being this close to him, to feel the curves of his body pressed against my own. He still managed to smell nice, too, though I wasn't getting his morning breath against me.

Speaking of which, I had no idea what time it could possibly be. I felt I had slept one hundred years like this, but it couldn't have been more than a few hours. The fire still burnt across from me.

I knew I could reach and get my phone from my pocket, if only Ben wasn't pressed over me. I would probably wake him if I tried to grab it. So, instead, I closed my eyes and ran my one hand along his back, following the bones of his back as they smoothed out into muscle at the base of his tail. Then back up again, just feeling the smooth scales beneath his shirt.

My pants felt damp. I gasped and glanced down, but couldn't see anything in the dark. Ben mumbled and cracked open an eye. He was smirking at my shocked face.

"Morning, stinky," he mumbled.

"M-morning," I stuttered back, my brain still tripping over itself. My first thought was that I had peed myself, but that wasn't the case; _'I would have noticed it immediately. Besides, that hadn't happened in over a decade.'_The thought didn't ease the panic at all.

"Shit," I gasped, realising what it was. For some reason, of all the nights, this was the one I would have a wet-dream. I rolled Ben off me to the side and wobbled towards the door.

"Wait! Dani."

He followed me as I crab-walked away. The feeling of all the dried semen in my clothing felt terrible, and the dried stuff kept making loud cracking noises as I moved. I kept my hand over my stained crotch as he caught up behind me.

"Do you feel alright? Did you feel any better? After yesterday?"

I wanted to just get away and shower, but his question made me stop and think. I couldn't remember much about yesterday at all. Just a calm feeling, like waves on a beach pulling everything away: all my worries dragged up and forgotten at sea.

I shrugged, unable to formulate any more words, or even look at the snake. I felt myself blushing again, and hobbled towards my bedroom.

"Dani."

For some reason, his words cut deep, and reverberated around my skull with a heavy weight. I stopped and turned again towards Ben. I focused on his feet as he spoke.

"Look at my eyes."

I felt the warm ocean swallow me, and despite the awkwardness, I smiled. I stood and grinned at him like an idiot, while he smiled back.

A thought appeared and latched onto my brain, instantly obvious the longer I thought about it. The wet-dream wasn't random at all; it happened because of Ben.

He spoke to me, and once again everything seemed to fade away.