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"As you can see, our subject has been placed in a state of deep sleep. His mind is extremely focused on the sound of my voice, but right now he is probably not even aware of what I'm saying. It's the cadence and rhythm of my words that keeps him there, in the state of trance. In this place, he is extremely suggestible and most likely to comply with any suggestions we give him." Xavier turned to the crowd that had gathered around, a knowing grin on his face as his hand rested on Slate's relaxed shoulder. "So, any ideas for this handsome yeen boy, guys?"

It hadn't taken long for the attention of all attendants to turn to the hypnotist. Xavier knew he used to have that effect in parties - sometimes, not right away, but it ended up happening all the same. As soon as a particularly bored-looking raccoon had noticed one of his friends had been hypnotized by the imposing gator, the most natural reaction had been to tell all his friends in order to see.

Now, the small circle of people surrounded Xavier and Slate, who rested with eyes closed under the firm grip of the gator's hand.

"Uh, I know this is silly, but..." someone began, a vixen who Xavier only knew by sight. "Can you make him believe he is a chicken or is that something you only see like, in movies?"

The gator chuckled. Well, I'm a sucker for the classics after all, he thought, wondering which way would be the best to pull that one out. Shooting commands while the crowd watched felt a bit unoriginal at the moment.

"I'm thinking," he said, after a few seconds, "we'll have much more fun if we do this together. So here's what's gonna happen." He turned to the hypnotized hyena again. "Slate, I'm talking to you now. In a moment, you're going to wake up and feel completely aware. You won't remember going into trance for me or this conversation we're having right now. However, the most interesting thing is going to happen - whenever someone snaps their fingers, you'll find yourself naturally believing and following the words that come afterwards. Whenever you hear the sound of a snap, you'll do what you're told automatically and without thought. Of course, if it's something that could potentially harm you, you'll let that one slip and you won't have to obey. Do you understand, Slate?"

There was the faintest nod coming from the hyena. Someone chuckled in the crowd and Xavier's grin widened, infected by their enthusiasm.

"Alright then." He patted his subject's shoulder gently. "Wide awake now."

It took Slate a few seconds to fully recover. His eyes opened heavily at first, then his neck seemed to regain some strength and his head rose up from his chest in slow motion. As the crowd around him watched intently, the hyena's gaze moved from one to another.

"What?" he asked, a noticeable undertone of anger coming from his growly voice. It was obvious that the hyena was beginning to feel increasingly embarrassed. "What are you guys looking at?"

Xavier's gaze moved to the vixen that had spoken, as if inviting her to try the trigger out. However, she seemed hesitant for a few seconds, and in the end it was the raccoon next to her who took a step towards the hyena and snapped his fingers. As if he needed to get that close for the snap to be heard, Xavier thought.

"You... you're a chicken now!" the raccoon said bluntly. It seemed he didn't like being the recipient of all the attention in the room, so he quickly moved back to mingle with the others. It wasn't like anyone was paying attention to him now - not when the show in front of them was so good.

As soon as Slate had heard the snap, his body had tensed momentarily as if pushed by an invisible button - then, all of a sudden, it relaxed and he crouched on the floor. The hyena brought his fists to his chest, moving his elbows up and down as if they were wings. It didn't take long for him to begin clucking loudly as he moved in circles, apparently confused.

The reaction to the snap was met with laughter and a bunch of surprised gasps. Xavier knew, because he'd been there many times before, that most of them hadn't actually believed the hyena was going to do what they asked him. He had a feeling that, now that their eyes had been opened to the possibilities, some previously passive witnesses were having plenty of interesting ideas.

"Okay," the vixen said, recovering from a particularly strong burst of laughter. She snapped her fingers at the hyena and said, "Let's try this - you're a dog now."

"Wroof?" Slate asked, tilting his head and looking back at him. His tail wagged happily back and forth at his back.

There was another round of chuckles, except for a grumpy-looking Labrador in the first row who didn't look very happy.

"Oh my God, it really works!" the vixen exclaimed, as Slate walked around on all fours. She wiped her fingers on her jumper as if she was scared of them holding some kind of invisible, mysterious power. "At first I thought you guys were tricking me."

"Enough with the dog shaming," the Labrador said then, with a frown.

It was obvious that he didn't mean it, and Xavier wondered if that whole demeanor was simply a façade, but he was curious to see what he had in mind anyway. The Labrador walked towards Slate, who remained on the floor and looked at him happily with his tongue lolling out.

"Bark!"

"Yes, yes." The Labrador snapped his fingers. "You're a frog now."

Slate's expression became more absent, his eyes growing glassy as if he couldn't see anything in front of him. He blinked really slowly as he adopted a crouching position that resembled that of a frog.

"Ribbit," he croaked, emotionlessly.

That brought a smile to the Labrador's face.

"Hop, frog, hop!"

Another snap and Slate found himself trying to jump, which wasn't particularly easy in his position but made the crowd chuckle anyway.

"Ribbit, ribbit!"

"Okay, okay," Xavier intervened, trying to calm his audience down. "Let's stop this here before he hurts himself." His expert snap echoed in the room - it was obvious he'd practiced the sound for quite some time, unlike those around them. "You're back to being yourself, Slate."

The hyena's body tensed again and then he blinked. As soon as awareness returned to his previously glassy-eyed expression, he stood up and looked at the others in disbelief.

"What was that?" He turned to the gator, sneering. "What did you do to me?"

"Wow, he really can't remember?" somebody asked in the crowd.

Slate turned in the direction of the sound, baring his teeth.

"Who said that?"

"Hey, Slate." Xavier placed his hand on the hyena's shoulder again and snapped his fingers. "You're very calm right now."

The tension in the hyena's body rose momentarily as the snap hit his ears - then it melted in slow motion. The crowd watched in silence, as if they were the ones hypnotized by the show right now.

"You're right," he murmured, a peaceful smile on his face. "I am."

There was another snap.

"And you can't remember your name, can you?"

Xavier could tell, even in Slate's current pacified state, that he was struggling to find the right answer. The hyena opened his mouth several times, then closed it again.

"Wow," the raccoon murmured. Xavier's gaze moved to him for a split second - after being in the hypnosis business for so long, the gator could tell by the fascination in his voice that the raccoon was the kind of person who would happily volunteer for the next hypnosis show if given the chance.

Unfortunately, it wasn't like he needed any more volunteers right now.

"You can't remember, right, Slate?" he asked, turning his attention back to his current subject.

The hyena shook his head slowly and peacefully.

"And that doesn't make you even a little uneasy, does it?"

"Of course not," Slate answered, glancing at Xavier with a sheepish smile.

I like this one. I should do it more often, the gator told himself. Not to get horny on stage, but...

"Make him take his shirt off!" someone clamored in the crowd. The request made everyone laugh again and even Slate chuckled, probably unaware of what was actually being requested.

"Sure, we can try that, if he's comfortable with the idea," Xavier agreed, grinning. He snapped his fingers again. "Slate, you're feeling irresistible right now. You're the sexiest hyena around and you're going to prove it by removing your shirt as sensually as you can."

Slate's body pinged again and then his peaceful smile became a naughty, suggestive smirk that arouse a few whistles from the people watching him. His hands slowly and teasingly moved to his arms, removing the black denim jacket and then letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud.

Then, he winked an eye at the crowd and tended to his shirt. The hyena started by pulling it up slowly, revealing just the right amount of torso before removing it completely. When his soft grayish fur was fully on display and everyone could take a good look at the body he'd kept hidden under his clothes for the whole party, he made sure to strike a pose that made him look even more desirable.

The crowd cheered.

He might have overdone it a bit, Xavier thought a bit later, as he closed the door at his back.

The gator was pretty sure a few girls and boys in the crowd were now extremely thirsty for the handsome hyena - and as much as he tried to hide that he was as well, it was an undeniable reality.

He'd managed to conceal his own arousal pretty well, however. After assuring his audience that he needed to be left alone with his subject in order to wake him up - which he didn't - he'd managed to dismiss the crowd and placed the hyena back in that nice, pacified state in which he just stood there, smiling dumbly. He'd grown quite fond of that one.

Now, as Slate sat in his friend's bed obliviously, Xavier's mind was rushing as it tried to find something to do with the attractive boy. Just like the crowd he'd gathered minutes before, he was now aware that there were plenty of possibilities at his disposal.

He wasn't in a hurry, though. Sooner or later, something would come to mind.