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A Test Gone Wrong

**By Limewah

Patron Reward for Flarfenarfle (June 2023)**

18+

I ran my fingers slowly and gingerly over the helmet, staring back at my beautiful face in the opaque visor.

Man, I was the prettiest Arcanine who ever lived.

The helmet was still in its prototype phase, so it didn't have all those signature little details that were hallmarks of the great Enrapture's villainous aesthetic. No orange paint or spiral decals just yet; it needed to match my flurry orange and cream fur. At the minute it looked like a motorcycle helmet that had been jury rigged within an inch of its life - which, to be fair, it was.

The helmet still had the flaking old black paint that it had when one of my goons picked it up from a thrift shop. But the cushioning inside wasn't too worn, and it didn't smell that bad. It'd do.

The outer shell wasn't the important bit anyway. It was the guts that mattered. Some of my smarter lackeys had devised the latest in hypno-helmet technology, guaranteed to melt minds and rewire thought patterns until they would be totally, completely loyal to my will, hanging off every word and eager to obey my whims.

I had plenty of gizmos like it already, obviously, but that didn't mean there wasn't a chance to innovate now and again.

For example - a couple of small diffusers had been fitted inside it, just above each temple. They were always ready to spray out a special essential oil distilled from Enrapture's intoxicatingly pungent musk. Just in case I wasn't around to condition a prospective minion first-hand, it was nice to give them the opportunity to have a nice long whiff of my musk while the hypnotic patterns on the inside of the helmet did their work.

All that remained, now that the prototype was in my hands, was to test it.

A couple of my drone-suited servants stood by, and I could tell by their stiff, fidgeting movements that they both really, really wanted to test the new device out.

"Sorry, you two," I said. "This one's not for you."

I couldn't see them frowning behind the anonymising layer of blank latex. Poor things. I'd melt their minds a bit more later to make up for it.

Using it on one of my minions was out of the question. All of them were way too brain-drained. Just me telling them it was going to work on them was enough to make it work. Which was hot, of course, but not practical.

There were other ways of getting someone involved. My alter ego had legions of fans, after all. I could just pick someone at random from my fanclub for a private 'date' with the heart-throb Riley Flamewill, and they wouldn't see it coming.

But, again, maybe that might have been a bit too easy. Especially if they were that star struck with me. For all I know, they could just pretend to be hypnotised just to please me.

Getting a superhero to test it for me on the fly was another option, but that came with its own risks; I didn't want it to get smashed, these parts were expensive.

That left... well, myself.

It had been a while since I'd lost my self to another hypnotist, but I had a mind like a steel trap. If this helmet could hypnotise me, it could hypnotise absolutely anyone.

Plus, if it worked, I'd just have to let the battery run out. This thing was likely going to consume a lot of juice as it did its magic, probably only offering a half an hour or so of battery life. More than enough time to lay some hypnotic foundation before we'd have to plug it in again. It was worth testing that out as well, I supposed.

I walked around my lab, still playing with the helmet, and trying to decide just where I should set myself up. Sitting down and getting comfortable would be nice... should I restrain myself too, I wondered? Just to simulate that extra bit of resistance that it'd be met with in the real world.

I also thought about doing it standing up - if it got shoved over someone's head when they were caught off guard, it'd be good to see if the fine motor function stopped before they could try and yank it free.

That would be it, I thought. I felt along the back part of the rim of the helmet, finding a little switch. With a soft click, the lights on the inside of the helmet lit up and gleamed, like a mini starscape.

Ooh, I was getting excited. Maybe it was time for me to get into character, too. Some do-gooder out of their depth, unaware that their time was up...

What's my motivation? To hold on to my will.

"All righty," I said, lifting it up over my head, and feeling the two pairs of drone eyes still on me.

"Minions! I'll be busy for the next half an hour or so. Come check on me then, please."

They marched out of the room. I waited for them to leave. I didn't want them to get any ideas into their head - not that they would.

I took a little excited in-breath, and then slipped the helmet onto my head like I was dunking it into ice water.

...It might have been my best work yet.

I couldn't even stay in character.

I could feel the sounds of the binaurals vibrating through my skull, massaging my inner ear and my brain. A heat coursed through my blood. I tried to imagine resisting, tensing up my body and trying to distract my mind from the orange spiral that twisted in front of my vision.

I couldn't close my eyes. It was too easy to stare.

Damn, I was good at making hypnotic patterns...

T-too good, maybe.

"Submit."

The AI-synthesised voice was mine, and it captured my cadence as well as a chatbot could, but not q...quite. I wasn't about to let it put me out of.. A job...

The ripples and swirls were really trippy, too, I'd spent ages... ccalibrating themmm to just the right speed and pace, so they'd warble and swirl in distracting and unpredictable ways... even as I was going th...through it, I couldn't ggg.hhh.get the pattern straight, but my brain really wanted to, ssooo...

There was a fssshhing sound, and warm spicy vapour went right up my nose...mmmnhfuck, the smell was like my jockstrap after a long workout, or my paws after a run, or my pits...nnnh, all of them. I'd c-crafted the perfect c...cuhncoction...

Mmmade me tingly and fuzzzzzy and horny. Pawsies went down and rubbie cock, so hard already, harder than I realised...

D-damn, it might have been the most powerful trance-inducer I'd created. It was getting warm, too, very warm - the machine was draining a lot of power, s-so... it was probably not going to last too long. I could just relax and let myself give in, now that I knew it was working perfectly...

Giving in felt amazing, after all, just letting mmmmy mind fill with the warm swirls and letting my own delicious essence fill my nose... my brain was getting all pickly and my dick was leaking like a w-w-weak tap, and I even started humping at the air like my curled paw was a tight hole...

I giggled loudly, biting my lip and feeling drool slither down my muzzle... y-yeah, once this ran out of juice, I'd wake up...

The display w-was getting dimmer, it must've been the power saving function kicking in. M-maybe the battery drain would have to b-be looked at once I was done looking, the pretty colours were p...plenty to loooook at....

"Master! Can I help? I heard noises..."

I couldn't see who was bothering me, the swirls took up all of m-my vision. I was ennjjoying the pretty swirlies too much to be mad, so I just lifted my free pawsie and waved them away. Heehee, my arm was like a floppy noodle.

"Evverything'sss fine, just t-teesting the helmet..."

"Oh, of course, Master!"

"Thaaank you..."

"Oh, but it's not plugged in..."

I heard them getting closerrr and my stomach did a twist. I bit d-down hard on my lip and tried to clench my eyes closed, but the swirls kept them open wwwide. My legs were stiff, I c-couldn't move away...

"N-no..." i tried to croak. "No, leave it unplugged-"

"It'll only take a second, Master!"

I tried to p-push out my last gasp of will to y-yell at them to m-make them ssstop, but I felt their hand on my head to hold it still and heard the scraping of a charging port against the back of the helme-

Click

The screen went super bright again and all the oranges and yellows looked warmer and prettier so pretty swirly and more musky air tickled my nose and happy swirly pretty swirly big smile again not even remember why mad or scared big smile tight smile tingly fingers and t-toes and my mind was going vvvvvmmm like it was spinning in a microwave and my thoughts were fizzing and sizzling away and i breathed faster faster more musky smell more pretty rings and mm-my mind f-feeels lllike it's g-gonna p..popppp...mm... mind... p...

PING!

--

Master looked really happy. I could see his face through the other end of the helmet... his eyes were wide and spinning, and his cheeks were raised super high in a big smile. His tail was wagging from side to side, and even though he'd let go of his cock to bring his hands by his sides in a tight stance, it was still standing to attention.

Gosh, I wanted to touch his dick, but that really wasn't my place...

I wasn't sure if I should wait around for him to wake up, at first.

But he had said he wanted to be left alone for a while. How long? I didn't know... but he did want to test the helmet out in peace, he said that, that's right. No wonder.

He looked like he was having a great time, and I was super jealous... but Master deserved it more than me.

He didn't notice I was there, so I kind of watched him throb and moan for a while, before I thought better of it and left him alone. He deserved to enjoy it in peace and quiet.

It's a good thing I was there to plug the helmet back in for him, otherwise he might have woken up... now Master could just enjoy being another slave for Master, like the rest of us!

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