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Day 1 - The classic

"Left and Right"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

He hated days like that one. Nothing interesting happened. No villains. No attacks. No mysterious creatures trying to enslave humanity. It was just a regular Sunday. What should be a day of relaxation was already driving him mad for the lack of activity. He couldn't even work on the Turbokat because that's what he did the day before. And now Jake had absolutely nothing to do besides watch TV.

"This used to be fun," he sighed, wondering when exactly his life changed so abruptly that he got addicted to the adrenaline of piloting the Turbokat and stopping Dark Kat's schemes to... well, whatever evil plan he had for the day.

Was life outside their job as vigilantes really that boring? He remembered TV used to bring some of the most mundane joy his brain had ever enjoyed. It was delightful to sit back and forget about everything after a long day working as an Enforcer. It was just the right amount of stupidity and fun he needed to relax.

But since the day he took the identity of Razor, things changed.

Dressed in nothing but a grayish tank top and comfy boxers, the feline surfed through channels, not looking for anything in particular, but to keep a sound in the background. Although his thumb was getting sore, and the fragments of dialogue he managed to catch were driving him mad.

The golden brown fur still had a damp look on it after the shower he had taken minutes ago. He didn't feel like running the fur dryer all over himself and instead put a towel over the chair to keep it safe from water and fur. The smell, of course, wouldn't go away with just a quick shower. Yet he felt frustrated that, while he didn't reek anymore, the stink of sweat and oil was still lingering under his pits and crotch.

Unlike Chance, he wanted to smell nice.

It was as if the mere thought of the stud summoned it. His ears twitched the moment he caught the sonorous voice in the hallway.

"Jake! Jake!" He announced his presence in a loud, energetic call that was impossible to ignore.

It didn't bother him. His enthusiasm had always been like that: strong, explosive, almost contagious. Not everyone shared his opinion; not that Jake or Chance cared about it, considering they didn't spend a lot of time with people outside the base.

"Jake! Where are you?!" He called again. His voice got louder and louder, and the rumbling from his steps began to reach his seat.

"Over here, Chance!" Jake replied, holding a hand next to his mouth to redirect his voice in the right direction.

He knew that enthusiasm. Chance had something to show him. It was like a very big, very beefy kid, eager to show off his Christmas present. And that was enough to catch Jake's attention.

Seconds later, the stud walked in with the upper half of his denim overall firmly tied to his waist. Oil stains covered most of the lower half, especially the knees. The white t-shirt, tightly adhered to his brawny chest, had the same share of stains and was five or six uses away from being torn to pieces. His yellowish fur was no different, always acting recklessly even when he was working on the Turbokat with Jake.

The reek of testosterone was a natural smell on him. Sweat, grease, and fast food, all of it covered under a layer of cheap and barely effective deodorant that all it did was mix with everything and create a more than peculiar fragrance that gave Chance his unique touch. It wasn't disgusting, and it was surprisingly pleasant--or maybe he had gotten used to it and didn't notice what was wrong with it.

But, once again, there were the pros and cons of being the two of them in there.

"What's the matter? Did you win another popsicle?" Jake guessed with a cheeky smile while he sat properly on the couch.

"Wha-? No, no! I finished my course!"

"What course?"

The smaller cat leaned his head sideways. Both ears twitched in curiosity as he tried to remember talks from previous days. A course, a course... yet his mind didn't offer a direct answer.

Chance gave him a confused look at first that slowly evolved into fake anger. His lips twitched, and the fur from his cheeks puffed before he leaned backward and, with open arms, gave Jake the answer he was looking for.

"My hypnotism course! What else?"

"Hypno... tism?" The word didn't make any sense until some seconds later when the memory played back in his mind. With a heavy sigh, Jake put a hand against his temple and cursed through his teeth. "Wait, I thought it was a joke."

"Why would I joke about it? It had good reviews."

The course in question came into discussion weeks ago, while they were having supper after fixing the Turbokat's engine. Chance showed him the page of a magazine, where someone announced a hypnotism course.

Jake thought it was a stupid idea, that's why he didn't pay attention to Chance's enthusiasm as he explained why it was such a good idea to take it and learn.

"It says here it also includes a pocket watch!"

The big feline was so easy to impress that Jake wasn't surprised he fell for a trick so dumb. Hypnotism? Really? It was good as a party trick as long as the other person played along with you, but aside from that, it was a stupid idea to take it seriously. He didn't expect Chance to order the damn course, and never saw or heard more on the topic so he quickly forgot about it.

Judging by his look, it was obvious his friend wanted it to be a surprise of some kind.

"Chance... please tell me you're joking," Jake asked again, begging inside for the feline to say yes.

His growing smile, and the golden pocket watch he took off his pocket, said otherwise.

"It did include the watch..." Jake sighed. The only thing Chance was missing was the black top hat.

The brawny cat didn't seem offended anymore at Jake's disbelief, as he quickly snatched the control from his hand to turn off the TV. His smile said it all: he was about to put his skills into practice, and Jake was NOT dealing with it.

"Buddy, I'm sorry to say it but you just got scammed."

"Aww, don't be a party pooper!"

Jake was about to leave, but a firm hand pushed him back to a couch whose springs squeaked under his weight. It was Chance's way of saying he had no choice. and with the way blocked by a massive wall of muscles and fur, the slender feline accepted his destiny and put both hands over the armrests.

"This is gonna be so much fun!"

After saying that, Chance dropped the pocket watch. It bounced once after reaching the end of the chain, and right after that, it swung slowly from left to right, controlled by the big and greasy hand Chance didn't bother to wash.

"I'm pretty sure this is not how hypnosis works," Jake mentioned; his final desperate attempt to discourage his friend.

"Oh, but you do believe in hypnosis then."

"That's not what I sai-"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't talk. Right now, I want you to focus on the watch. Follow it with your eyes. Follow it as it goes left and right. Left and right."

Jake rolled his eyes and, aware it was impossible to get that idea out of Chance's head, followed his lead, hoping to deal with that issue quickly.

They didn't even bother to give the watch some authenticity. The paint was already peeling off the edges, and the case was clearly made of brass, with the details poorly engraved on the top side. He couldn't even understand what it was supposed to represent. In his excitement, Chance didn't seem to notice how cheap the watch truly was.

Yet he did what the feline asked and watched the slow dance of a piece of brass while listening to the cliche speech Jake had heard before in comedy shows that treated hypnosis for what it was: a joke.

"Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Clear your head off any thought and listen to the sound of my voice."

"Heh, that's not gonna be hard," Jake mocked him.

"Shhh, focus. Keep following the watch. Don't think of anything else. Take this moment to relax completely. You're safe. You're happy. You're at peace."

Well, Chance was really trying. The least he could do was do the same. It's not like it would work or anything. Jake didn't believe in that crap to begin with.

His eyes followed the watch during its slow and pronounced swing. With deep and steady breaths, Jake put his body into a relaxed stance. Those pesky thoughts of boredom and his need to mock the dumb act became weaker as he tried to focus on one singular task that shouldn't take less than five minutes.

"Listen carefully to what I say. You are safe here with me. You can clear your head from any thought and relax. Nothing here will harm you. Just listen to my voice and follow the watch as it goes left and right. Left and right."

Left and right. Yes. The watch kept on moving at the same speed and reaching the same height before going down the opposite direction. It was a nice break from the monotony TV was. Jake even began to find it kind of funny, like an actual carnival show. Yeah, it was all a silly trick, but at least his friend was making it interesting.

"You are starting to feel lighter. Like a feather. Your arms. Your legs. Your head. This feeling starts at the edges of your body and slowly moves to the center. It is like a soft tingle. Enjoyable. Peaceful. Visualize this sensation in your mind."

Left and right. He had no idea how to do that. Visualize a feeling? Yet he tried to do it and imagined the lightness on his limbs as best as he could. His mind came with the image of those moments before falling asleep, and how he felt disconnected from his body. That same tingle. That same lightness. It drew a smile on his face.

"Yes. You can feel it, right? The relaxation. The peace. It grows stronger as this tingle continues moving towards your center. It starts to gather in your chest. It drags down your thoughts. Your fears. Your doubts. Your wishes. You can feel your mind getting clearer."

Such a dumb speech. But he did what he could to follow his lead. At least it had him happy. At peace. Relaxed. Jake continued looking at the pocket watch, delighted with the tingle spreading from his limbs and through his body as Chance spoke.

It didn't sound so dumb after all. It was funny. Chance was funny.

"Gather your feelings and your thoughts and your fears and each little idea crossing through your mind. Let that tingle and lightness pull them over and gather everything in your chest. With each breath you take, more and more thoughts come down your chest. And the more thoughts you gather with each breath, the lighter you feel."

His vision got blurry at the edges. Jake couldn't look at anything else except for the clock moving left and right. Left and right. A voice in his mind warned him of the dangers of looking at the clock, a voice that quickly got silent, pulled down by his deep breathing, and merged into the many, many thoughts that had been dragged into his chest.

The smile on his face grew bigger. His head bobbled softly from side to side, following the pace set by the watch. Again that voice warned him. Again it was silenced by the deep breath. And Jake felt an immense peace.

"Yes. You can feel it. The peace. The lightness. The silence. Not a single thought crosses your mind. You have never felt so happy. So relaxed. It is addictive. You wanna keep your head free of any thought. Free of any ideas. Completely blank."

The voice warned him again. And again. And again. But it didn't reach him. With each breath, with each swing from the watch, it was dragged down and merged with all the thoughts gathered in his chest. And Jake was feeling the pressure in it. His body felt light as a feather, except for the spot in the middle of his pecs. There he felt a lump. It wasn't really there, but he could sense it.

Inside were stored his thoughts, ideas, wishes, fears, doubts, fantasies, feelings; everything. Each breath cleared his mind from those unnecessary memories and concepts, leaving it blank. Like he wanted. Like HE wanted. And he continued pushing down whatever was on his mind until only his weakened will was left.

"Completely blank. You like this. You love this. Don't speak. Don't think. Don't act. Listen to my voice and relax. You are light as a feather. Let the wind carry you away. Leave everything behind and float in the endless white void that is your mind. Clear. Empty. Peaceful. Let my voice be the gust of wind carrying you away. Follow it. Obey it. Don't question it. Be at peace by listening to what I have to say. Only me. No one else."

"Your will. Put it down. You don't need it. Let your spirit sink down. Breath deeply. Push it down with the rest. Be clear of EVERYTHING. Release yourself from everything."

More, more, more peace. Yes. He liked that. He loved that. He was at peace and wanted more of it. He pushed down his will and spirit with each breath, guided by the swinging golden pocket watch that moved left and right. Left and right. Left and right.

And his head bobbled left and right. Left and right. Left and right.

He felt sleepy and at peace. He was happy. Relaxed. Free of any thought, any worry, any fear. He was completely free of being him.

His will sank. It put up resistance. It was a lump stuck in his throat that the air couldn't push down. But with some effort and dedication, the skinny feline got rid of his pesky spirit, finally having his mind completely clear of everything.

"Good. Good. Now it's time to release it. Push it down a little more. Bellow your chest. Below your belly. Let it rest in your crotch. In your balls. Feel that tingle awaken your arousal. Surrender to the growing excitement that you are now experiencing. You are gonna free yourself from everything. You are gonna be free. And that's exciting. Yes, it is. The mere thought of being free turns you on. It's so exciting. It gets you so hard you wanna take off your clothes and jerk off. You can't resist the urge. You want this. You need this. You crave for this climax!"

The lump went down and down and down, guided by his hands rubbing the skinny belly. His ears perked up. His tail lashed side to side between his legs. All 10 toes curled up from the excitement building up inside him. The incredulity and mocking smile he showed on his face minutes ago had transformed into a silly and needy expression, with his eyes transformed into a blue and orange spiral swirling at the speed of the pocket watch, and the tongue hanging out his open mouth.

The painfully hard erection throbbed under his pre-stained underwear. In his balls began to gather every thought he had. With little care, he put down his underwear and released the fat cock, the tip already covered in pre. Just a squeeze from his hand was enough to get a loud moan out of him, and the needy feline didn't stop at once.

Still trapped by the swinging watch, Jake matched the pace as he began the tortuous and pleasant task of jerking off. Shameless moans announced his unbearable excitement, while his fingers massaged the throbbing shaft. With the amount of pre already coming off the tip it was hard to say whether he came already or not. It only took him some seconds to have his hand completely covered in the sticky substance, the same he smeared all over his cock.

In Chance's face appeared a sinister smile. The cat moved the pocket watch closer to Jake's face and admired the show. His little friend, who was supposed to be the brain of the team, had fallen completely under a cheap and ridiculous trick and was now jerking off to his command. Why wouldn't he enjoy something like that? If Jake had always been the star of his fantasies and dirty desires.

The musk alone was already a great reward, but seeing his cock throb and balls bounce as he masturbated to him was bringing the big feline to Heaven. And if it hadn't been for the watch being needed to maintain the trance, Chance would've thrown himself over his dick to suck it dry.

But there would be time for that after the little kitty had expelled his free will in a climax Chance knew was meant to destroy his brain.

"Don't stop. Keep going. Let it go, all of it. Fill your body and mind with this maddening pleasure and push it all out. Empty your balls and mind. Leave it blank. Be at peace. Be free from having to think and act on your own. Let my voice guide you."

The words echoed in his hollow head. Jake moaned and drooled with a growing smile while his body twitched in anticipation of the best orgasm of his life. He didn't think of anything else. He didn't question. He didn't judge. He didn't resist. He listened and obeyed.

Let Chance guide you.

"Your mind is clear. Your body is free. You are but a puppet guided by the strings that are my voice. My orders. My commands. Don't worry about anything else. All you gotta do is listen to my voice. Let the pleasure fill you. Let it wash away everything."

Chance's aspect got more and more sinister, but rather than scaring Jake, it pushed him closer to the edge. His claws. His fangs. His eyes. The swirling spirals sucked him in. The dominance in his stand. It made him feel smaller and weaker. And he loved it.

The feline whimpered as he got closer and closer to the climax. The movements of his hand became more erratic. His legs shook while he held his knees together. Crushed by the massive stud's presence, the brains of the team hunched back and became the puppet he was destined to be. And in that determination, he found a pleasure bigger than he had ever felt.

The golden brown fur bristled. His muscles went numb. The moans became screams of relief and desperation. The kitty, released from the bonds of his free will, and with the lust filling body and mind to the brim, gave himself up to the big stud before him, happy to obey his orders without questioning.

Ropes of cum flew straight into Chance's belly and waist, shot with a strength Jake had never seen before. His hand squeezed hard the throbbing cock to get up to the last drop of cum out of his balls. And in the middle of that maddening climax, that had got his body rigid and broke his mind, the little kitty smiled widely.

His thoughts. His fears. His doubts. His wishes. His fantasies. Everything vanished from his body with each shot of cum coming out of his cock. His body got lighter, and his mind felt clear. Even the pleasure lost all meaning while his orgasm continued, getting weaker with each passing second and bringing his muscles back to normal. His screams went back to moans, and the moans turned into huffs until Jake was only panting from exhaustion rather than pleasure.

As suddenly and quickly as it started, his orgasm ended too. And Jake relaxed completely, with his hand still holding a half-erect cock covered in cum. His load stained Chance's clothes and made a little puddle between his paws, yet the intense musk didn't seem to bother the zonked feline. He was completely empty, a puppet waiting for a new command.

Chance rewarded himself by admiring the new toy he had got for his Master. He was so excited to present it that he didn't notice the arctic fox that had entered the living room until he was standing feet away from him. His sneaky arrival surprised Chance, who quickly jumped away to make room for his Master Sanmer to inspect the new recruit.

"M-m-master! I'm so sorry! I didn't listen to your arrival!" The stud apologized by bowing down to him.

The arctic fox didn't seem bothered by his reaction. His interest lay entirely on Jake, who was still hunched on the sofa. His cobalt eyes studied him from head to toe, without a sparkle of desire on them. The long braids of yellowish fur swung as he moved left and right to check on the details of his slender body. With care, he pulled him up the couch, mildly surprised at how easy it was to manipulate him.

"Like a real doll," he pointed out. "You did a good job, Chance. I'm very proud of you."

"... t-thank you, Master! I got him, especially for you!"

His cheeks got completely red as if he wasn't expecting a compliment from the vulpine.

Sanmer faced him to take the watch from his hand, which he then stored safely in the left pocket of his lab coat. Just a gentle caress on Chance's cheek was enough to put him back into a trance, on which his body relaxed completely.

"I know you did. But now, I need you to leave me alone with him. You're not ready yet for what's next."

With a nod from his dumb face, Chance dragged his paws out of the room, leaving Sanmer alone with the still zonked Jake. The slender vulpine opened his lab coat to reveal his naked torso, a slender and elegant figure with the white fur shortly trimmed. He took his time to remove it, only to fold it carefully, and put it over the middle table. Then, he faced Jake, and with a snap of his fingers made the dormant body react.

"Nice to meet you, drone. We'll be starting your training right away. And after that, we'll talk about the changes I have in mind for the mighty Swat Kats."