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A/N: Writer's block on other stories and a debate on hypnotherapy with a co-worker equals this little dalliance of smut. Hopefully readers will enjoy, and it will clear the block enough for other works. Leave a comment or such if you have a moment, all feedback is gratefully appreciated.

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Fire and Ice

The room was dark, but the faint light of the tablet computer in the wolf's lap provided a small amount of workable illumination. He leaned back in the brown leather and studded chair, getting comfortable as he read. His eyes glanced over another few pages and then lifted from the screen to the opposite side of the room. Pulling up a program from the background he watched the clock tick down, pressing play as the hour clicked over. Smiling he returned his attention to his book program until he would need to take the next step.

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He awoke on a beach, his vision blurry and ears ringing. "What the hell?" Looking around he saw only sand and ocean water, the rhythmic sound of the waves were soothing, almost able to drown out the ringing in his ears. "How did I get here?" There were no pad prints in the sand in any direction, so he couldn't have walked out here. Nor was there any sign of drag marks. "Those fuckers left me out here didn't they?" He growled. "It's one thing to leave a pledge out in the ass end of fucking nowhere but leaving me behind is unacceptable."

Standing up slowly he studied his paws. There were no marks on them, no sign of a fight and his rust red fur was in pristine condition. He ran a paw over his chest and stomach finding no soreness as he traced the clear-cut lines of muscle from his pectorals and abs. "Wasn't in a fight..." Twisting he studied his strong, toned leg and ass to find them equally unmarred. His long bushy tail was still full and fluffy as though it had been groomed just recently. It seemed as though he was perfect health. He noticed he was naked, but it didn't seem to concern him.

The squirrel grimaced as the ringing became a bit louder. "Must have drank to much at that party..." Shaking his head he began to walk, looking for any sign of wherever he had gotten out to the beach from. "Going to kill those assholes for this. No one leaves me out in the middle of fucking nowhere. I'm the gods damned head of the frat. When I find who is responsible for this they're going wish they'd never heard my name."

The sand was so nice and warm under his pawpads. It was soothing, so very soothing. Despite the long walk he actually felt his footpaws relaxing as he traveled along. His anger lessened over the course of his walk. It was fortunate that the sands were so nice and warm, the wind was picking up and the nude squirrel found that the cold was starting to chill him.

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The wolf looked up from his book as he saw the squirrel's footpaws begin the tiny movements that signaled relaxation. "He took to it faster than I expected." Pulling up the background program again he flipped to the next track. Across the room, a green light blinked in the squirrel's ears as the wireless buds indicated the signal had been received. Nodding, the wolf returned to his reading.

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He blinked as he saw something faintly in the distance. The sun seemed so much brighter than it had been earlier. He needed to find shelter, the light was hurting his eyes and the wind was icy despite the seeming abundance of sunlight. Even with the promise of shade, he maintained his slow easy pace. The warm feeling of the sands under his pawpads was so thoroughly enjoyable after all.

Upon arriving at the lighthouse he found a note on the door. "Give up that which you are, all who enter here. The fuck does that mean?" He paused only momentarily as he reached the lighthouse before crossing the threshold. The sound of the waves started to decrease, but the ringing remained, as he looked at his choices.

To his right the stairs lead up into the tower. The light was so bright up there, it hurt his eyes even in the confined space of the wraparound staircase that defused much of the intensity. He could hear the whipping of the wind as well, just standing at the base he could feel the cold that awaited should he go up. To his left the stairs lead down into the living quarters. It was darker there, he couldn't see any light at all. He'd find relief from the pain of the light. Someone had left the heat on as well it seemed, it was as though a furnace was pumping at full tilt just waiting for him to come and rest. It wasn't even a choice really.

Slowly he descended into the darkness, step after step. Deeper and deeper down into the depths. Immersed in the heat, happy in the darkness. Even though he was inside the lighthouse he still felt the warm sands beneath his footpaws somehow. There was a moment of question before he realized it was not important. "It's so warm and relaxing..."

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"It's so warm and relaxing..."

The wolf looked up from his reading again. "A half hour, took a bit longer for the second phase. But I suppose that averages out with how quick phase one went." He pulled up the program and sent the signal for the next phase to begin. "Almost time to go paws on."

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It was warmer now. He could feel his muscles going slack as heat fatigue set in. His calves felt like they were turning soft, followed by his hamstrings and thighs. His muscles relaxed so much that he wondered how it was he could still stand. Still, he went down the stairs at a calm, steady pace.

Deeper down, into the darkness.

Deeper down, into the warmth.

Deeper down, into such a happy relaxed state.

A smile began to appear on the squirrel's face as the heat crept up his waistline. His stomach felt light and bubbly as it filled with warmth. The heat crept down into his sheath. "Ohh..." He groaned low, it felt like a strong warm paw had wrapped around his cock still in his sheath. The hot sensation flowed lower still, filling his balls. "So hot..."

His paws tried to move to rub at his groin, but didn't move more than a slight twitch. The heat continued to move up his body, but also continued to fill his crotch. He felt warm along his back and chest. The relaxation creeping over him like a living suit as it washed over his shoulders and neck. "Oh...fuck..." His nipples began to harden as heat centered on them. "Feels so...so...good..."

A little grunt of frustration escaped him as he tried to reach his hot nipples. The coat of heat had already traveled down his arms and into his paws, they were useless to him. He couldn't move even his little finger the smallest amount. Another groan filled the darkness as he traveled down the stairs.

Deeper down, into the warmth.

Deeper down, into the darkness.

Deeper down, into a happy relaxed state.

His cock started to harden, poking from his sheath. As the heat relaxed his neck muscles his head fell forward. He watched as his cock grew harder and harder, hotter and hotter. The squirrel's eyes hooded as his cock rippled, like something was milking him. Precum rose slowly, just barely reaching the top to sit along his cock hole. It grew, drop by drop until it finally spilled over. "Oh shit...oh fuck...ngg...ahh..."

Liquid fire dribbled down his cock, but rather than pain he felt only pleasure. "Oh, damn..." The milking ripple started again. This time when he saw the drip of precum he licked his lips. His mouth felt as hot as his cock now. "If it felt that good on my cock...how good would it feel in my mouth?"

His body shivered as the ripple occurred again. "Oh god..." His tail began to heat up as well, a tendril of fire split to cover his ass. "Oh fuck...in my ass?" No sooner had the thought crossed his mind and lips then the temperature around his tailstar rose exponentially. His cock jerked of it's own volition this time, sending hot precum up over the squirrel's already heated belly and chest. His nerves lit with pleasure wherever the hot fluid landed on him. "Fuck, fuck..." He moaned louder as his body cried out for relief.

His tailhole puckered rhythmically as heat washed over the little bud. His balls felt so warm they had descended as far as his scrotum would allow. "So hot...wanna cum..." He groaned as his mouth watered, his eyes still watching his cock pump precum down his length at a tantalizingly slow pace and volume.

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The low moan caught the wolf's attention, pulling him from a rather good point in his book, but he didn't mind much as he saw the squirrel just barely shifting on the long couch. With a smile on his muzzle he rose from his chair and went to sit on the floor beside the thin yet muscled squirrel.

The boy's crotch was a veritable mess of precum. Slick and sticky fluids ran over his lower belly and down his balls to wet his asshole. The canine resisted the urge to stick out his tongue and taste the secretions for himself, not wanting to break the progress they'd made so far.

"Almost there." He whispered as he clicked over to the final track. "Just one more pesky little problem to deal with."

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The squirrel stopped as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't have turned to look even if he wanted to, but he knew the stairs were gone. The tower was hollow now, as he stood alone in the dark room. There was no light here to hurt his eyes. The ringing in his ears changed tone again and a new, unpleasant sensation filled his head. "So cold!"

He'd had brain freeze before, but nothing like this. It was as if someone was pumping ice water into his skull. Dumping liquid nitrogen onto his brain. "It hurts! I want to be warm again!" The fire in his loins grew hotter still, as if trying to compensate for the cold at the opposite end of his body. "Please! I want to be warm again!"

"You can be warm again..."

He tried to look out to the voice, but he could not move his head. "How?"

"You know how..."

The voice filled him with more heat, the fire in his balls grown by the masculine tone of the speaker. "I don't...please...it's so cold..."

"What hurts?"

"Brain...so cold..." His mind was torn by the sensations that gripped it. His body so hot, primed for climax. The squirrel's brain frozen to the point of excruciating pain. "Please...make me hot again..."

"But it is hot."

It was so hard to focus now. He needed to escape. He needed release from the pain and the pleasure. Something had to give. "Cock...hot..." He panted. "Hot...balls..."

"What gets rid of cold?"

The squirrel tried to think, making his head ache even more. Thinking seemingly made the cold worse. Thinking caused such horrible pain. "Hot...hot makes cold...go away..." He grunted pitifully. "Hot...cock...make...cold...away?"

"Yes. But the cold is your brain. If the cold goes away..."

There was a momentary flicker of light in the squirrel's eyes. A pondering of what he should do next. "No...cold...no...brain..."

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The wolf watched carefully now, this juncture would be the point of no return. He didn't doubt that the squirrel would take the course he predicted. The intellectuals took more effort to break, and the rodent was anything but. Still, he could not force the choice. "Not entirely true." He realized aloud. "But then I'd have to worry about you rejecting the choice later. A willing mind is so much more pliable."

"No...more..."

The wolf's ears perked as the faint, panting voice, broke the silence of the room. "No more what?" He spoke just as softly.

"No...more...cold..." The squirrel slurred, both in his trance and in his illusion.

The wolf smiled.

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"Please...no...more...cold..." He begged now, his once strong voice reduced to pleading. "Make...warm...again..."

"Very well. Where is it hottest?

"My cock!" He tried to yell, thrilled to hear that the voice would make the cold go away. The voice was so warm, it promised relief. The voice was good.

"No, the cock is not the hottest."

His brow furrowed, pain increasing as he had to think. "Pre...pre...hot..."

"And hotter still?"

The squirrel whimpered pitifully now as he was forced to think again. He wanted relief. He wanted warmth. He didn't want to think any more. Most of all he wanted to... "Cum!"

"Very good. Every time you cum, a little bit of cold will go away. What is cold?"

"Cold...brain..." The squirrel replied. "Can't cum..."

"You want to keep the cold brain?"

"No!" The squirrel cried out. "Can't move...want...cum..."

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The wolf set down his tablet on the floor beside him and reached out to adjust the bud in the squirrels ear. "You need help to cum." His voice was the same as the tracks that had been recorded earlier, allowing him to slip into the suggestions easily. "Only I can make you cum. Only I can make the cold go away."

"Please..." The squirrel begged. "Please help...cum..."

"What is your name?" The wolf asked.

"Reid."

"Your full name."

"Reid Doughty."

"That thought makes you cold." The wolf grinned as the squirrel shivered visibly. "Take that cold and push it down here." The canine's paw rubbed gently at the squirrel's fuzzy, precum slicked, orbs. "Is it there?"

"Yes..."

"Good." The wolf brought his paw up and circled the squirrel's cock. "The heat is melting the cold, but it's still there. I will take it out for you. When you cum that cold will leave your body forever. You will never have to think about it again. It will mean nothing to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Then cum." It took only a few gentle jerks to coax the naked male to climax. Ropes of thick jizz sprayed liberally over the squirrel's belly and chest. Creamy white fluid trailed down over the fur into the lines of his cut abdominals, pooling as his stomach undulated with his orgasm.

"What do you love to do?" The wolf continued to stroke his subject off.

"Drink...party...work out...bully pledges..." The squirrel continued list many things as he moaned from the over stimulation of his dick.

"All those things you love to do, they make you feel cold. Painfully cold." Thorn rubbed at the rodent's balls again. "Push all those cold thoughts down." It took a bit longer this time, perhaps ten minutes of stroking to keep the squirrel from loosing his erection, before it began to twitch again. "Now get rid of all that cold, cum all those thoughts away."

Again the squirrel began to cum, almost equal in volume and force, but his scream of pleasure were much higher now. Clearly unused to such powerful climaxes so close together, but the end was not in sight for him yet. He continued to writhe about as the wolf toyed with his body and mind.

The canine's paw clinched tightly around the base of the squirrel's hardon, trapping the blood and refusing to let the hypnotized male go soft. "All your friends, your family, co-workers, all personal connections, think about them now. Do you have them all?"

"Yeh...yuh...yesss..." The tree climber gasped and moaned as he tried unsuccessfully to shift away from the wolf's grip on his crotch. "Think...cold..."

"I know and the cold hurts." The wolf nodded. "Push all those cold thoughts down. So many cold, painful, thoughts. You don't need those thoughts." Keeping hold on his subject's cock he rose to his knees. "Only I can make the cold go away." For the next half hour he stroked mercilessly at the squirrels twitching shaft. Another ten minutes and the hypnotized boy began to squirm and rock his hips, moaning loudly despite the prerecorded suggestions to remain quiet. "That's it." Encouraged the live wolf. "Now, cum!"

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The squirrel panted in the center of the dark room, groaning as more icy blue cum shot from his sore cock and splattered messily on the floor. His head moved a little allowing him to see the frozen seed as it melted. He couldn't be entirely sure, but it looked like it turned from blue to gray, from liquid to squiggly solid, as is melted and soon evaporated.

In some small part of his identity that remained he knew that change didn't make sense. He knew that him cumming icicles didn't make sense. He knew that he was seeing his mind turn to smoke.

He knew the more he thought on it, the colder it became.

"Ohhh...uhgn...mhmm..." His voice began to sound again as the stroking of his cock continued. He couldn't see anything there, but he could feel it. The wonderful heat the paws that worked him over. The firm warmth that cupped his balls. "Ohh!" And now, the fiery staff that was beginning to slide under his tail. "Yess..." He drawled. "So hot...good..."

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The wolf had moved his position from the floor beside the couch. He now kneeled atop one of the cushions, between the squirrel's now spread legs. One paw continued to work the rodent's cock as the squirrel's body went to war trying to decide to shrivel and protect or be coaxed to more pleasure. The constant finger banging of his prostate soon made it an easy choice as his cock flesh firmed up once again. "That's a good, little, slut." He encouraged with a grin. The wolf's paws moved tirelessly now, endlessly stroking and fingering simultaneously. The contractions were minute at best, and spread wide apart.

"Oh! Mun-ah! Fu-uh!"

The squirms and moans brought a smile to the canine's muzzle. Even if there was no imminent climax, the nerves were firing on all contact. The boy's brain was awash in endorphins and serotonin, short-circuiting any chance of coherent thought the soon to be bitch might have been trying to retain. "I want you to listen now my pet. Listen only to the sound of my voice..."

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Within the dark room the squirrel nodded as he panted and gasped. His balls felt shriveled, but still they jumped as something crashed against them repeatedly. His cock ached from the invisible sleeve that slid along the length, not to mention the ache spreading to his lower belly from cumming so much so quickly. "Listen..." He moaned. "Listen...repeat..."

The voice seemed to come from all directions now, even from inside his own body. "Master's...voice..." He slurred through a pleasurable, body-wide convulsion. "Only...Master's...orders..." He lived to serve the Master, his Master, nothing else mattered. His own needs would be taken care of second, and only if the Master was pleased.

It was his job to please his Master.

Pleasing the Master pleased him.

Earning kind words of praise from the Master was most pleasurable.

"Nothing...else..." He moaned as his cock began to slowly swell. It seemed impossible. "Only...Master..." There was no way he could cum again. The cold was all but gone, his mind all but gone. If he came again...

"Nothing...else...matters..." He smiled dopily as his cock began to jerk. Water thin spurts of cum falling to the dark floor as his eyes went blank. "Only...Master...matters..."

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"Master!"

The wolf smiled as his squirrel pounced upon him as he came home from work. "Hello fuck toy. Have you been a good girl today?"

"Yes Master!" The black furred squirrel raised his pink skirt and pulled his balls to the side to show the end of the purple vibrator still buzzing away. "Fuck toy got her panties all cummy and had to take them off, but now she's just dry cumming."

"And you've been able to hold the dildo in place even without your panties?" The wolf asked as he walked them to the kitchen.

"Yes Master, Fuck toy has been doing the exercises Master commanded of her." His bushy black tail twitched, hoping he'd done right.

Placing his work folder down on the table, the wolf lay a newspaper on top before moving to look his squirrel over. "Good Fuck toy." He praised, grinning as the rodent's whole body trembled in delight. Reaching out he grabbed one of the squirrel's nipples, appreciating the softness of the chest muscle around it, and twisted. "Cum for Master."

The cross dresser's body shook violently, the Master's voice filling him with warmth, as another dry climax hit his nerves. The Master's orders, so powerful and direct, always made him cum instantly. His knees went weak and he collapsed to the floor, only vaguely aware of the strong arms that caught him to lower him on the ground. He twitched and writhed on the floor as his hard cock tried in vain to release more cum from his dried up nuts.

"Get started on dinner, and then clean up." The wolf moved away from the room, leaving the addled and drooling squirrel on the floor. "I've invited a friend over, we will both be using you tonight. I expect you to be properly prepared."

"Yuh-Yes...Master..." The smaller male panted as he rolled himself to his knees. His paws grabbed at the table as he picked himself up. "Fuck toy will...make herself...ready." Using the table for leverage he hauled himself to his footpaws, pausing momentarily as he saw the newspaper that the Master had left behind.

"Still no clues in university student disappearance after month long investigation." The squirrel read aloud as he looked over the photo of a rust red furred squirrel from one of the campuses several towns away. Shrugging his shoulders he moved to the kitchen cabinets to start making dinner. "Doesn't matter to Fuck Toy. Only Master matters."