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"My name is Johan and I'm a..." The bull glanced at the round, perky female cheetah near the front, who egged him on with a few hand signals. "I'm a recovering hypnosis abuse victim."

"Hi Johan!" chorused the other three men in the tiny church basement, all with varying degrees of excitement. The most eager was a lion, large and stocky, his eyes permanently turned upward as if he spent his whole life smiling, a pair of circular glasses resting on his muzzle.

The second, less enthusiastic and much snarkier reply came from a tiger, arms crossed and a mischevious grin on his face. His head was almost always cocked to the side as if everything were beneath him, and his legs were crossed just as often. He wore a sports jersey over his swimmer's build body, toned and muscular, but barely still lean. He was constantly toying with his smartphone every other minute.

The third, practically empty reply came from a wolf who spent his time staring at the tiny window at ground level, imagining the sunset outside. His face was often blank and difficult to read, but he constantly scratched at his neck when flustered. His lazy wardrobe hung on his body that was once kept at peak condition, but was now soft around the edges, though that didn't change his considerable height.

The bull looked over at the cheetah with a groan. "Do we really have to do this?" He was easily the most built of the group, his construction uniform clinging to his body crudely, muscles bulging from his arms and legs.

"You are not compelled by law, no, but please, it'll help -so- much." She said.

Johan let out an annoyed sigh, blowing it through his lips like cigarette smoke, and started his explanation.

"About a couple months back, I was, uh, 'captured' by this asshat who thought it would be a good idea to breed some kind of super bovine army or something."

The cheetah turned back to the other three, shaking her head and mouthing "It wasn't an army."

"And he thought I was good genetic material or something." Johan grunted, leaning forward on the podium in front of the other four. "So he kidnapped me and pumped me full of drugs so I can barely remember anything else. Just a lot of, uh, cumming."

"Rumor has it there's a storehouse where a bunch of his cum on ice." The tiger whispered to the wolf, who shot him a dirty look simultaneously with the cheetah, though for different reasons.

"Pretty drugged up most of the time, last thing I remember clearly was the police arriving and helping me out, and beating the shit out of that bastard." He grumbled more curses under his breath.

The cheetah raised her finger to chest-level and looked at the others, triggering a half-hearted response from them in unison with her: "Thank you for being vulnerable with us," They droned. "Lukas?"

The lion stood up as the bull moved to take his seat. Lukas was easily more comfortable as he stood with good posture in front of them, a wide smile on his muzzle.

"My name is Lukas, and I'm a recovering hypnosis abuse 'victim'." He said, underemphasizing the last word to the point of near silence.

Again came the reply, with no enthusiasm: "Hi Lukas."

"I'm not really from around here. There's a little town back East of the bay that I used to be on the City Council for, and I was runnin' for mayor, but I guess somebody thought I wasn't leadership material! They put tranquilizer in my dinner, and I got abducted a lot like Johan there, and next thing I know I'm in a little basement bondage dungeon. There was a video camera and it recorded everything. I got hooked up to this orgasm machine and just got blam! hit with the brainwashing. Can't even take off my harness these days. Just feels wrong."

"I've seen the video. It's a terrible angle." The tiger whispered to Johan this time. With a grunt, the bull replied.

"You watch a video of a guy getting brainwashed and you think about the angle?"

"SHH!" The cheetah shrieked, glaring at the two of them while Lukas continued.

The lion had unbuttoned his shirt to show a leather strap from an X-harness circling around his shoulder and chest. "Funny thing is I was always into the bondage, but I never wanted it with a guy. They're the only ones I think about now though! But yeah, as you probably heard, the tape got out, and there went my campaign. Course the anonymous tip got traced and it was an associate of my opponent's campaign. Now the old mayor's going on his fourth term." He chuckled, nodding as he stepped down.

"Thank you for being vulnerable with us," came the chorus again. The cheetah looked at the tiger. "Wil?"

The tiger nodded, smirking as he passed Lukas. "How am I supposed to compete with that?"

"Hey, we small town guys are kinky sons of bitches." Lukas said with a beaming smile.

"Excuse me!" The cheetah said, face puffed up in offense.

The lion just beamed at her and said "You're excused, miss. Don't worry about it."

She frowned and decided that was a battle not worth fighting, turning her attention to Wil.

"My name is Wilford, but you can call me Wil, and I'm a recovering hypnosis abuse victim."

"Hi Wil." The reply was more excited with Lukas back in the audience.

"So I got into UCLL on a swimming scholarship, right? So my grades aren't the best, especially in Psych class, but the prof is a cool guy and he says he has an extra credit assignment for me. Hands-on stuff. Normally for grad students, but I needed the points bad."

The wolf chuffed. "I know where this is headed." But Wil talked over him to continue.

"So he gives me a CD to listen to while I'm studying and suddenly I'm making these weird trips to campus in the middle of the night and meeting strangers and having sex and blowing them and fucking them but damn it feels good, you know? And then one day, after like the fifth CD, I go to the prof's place and we just go at it all day like rabbits. And I guess we were really loud or something cause the neighbors called the police...aaaand I transferred schools to UCSN over here but I'm still fucking strang-"

The cheetah cut him off with an early prompt of the "Thank you for being vulnerable with us" line.

Wil rejoined the line of chairs and everyone's gaze meandered toward the wolf who simply stated: "So we're done right?"

The cheetah put on her best weak smile, "I'd really like to have you come up and share with us, Adam."

"And I'd really like you to move on."

"Please, Adam?"

"Not gonna happen."

"Then I'm afraid we can't go to the sponsored happy hour."

Each of them groaned in protest.

"FINE." Adam said. "Only for the booze. Not for you." He stood up and stepped to the podium.

"My name is Adam, and I'm a recovering hypnoslut."

"Please don't use that language, Ad-"

"I'll use whatever language I DAMN well please." He growled back. The other three had their attention held tight on him, afraid to look away.

"Came from a poor family, never really finished high school, got temp jobs after my folks died, yadda yadda. Point is I wasn't a good boyfriend and had a lot of worse girlfriends, with a helluva breakup about five years ago. Got depressed, couldn't really afford therapy, found this freelance guy, except when he did the hypnotherapy he didn't bring me back out, and he knew nobody was gonna miss me. So the guy puts a collar on me and calls me slave for a while and I end up sucking his dick every day while the years go by."

"-Shit-," mumbled Johan.

"He only fucks up once, and it was after all you three got in the media. It's enough to tip the cops off, and they raid the place and spend a week just trying to get my head back to normal while the guy rots his life away in jail. All of a sudden, I'm almost thirty, everybody I know is gone or doesn't want to see me, but I'm living comfortably off of state disability."

He left a pause for a moment.

"Case closed."

Everyone was dead silent as Adam sat back down indignantly, to insult them for demanding the information.

The cheetah was the first to speak up. "Thank you for being vulnerable with us, Adam." The others nodded and muttered in agreement, each sincere.

"Okay." He just said.

"Well, now that you all know each other, let's go over and get ourselves some drinks."

"One condition." Johan spoke up.

The cheetah tilted her head with curiousity.

"You leave us alone. We deserve to talk to each other without chaperoning."

Lukas nodded. "We're not children, after all."

The cheetah's face melted downward into a frown, but she nodded. "Very well."

---

The bar was about as much of a dive as it could be while still being situated in the rich district of town with its coordinated shopping centers and coffee shops and department stores. Knick-knacks and chotchkies hung along the wall with pride, all as mismatched as the glasses sliding along the bar itself.

Wil brought back four bottles of beer, each with a different label and set them down at a round corner booth. Three were immediately grabbed by Lukas, Johan and Adam, leaving Wil's standing alone.

"So now that we've learned each other's deepest darkest secrets, how about some small talk."

Adam grumbled, looking over at the cheetah at a lonely table with her Shirley Temple and tablet computer, watching a rom-com while keeping her promise to butt out.

The others thought it was a fair proposition.

"So what do you all do?"

Johan took a swig of his bottle, some dark brew. "Construction."

Lukas beamed. "Freelance Writing. Blogs and such that need articles and stories. Lets me use a pen name, y'know."

Adam crossed his arms, looking at the name-brand light beer before him. "I paint."

Wil smirked. "You paint? Like what, walls?"

"Canvases."

"And you can afford rent on that?"

"Of course I can't. That's what the settlement money is for. Painting just helps me deal."

"Just helps you deal." Wil echoed, "Well, I'm in my last year of school. Hoping to graduate into the workforce and that whole shebang."

Johan cocked an eyebrow. "Shebang?"

The tiger blushed a bit. "My vocabulary is a bit antiquated ever since I listened to those CDs."

He nodded, and the others each in turn drank from their bottles. An awkward silence pressed in on them.

Lukas was first to speak. "I can't be the only one that misses it."

Adam shot a glare at the lion. "Misses it?"

"Getting laid, one way or another." Lukas said.

Wil immediately nodded. "Hell yeah I do. All I get to do is suck dicks of strangers. Nobody wants steady fuck-buddy status."

Both Adam and Johan groaned. "Someday you'll get over this obsession, kid." The bull said. "But...yeah. I don't remember much of that, but it was a damn good feeling." And before anyone could interrupt, he appended: "Still have a major problem with the principle of it."

They all glanced at Adam. "No. I don't." He stated with a calm anger.

"Well, still a majority, I guess." The tiger shrugged. "I was thinking, actually, what if we played a little game, huh? Without telling little miss official over there." He gestured toward the cheetah, now cooing at her favorite hunky actor on the tablet's screen.

"Game?" Johan quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we all have triggers, right? So what if we put them all in a hat or a shoe or something and each of us picks one but we don't know whose it is."

"So we know somebody's trigger. What about it?" asked the lion.

"Whoever can put everybody else under at least once first wins."

"Wins what?" growled Adam. "I won't do this for a trophy."

The tiger smiled. "So you'll do it?"

"For cash."

The lion and bull nodded. "Could use some extra" came as a mumble from at least one of them.

"All right, but I'm not cutting into grant money for this. Let's call it a hundred-fifty from each of us?" said Wil.

There was another pause as the others weighed their options.

They each agreed.

---

Moments later, they were all scrawling words on napkins with borrowed pens with a fellow patron's baseball cap resting upside down at the center of the table.

Adam was the first to drop his trigger into the hat, followed by Wil, then Lukas, and lastly Johan.

Wil snatched the hat, gripped the side tight and used a hand to keep the slips of napkin from rattling while he shook it.

"How do we know everybody's going to pay up at the end of this?" The wolf asked.

"The winner will know everybody's triggers, he can just make us pay up." Lukas responded.

"You don't sound confident about your chances." Johan smirked.

"Well, I'm not really in this for the money." Lukas grinned back.

"Wait, a few ground rules before we get started." Wil said. "One, no trying to trigger everybody at once. You have to be alone with the guy you're trying it on. Two, if somebody tries to trigger you, and fails in an obvious manner, you get one free chance to do it to them. Agreed?"

"Sounds fair." Adam said. The other two nodded.

Wil extended his arms out and held the hat in front of the wolf, who grabbed a slip. He shook the hat again and then offered it to the bull, who reached in without looking and grabbed another. Then he shook the hat once more, being dramatic about it, and offered it to the lion. Lukas grabbed another one.

Wil snapped the hat back to his chest and grabbed the remaining fragment of napkin.

"Anybody get their own?" He asked. The others shook their heads 'no'.

The one in Wil's hand read "Fondle my package."

Adam held one reading "Stroke down my back."

Lukas held one saying "'Slave Time.'"

and Johan's said "'Sleepy Kitten.'"

They all looked up at each other, glancing around.

Johan cleared his throat. "well...now seems like a good time to, uh, leave."

The others nodded, muttering similar excuses, and they all slid out of the booth and parted ways. Each passed the cheetah sobbing at her hunky actor laid in the leading lady's arms dying, fanning herself.

---

They all assembled once again in the same basement on a Saturday afternoon, carrying bags of varying types and each wearing sunglasses somewhere on their person. Though they all arrived a good five minutes before the cheetah did.

It occurred to Wil that he ought to be remembering her name, but it was so much easier to think of her as 'the other one that was already around.' She wasn't a hypnovictim after all, just a state-appointed group therapist. Or something.

But she hadn't arrived yet. So Wil reached into his bag and broke open a quartet of fur-dye pens, each different colors.

"Quick." He gestured at the others. "Grab one." They each tentatively took a pen, about the size of a highlighter and snuck it into their bags. "If you trigger somebody, get them to mark you back where you can't reach. That way we'll know it's legit."

Adam fingered the pen. "And what if we like our fur the color it already is?"

Wil rolled his eyes. "It's just one mark. And it'll grow out eventually."

The wolf grumbled and pocketed his just as the cheetah burst through the door carrying no less than three tote bags of towels and swimwear.

"I hope you guys are ready for the BEACH!" She grinned.

They all exchanged glances ranging from mild enthusaism to apprehension.

"Don't look so excited." She snarked. "Just kidding! You should! Because I RENTED A VAN!"

Adam rubbed his temples and groaned.

---

A cramped 40 minute drive and a few moments' angst of towel placement later, the five of them were spread out on their staked territory of the beach.

Wil lifted his hand to his eyes and peered out at the ocean of towels and umbrellas stretching out as far as he could see down the shore, then turned toward the literal ocean stretching westward.

The cheetah (Her name must have started with L. Lisa. Lilah. Something.) was already parked on a beach chair spread out in the sun, reading a book and obscuring the title with her hands. Wil got the impression she was more of a chaperone on these field trips than a therapist.

"Going in the water, kid?" Johan asked the tiger. Wil turned to look at him.

-Goddamn.- He thought. The bull filled out his work uniform well, but Wil never imagined the body beneath would look like that. It took considerable restraint for the tiger not to just reach out and touch his muscled chest. He could, however, afford a glance down at his swimsuit. As it turned out, the bull filled that out well too.

All of that happened in a split second, and the tiger recovered with almost no noticeable delay. He chuckled. "That must be a rhetorical question, right?" He slipped off his shirt, and swore he caught the bull looking at his body just like he gazed at the bull's. But he couldn't call him out on it.

Adam and Lukas were already seated, also showing off their upper body. Lukas wasn't flabby, just some extra all around, held against his body firmly. Adam was only a tad better. It was easy to see he kept himself in good condition and recently stopped caring, with love handles and little belly. One of the noticeable aspects of his chest was off-color fur that was bushier and acted as a treasure trail down to his waist, disappearing under his trunks.

Again, Wil almost caught himself staring for too long, and walked with Johan out to the water. Too much public to try anything for either of them, each reasoned, so they decided to have a good time out there.

Meanwhile, Adam found himself annoyed at the cheetah's company, and looked at the lion. "Wanna come with me to the tide pools?" He nodded at the north end of the beach, rocky and isolated from the crowds.

Lukas was a good sport and gave a friendly smile, "Sure, always wanted to look at those." They stood up and waved toward the cheetah, quickly clearing the crowds as they stepped toward the rocks.

It didn't take long to turn around a corner and feel completely closed off from the rest of the beach. Lukas was genuinely interested in some of the wildlife, pointing out the starfish and anemones as they passed them. Adam shrugged the comments off, eventually standing and looking out at the ocean, his hands in the pockets of his swimsuit.

The lion smirked and stood next to him.

"I take it you're not one for crowds." Lukas said.

"That's about right."

"Or people in general."

"Right agian."

"Or me."

"Eh." The wolf shrugged. "You're all right. But you're a politician."

"Former politician."

"We all have our problems." Adam said.

They remained silent, looking at the vast blue infinity in front of them.

"You don't really need that money, do you?" Lukas asked with the subtlety of a hammer to a forehead.

Adam crossed his arms. "Between you and me, no. I've got enough to get by. But it'd be nice."

"But it'd be nicer to win at something, am I right?"

Adam grumbled again. "Yeah."

"You know you got everyone's pity last time, right? Nobody in that room ever felt they had it worse than you."

"Pity isn't going to give back five years of my life."

The lion grinned. A terrible, mischevious grin. "But you don't want them back. You want to go back."

Adam stopped, turning toward Lukas. "Excuse me?"

"Come on, you don't feel like you have purpose anymore. That's why you're all irritable and angry. You miss it."

"Fucking hell I miss it!" The wolf stood up straight and glared at Lukas. "Yer an asshole, you know that?"

"Really?" The lion asked, facetious. "You don't miss Slave Time?"

Adam took the trigger like a blow to the chest, stumbling back, nearly falling off the rock if it weren't for Lukas' quick motion to jerk him back into his arms. Lukas almost pitied the wolf.

The wolf weakly struggled against him, panting quickly. He was resisting.

"Shhh...it's okay. You remember Slave Time." This time the trigger just caused him to lean further into the lion's grasp. "You remember how nice it felt. How easy it is to just trust someone."

The wolf closed his eyes and rumbled, nuzzling against the lion's chest.

"Tell me how it felt before. What was Slave Time like?"

If there was any resistance, it disappeared with that last mention. The wolf's swim trunks were even tenting, pressed up against the lion. "I was happy. Felt good to not think. To just obey. Hated Master, but loved to obey. Loved to pleasure. Loved being slave."

The lion rubbed tenderly along Adam's back. "Been a while since you pleasured anyone, hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir." The wolf said, making the lion smile. They'd only just begun and the wolf was already treating him like authority. "Want to pleasure again. Feels good to do it."

Lukas slid his claw along the back of the wolf's neck, eliciting a coo from his mouth. "We're alone here. Call me the title that makes you feel happiest."

"Yes master." Adam mumbled.

The lion pushed downward on Adam's shoulders, causing him to fall to his knees on the smooth, water-beaten rock. Before the wolf could do anything, Lukas tugged down at the waistband of his swimsuit and hefted out his package. Adam grinned, possibly eager, possibly impressed. Lukas hoped it was both.

The interaction had left the lion aroused, but he needed more to get to full length. He whispered encouragement to the wolf, who immediately nuzzled the half-erect shaft, giving the tip a few licks as well as the sides, the lion's fuzzy golden balls hanging loose behind the member.

"This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" Lukas said in a commanding tone, as if it weren't a question. "What you've been wanting all along."

"Yes, sir. It is." It might have been the mental conditioning talking, but it was certainly true at that moment.

"Then show me your desire." The lion said.

Adam slipped the entire length into his muzzle and began to bob back and forth on it, a hand reaching up and fondling the lion's balls, causing Lukas to shudder visibly.

"Careful there. Sensitive." He warned.

The wolf took it to heart and instead rubbed at his taint gingerly while he increased the speed. The lion was careful not to be too loud to attract other curious tidepool watchers, but even then the wolf got a groan out of him every few seconds. Adam was so skilled that the lion found himself edging toward orgasm faster than he could have ever expected.

"Shit." He mumbled. "You're...ahhh..." He allowed a long moan and arched his back. Adam took it as a cue to slide the whole length into his mouth and let out a groan of his own, causing his jaw to act like a vibrator.

It proved too much for the lion, who instantly climaxed, his seed flowing into the wolf's mouth, who swallowed without a word until Lukas' flow subsided.

Panting, the lion withdrew from Adam's mouth and stumbled back until he leaned up against a rock and allowed himself to slide down until he sat against it. Adam scooted himself over to sit next to him and nuzzled the lion.

Lukas let out a sigh, sliding his junk back behind his swimsuit with a little blush. "So. What to do with you." He said.

The wolf leaned in and nuzzled again.

"Your conscious self is going to be upset, I imagine."

"Livid." Adam replied with a smile.

The lion bit his lip. "Yeah. Here's what's going to happen." The wolf perked his ear up, listening intently. "You're going to wake up very slowly over the rest of the day. As we head back to the others, you will act like all we did was look at tidepools and, er, bond as friends."

The wolf nodded, absorbing the information.

"No matter what, until this game is over, you won't tell anyone what really happened here. You will find yourself physically incapable of it. Understand?"

Another nod. The lion smiled again, grabbing the dye pen from his pocket.

"Now I need you to scratch my back."

---

Johan was toweling off next to Wil and the cheetah, all three of them smiling and laughing as the tiger and bull recounted their escapades in the water. How the tide pulled Wil into the surf-only area and the bull yelled for minutes straight to get him to come back to shore. How Johan was positive he stepped on a crab but Wil assured him it was a pointy rock, and the number of times seaweed slid into their suits for a nasty surprise.

He could have sworn he was having an honest-to-god enjoyable time. Perhaps worse, he was really growing to like the tiger. It didn't seem so bad until he remembered one of them was eventually going to trigger the other, possibly negating the whole purpose of the group therapy.

He began to entertain the idea of calling it off somehow, just bowing out or convincing the others to call it quits too.

Wil pointed toward Lukas and Adam coming back from the rocky end of the shore, and they all greeted them. Lukas started talking about all the starfish he and Adam saw, with Adam mostly nodding along and agreeing.

The tiger smirked at the wolf. "Smiling, dude? Since when do you smile?"

Johan did have to admit that Adam seemed oddly cheery, until the expression disappeared from the wolf's face.

"I was having a good time until you had to screw it up."

Wil backed off and offered half-hearted apologies. The bull kept his attention on the wolf though, and soon enough he became chipper again, eyes almost always on Lukas.

The cheetah mentioned something about being out of time and making it back before sunset, so they all moved to grab their bags and dress into street clothes again.

Lukas kept his face toward the group almost the whole time, but as he reached down and grabbed his shirt, sliding it over his head, the bull saw something that made him freeze in place.

A small "A" written on his back in neon dye.

In that moment, he promised to win their little competition, though he could never articulate his reasons in mere words.