Hypnoetry: Pandora's Box
My first submission into a field that I may have just invented, Furry Hypnosis Poetry. I was thinking of the ongoing Hypnosis Story Contest when I was writing this. Though quite lengthy for a poem, it's less than a third of the required length for the contest. It's not a qualified entry, so I doubt the hypnofurs will be posting it. And I do hope they don't mind me co-opting their little Fibonacci swirl for my icon. However, there is an honorable mention for short works, and submitting this won't bar me from making a qualifying entry. So while I'd best get my nose to the grindstone on that next story, I do hope you all enjoy this bit of dabbling I did into something a little... unconventional.
What a creature before him a cat but with wings. Truly this world played host to such wondrous things.
"Welcome back to my home my cute little pet." The bear was confused. "I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Why don't I explain? Have a seat over there." And without deciding to sit, the bear found himself in a chair.
"You've been here before." The words rang true in his head. Hinting at memories like tugging a thread.
Yet the bear was still stymied as he tried to think. But there in a heartbeat was the cat with a drink.
She offered it slowly pursing her lips, coyly asking the bear if he'd like a sip.
"Your favorite." she said holding it up aloft. "Why don't you have some?" she asked, so quiet and soft.
Now clasped in his hands this fluid of pink. The bear thought he'd taste this mysterious drink.
If it wasn't his favorite his mind had certainly changed. When he next looked up the cup had been drained.
Taking his glass he saw her face in a frown. "You look so very tired. Why don't you lay down?"
The drink made him dizzy, so slow in the head. He said only one word and that word was: "Bed..."
Yes, there was the bed a spread fit for a king. The cat smirked as she watched her pet capitulating.
The pillows were soft the sheets very light. He didn't feel much like sleep, but he was losing this fight.
"Now isn't that better?" she asked with a purr, running a hand up his chest and tickling his fur.
Too contented to worry where his shirt had went, he gave a small sigh. His resistance was spent.
"Remember me now?" the young feline asked. The bear briefly struggled with what he'd been tasked.
"I've... met you before." The little bear recalled. Though beyond that he found that his memory stalled.
"Would you like me to help?" came an innocent query. The bear nodded "Yes..." his vision suddenly bleary.
Two eyes of gold with shimmering gleam. Forgotten to look away or so it would seem.
"What a thing to forget!" The little bear thought. And so in this gaze, The little bear was caught.
Her wings swept the air before they gently closed. Bringing her sweet perfume to his quivering nose.
"Do you know why it is your memory fades, little bear? I've taken your memories and hid them somewhere."
"It's a secret locked box to which only I have a key. But I'll let you in if you cooperate with me."
The bear took a moment, but it was easy to choose. This cat made him happy. He'd be a fool to refuse.
"I want to remember. What must I do?" "Oh no need for words. How 'bout I show you?"
The glow from her eyes flashed and swept higher, sparking and churning like the light of a fire.
"Let me in, little bear." Came a voice in his mind. "For if you let me look I know you'll like what I find."
And the bear soon reached out to the presence he felt, and for his good deed a reward he was dealt.
The warmth of her eyes seeped into his brain, banishing sadness, confusion and pain.
The bear gave a shudder of pleasure, no doubt. The rewards of submission he'd now figured out.
And as she placed a hand alongside of his face, the web of his thoughts she began to trace.
This way and that the bear's many thoughts led. So much going on in that cute little head.
Such silly, cluttered thoughts that would be no fun. She plucked at the threads clearing them one by one.
His head felt so clear body and mind relaxed. Before this he felt drained so tired and taxed.
But the cat kindly showed him the err of his ways. Replacing the stress with quiet, heavenly haze.
The cat soon revealed the treasure she sought. So carefully nestled within a prison of thought.
As she opened the box the bear gave a moan. Not implanted this time these thoughts were his own.
A tide of experience thoughts and emotion, informed the bear of the depth of his care and devotion.
Long he had served his mistress and friend. A service he loved and hoped never to end.
Memories flooded through him as the box emptied its charge. The bear gave a gasp his eyes growing large.
What the cat wanted from him was far outside the norm. She craved him for his body. She had lust for his form.
Such vast opportunity, a chance he doubted he deserved. As his mistress explained how best he could serve.
Her request made him blush but he couldn't deny. How much he wanted to help and give it a try.
She positioned herself the sight making him weak. But he stayed committed to bringing her to her peak.
As he lowered his head his work passed in a blur. A torrent of passion, of feathers and fur.
As the bear licked off the fruits of his work. He felt sleepy again his mind clouded with murk.
For his mistress again had slipped her key in the lock. Sealing away this new memory inside Pandora's Box.
She praised her pet as his mind faded away. Assuring that this wasn't the last chance that they'd have to play.
And the bear for his part nodded off with a sigh. He'd never truly sate her but Lord knows he'd try.