# Hypnoetry: Pandora's Box

Author: star dragon
Tags: Bear, Feline, Fellatio, Hypnosis, M/F, Poetry, Potion, Rhyme, Wings

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.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/A1poXAln