{"sf1_id":474387,"sf2_id":"0mv3xX4n","title":"Story Give-Away 1: The Hypno-Cake - By Draconicon","author":"Taiko","words":2577,"posted_at":"2012-12-15T04:19:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Dragon","Hypnosis","Implied Sex","M/solo","Mind Control","Nudity","Snapshot story","Trance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474387-story-give-away-1-the-hypno-cake-by-draconicon","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mv3xX4n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/56/ee/56eeb8db-8339-4a55-80dd-c26736e91765","description":"A story in which a certain birthday dragon gets what he wants the most, and doesn't even realize it.","content":"Story Give-Away 1: The Hypno-Cake  \n  \nWritten by Draconicon  \nAll characters and art were used with the permission of their owners, and are listed below. This story has   \n  \nbeen reposted with Draconicon's permission.  \n  \n  \nThe dragon smiled at the various members of the Agency that had shown up to wish him a happy birthday. Most   \n  \nof the time they could be a little stand-offish, but even the most distant of them seemed to be a little   \n  \nmore welcoming when it was someone's birthday. Some weird looks here and there, but Jace assumed it was   \n  \njust because they weren't used to being sociable with others.  \n  \nThat didn't stop him from enjoying the party, though. They had punch, a bit of alcohol flowing - only   \n  \nbecause the boss was out and about in the field at the moment, though - and snacks that he loved. The black   \n  \nand red dragon flicked a glance towards one of the other agents, nodding his head with a smile of thanks,   \n  \nand getting a little nod in return before the agent turned back to his conversation.  \n  \n\"Heh,\" Jace chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he munched on some of the snacks. Little crackers,\n\n\u0026nbsp;bits of meat, and some sweet stuff too. There was an ice cream machine at the end of the table, and more   \n  \nthan a few of the agents had gone over there as soon as they had seen it. Most of them had stopped to wish   \n  \nhim a happy birthday first, of course, but it was clear that the ice cream machine was the real attraction.   \n  \nNot that he blamed them; it was a rare thing to get sweets in here, even during parties.  \n  \nA little ting ting sound caught his attention as he munched on one of the snacks, and he turned along with   \n  \nthe rest of the room to the source of the sound. One of the other agents, an orca, held up a glass, and was   \n  \nonly now putting down the knife he'd tapped against it. \"Attention, attention, everyone,\" the orca called   \n  \nout. \"Can I have everyone's attention, please? Thank you.  \n  \n\"Now, we all know why we're here, or at least I hope we do. Those of you that are a little slow on the   \n  \nuptake, I give you, Jace!\" He gestured over to the dragon, all eyes in the room going from the orca to him.   \n  \nJace blushed a bit at the attention from everyone, and the orca only added to that when he kept talking.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"An excellent worker, a dedicated employee, and someone we can rely on to do anything that the boss asks so   \n  \nthat the rest of us don't wind up in a pile of trouble. Happy birthday, Jace; hope you have many more.\" The   \n  \norca raised his glass. \"To Jace!\"  \n  \n\"To Jace!\" the rest of the room shouted, drinking their toast to the dragon.  \n  \nAs the orca swallowed his drink, he put it down. \"Now, what's a party without a cake? Didn't we get a cake   \n  \nfor the birthday dragon?\" he called out.  \n  \n\"It's downstairs!\" one of the other guys called out.  \n  \n\"Well, that's not the right place for it.\" The orca looked over at the dragon, and Jace rolled his eyes.   \n  \n\"Heh, I know it's your birthday, Jace, but do you mind - \"  \n  \n\"I get it, I get it,\" he said with a shake of his head. \"I'll be back in a bit, guys. Third floor, right?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, that's it.\"  \n  \nHe chuckled to himself as he left the room, shaking his head as he crossed the hall to the elevator. Well,   \n  \nat least the birthday only had him doing one thing that he shouldn't have to be doing. That was a good bit   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;better than a regular day, when the boss came around and kept messing with his head and his body. Not that   \n  \nit was a big deal most of the time, but he appreciated getting a little more warning than he was usually   \n  \ngiven. Now that he thought about it, it was probably the fact that the boss loved messing with him so much   \n  \nthat got him so much credit with the rest of the agency. He took the crap so that they didn't have to.  \n  \nWell, there were worse reasons to be liked, he supposed. Shaking his head as the elevator dinged and   \n  \nopened, he walked out into the hall. \"Let's see....they'd probably put that in the cafe area...\" Jace   \n  \nmuttered to himself, turning down the right side of the hallway, counting off a few unmarked doors on his   \n  \nway.  \n  \nWhen he reached the fourth one, he pulled it open. The cafe wasn't occupied, considering that most of the   \n  \nstaff were upstairs at the party, so he had the place all to himself.  \n  \nIt was clear where the cake was. There was a cart in the side of the room that was covered up with a large   \n  \nbox that was designed to be moved away, and his name was written on the side. \"Heh, those guys,\" Jace said   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;with a little shake of his head. He walked over and pulled the box off, a little curious what kind of cake   \n  \nthey had gotten him.  \n  \nIt was massive, three big layers of cake and icing stretching up from the plate the cake was on. They must   \n  \nhave gotten some ever burning candles or something, because it was already lit, the candles providing a   \n  \ngentle light around the cake, a sort of shimmer. The icing was white and reflected the light a bit, making   \n  \nthe fires dance in his vision in a very pretty way.  \n  \nAt the top of the cake were two little spiral things. At first he thought they were like lollipops, but   \n  \nthey were too small to be something like that. They seemed like they were lit up from the inside, almost,   \n  \nbut it was really just the flickering candlelight from the rest of the cake. The white spirals that faced   \n  \nhim almost seemed to turn in the candlelight, spinning slowly as he looked at them. It was almost   \n  \nentrancing....and kind of hard to look away from.  \n  \nJace stared at the circles for a few seconds before he shook his head, rubbing his forehead for a second to   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;clear his mind. \"That was weird,\" he muttered under his breath. Walking around to one side of the cart, he   \n  \ngrabbed it and turned it towards the door. \"Better get this upstairs before everyone else gets too hungry   \n  \nto wait. I want some ice cream with my cake.\"  \n  \nThe door opened easily at the push of the cart, but Jace hardly noticed as he stepped out into the hallway   \n  \nagain. He had thought that the little spirals on the top of the cake were pointed towards the side, but   \n  \neither the spirals turned all the way around the cake, or they had gotten turned around somehow. Or had   \n  \nthey? He didn't really remember just how it had looked, so he might have been mistaken.  \n  \nAt any rate, it meant that he was looking right at them as he pushed the cart along. It wasn't a bad sight,   \n  \nhe thought to himself after he found himself looking at them a bit more closely. The firelight dancing   \n  \nalong the spirals really made for some interesting visual effects, the shadows of the flickering lights   \n  \nreally making it look like the spirals were spinning. The dragon chuckled to himself, just watching the   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;spirals as they turned, and turned, and turned. When he slowed down, the lights flickered a little faster   \n  \nfor a second, and the spirals looked like they were spinning even faster.  \n  \nThe spirals reminded him of his boss, and some of the things that he kept coming up with in the hypnosis   \n  \ndepartment. Usually they involved spirals to some degree. Perhaps the dragon would bring this up sometime,   \n  \njust as a little anecdote. The boss might find it a little funny.  \n  \nThey kept spinning in front of his eyes, and the dancing lights were starting to make him sleepy. He shook   \n  \nhis head a few times, and the first time he did it, it woke him up a bit. But after that, no matter what he   \n  \ndid, he just couldn't shake the lethargy that he felt. Something about those lights just made him so tired.   \n  \n\"And on my birthday...\" he broke off with a yawn. \"On my birthday of all days. Come on, Jace, wake up. It's   \n  \nyour birthday, and you're going to enjoy it without your boss around to mess you up.\"  \n  \nNo matter what he tried, though, his eyes kept slowly falling shut. Not all the way, or he would have   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;veered right of to the side. It wasn't long before he stopped being bothered by the fact that he was   \n  \ngetting so tired, just going along with it. Even the yawns were barely noticeable after the first few   \n  \ntimes, his eyes drooping further and further shut until they were barely halfway open. His feet padded   \n  \nlightly on the hallway floor, the carpet giving back just enough sound for it be almost metronomic,   \n  \nsteady...relaxing...  \n  \nHe could feel his brain slowing down more and more with every step, the look of the dancing spirals filling   \n  \nhis vision even if he wasn't quite looking at the things on the top of the cake. They were so bright, but   \n  \nthey didn't bother his eyes at all. It just made everything else look a little dimmer, which made him want   \n  \nto look at the lit up cake just a little bit more.  \n  \nJace paused at the elevator, one hand blindly reaching for the bottoms. He felt the smoothness of the wall   \n  \nagainst his hand, rubbing his hand along them, up and down, fumbling for the button. He could have just   \n  \nlooked away from the spirals, he supposed, but why would he do that? They were so fascinating to look at,   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;so very relaxing to just stare into. It was just what he needed to do, he realized. His birthday was   \n  \nsupposed to be a day when he could relax, and looking at the cake was helping him do just that.  \n  \nFinally he found the elevator button, stumbling inside as the doors opened. They seemed to move so slow out   \n  \nof the corner of his eyes, but at the same time, he didn't remember seeing them close. It was so hard to   \n  \nkeep track of what was going on around him anymore, the only thing that he could pay attention to the   \n  \nlights of the cake, the soft, metronomically rhythmic sound of his footsteps, and the spirals at the top of   \n  \nthe cake.  \n  \nAn idea came into his head, flowing into his brain like molasses on top of dessert, a quiet little thought   \n  \nthat he barely had time to recognize before accepting it and going along with it. If he was supposed to be   \n  \nrelaxing, if he was supposed to be having a relaxing birthday, why was he in his clothes? It was so much   \n  \nmore comfortable out of them, wasn't it? They were so tight, after all, he thought to himself. The thought   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;didn't sound much like his normal thoughts, but what other thoughts could be in his head? Only his own,   \n  \nright?  \n  \nOff came his clothes, slowly falling to the floor of the elevator. His suit, his shirt fell to the floor in   \n  \na crumpled pile, joined by his shoes. He had to fumble a bit to reach for his socks, adding them to the   \n  \npile, and he was only slightly aware of his pants coming off. The lights flickered, and the spirals seemed   \n  \nto speed up for a second when he took off his underwear, but it only made him smile. At least, Jace thought   \n  \nit did. He felt his lips turning up slightly for a second before dropping back down to a neutral position.   \n  \nHe might have his mouth open too, he realized, just a bit.  \n  \nThe thoughts didn't last long as he kept looking at the candles and the spirals, feeling them draw him on.   \n  \nThey were so soothing, so very soothing for him. He sighed softly, only barely hearing the door ding as it   \n  \nopened. It was strange. The doors seemed to open so slowly, but he never saw them fully open. One moment,   \n  \nthere was just a crack, and the next moment, they were threatening to close on him again. But there was   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;never a hurry, just a little push forward, the cart keeping the doors open for him to step through.  \n  \nMuted noise filled his ears for a moment as he stepped back into the party room, but it got quieter almost   \n  \ninstantly after he passed the doorway. His eyes half closed, he barely saw anything. His ears filled with a   \n  \nsoft buzz that had grown to drown out almost all sound, he could hear nothing. But all he needed to see   \n  \nwere the spirals, the lights; all he needed to hear were the soft footfalls of his steps, pfft pfft pfft on   \n  \nthe carpeted floor.  \n  \nOut of the corners of his eyes, he could see several people looking at him, muttering behind hands. He   \n  \ndidn't understand why. This was his birthday, wasn't it? Wasn't he supposed to be doing this, bringing the   \n  \ncake to the room? Why mutter behind their hands?  \n  \nThe question disappeared in a second as he reached the front of the room. Slowly, he got another idea. As   \n  \nthe rest of the room watched, he slowly got up from the floor, pulling himself up onto one side of the   \n  \ncart. The room was so dark that most of the others were only silhouettes, barely visible at all beyond the   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;light of the cake and the candles, and the gleaming spinning spirals.  \n  \nHis legs spread slightly, his knees on either side of the cake, his hands laying on his thighs. His eyes   \n  \ncontinued to look down at the cake, but he turned his head slightly to the side, feeling his mouth droop   \n  \nslightly, just barely open. It was so natural, even if he couldn't quite understand why he was doing it. It   \n  \nwas relaxing, though, very soothing, and that was all the reason he needed.  \n  \nThe silhouettes came closer, closer. Whispered words from silent lips fell on deaf ears, and he felt a   \n  \nlittle tingle running through his body....  \n  \n#  \n  \nRING RING RING!  \n  \nRING RING RING!  \n  \nRING RING -  \n  \n\"Hello?\" Jace muttered sleepily, pulling his phone to the ear not covered by a pillow. \"Jace speaking.\"  \n  \n\"Hey, Jace, what are you doing in bed? It's your birthday, remember?\"  \n  \nThe dragon pulled himself out of bed slowly, though with a growing smile on his face. \"Oh right, I'd almost   \n  \nforgot. Like I could ever forget something like that,\" he said. He walked over to his closet, pulling out a   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;shirt.  \n  \nHe paused for a second. \"I thought I had more of these,\" he muttered as he counted over the shirts again.  \n  \n\"Something wrong, Jace?\"  \n  \n\"Hmm? Oh, no, no,\" he said with a shake of his head. \"Anything I need to do on my way into the office   \n  \ntoday?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, nothing much. Just one thing, really,\" his co-worker said. \"We ordered you a cake, but they said that   \n  \nsomeone needs to get out there and pick it up. You mind grabbing it on your way in?\"  \n  \nFighting a weird feeling of deja vu, Jace said, \"Sure, just give the address.\"  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \nJace belongs to Jace Zantetsukin  \n  \nOriginal art was by Dakota Haven  \n[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9406983/](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9406983/)  \n  \n\n"}