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A Hypnotic Visit for Ra'Zim by Draconicon

Despite months of planning, the raccoon's hand still shook as it hovered over the door. Stripes didn't know why; this was precisely what he had wanted for far too long, and he had no idea when he'd get the chance to meet his Master again. He should be knocking loudly and eagerly...but he couldn't quite shake a sense of nervousness.

What if he's not like how he is online? What if he's someone dangerous? What if I can't do what he wants me to do?

That last one in particular was a huge fear for him, and one that he struggled against on a daily basis. Even on their online meets, all he wanted to do was be the best pet for his master that he could, and even then he wondered if he did it right. There was so much that he could be doing wrong, and he wasn't sure if his master was always honest. He felt that he screwed up much more than Master told him.

Stripes took a couple deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart. He just had to knock. That's all he had to do. Just knock on the door, and then he'd be let in, and then they'd get started. That's all he had to do.

His fist shook above the door as he slowly pulled his hand back. He was just about to do it. He really was. One more second. He just needed one more - okay, two more seconds, just two, then he'd -

Creak went the door, and Stripes pulled his hand back down to his side as his cheeks burned bright red. Standing in the doorway was a rabbit-eared, barefooted deer, who just happened to have rabbit feet rather than hooves. His master, Ra'Zim. The raccoon looked down and away as the deer smiled.

"Hey, you're finally here."

"Y-yeah, just, uh, took a while."

"You've been sitting here on the doorstep for the last fifteen minutes, haven't you?"

He blushed.

"...Twenty."

"Silly boy. Come inside."

Taking the invitation quickly, the raccoon stepped inside. He heard the door close, and for a second, he thought that he heard the door click shut, locked. But that was his paranoia...wasn't it?

Shaking his head, he followed the deer to the living room, and sat down across his Master in one of the reclining chairs. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Stripes closed his eyes and laid his head back against the back of the chair. It was going to be okay, he told himself. It was going to be -

CLASH!

He nearly jumped out of his fur at the sudden sound, and was halfway out of his chair before Ra'Zim held up his hands, nodding towards the table. Stripes looked down and realized that it had just been a couple of glasses being put down. Nothing serious, just something completely mundane. And it had still scared him more than anything in the last week.

Slumping back down in the chair, he held a hand to his head.

"Sorry, I'm just...nervous."

"I think it's time that we did something to fix that, then."

"Like what?"

"Like a bit of hypnosis."

Stripes blushed as he looked over at the deer again, seeing that he was reaching behind his seat and pulling at something from a box. The raccoon shuffled back and forth, squirming in his own chair as he debated arguing it. After all, the hypnosis did mean that he would be completely helpless if he gave in. It could put him in danger, make things bad for him or worse if they were already bad.

On the other hand...Ra'Zim was his Master, and he needed to accept that sooner or later if he was going to be a good pet. He needed to trust him, and he might as well start now.

So he leaned forward a little when the deer brought the golden pendant out, swallowing a bit to calm down as he fixed his eyes on it. There was already a small trigger from some Skype sessions that made him look at it, so he couldn't really look away when the pendant started swaying from side to side. He followed it, drawn along by the color and the soft glint of light coming off of it as Master started to talk.

"Here we are, my pet. Together at last. All that time we talked about it, and we're finally in the same room. Does it feel good, my pet?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

Stripes smiled.

"I want you to hold onto that feeling while you watch the pendant. That warm, relaxed feeling of being around me. Hold onto that feeling. Feel it get stronger, and stronger, closer and closer to the heart of you as you watch the pendant. Just keep watching, and let that warm feeling get stronger, and stronger, getting warmer with each sway of the watch."

The raccoon nodded again, though a bit slower. The feeling was a very good one, even though his nerves had been strong enough to damp it down earlier. The more he thought about it, the better it felt. Being with his Master was good. Being with his Master made him feel so very, very good, and it was getting better as the pendant continued to sway.

"That's it. Just keep watching, keep holding onto that feeling. Being with Master is all that you ever wanted. Being with Master matters so much more than your worries. Being with Master relaxes you, and it is getting more relaxing the longer you spend with me. Does it feel good, my pet?"

"...Yes..."

"Good boy."

He blushed, feeling the warmth spreading through his body, running down his legs, over his arms, up his neck. It felt good. Master made him feel good.

"Just let yourself bask in the feeling, like you're basking in my presence now. It feels so good to be with your Master. It feels so good to be around someone that cares for you, that will take care of you. And you know Master will always take care of you. It's so easy to let the worries go, and let the warm feeling wash it away. The feeling is getting stronger, getting better, with each sway of the pendant.

"Let all those worries, all those thoughts fade away with the swaying of the pendant. It feels so good to let someone else take care of you, so good to let someone else think. All you have to do is be a good pet for your Master, something that gets easier and easier with each sway of the pendant. Does it feel good to be a good pet, my pet?"

"...y...yes..."

"Good boy."

Yet again, that phrase. He was barely noticing it anymore, something that was slipping away under that wave of total pleasure, happiness, and glowing light. It felt like a gentle lamp had been installed in his head instead of his brain, a little glow that would occasionally spill shadows on the wall, instructions for him. The raccoon realized he'd slumped back in his chair, staring forward with a dumb grin.

Dumb. That felt about right, he supposed, chuckling slowly and quietly as the pendant continued to sway.

"You're such a good boy for your Master. Such a good boy for your Master, who makes you feel so good. So good, that you never want to leave. Good boys never want to leave their masters. Tell me, are you a good boy, my pet?"

"..."

Pet couldn't do anything but nod his head, and the Master smiled from his seat, slowly putting the watch down and pulling something else out. The raccoon stared dumbly at his Master as a collar was revealed, and the deer gently pointed to the ground.

"On all fours, my pet."

The raccoon did just that, slowly crawling out of the chair and making his way across the living room floor. He was slow, and he felt clumsy, like he didn't really belong on all fours. Yet, he must have; Master said that he was to be on all fours, and there was nothing that Master could do wrong. He was always right.

As he stopped in front of the Master, he felt the collar press against the back of his neck. Something in him blushed as it wrapped around his neck, constricting his throat slightly for a moment before it was released. The jingle of the tag on the front - something something "Zim" - caught his attention, but not before he was turned to face the Master again.

"You are a good boy, my pet. And I never let go of my good boys. You'll be so happy to stay with me, forever, won't you?"

Yes, of course he would. Why would Pet want to do anything else? He was the pet, and the Master was...well, the wonderful Master. He nodded happily, and the deer chuckled to himself.

"That's a very good pet. Now, lay on your back. Your Master has a reward for his good little boy."

Panting softly, the raccoon rolled over, and smiled up towards the ceiling. The Master always had nice treats. The Master was kind, good, and all the wonderful things in the world. He couldn't wait to see what he'd get.

As one of the deer's rabbit feet were lifted off the ground, the raccoon moaned softly, putting his hands to his chest like little paws. He stuck out his tongue as the sole was lowered to his face, dragging it over the pad with a thankful whimper. The soft taste of the pad was almost bland, but he kept licking regardless, thankful for the treat of his Master's feet in his face.

"That's a good boy. Make sure that you clean them well. Your Master needs to have a clean pair."

Yes, yes he did, and Pet would be happy to give his master what he needed. The raccoon dragged his tongue along the undersides of the rabbit's feet, happily licking and lapping at the pad and the toes with every single motion. He panted, his own excitement rather obvious, but that didn't really matter to him.

He was Pet, and he would serve Master properly.

The End