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Adding a Stick Up the Butt For Heru By Draconicon

Stan shook his head as the bear continued to rant about his issues at work, at home, and everywhere else in his life. The dragon had heard many of them before, including the seemingly 'recent' stories about his wife's distance, and everything else that had put issues in their marriage. It wasn't anything new, and he had to force himself to keep looking interested in the bear's ravings.

In truth, it was more than a little annoying having to put up with this...he had to think for a moment to remember the name. Ham, that was it. It was more than a bit annoying to listen to him go on again and again, never making any changes. It was clear that the bear didn't want to change, at least to him.

Why do you even bother coming here? he wondered, shaking his head a bit.

"What, you don't think I deserve to be upset?"

Jumping at the sudden shift in topic, the dragon realized that he must have shaken his head a bit more than he'd thought. He put on a smile, sitting up straight and pulling his hands out of his pockets.

"No, no, Ham. You are perfectly in your rights to be upset when things go wrong."

"Yeah...Yeah, you're right. You're right."

The bear nodded, then settled back into talking about everything that was wrong with his life, and how none of it was his fault. Gradually, the dragon sunk back down in his seat, and let his thoughts take over once more. It was better than listening to this.

Ham always had the same complaints, and with the lack of any changes, Stan could only conclude that the bear must - on some level - like being mad at the world. It was like he couldn't be happy unless he was angry. A whole different issue than what he was expected to treat.

As he slid his hands back in his pockets, Stan felt a little bump. His fingers instinctively clasped around it, and the dragon ran his thumb over the top of a small pendant that he kept on him. He could feel every detail, from the smooth glass to the ridges along the edges that imitated his own scales. It was a little gift that he'd received from his teacher in psychology after he'd learned all that he could about hypno-therapy, and usually, it stayed right in his pocket. Most people didn't need it, and those that did had other means of being treated.

But for Ham...he might make an exception.

Tuning into the conversation again to make sure that there was enough of a break for him to speak up, the dragon cleared his throat. The bear blinked.

"Huh? What is it?"

"I think that we need to take your treatment a little further, big guy."

"What? I thought - My insurance -"

"Won't have to cover anything extra. I promise."

"Well..."

"Don't worry. Just sit up, and watch."

As the bear sat up, the dragon pulled his pendant free from his pocket. It wasn't as big a thing as some therapists liked to use for hypnosis, but it was large enough, and the glass on the front was big enough to catch the light without becoming overly distracting. He barely had to tap it to send it swinging on the end of its chain, and immediately the bear started looking at it, though with some cynicism.

"What, you're going to make me cluck like a chicken or something?"

"No, no. We're just going to relax you, so you can talk freely."

"Haven't I been? Man, this is bull."

"Don't worry. If it doesn't work, this session will be free."

That always worked, and this was no exception. The bear slowly nodded, and settled in, watching the pendant sway from side to side.

Stan let that go for a few minutes, letting the quiet between them settle in. It was a rare novelty in these sessions, and he wanted to savor it. Not to mention that it let him study the bear a little bit more, letting him see just what was going through Ham's head. He was shifty, uncomfortable in the quiet, that much was certain. The bear moved and squirmed in his seat, but he never took his eyes away. On some level, he really did want to get better.

And that was all the opening that Stan needed.

"Just watch the pendant, Ham. It's not that hard, and it'll help. In fact, it's incredibly easy. Just follow it back and forth, back and forth. You don't even have to move your head, do you? All you have to do is follow the pendant, back and forth, back and forth.

"It's so easy to follow it that you don't have to think about it. It's so easy to follow it that you can let yourself relax, so easy to follow it that you can let yourself drift off. After all, it's so simple, so easy, that you don't need to think about what is going on. All you have to do is follow the light, and listen to what I say.

"After all, I am the therapist here. Don't you trust me? Don't you find it so easy to trust someone that's been listening to you for so long? Don't you want to listen to me in return for a while?"

There was no nod, but he could see a whispered 'yes' on the bear's lips. He smiled.

"That's it. Just keep following the pendant, and keep listening to my voice. It's two simple things, two very simple things that you have to do. Now, isn't that so simple? Isn't that so easy to do? Just keep watching and keep listening, keep watching and keep listening, and you'll be completely fine."

He smiled at the bear's drooping eyelids, seeing him drifting further and further into trance. It wouldn't be long now.

"Just let yourself rest and relax as you listen to my words and watch the swaying pendant. Just listen to me and watch, listen and watch. It's so simple, so easy to let yourself drift away as you listen to me, and focus on nothing but the pendant."

The bear finally slumped forward. It was different from his usual slump, his usual hang-dog appearance. Rather than all the tension and all the built-up stress in his body, everything seemed to go limp, leaving him looking like a big, cuddly lump rather than the wrecking ball of fur that he normally looked like.

That's just about perfect, he thought as he put the pendant on a small hook that stuck out from his lamp. It kept swinging, and the bear kept watching as Stan walked around him. It was easy for the dragon to adjust the bear's position, laying him over the couch so that his ass hung off of one side, and his head pointed towards the other end.

"You've been so angry for so long, haven't you, Ham? It's like you've had a pain inside of you, a deep pain that needs to be stroked and massaged away. You could never get this on your own. You'd need help to get rid of it. And you've come to the right person."

He dragged the bear's pants down, smiling at the exposed fuzzy rump. It was big and round, fleshy and thick, and as he groped it, he could feel the fattier bits sinking in. He left big 'dents' in the flesh as he pushed down to the muscle, squeezing and pulling on those big ass cheeks. The dragon shoved them together, then pulled them apart again, leaning in to get a good view.

And what a view it was. The revealed asshole was pink and tight, and he smirked as he watched it pucker up even tighter as he breathed over it. The bear tensed up, however, and the dragon spoke again.

"There's nothing to worry about. Here, you are safe. You're with someone that you can trust. You are with someone that will take care of you. You are with someone that can help you. And you want to be helped, don't you?"

"...Yes..."

It was almost a zombie 'yes', but it was enough for him. Stan chuckled, leaning down and kissing the bear's hole. It twitched, puckering against his lips, and he smiled to himself. It was a hot piece of flesh, and as he breathed in, he could smell the sweat lingering around it. The bear must have come here right after work for him to still have such a hot tang, and he imagined that the blue-collar male must have been pretty used to smelling like this. Perhaps he should encourage that.

But that was for another time. He pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as they'd go, and licked around the rim. His forked tongue dragged along the flesh, pulling at it and encouraging it to relax, even as he got it wet and slippery. In short order, he could hear Ham moaning, quietly but definitely moaning. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He leaned in further, knowing that his head was almost disappearing between the bear's hefty ass cheeks. Each slow lick of his tongue seemed to relax that hole even more, and by extension, the bear himself. He flicked his tongue over that pink star several times, moaning a little himself as his pants started to strain under his growing erection.

He only pulled back when the bear's hole started to twitch and loosen up properly. Sliding a finger in to keep it loose, he whispered.

"This is what you've been needing, Ham. A simple 'massage' inside of you. It's something that only a qualified therapist can give you, only someone like me can do. This 'massage' will rub away all that anger and hurt, all that pain and suffering. Every time that you need this, you'll need me. You'll come here, and ask me to help you. You'll come here, and ask me to hypnotize you so you can get your special 'massage', and then turn around and present yourself. Do you understand?"

"Mmm....yes...."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes...I understand...heh..."

Knowing they had slipped from zombie to giddy servant, the dragon knew that it was time to take his pleasure. He slipped his pants down, and fished out his cock. The shaft was fairly massive, but he had promised an intense 'massage', hadn't he? He chuckled, rubbing the thick tip against the bear's slicked up hole a few times as he pulled his finger back.

"Alright...here we go."

He had to put a great deal of pressure on the bear's hole to slide in, and in the end, it was more of a pop than a slide. Ham tensed up under him, and for a moment, Stan almost thought that the trance would end. He paused, waiting.

But as the bear settled down, groaning happily, he knew that he was safe. The dragon grinned, gripping the couch and starting to thrust forward, shoving half of his cock into the bear before pulling almost all the way out, and slamming the other half in. Back and forth, back and forth he went, always pushing the bear to his limits, always taking him that little bit further.

He panted, almost drooling on the back of Ham's neck as his need pushed him harder, his cock throbbing inside of that hot, eager hole. He leaned forward, his chest against the bear's back as he wrapped his arms around his patient. Every thrust left that hefty bear ass jiggling, and he could feel every ripple against his crotch, every jiggle against his cock.

"Almost...there...You?"

The bear only nodded, grunting as he stared straight ahead at the swaying crystal. It was all that the dragon needed to know. He squeezed his patient tight, holding him close as he thrust one, two, three more times -

And roared at the top of his lungs, cumming hard. He spilled his load deep in the bear, and as he felt Ham's ass tighten around his cock, he knew that the patient had cum as well.

Better remember to clean up the couch...

"Stan? Mr. Hannelor?"

He froze. The receptionist. He'd forgotten about her. The doorknob rattled slightly, and he whipped his head round.

"Everything is fine, Evelyn. Don't come in."

"Are you sure? Maybe I should -"

"Busywork!"

The doorknob froze in mid-turn, and slowly, the sound of footsteps leaving faded away. He slumped down in relief as he pulled out of the bear. More than ever, he was glad he'd installed that trigger word in her.

"Now to get it all cleaned up..."

"So, Ham, are you feeling better?"

"Much better, Doc. Thanks. Whatever that was - well, I feel much better."

"Good. We'll do the same on your next appointment. Is the 15th good for you?"

The End