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Majorra flicked away the embered stub of her last cigarette and collapsed into the dockside hammock. Despite willing every muscle in her body to relax, the wolf girl fidgeted, unable to get comfortable.

It made no sense. This was supposed to be the perfect vacation, just her and a couple friends at a secluded lakeside cabin; it was a full hour-long drive to the nearest town and guaranteed source of people.

And that was entirely the problem. All her friends had somehow conspired to be absent at exactly the same time and exactly when she most wanted someone, anyone to be with her. Thanks to her being out of smokes, she had begged one friend to take their only car to town to pick up some more. There was no cell reception, no internet, not even a land line to bring her a voice of another living soul.

Majorra wanted far more than a voice though. There was a spot in her head, just behind her eyes, that felt... itchy. The powers that let her easily influence others were just begging to be used. She wanted nothing more than to have a random fur there to grab, throw into the nearest bedroom, drain their will away, and have some fun, wild hypno-sex with. But there was no one, and it was driving her crazy.

Another fidgeting attempt to ignore the tingle behind her eyes caused her to roll right off the hammock and land with an ungainly thud on the grass. "Ok, that does it." She reached into her pocket to try and fish out another cigarette and remembered that she just threw away the stump of her last one. She stormed back towards the house, her thick boots tromping along the old wooden floors and threw open the door to the cottage with a small bang, standing defiantly in the doorway. "Ok, house, just you and me. If I can't find someone else to play with right away, you'll just have to help me prep for my victim's arrival."

The wolf girl cast her gaze to the big living room nearby. Above the couch hung a small chunk of tree trunk, artistically carved to resemble a grazing moose; what interested her wasn't the wood, but the huge bolts that allowed it to hang from the wall, bolts much heavier and stronger than what was needed to hang that piece of wood. She suspected the art was there as a cover-up, hiding the secret kinky use of the hanging devices. "And where there's one secret, there's bound to be more," she reasoned, allowing herself a rare smile.

While she'd been at the cabin for half a week already, she hadn't yet really looked into all the nooks and crannies of her temporary living space. Two hours later, though, and while she had become far more intimate with it, the deepest secret she had found didn't come from the house itself, but from one of her fellow guests: a pair of handcuffs tucked away in the unmentionables drawer of one of her girlfriends. They looked to be more plastic than metal, were painted hot pink by the manufacturer, and had a logo reading "Fit2BTied" printed on the side, with the dots on the i's done up like hearts. Just looking at them made Majorra cringe slightly, and whisper, "Oh, honey, we have to teach you a thing or two about the right toys to bring to a party."

Although it had failed to turn up anything, the search had at least taken her mind quite off the itch behind her eyes. The only place she hadn't thoroughly checked yet was her own room. She peered under the bed, poked beneath the mattress, checked the headboard for anything out of the ordinary, pulled out every piece of her clothes, and checked the drawers for hidden compartments. She even spent a whole minute trying to think of something unusually sexy that could be done with the heavy rods that held up the curtains around each window, without much success.

Then she peeked into the closet. The doors were thick and heavy so it took a moment of prying to get the old hinges to work, and once they were open she took a closer look through its inhabitants. Her closet seemed to be the dumping space for items that were no longer used but might be mildly valuable: chipped china was cradled carefully in a corner, some worn down rickety chairs were stacked above them, an old TV with the antennae bent at odd angles rested on its side, and there, slid into a nook, was an old vanity with one of the chairs settled in front of it. Majorra's eyes lit up when she saw the vanity. The sole light-bulb in the closet was situated right over the chair to provide light for it. The vanity wasn't here to be stored away: it belonged here.

She peeked around the chair first. Sure enough there was an odd eyebolt sticking out of it here and there, and the chair was weighty enough that it would make a good bondage implement. There were a few bumps and ridges on it she didn't comprehend but was sure they were there for some hidden purpose.

Majorra flicked on the light and slid into the chair. After a moment's more thought she slid the closet doors shut and gasped when she realized they weren't just old and heavy, they were probably mildly sound-proofed too. "Curiouser and curiouser," she muttered with the hint of a smile toying at the corners of her mouth. She started pulling out the drawers of the vanity, and sure enough, there were a number of toys and old pornos (the kind that thought a woman having sex with a blindfold on was wildly kinky) hidden in small compartments. One of the toys was a dildo with a base that allowed it to be secured to the odd protrusions on the seat of the chair. "I'll get back to you later."

Then Majorra leaned in to look closer at the mirror. She had ignored it at first when she found it too thin to really hide any decent secrets, but now that her eyes were adjusting, she found it quite odd. She couldn't be quite sure, since the light from the solitary bulb was so dim, but it seemed like the person staring back at her in the mirror was not herself. "Has to be some trick of the light," she muttered to herself, but she wasn't fully convinced. Sure, her reflection was wearing the same loose gray sweater she was and the same necklaces, but everything else seemed wrong. Instead of her usual gray and brown raccoon-styled fur, her reflection had a glossy white pelt. She reached up to brush one of her curly black tresses out of her eyes, and her reflection did the same with a lock of straight, bright purple hair. And, though it made no sense, her image seemed to be just a bit shorter and thicker than herself.

"Ok, now that is neat," she said. She held up her hand and noticed her reflection had a strange pattern in what Majorra had assumed to be pure white fur. It had some swirls of rainbow colors that ran up her wrist. She rolled up the sleeve of her sweater and found the same pattern continued there. She rolled it up more, the same pattern going up to her shoulder and disappearing under her collar. She checked the door once, feeling a little silly for beingembarassed, and then shrugged off her sweater, shirt and bra all at once. Sure enough the enticing rainbow spirals of her mirror image wound all over her torso.

She leaned in and tested one last thing. She let that itch behind her eyes relax and felt the spirals and glow swarm over her eyes. Sure enough, her mirror image's eyes did the same. They were just as beautiful and luscious as her own, so easy to lose yourself in. She could have sworn she saw her reflection's lips moving for a moment, but when she looked down to check, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary - more out of the ordinary than it already was anyway. And that was impossible in any case, as she hadn't said a word.

The wolf girl found herself suddenly feeling hot. All that supressing of her libido must be coming back to bite her, she thought. But now that she was here, why not enjoy some of the available toys and do a little self-hypnosis to help out the itch she felt. It had been ages since she tranced herself. She used to have quite a few scripts rehearsed to bring herself maximum pleasure.

Majorra took all the toys to the kitchen for a quick cleaning, going about happily topless in the remote cabin. When she came back to the closet, she stripped down, screwed the dildo into its place on the chair and settled down atop it, letting herself slowly sink over the length.

It was toe-curlingly good. Stiff enough to have a real feeling and weight inside her, but flexible enough to move with her natural curves. She closed her eyes, focused for a moment to bring back one of her old self-hypnosis scripts to mind and made sure there was nothing else on her mind before she opened her swirling hypnotic eyes.

She looked back into eyes with the spiralling glowing orbs of her reflection. She felt herself immediately start to relax and as her mind cleared, and the script, the only thing that filled her mind, seemed to come into sharper focus. "Relax, just relax and sink," she whispered, her own words slipping back into her mind and changing the words from a simple script to commands for her to follow.

She ran through the first section of the script, relaxing herself down deeper and deeper. She was a bit out of practice and the words came through sluggishly as her body leaned back limper and limper against the chair with each passing moment.

"That's it," she said, encouraging her mind towards ever greater pliability. "Your body is relaxed and now you can focus on the pleasure." Even deep in trance her sex gave an involuntary squeeze around the dildo and her whole body shivered in delight. "Feel the pleasure expanding, rippling through your body. The pleasure fills you up, makes you feel so good, so happy... makes it so hard to think."

There was a momentary pause in the wolfess' monotone speaking. That last part hadn't been part of the script. But she clearly heard it. Clearly saw her reflection's lips move to form the words, so she must have said it.

"So much pleasure pushing its way through your body. Expanding and spreading out to the tips of your toes, the tip of your tail and the tips of your fingers." The wolfgirl was involuntarily rocking on the dildo now, her body still deeply relaxed and moving like flowing water. "So much pleasure filling you up... and its so much easier to feel pleasure than to think."

Again, that last part hadn't been part of the usual script, but the wolf girl, happily down in trance, was nodding at the added words. The pleasure was crawling and tingling through her fur. She could see her stiff nipples (they were her stiff nipples, right?) reflected in the mirror. It truly was so much easier, so much nicer to relax into the pleasure and not think.

"Start to move," she commanded herself as she resumed the script, and her legs shrugged off the last of their relaxation and started to help work her back and forth against the dildo. "Use your hands to increase the pleasure. Stroke all the spots that make the pleasure grow." Her hands, on command, started to caress over her body. She knew all her best spots better than any lover, knew just how she liked to caress her labia and clit, knew just how to draw that pleasure up through her belly with soft swirls of her claws through her fur. Her mouth hung open and her tongue panted as the heat of her sex started to spread through her lower body.

"I'm a good girl," she said, even though the line wasn't in the script. But it was true and she liked to say it. It made her sex clench all the tighter around the dildo and made her want to give her nipples a firmer caress. "I'm a good obedient girl," she said and suppressed a soft moan as her hand caressed around the fur of her neck, massaging in a wonderfully intimate way.

"Let the pleasure fill you," she said, returning to the script once again as she started to rock back and forth on the dildo eagerly. Her fingers were starting to fumble through her fur as she panted. One arm just wrapped around herself, holding herself against the powerful pleasure-shivers that ran through her. Every other word came out with a deep intimate moan. "Your world is pleasure. Your thoughts are pleasure. Your body is a moving object of pleasure... and that pleasure makes it impossible to think."

Majorra rocked. She moaned. She felt herself slowly edging closer to orgasm as her body was awash in bliss. "Let the pleasure focus," she said, "let it build at your sex and grow hotter and hotter." Majorra rocked needily back and forth, her hands clutching at her own fur, much as a lover would grab hold. "Feel the pleasure draining away from the rest of your body and tightening into an intense ecstacy at your sex... and take your thoughts with it."

She didn't think about the words any more. She had almost completely forgotten the script. All that mattered was that incredible impending orgasm. "You are going to climax soon," she told herself. "And when you do, all the pleasure, and all your thoughts, will explode in bliss. Close now..." She bit her lip, mumbling the words as her eyes almost rolled up in her head in the pleasure, but the piercing gaze of her reflection begged her to keep watching. "Coming so very close..." Her hands gripped the table of the vanity, nails digging into the woodwork. She hung right on the edge of ecstacy, her breath coming fast and her heart pounding in her chest.

"Now!" she practically shouted, although the end of the command was drowned out in a howling moan at the strength of her orgasm. When it finally finished, she started blankly into the reflected glimmering eyes of the white wolfess she saw there. "I am a good girl," she said, no longer even remembering the script. "I am a good blank girl. I have no more thoughts of my own."

Slowly Majorra sat straight, the spirals disappearing from her eyes, even as they remained on her reflection. "I will obey," she said even though the reflection's lips did not move. "I need new thoughts... I need your thoughts." She started to grind forward, one hand massaging the lips of her sex and drawing fresh moans from her throat as her reflection leaned in, teeth gleaming.

* * *

The rabbit returned to the cabin. She dumped several bags of groceries onto the table, fished out the pack of cigarettes Majorra had requested earlier that day, and went around looking for her. She checked the rooms, calling out her name, but didn't see her anywhere. Finally, she went out back and saw her wolfess friend resting naked in the hammock. "Really, dear, I know you love to get out of your clothes but must you do so so easily?"

The bunny heard a small laugh from her friend and noticed that her eyes were glowing faintly. That wasn't at all unusual, and the girl felt herself relaxing slowly as she caught glimpses of the spirals that they contained. But she also, out of the corner of her eye, noticed a very un-Majorra-like smile on her friend's lips and the equally unusual white touch to her fur.

But surely that was just a trick of the light.