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Hover Swim Night at Velocity is pure sensory overload, but my focus is the otter across the bar. His blue hair caught my attention but his sleek build and too-tight tank top held it, and now I'm sipping a mojito to work up the nerve to do something about it.

Procrastinating, I use my oculars to take a snap of his face, then use the image to pull his profile from the crew database. The Net page that scrolls over my right eye informs me that the otter's name is Val, that he's 28, and that he's been down here with SeaSpark for two years as a forward scout.

I had hoped getting more information would settle me, but it only intimidates me further. Roles that directly explore the ocean around us are the most glamorous by far, making Val a kind of celebrity. We all love our work, of course - we wouldn't take voluntary work cycles otherwise - but my own role as a hologram engineer is hardly as impressive as his.

Val turns his tail to the bar and scans the crowd as if looking for a friend. I follow his gaze. On the dance floor, at least a hundred of the crew move to a pounding beat that's loud enough to shake my whiskers.

Overhead are the hover pools - three-dimensional polygons of water suspended and shaped by selective force projectors. Colorful lights above them pulse in time with the music, casting shimmering waves on every surface like a Technicolor sea floor.

In one spherical pool, two felines tread water as they goad a visibly drunk mouse on the mezzanine to jump in. He hesitates at the twenty foot drop but, with another hoot of encouragement from the cats, steels himself and takes off with a running start.

At the last moment he stumbles and falls short. He skims off the side of the sphere and his face contorts in panic as his pink paws scrabble for anything to hold onto. Then the gravity safety controls catch him and set him upright on the floor. He grins and flashes a thumbs-up to the cats, who cheer down at him.

Like most rabbits, I don't do well with heights, and I shudder at the thought of being pressured to jump like that. Still, the sight of people enjoying each other's company reminds me why I'm here tonight. I finish my drink and force myself to walk over to Val.

"Waiting for someone?" I ask.

He doesn't quite make eye contact and his expression is neutral. "Just enjoying the scenery."

"Oh, cool." I can't tell whether he's receptive, but he isn't sending signals of rejection either. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure."

I flag down the bartender and ask for two Starbytes, exchanging two-fifths of a labor voucher for the luxury good. A trendy new menu item, the cocktails are made with the scales of a psycholuminescent fish recently catalogued by one of the marine biology teams.

I take the drinks automatically when they come out. They have a strange glow, somehow the most vibrant blue I've ever seen, and it holds my attention for a long moment. The color fills my vision and attention, and it takes great effort to look away. Finally, I shake my head clear and hand Val his drink.

He nods as he takes it. "The light's pretty, isn't it?"

I look down at the drink and my ears start to droop again before I drag my gaze back to the otter. "It definitely pulls you in like they say."

He holds up his glass between us. "Yeah. Kind of makes you want to keep staring into it."

Those words fill me with a warmth that has nothing to do with the body heat of the crowded club but, based on his flat affect, I don't think it was intentional. Maybe I'll tell him about my interest in hypnosis later, assuming things don't fizzle out in the next few minutes. Sneaking a glance down at his webbed footpaws, I wonder if I'll get the chance to share that interest as well.

I taste the drink. Its alien flavor is sour, spicy, and somehow electric. "My name's Mateo, by the way. You can call me Matty."

"Val."

I nod as if I don't already know it. "Are you here by yourself?"

"Not anymore, it seems." His voice is as monotone as ever. I worry I'm irritating him but, if I am, his ears and tail don't show it. If anything, he seems bored.

Anxiety building, I decide to be direct. "I also came here alone," I say, and sip my drink to steady myself before adding, "but I'm hoping not to leave that way."

I think I see a smile crease his muzzle, but he undermines that warmth as he breaks eye contact to examine the bottles behind the bar. He's so hard to read. It's frustrating, but also intriguing. "What else are you hoping for?" he finally responds.

The question makes me falter. "I, uh, guess just to see where the night takes me."

He nods to the pools overhead. "Up there, perhaps?"

That does seem the fastest way to an otter's heart, but the thought makes the fur on the back of my neck stand up. "I would, but I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"So swim naked," he says simply. As he takes another drink his eyes stay on me or, rather, slightly off from me.

My flimsy excuse gone, I swallow. "I guess I could." The entire arcology is clothing-optional, after all.

"Personally, I always swim bare - it's really the only way to do it."

I can't tell whether his tone is flirty or if he's simply stating a fact. But I'm already wondering what he looks like under that tank top and shorts, and the thought makes my long ears warm in a blush that is no doubt visible to Val.

After we finish our drinks, we press through the dance floor to the combination shower and locker room. One of the arcology's wilder recreation areas, Velocity has many themed nights that necessitate their presence on-site. Not that I have first-hand knowledge. Tonight's outing is unusual for me, a counselor-recommended attempt to get out of my comfort zone and break a bout of malaise.

In the locker room, the familiar mingling of antiseptics and musk hits my nose and sets it twitching. Barely concealed from view of the entrance, a crocodile boy and a hyena girl have their faces locked together, scaly hands and spotted paws running over each other's bodies. When they see me and Val, they separate with a start.

"Oh my bad, dudes," the crocodile says.

I feel awkward for the interruption, but Val only nods. "I don't mind. As you were."

As we continue walking I hear the hyena say to the crocodile, "C'mon, let's get out of here already."

"And go where?"

She lowers her voice. "Your quarters, dummy."

Val finds us two unoccupied lockers, opens them, and takes the wristband-attached keys. Then he turns back to me and leans against the locker. I wait for him to do the polite locker room look-away, but his gaze remains fixed.

"Here we are," I say meaningfully.

"Here we are," he agrees. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to get those clothes off?"

The ghost of a smile is back, bigger now than it was at the bar. Is he asking me to strip for him? My ears are hotter than they've been all night, but if this is his way of flirting, I'm game. I've already come this far.

I lift my shirt off, letting my cream and white-colored fur spring free as it slides over my chest. Then I unzip. It's an effort to steady myself with his impassive eyes on me, but I bend over, long floppy ears dangling on either side of my muzzle, and roll my pants down.

The blue briefs underneath almost match Val's hair, and I notice the bulge stretching the tight fabric at the same time he does. Although his neutral gaze feels awkward, part of me seems to find the exhibitionism hot. In fact, I realize, it's hot in part because I'm uncomfortable.

I slip my paws through the elastic band of the briefs and tug them down. This final step is easier, especially when I see an encouraging perk in the otter's ears. When my semi-erect cock pops free, he unmistakably grins.

I stick out my tongue, victorious. "Your turn, perv."

"Sure." To my disappointment, he turns to the side and pulls off his clothes without much ceremony - only he gets to have a show. Somehow this imbalance makes my ears burn even hotter.

The muscles of his swimmer's body ripple under his dark brown fur as he stretches. I glance at the cock swinging between his legs, then quickly stow my clothes in the locker before the sight gets me any more visibly worked up.

We're both nude and ready to go, but Val is once more looking blankly at me. He's strange and unpredictable, and I'm increasingly curious about what's going through his head.

Then I remember something. "Can I get my locker key?"

He looks down and contemplates the keys hanging from his paw. "Hm."

"What?"

Instead of answering, he lifts one leg and puts his heel on the bench beside the lockers. Then, with impressive flexibility and balance, he bends over and slides both wristbands over his clawed toes and up to his ankle. The movement draws my eyes to his webbed footpaw, making my cock throb and grow even heavier.

"I think they'll be safe here," he says. He slowly flexes his toes - a stunning sight - then nods. "Yep, they're secure. When you want your clothes back, come take your key from me."

Despite his neutral tone, this seems like a deliberate tease. Does he somehow know that I'm into footpaws?

He gestures for me to follow and we return to the bright lights and music. Now fully nude, many more eyes are on me, and my helplessness to stop them from looking thrills me. I realize I must actually have a thing for exhibitionism.

I also realize how pent-up I've been lately. Maybe the counselor knew that when ze recommended I get out more but was too polite to tell me outright to get laid.

As we climb the stairs, I say to Val, "So you're just here to 'enjoy the scenery,' huh?"

"And I have been."

Emboldened by arousal, my eyes sweep the otter's rear and thick tail, then down to the paws padding up the stairs ahead of me. "I'm definitely enjoying it."

"Good."

I pause at the landing of the mezzanine, but Val keeps going. "Are we going up higher?" I ask nervously.

"It's less crowded on the third floor. Most people are afraid of the height."

"I mean, I can see why."

The second flight takes us up another twenty feet. Up here, the vaulted ceiling converges to form a smaller and more intimate space. It only has room for one pool, an inverted cone whose flat face spans the circular gap in the floor. As Val predicted, we're the only ones up here.

Val reaches his arms overhead and once more stretches his sleek, attractive body. "Ready to dive in?"

I look down at the water, whose surface ripples with each thump of bass, and assess the geometry with my oculars. The computer calculates that it will require an eight-foot jump to get in without falling through the thin part of the cone. Below that, it adds helpfully, is a fifty foot drop.

"I'm going to need a minute," I say.

"I thought rabbits were good at hopping."

"Rabbits also don't do well with heights."

"The worst that can happen is you fall for a second or two before the safety catches you," Val points out. His neutral tone now sounds almost mocking to my ears, and I find myself irritated. Why is he so insistent about this?

I approach the edge of the walkway, but flinch from the dizzying plunge with a shudder. "Otters usually get personal pools in their quarters, right? Maybe we could go for a swim there?"

"So you think I want to take you to my quarters?"

Some of his actions to this point have signaled that interest, but now I'm unsure. "I, uh-"

Without waiting for an answer he says, "Let me show you how to do it."

Val backs up to the wall. Despite the short runway and his stubby legs that struggle to run and jump on land, it takes little effort for him to build enough speed to spear through the water. In fact, he's so fast that he nearly breaks through the other side before stopping himself with a lash of his tail.

He lingers there for a moment. The moment drags on for a full minute. I know otters can hold their breaths for at least five, but it's strange for him to keep me waiting like this.

When he finally resurfaces he shakes water from his head, fur now matted sleek and shiny. "See? You can do it."

I know I can. The jump would be trivial if it were on the ground. Another scan of the distance with my oculars confirms that it's shorter than it looks, as little reassurance as that is. What if I stumble like the mouse I saw earlier? Even with the safety on, those few moments before it engaged would feel like an eternity of terror.

Val waits patiently or, at least, I think that's patience on his face. With a sigh, I decide to just not think about it. Strangely, as I fight to clear my mind the memory of the Starbyte's glow floats back to me and calms me.

I back up, raise my knee, and put my footpaw against the wall. Even with minimal exercise, my legs are as strong as a typical rabbit's, and I feel the muscles coiled and ready to spring.

I push off with a powerful kick, an involuntary squeak escaping my muzzle. There's not enough room to stop myself if I wanted to, so there's no choice but to jump. As I leave the ground behind, I flail in the air. The fall takes far longer than I thought it would.

Warm water envelops me with a splash, and relief washes over me. Then my stomach lurches when I see that, like Val, I've overshot. Unlike Val, however, I'm not a strong enough swimmer to stop myself, and my momentum carries me forward until my legs break through the opposite end of the pool.

Soft arms hook under mine and pull me back. Turning back to the otter in relief, I see him flash a huge grin and a thumbs-up. It's the most expressive I've seen him all night.

He doesn't resurface right away, so I float weightless with him. It's only then, with the lights dimmed and music muffled that I realize how overstimulating the club has been. Feeling water hug every inch of my fur is a rejuvenating break and it's over too soon when I'm forced to come up for air.

Val's head emerges beside mine. "Good work, rabbit." His smile is small again. I realize now that that neutral look on his face has been one of sensory distraction. I wonder what he would be like if I got him alone.

"Thanks. That actually wasn't so bad." I look around. "What do you want to do now?"

"Do you know how to float on your back?"

Confused, I shake my head. With a sly grin, Val pushes away from me and rolls backward, spreading his limbs and using his thick tail to stabilize himself.

This happens to put his webbed footpaws, shiny and dripping, inches from my muzzle. I turn away as I feel myself blush, but he shocks me by extending one footpaw and grazing my muzzle to turn me back.

"What's the matter?" he asks evenly. "Your profile said you liked paws." He spreads his webbed toes again.

My mind needs a moment to buffer after that. What profile does he mean? My public crew member profile wouldn't list my kinks.

Then my eyes widen. "You found my SparkAfterDark account?"

"I read it before you even noticed me at the bar. 'mateo_bunny' isn't exactly subtle."

"But how did you know my first name?"

A sly grin behind those captivating footpaws. "Same way you got mine when you thought you were being sneaky: a facial scan and a crew database lookup. Only I used my pawheld because I don't have oculars - like I said, I prefer to swim bare."

"Wait, then were you intentionally teasing me with the Starbyte?"

Rather than answer the question he says, "You're so cute when you're flustered."

Val is lively and flirty now. I wonder whether it's because I impressed him by jumping in or because of the comfort of the water. But then he wipes these thoughts away as, with a stir of his tail, he drifts toward me and presses his footpaw into my face.

If my cock got any heavier, it would pull me down like an anchor. "You're such a bully."

"Yes, I am. But I'll make it up to you later." His voice is still flat, but I can now pick up his nuances enough to know he means it. "Let's enjoy the pool for now."

We splash around awhile and try to move together in time with the music, though I'm too weak a swimmer to stay on beat. Val has to hold and move my clumsy body to make it work, and feeling helpless against him in the water flushes me with arousal. He turns me around and a hardness against my tail tells me he enjoys handling me just as much. Our dance devolves into artless grinding. Then a lesbian throuple arrives on the third floor and we stop our shameless display.

"Maybe it's time to go somewhere more private," I suggest.

"You have to get your locker key first," he says, pointing down.

I forgot he's wearing it around his ankle. Part of me wants to accept this latest challenge of his, but it will already be hard enough to make a dignified exit from the pool without getting near his footpaws again. "Do I have to get it myself?"

"Of course. It's your key."

"What if I don't?"

"Then I'll outswim you back to the locker room and drop it down a drainpipe."

I can't tell whether he's bluffing, but the prospect of being forced to walk through the arcology naked makes me shiver. Val keeps pushing a button I didn't even know I had.

One member of the throuple, a fox, dives into the pool, and I realize they'll all be close enough to see my rock-hard cock if I don't hurry up - a thought which does nothing to help me get soft.

With one last frustrated glance at Val, I duck under the water and paddle down, accidentally grazing the soft fur of his chest and belly with electric excitement. His dangling footpaws kick slowly as they tread water, and the keys glint under the colored lights.

Then he flicks his tail and flips over, pushing me away as he retreats. Unbelievable. I swim after him, but there's no chance of catching the otter if he doesn't want to be caught. After a full lap, he stops abruptly and I ram my muzzle into his footpaws. Shaking my head clear of that soft touch, I snatch the keys and we both surface.

"Not bad for a rabbit," he says.

"You're ridiculous."

"Just wait until it's a chastity cage key on my ankle."

"Um." I had marked chastity as "no" on my SparkAfterDark account, but the thought of this makes me consider changing it to "open to discuss."

"You two are so cute," says the fox, now mere feet beside us.

One of her two girlfriends, a mare, looks down at my erection. Amused, she says to Val, "You really got him going."

"Matty is absolutely obsessed with my paws. You saw him chasing me through the water for a taste just now, didn't you?"

"Hey!" I protest. It's nice to see Val opening up, but part of me longs for the shy otter he was before.

"I don't mind," says their third, a ferret. "Climb on out and give us a better view." The other two nod in agreement.

"He would love to put himself on display," Val says. "Go on, bunny."

"Bully," I say again. Uncomfortable though it is, the embarrassment continues to feed a fire in me. With my ears undoubtedly bright red, I swim to the nearest edge of the walkway, brace myself, and climb out.

"Whoa, he really likes the attention!" the fox says.

"Go, bunny!" the mare calls.

Val joins me. Lowering his voice he says, "You are enjoying yourself, right?"

I think for a moment before nodding. This experience is unusual and I'll need time to process it, but I'm certainly as far out of my comfort zone as I wanted to be tonight. And I can't argue with the needy weight between my legs.

"Good," he says. "Much as I would love to parade you around more, I'm ready to take this somewhere private."

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A short tram ride later, we arrive at Val's quarters. He does, in fact, have his own pool. It takes up most of the expansive floor space, washing the smooth, featureless surfaces with waves of pale blue light while his sleeping area is kept dry behind a sliding glass door.

The most striking feature, however, is the slanted hyperglass wall that looks out on the abyssopelagic. It's so stark and black outside that I wonder why Val doesn't cover it with a holo-projection.

Tapping the screen of his pawheld, Val illuminates the space with dim amber-colored floor lights. "Here we are."

"This is really peaceful after the club," I say.

He nods. "I've worked hard to make my quarters a soothing sensory experience. Lately, I've been spending most of my recreation cycles here."

"Doing what?"

"Usually just floating. Either while tripping, listening to music, or just thinking." His ears droop. "That probably sounds boring."

"Not necessarily. But it does sound lonely."

"It is sometimes. I don't click with most people, especially not in the crowded spaces where people usually are. And my work cycles have been so intense lately that I haven't even had the energy to try."

"I did notice you seemed...sensitive. I was wondering why you chose to go to Velocity at all."

"I like bright lights and loud music - even if they don't like me back. It's been awhile, and I wanted to get back to doing things I enjoy."

I can relate. "I'm glad you did."

"Same to you." He falls silent and his eyes wander to the floor. As nice as it is to see him speak so comfortably, we may be getting too personal for now.

I walk to the glass wall and change the subject by saying, "Not much of a view here."

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

Isn't it obvious? "It's too dark to see anything." I squint. "There are some specks, but that's it."

His ears prick up. "Those 'specks' are marine snow!"

"Marine snow?" Because I only work the interior, I haven't had a chance to learn much about the ocean around us.

"Organic detritus," he explains. "Mostly dead organisms falling from the photic zone."

"Oh."

He looks unsatisfied with my reaction. "Along with hydrothermal vents, marine snow is what makes life possible down here despite the dark, the cold, and the pressure."

I think about the incredible diversity of deep-ocean creatures SeaSpark has discovered in the last month alone. "Those little specks keep everything going?"

He nods excitedly. "Exactly. Also, do you see how the water is cloudy? That's because it contains billions and billions of microorganisms, mostly transkaryotes unique to this planet."

The science lesson is a gear shift from the prior events of the night, but the otter's enthusiasm is infectious. "What else is out there?"

"Well, if you look out the window long enough, you might see a flicker of green light in the distance. That will be a migrating Cryptogamos obscurus."

"What are those?"

"They're like eels, only they can grow up to twenty meters in length and most of their body is covered with spines. They're filter feeders that alternate between sessile and motile phases throughout their life cycle."

"Wow." Although I only understand pieces of what he's said, it's clear now that there's more to see in the dark than I thought.

Val's ears fall and he gives a bashful smile. "Sorry. I can get a little carried away."

"Don't apologize. I haven't seen you this animated all night, and it's really cute."

"You think I'm cute, huh? I'll have to change that."

"Oh?"

The otter sits at the edge of the pool and dangles his legs in the water. I join him, letting my footpaws brush his.

He says, "Tell me about your hypnosis kink."

I laugh nervously at the abrupt question. It seems his bully persona is back. "I've been interested in it as long as I can remember. I've never done it in real life, though. Actually, I haven't done much kink at all."

"Do you want to try tonight?"

I remember the psycholuminescent glow of the Starbyte and the way it cleared my thoughts as it captured my attention. "I'm open to it."

He lets out a growl that makes me shiver and reminds me that otters, despite their cuddly appearance, are predators. "Oh, I am going to ruin you," he says. Then he relaxes and adds, "With your consent, of course."

I smile nervously. "Green."

He grins. "Easy prey." Before I can process that, he looks down to fiddle with something on his pawheld. Then he adds, "Just remember: even in trance, you will remember and be able to use traffic lights as safewords."

"Okay." The word lights draws my attention to the soft amber glow climbing the walls. I suddenly notice that it strikes a captivating contrast with the surrounding aqua-colored shimmers.

"Eyes on me, bunny," he snaps. Startled, I pull my gaze back to him. His eyes make direct, intense contact with mine for the first time, and I notice golden streaks around the dark brown irises. "Tell me what you like about hypnosis."

"I'm...not sure. It's just something I've always liked in porn."

"What kind of porn?"

His questions make me feel as exposed as when he made me strip for him, if not moreso. "I prefer videos and, um, I like it when the subject gets really stupid. And horny."

"Uninhibited?" Val adjusts something on the screen of his pawheld again, but the amber lights reflected in his eyes hold my attention too firmly for me to think about looking down.

"Yeah. Like when they resist at first, but then it feels too good not to give in."

"You want to feel that?"

I nod. "Yeah."

Another tap on the pawheld. "You like the idea of dropping?"

"I do."

"Sinking."

"Yeah."

"Being forced to relax whether you want to or not - being made soft and pliable." He grins. "Vulnerable."

"God, yeah."

"Good. Tell me about a specific video you like."

It's an embarrassing thing to answer but between the cool water, Val's soft voice, and the pretty lights, I don't mind. "There's one where a hyena with a huge cock gets hypnotized so that he can't cum, and then a room full of bottoms take turns riding him like a dildo. Eventually, he starts mewling and begging whenever he's not inside someone."

"Good boy! What a detailed answer!"

"Thanks," I say with a grin. The praise makes my head fuzzy and my eyelids start to droop.

"'Thank you, Sir,'" he corrects me.

I frown. The idea of addressing him like that is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I consider using "yellow" to pause and talk about it, but decide to try it first to see how it feels.

"Thank you, Sir."

His grin shows teeth for the first time. His long incisors are sharp enough that a single bite could do serious damage if he wanted it to. "You mentioned 'mewling and begging.' Is that what you want to be reduced to? 'Mewling and begging?'"

"I don't know." The words come out slowly. "That seems kind of intense. I've definitely thought about it though."

"Good to know." The otter stands and shakes the water from his footpaws. I stare at his wet pads shining in the pretty amber lights until he says, "Look up here."

"Yes, Sir." I crane my neck and see him towering over me. As he should be.

"Good boy. Now follow."

"Yes, Sir." Every time I say it it gets easier, though it does feel weird to use "Sir" when he's not dominating or hypnotizing me yet. We're still just talking.

I sluggishly follow him to the bedroom. The relaxing amber lights are inescapable, reflected in his damp pawprints, the dark window, and his shiny fur. I wonder if it would be weird to ask him for permission to sit and stare at them for awhile.

The bedroom is small, but it uses its space efficiently and is decorated with soft textures. I work my footpaws into the plush carpet with a sigh, finding myself strangely sensitive.

Val taps his pawheld and dark blue curtains draw themselves over the walls and door, enclosing the space like a cozy burrow. Another tap brings up the amber lighting.

He sits on the foot of the bed. I move to join him, but he stops me with a gesture toward the floor. "Kneel."

I want to say, "Yes, Sir," but something about this feels weird. "Why?"

"Because I told you to. And because you've already dropped and sank for me so deep that you can't resist doing as I say."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you notice? I activated my quarter's psycholuminescent lighting the moment you said 'green.'"

The last few minutes come into focus and my eyes widen. "That's not fair! I didn't even have a chance to fight back!"

"Oh, poor bunny. I thought you wanted to drop, but now you want to try to resist? Then I'll give you the command again, and all you have to do is not obey it." He snaps his digits and points at the ground. "Kneel."

Now aware of what's happening, I can feel the command sink in. It would be so easy to get on my knees with a simple movement of my body and just relax. Moreover, kneeling there beneath him would put my muzzle in front of his footpaws. I already feel so good, so why not just trust the otter and sink the rest of the way?

No - I need to at least make a show of pushing back or I'll look completely weak-willed. I close my eyes to shut out the mind-softening lights, but it doesn't help. Closing them feels like giving in to the relaxation, and the lights glow through regardless.

"Kneel," he says again. The command crashes over my mind like a tidal wave, wiping away my feeble attempts to think for myself. It sinks into me, heavy as the miles of ocean above us.

"Yes, Sir." The words come out automatically, then my shaky legs give out and I fall to my knees. I look up at the otter. The way he looks down at me, satisfied in the knowledge he's won, fills me with embarrassment and a sense of vulnerability. At the same time, my cock is achingly hard. I can only hope he gives me release, even if I have to beg for it.

He holds up his pawheld. "As we've been talking, I've been increasing the lights' hypnotic strength. From zero to one hundred percent, how strong do you think it is now?"

It's hard to think about numbers as I stare into the otter's eyes. "A hundred?"

He gives the most uninhibited laugh I've heard from him all night. "They're at thirty-five."

I shake my head. "That can't be right."

"You're a susceptible little plaything. Or maybe you wanted to drop for me all along?"

My eyes flutter and I have to hold my breath to keep from saying, "Yes, Sir."

"Let me show you what one hundred actually feels like," he says.

"No, wait-"

He flicks the screen and the lights hum and visibly brighten as they reach full power. They obliterate all thought from my mind and all strength from my muscles. My muzzle falls open and leaks a trickle of drool. Unable to form thoughts, I stare blankly at Val and wait for his instructions to fill my empty head.

Instead, he returns the lights to their previous setting. "You enjoyed that." He states it with no room for argument, and my mind is too scrambled to protest anyway. "You enjoy being broken."

"Yes, Sir."

"Even if you didn't, you're too weak to resist."

"Yes, Sir."

"And you don't want to resist."

"Yes, Sir."

"Repeat it back to me."

"I'm too weak to resist. I don't want to resist."

"Again."

Repeating the mantra until the words lose meaning, it becomes irrefutable truth. I'm too weak to resist. I don't want to resist. Val has control. Because I'm so weak, I need Val to have control.

"You're such a good boy for me," he says, finally breaking the loop.

"Thank you, Sir." My words slur together as dumb pleasure fogs my mind like narcosis.

"You deserve a reward for breaking so well for me. What would you like?"

I know immediately, and I'm unable to stop from blurting it. "P-paws."

"What do you want?" he asks again.

"Paws, Sir," I correct myself.

"Do you hear how pathetic and needy you sound?"

I nod. "I'm pathetic and needy, Sir."

"You're lucky I don't make you beg to touch me." He places his footpaw on my thigh. I almost grind my cock on it right then, but it's hard to do anything now without explicit permission first.

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, my broken little rabbit. Now take your reward."

I drop all the way to the floor and shamelessly shove my muzzle under his footpaws. Running my tongue over his pads and his soft webbing, I worship every inch as my cock pounds and leaks.

I might have been embarrassed by such a display earlier, and I might be embarrassed to remember it later, but right now the otter's paws are the only thing on my mind. Distantly, I notice he's as hard as I am and strokes himself as he watches me.

"Thirty-five percent was all it took," Val says, amused. "I wonder whether you're really in trance at all or if you just wanted to do this on your own. Are you in trance?"

To deny it would show how pathetic and needy I really am_._ To agree would drop me deeper. Either way, I can only answer honestly. "I'm in trance, Sir."

"How deep?"

"Deep, Sir."

"Now drop deeper."

"Yes, S-" Before I can get the words out, he moves the power slider on his pawheld and my brain short-circuits.

"Yes, what?" he asks.

I have to manually shape each syllable. "Y-yes...Sir."

"Your cock is straining so hard from just a touch of my paws. Are my paws all you need?"

"My paws are - no, your paws are..." I forget the rest.

He laughs. "Was that sentence too complicated for you? You know we're only at fifty percent, right?"

I start again. "Your paws are-"

"Don't bother, mindless little plaything. Just stroke."

I mumble something I think sounds like "Yes, Sir," and pump my desperate cock with my paw. Within seconds I'm already close, panting as I work faster and faster.

"I didn't say you get to cum," he chides me. "Ruin."

Although I listed ruined orgasms on my SparkAfterDark account, I need release so badly right now that I almost safeword. But I know it will feel better to obey.

I whimper my assent with two syllables that consist entirely of vowels, and when the pressure in my balls reaches the point of inevitability, I stop stroking. Uncomfortable and unsatisfying spasms wrack my body and my cock bounces ridiculously as it spurts hands-free. Val moves his footpaws to catch the spent seed.

"Clean up your mess," he says when the twitching stops.

If I wasn't broken before, I am now. Not even trying to form words, I squeak as I eagerly lap up every drop.

"Good boy. Now ruin again." A note of protest swims up from the back of my mind, but with another increase of the lights' hypnotic power it's forgotten. "Again," he repeats.

I ruin again, clean his footpaws again, and another increase of power sandblasts my mind.

"Again."

After the third round I really do start begging, at least as much as I can with the feral squeals I've been reduced to. But the otter is merciless as we repeat the cycle again and again.

An incalculable span of time later, the lights have reached max power and my balls have drained completely. What feels like a gallon of drool and cum mats down the fur of my chest and muzzle. I don't even feel the frustration of the ruins anymore, only the pleasure of obedience that is better than any orgasm could be.

Val's stroking has steadily sped up and finally he says, panting, "Time for you to serve one last function, bunny. Then I'm going to put my plaything away for now." He crouches over me and I moan as I smell the musk of his heavy balls. "Open."

My muzzle falls open automatically, fresh drool running down my chin. His balls tighten and his cock swells and then he drapes my waiting tongue with rope after rope of hot cum. My eyes roll back. Thank you, Sir.

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Even after Val disables the psycholuminescent effect of the lights, it takes me awhile to feel normal, during which time I join him in the bed and cuddle against his thick, warm fur. Once I can move, Val prepares some aftercare. He heats the pool and makes ice-cold lemonade to drink as we enjoy the water.

"How was that?" he asks.

"Intense."

"In a good way?"

"Oh, absolutely."

"How did it compare to your fantasies?"

My thoughts are still sluggish, and this interview-like rhythm of conversation reminds me of how the trance started. I shake my head clear. "It was different. In porn, it always looks like the subject becomes a completely different person, but I still felt like myself the whole time."

"I could make you feel like a completely different person if that's what you wanted."

"No. I liked it this way." I sip my cold lemonade, enjoying its contrast with the hot water. "I liked the...humiliation of knowing that part of me was still aware and submitting willingly."

"Humiliation does seem to be one of your buttons."

"So I'm learning," I say. "And how did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it. Pushing boundaries and helping people discover themselves is incredibly satisfying." He thinks for a moment. "Near the end, it became overstimulating to keep coming up with new ideas and escalations. But it was worth it. You should have seen the look on your face when I told you to ruin."

"That was really mean of you."

"Yes, but you like mean."

Before I can respond, a green flash out the window catches my eye. It lasts only an instant, but in its movement I can extrapolate the shape of a huge serpent slithering above the sea floor.

I finish my lemonade. "Want to do this again sometime?"

"Oh, absolutely. I've been out of practice, but tonight has kick-started my confidence. Besides," he says with a predatory grin. "I haven't finished breaking you in yet."