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Ronnie walked through the door after a long shift, the twenty-three year old panda eager to kick off his shoes, sit down at his gaming rig and unwind.

He rounded the corner from the foyer into the living room to see his roommate, Chelsea, wearing a white tank top and black yoga pants, leaned over a small box on their coffee table.

“What do you have there?” Ronnie asked, hanging up his jacket.

“Oh, Ronnie! Just the bear I wanted to see!” Chelsea said enthusiastically, the fox perking up as she looked at him.

“Well, you see me every day.” Ronnie chuckled. “What's up with the box?”

“I want to try something out. I got a home hypnosis kit! It has everything you’re supposed to need, I just need someone to try it out with.” she explained.

Ronnie raised an eyebrow as he walked towards Chelsea. “What? You want to brainwash me into doing your chores?”

Chelsea laughed, brushing her long, black hair from her face as she sat up. “Not you, silly. I want you to use it on me! It's supposed to be really relaxing and therapeutic.”

“Not worried I won't make you do something embarrassing?” Ronnie smirked.

“Pfft” she waved her hand dismissively. “I know you wont make me do anything I don’t want to do.” she said.

The two had known each other since kindergarten. They had always been best friends their whole life.

“I never took you for this kind of alternative medicine stuff.” Ronnie leaned over, looking into the box, his face twisting into one of confusion. “How much did you pay for this?”

The contents were, frankly, very cheap looking. A lavender scented candle, a polished brass bauble on a chain and a small pamphlet with instructions.

“Not much.” she said. “But people really into this stuff say this kit is all you need. So I thought it’d be fun to give it a try and see if it's all it's cracked up to be.”

“I suppose, if you really want to.” Ronnie sat down on the Sofa beside her and picked up the pamphlet from the box, thumbing through it.

“Great!” Chelsea picked up the candle, setting it down on the end table beside the sofa. She then got up and walked off towards the kitchen.

Ronnie leaned back and read through the instructions, they are pretty simple. Too simple. There are even warnings and legal disclaimers about how suggestible people will be when put into a trance. It made him roll his eyes, this was like the crap they would sell in the back of comic books right next to the sea monkeys and x-ray specs.

He began to wonder if he was being pranked by Chelsea. But he may as well play along.

The vixen returned with a lighter after digging it out of their junk drawer, lighting the candle that soon filled the room with the smell of cheap lavender.

“Ready to get started?” she asked, sitting down at the end of the couch.

“I suppose I am. What am I supposed to tell you once you’re under?” Ronnie asked, omitting the big “if” from the question.

Chelsea shrugged. “Just whatever. Let's make sure it actually works first.”

“Fair enough.” Ronnie grabbed the bauble from the box by the chain. “Go ahead and focus on this. Then try and relax.”

He began swinging the bauble like a pendulum, Chelsea’s eyes following it closely as it swayed back and forth. The panda kept swinging it for a little while, making sure she was entirely focused on the bauble before he began to speak.

“You are now imagining a room. The room is comfortable. The room is safe. Nothing can harm you when you are inside this room. You feel at peace when you are inside the room.” he began. “The room is inside your mind, when I count down from ten, you will go into the room and lock the door. You will not leave the room until I tell you it is time to leave the room and count down from ten again. You will not remember anything that happens while you are in the room. When you leave the room you will feel happy.”

Ronnie couldn’t help but think about how hokey this was. The idea is that her conscious mind will “lock” itself away and her subconscious mind will be in control. It will be susceptible to suggestion and remember everything, while her conscious mind doesn’t, subtly influencing her even after the trance is over.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.”

There had been no change in Chelsea’s body language, still focused intently on the bauble.

“Five. Four. Three. Two… One.”

As soon he finished the countdown, Chelsea’s eyes suddenly stopped following the bauble, becoming completely fixed.

Ronnie gave her an incredulous look as he set the bauble back down in the box.

“Uh huh… raise your left hand.”

Chelsea immediately raised her left hand.

“Put your hand down.” he ordered, as he began to fish for his phone while Chelsea stared at him with a blank expression, putting her hand back in her lap.

She was obviously messing with him, time to see how committed she was to the bit as he opened the camera on his phone and hit record…

“Give me a nice smile for the camera.” the panda said.

Chelsea’s blank expression shifted into a soft, pleasant smile.

“Now say ‘Ronnie is better than me at Deadly Tournament and I am just a scrub.’”

An objectively false statement, it was her favorite fighting game and she took it very seriously, Ronnie hasn’t beaten her once.

“Ronnie is better than me at Deadly Tournament and I am just a scrub.” she said with a nonchalant tone of voice.

Amusing, but juvenile banter wasn’t really proof she wasn’t just faking it.

“Okay, let's just skip to the bit where I take it too far so you can call me an asshole after clearly setting me up.” Ronnie said. “Go on, take off your top.”

Ronnie fully expected Chelsea to give him a dirty look for spoiling the fun so soon, or to burst out laughing.

What he did not expect was her, with zero hesitation, to pull off her tank top.

He also did not expect her to not be wearing a bra…

The panda felt a stirring in his pants as he set his eyes on his best friend's round, perky, mouth watering tits. Long repressed emotions bubbling up. He has always had a crush on her but never had the guts to act on it.

After all, why would she ever see him as anything more than a friend? She was always dating big, strong athletic types. Guys Ronnie always thought were douchebags… the overweight, nerdy panda couldn’t be further from her type so why jeopardize their friendship when he never stood a chance?

“Holy shit…” he muttered. “You’re uh, really committed to the bit here, huh? Well go on, play with your boobs, let's kick it up a notch for the camera.”

He felt compelled to remind her he was filming… part of him wondered if he should push stop anyway. Another part would not let himself do that under any circumstances. Prank or not, this video was getting backed up seven times over for personal use.

Chelsea meanwhile reached up and groped at her own chest, fondling, massaging, squishing her boobs against each other. Her face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as she pinched her own nipples between her fingers

Ronnie was now rock hard and his jeans were no longer able to hide that fact.

Was she doing this just to spite him? To prove some kind of point he failed to see? How far would she let this go?

…How far would he?

“Ask me nicely to take my dick out.” Ronnie ordered.

“Please take your dick out.” she said, smiling towards him, still massaging her chest.

“You asked for it! Keep your eyes on the show!” Ronnie finally stopped the recording and set his phone aside. He was deliberately slow, unbuttoning his pants… unzipping them. He was giving Chelsea every opportunity to drop the act. He stood up and slid his jeans down to his knees before finally kicking off his shoes and removing his pants.

He stood there for a few moments in just his boxers, expecting her to burst out laughing at him any moment. Of course the massive tent he was pitching would typically make this visual less comedic and more awkward.

When she didn’t react, he finally put his hands on his hips, sliding his thumbs into the waistband and pulled down his boxers.

His fat cock flopped out, sweaty from being confined in his boxers all day.

Chelsea’s eyes were fixed on it, her smiling expression never changing.

It was only a few inches from her face, no doubt she could smell the musky scent of it. This was insane, how could she still be putting on this act?

“Go on, tell me how big I am. Tell me you want my big fat bear cock inside you.” Ronnie commanded.

“Your dick is so huge! I want to feel that fat bear cock deep inside of me!” Chelsea said, quite enthusiastically.

Ronnie’s cock twitched, hearing those words from her turning him on way more than he was prepared for. She was playing with fire, teasing him like this… time to put a stop to things.

“Kiss my dick.” Ronnie said.

Chelsea pushed her muzzle right against the tip of his cock, kissing it. His cock throbbed, leaking precum right into her open mouth as a response.

Ronnie nearly fell over, his eyes went wide with shock.

She wasn’t faking it, there was no way… it actually worked!

The implications and possibilities all ran through Ronnie’s mind. He knew he should stop right there.

But…

She won’t remember any of this… how could he give up a golden opportunity he will never have again?

His cock throbbed, leaking more precum as he sat back down next to her.

“Hold still…” he said, his voice shaky.

His hands reached out, they were trembling while Chelsea sat there unflinching. He wrapped his thick fingers around her tits, squeezing them, cock twitching and leaking even more pre as he finally groped and squeezed the chest he had fantasized about for so many years… somehow it felt even better than he imagined.

He kept groping and fondling her for a good while, long enough that it would have been awkward if she was lucid. He leaned in, taking as much titty into his mouth as would fit, teasing her nipple with his tongue, earning a soft gasp from Chelsea.

Then he slowly raised his head up, bringing his muzzle to hers.

“Kiss me…” he whispered.

Their muzzles met, their tongues explored one another’s mouth. Nothing was held back and Ronnie made sure he would never forget the sensation of making out with her, the sounds of her little gasps and moans.

Eventually he broke it off, he needed more… he needed to take it farther. He needed to see her perfect, orange-furred ass.

“Get on your hands and knees.” he huffed out, Chelsea quickly changing positions at his command.

Clad in her yoga pants, it was already a sight to behold. It would be so easy to order her to strip naked for him, even make a show of it… but it was much more fun to do it himself. Like unwrapping the only gift he’s ever wanted.

He grabbed her pants by the waistband, slowly peeling her out of the skin tight garment. As he pulled them down he caught sight of her baby blue panties. His eyes fixed on them as he pulled her pants over her legs before finally removing them entirely.

As he stared, he noticed something, right where her panties covered her pussy. A subtle outline of something smooth and flat.

A scent pad…

He grabbed onto the waistband of her panties next, slowly pulling them down. The scent pad coming with them. With it removed he caught wind of the subtle but intoxicating scent of her heat.

The pad blocked it, for women not on birth control it was often a requirement at workplaces or schools so as to not distract every male in the building. But at home it was more of a courtesy.

“Ah… shit.” Ronnie muttered, before turning his gaze to take in Chelsea’s bare ass.

Her yoga pants, flattering as they may have been, did not do her derriere justice, it was just so perfectly plush and round.

Ronnie reached out, boldly groping the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them before leaning in and pressing his face against them.

“Fuck… why did you have to be in heat?” Ronnie groaned.

His greatest fantasy was right there for the taking, she was fertile and completely receptive to his every command. His dreams of seeing her bloated, pregnant belly, stuffed with his cub…

But that was a line that could never be uncrossed.

Ronnie leaned back, taking in the view one more time before diving right back in, this time aiming between her legs. His muzzle pressed to her wet sex, he began to lick at her folds while breathing in the potent smell of her heat straight from the source.

He ate her out like a starving man in the wilderness, earning deep moans of pleasure from her in return. Would her subconscious mind remember the pleasure he gave her? Will she subtly think more favorably of him?

He kept going, his large tongue pushing into her sex, tasting every inch of her it could reach. Her moans were music to his ears and all the encouragement he needed. He needed to hear what she sounded like when she came, he could die happy knowing that sound.

It didn’t take long, her heat made the vixen extra sensitive and soon she was screaming out, her pussy quivering and she became even more slick with femcum.

As Ronnie pulled away, his entire muzzle slick with her juices, he was nearly light headed from the potency of the pheromones he had just inhaled. Consequences melted from his mind as impulse took over.

He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her back over, grabbing her legs by the ankles he began to rub his throbbing cock against her sex, coating it in natural lubricant in the process.

“Beg me to knock you up, tell me you want to get pregnant with my child. Tease me.” he said, his voice low, sounding like a man possessed.

“Please Ronnie, knock me up, I want to be pregnant, I want your child inside me…” her hands traveled over her flat belly slowly and enticingly.

Words he never thought he’d hear, definitely not from that voice. He grit his teeth, lined up his dick… and plunged inside raw.

Ronnie groaned out, her pussy squeezed his cock and felt more heavenly than he could have ever imagined… and he spent a lot of time imagining it!

“F-fuck. Your pussy feels amazing.” Ronnie began to buck his hips, sliding in and out of vixen’s depths, his thick bear cock spreading her wide. “So tight… I’m going to ruin you.”

Chelsea, pinned beneath him, had her head thrown back as she let out soft little moans.

Ronnie let go of her ankles. “Wrap your legs around me, make damn sure I stay inside and breed you good.” he said as he began to really hammer his hips into her.

Chelsea of course did as she was told, wrapping her legs around his thick body as best she could, holding him tightly as he kept pounding into her.

“Fuck yes, you wanted this, you wanted me to fuck a kid into you.” Ronnie moaned, growing more enthusiastic with every passing moment, giving the vixen a proper railing. “You’re my perfect little cock slave and I am your master!”

Each thrust was accompanied by a loud slap, as his hips collided with her thighs and his balls smacked into her ass. As he looked down at her, he could see his cock bulging out her trim waist, a trim waistline he was about to completely ruin.

Her breaths were growing shorter, moans becoming louder and louder, increasing in both volume and pitch, building up towards a crescendo…

“Cum for me, show me how bad your body wants motherhood!”

She did, a loud, powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched and quivered, her body twitched as her muscles tensed as signals to her brain got overwhelmed and she screamed out in raw, primal ecstasy.

Of course, experiencing that had its own effects on Ronnie too, who was straining to hold back, cock twitching and throbbing inside her. He tried to hold on, keep going, never wanting it to end, but he was rapidly approaching his breaking point.

“I’m about to cum!” he shouted out.

Suddenly, Chelsea’s legs tightened their grip. He drove his cock inside as deep as he could go before unleashing a pent-up torrent of virile seed, flooding her womb with millions of swimmers to seek out and fertilize her eggs.

As soon as he finished, Ronnie’s whole body went limp, draped over Chelsea’s and breathing heavily in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“Fuck… what have I done?” Ronnie muttered as the reality of his actions crashed down on him. He slowly climbs off of Chelsea, sliding his cock out of her pussy. As soon as he does, cum begins flowing out of her well used pussy from her overstuffed womb like the cork had been removed from a bottle.

Seeing that was both highly erotic, but also a sure sign he had gone much too far… even if she won’t remember this, what would he tell her in a few months when she figures out she’s pregnant?

Ronnie hung his head in shame.

“It is time to leave the room…”

Should he have her get dressed first? No, best just rip the band-aid off now, let her see what he did for her own eyes to judge him.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…”

A brief thought fluttered through his mind of just leaving her in the trance. Like a living toy. But… he could never do that to his friend.

“Six. Five. Four. Three. Two…”

Could she be brainwashed into accepting what happened? Had he already done that? No, that was wrong, he had already done more than enough.

“One.”

Chelsea’s eyes fluttered, becoming more alert, looking around the room before settling on Ronnie, then back down at herself, naked, cum leaking from her pussy.

“Someone had some fun.” She said in a teasing tone, smiling back at Ronnie.

Ronnie’s expression turned to shock. “You’re not mad? I had sex with you while you were in the trance!”

“I’d say you did more than that.” Chelsea giggled, reaching down and dipping her finger in the cum pooling between her legs. “Pretty sure you made me into a momma.” She licked the cum from her finger.

Ronnie’s cock twitched, growing hard again quickly.

“Oh god… I think I brainwashed you by mistake. I never meant to take things that far…”

Chelsea covered her mouth and giggled. “Was my acting that good? Why do you think I was asking you to hypnotize me while I was in heat, instead of locking myself in my room all night?”

“I…” That was a good point. A really good point. But… why this whole song and dance then? “Prove it. You aren’t supposed to remember what we did, tell me something that I made you do.”

The vixen smirked at the flustered panda. “Who's to say it didn’t work? Maybe I just wanted you to take advantage of me and it worked. Or maybe these are all memories you implanted into me while I was under… Master.”

“Or maybe you’re fucking with me, because this is some kind of kink thing for you…” Ronnie said, a little annoyed he might have felt so guilty over nothing.

She slipped off the couch, down onto her knees as she pressed her snout into Ronnie’s stiffening cock.

“Does it matter? Or are you going to let your slave service her master?” Chelsea challenged, her body trembling slightly from ill-hidden excitement. Was this really the same girl who had just sat shock still while he teased her, only moving from direct stimulation? Did he even care enough to question it further?

“The only thing that matters is seeing my cum on your face.” Ronnie relaxed his tensed body, leaning back in his seat.

Chelsea smiled, slipping his cock between her plentiful jugs, massaging the cum covered rod between them.

“I agree."