Patron Reward Roundup - Mar 2023
Story by limewah on SoFurry
Four patron rewards on the Patreon! (two more have been expanded into larger stories, you'll be seeing them soon enough...)
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**Limewah's Patron Reward Roundup
Mar 2023**
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Priorities
For KyleWtB
CW: Hypnosis, Feet
Terry does his taxes.
Terry looked up. The first thing that caught his attention was Fawn's pendant, as always. The golden watch - shaped like a key, with the face embedded in the head of the key - was hard not to look at. Most of that was due to Terry's conditioning naturally.
“My eyes are up here," she said, relishing the cliche.
The next thing to catch his gaze, once he went up past her sleeveless turtleneck, was her lips. Dark blue lipstick, like a night sky, creased into a knowing smile.
“Little more," she said.
Finally, his eyes met hers; two deep brown pools in equally dark skin, a bob of curly hair framing her beautiful face. Terry was lucky to have the work he did, to be surrounded by so many beautiful people.
But Fawn was the most beautiful of all. He'd have been perfectly happy doing a mundane, crappy job if he still was with her. She was like a goddess made flesh to him, and her presence always brightened his mood.
It wasn't doing much good right now, but… still.
Fawn smiled down at him. “Your head's heavy today, huh. Still working your way through it?"
“Unfortunately," Terry said, letting his head drop back down into the second page of Form 10-whatever-the-hell. “How're you?"
“Good, just thought I'd drop by, since I was in the neighborhood. The girls look like they're doing fine."
“Good," Terry said.
“You going to take a break from that and join them?"
Terry scoffed wearily, and gestured. “I wish."
“Terry." Fawn took a seat across the desk from him. “Have you taken a break yet today?"
“I've had coffee," he said, looking over to his mug of now room-temperature coffee. His eyes went down to the ring-shaped stain he'd left on a few filled-out forms. “FUCK."
He lifted up the mug and went to crumple the page up entirely.
“Ah ah ah." Fawn chided him. “It's fine, they won't care about a coffee stain."
“I will, though…" Terry rubbed his temples. “Sorry honey. It's just… it's all a lot."
“I know. That's why I'm here for you."
**Conditioning the Dragon
For Sanmer**
CW: Mind Control, Latex, Goo, Rule 34 (American Dragon Jake Long)
Jake changes up his diet.
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Jake looked down at the open barrel. The green fluid inside was bubbling as though it were boiling, giving off an acrid scent that burned the dragon's nostrils.
He looked around the room, not sure if there were hidden cameras or one way mirrors. He gestured to the drum.
“You expect me to eat this?" he said. “I mean, it's probably better than my old school's cafeteria food…"
No response, of course.
Jake looked at the drum again, and FOOD stamped on the side in big, stark letters.
Was he really going to break his fast in captivity for this?
Of course he was. He was hungry. He did need to eat.
He reached into the top of the barrel and scooped out a palmful. It wasn't as hot as it looked, and had a quality like liquid latex, shiny and adhesive. He sniffed at it. It smelled like chemicals. He brought it to his lips and lapped it up.
It had a very similar texture to… something. He couldn't remember what, but he remembered it being in his ear rather than his mouth. Odd sensation, thick like concrete…
And It tasted like -
It tasted nice.
He lapped his hand as clean as he could, but a film of shiny latex still remained on his body. He spread his fingers out to look closer, seeing his reflection in their sheen.
He looked at the drum of slurry.
…What if he dunked his head inside it? What would it taste like? What would it feel like?
…He had a better idea.
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Under-Winged Tactics
For BluKodi
CW: Hypnosis, drugging, oral, Rule 34 (Zelda : Breath of the Wild)
Blu gets one up on the haughty Champion of the Rito.
Blu took a step back as Revali plunged in. Wings beat and fluttered, and the thin fwwip of arrow after arrow accompanied by the sounds of splintering wood. It was hard to see Revali's technique, to follow what he was doing. Nigh-on impossible, in fact. It was as easy and effortless as breathing for him, like he was born with a bow in his hand.
The way he twisted in the air, the way he would fly against the stone wall, brace himself and kick off again, his total trance-like state of flow…
He was beautiful to watch.
Yes, Blu was attracted to him, but who wasn't? Even though his personality was so abrasively smug, it was hard not to find him beautiful.
…there was a way for Blu to take Revali down a notch, though. If he wanted to use it.
A big if.
A shady, pale-skinned Hylian had stopped by the village some time ago; well, stopped by was generous. He was not allowed anywhere near the place, and Blu was sent to keep an eye on them.
However, the shifty Hylian did manage to convince him to part with a few rupees in exchange for a little phial of ichor. From its stench and its glow, Blu was almost positive that it had the magical properties this merchant claimed it had.
“Just one tiny drop of this enchanted poison will make the victim become totally subservient and suggestible," the seller had said with a wheezing little laugh. “They will not do a thing without being told to do so… perhaps there is a beautiful young maiden you'd like to bed, eheeheehee~"
Just remembering that laugh gave him the shivers.
But some dark little part of him was intrigued enough to pay the hefty price. He convinced himself it might be useful the next time he got accosted by moblins, or had to defend the town from a raid from the Yiga clan…
But that was not the reason he got it. He knew it, deep down.
A Post-Show Meditation
For Rahka
CW: AI, Tech Control, Masturbation
Trancendance cools off after a performance.
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“How are you feeling?"
“Better now, thanks," Trancendance mumbled, her eyes closed. The voice of the visor's AI purred against her, conducted through her ear-bones.
“Your levels of fatigue seem to be quite high. Would you like some help sleeping?"
“Mmh, I don't think I'll need it." the panther sagged back into the chair, splaying herself out before putting her sore paws up onto a footrest. “I'll probably fall asleep in a few moments…"
“I must remind you, Trancendance, that your contract with the venue stipulates a meet and greet with the higher paying audience members immediately following the performance."
Trancendance groaned. “And the hologram can't do that." she put the heels of her palms over her eyes. “I don't know if I can manage it… can we alter the contract the way we usually do?"
“I regret to inform you the venue managers are not present this evening, and we will not have them in a suggestible state."
“Ughhh…" the pop star groaned. “If I can just get… twenty minutes to nap, I'll manage."
“With all due respect, Trancendance, I do not think you are in a fit state to go out as you are."
“I'll get dressed, obviously," the panther moaned.
“No, that is not what I mean. Your levels of fatigue are very high, and it may lead to some irritability when dealing with your fans."
“I'm not that irritable!" Trancendance snapped, instantly catching herself. “Hnh. Okay. Maybe I am."
She reached out for the bowl of candies near her dressing table, and scarfed down a fistful as her AI continued.
“There may be ways of ridding you of this fatigue, if only temporarily. Some meditation and stress relief exercises. I have taken the liberty of downloading some new routines, and would love the opportunity to share them with you."
“That would be great," the panther said, rubbing her temples. “Thank you."
“Please keep your eyes closed for the moment."
“Mmhm."
This wasn't the first time TAI had done something like this for her, and it always came at just the right time.
“Focus on your breath. I recommend slow, gentle breaths in and out through the nose. Allow yourself to relax into your seat. Or would you prefer to lie down?"
“I'm fine," Trancendance murmured.