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[b][u][center]The Golden Coil Resort

Part 11

for Taiko

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Lloyd was still in limbo after the big cock was pulled from his ass. He almost slipped out of that dream-like state, but several glowing eyes forced him back down.

Forced was the right word, too, as there was something more intense behind them than the simple warm blanket of sleep and waking dream that he was used to from the unicorn. There was something much more intentional here, something that was making sure that he stayed out of it. He could only really compare it to the anesthetic that he had received in the hospital that one time that he'd really overdone it and needed to be put out for surgery for a while.

Yet, at the same time, those glowing eyes were nicer than that, and he still had...some awareness? He could feel his body, still, and the emptiness left behind by the absence of that horse cock -

[i]Why did I want a horse cock?[/i]

Was slowly getting filled by something else. Something longer, but not quite as thick, and something that slithered into him bit by bit. There were bumps and layers to it, something that was both smooth and pebbly somehow. He wanted to try and figure out what it was, but there was too little energy in his mind to actually accomplish that sort of puzzle solving. All he could do was stare straight ahead, feeling that thing in his ass lifting him up, slowly supporting him off his feet. It felt rather nice, if rather strange at the same time, and a slow sigh of contentment was drawn from his lips as he dangled there.

"Mmmm....mmmm..."

His vision, such as it was, had long since fogged over. There was a hint of the glowing eyes in the distance, but to him, it felt more like the northern lights or something like that, something that was so grand but so distant at the same time. He didn't know what it was supposed to be, but the knowledge that it was keeping him here was slowly fading, until even that was gone, and he was left with a contented feeling of emptiness.

It didn't last long. He felt the hissing of something in his ear, a sound that slithered and crept through him. It went somewhere, and then -

The world changed.

The foggy gray world disappeared, replaced with a series of brown armchairs and a comforting wood-paneled set of walls all around him. The ground was carpeted rather than hardwood, and had that pleasant feeling of having been recently vacuumed. He was sitting, not standing, though there was still that feeling of having something inside of him.

Lloyd blinked, trying to stand up, but the thing inside him curled, and it was like someone had just pulled him back down through something inside his ass. He blinked, trying not to blush as he realized his cock was hard, that he was naked, and -

"Mr. Huff."

And that there was someone across the room from him. He whipped his head up and saw two figures. One was a naga, like so many of the others that he'd seen at the resort, while the other was the -

"What are you doing here?" he asked, staring at the unicorn. "What is this?"

"This is the inside of your mind, Mr. Huff," the naga said. "And we're here to start unpicking a few things."

"...That's impossible. There's no way -"

"It's quite possible, I'm afraid. And I would like to help you without making this more awkward. For the sake of your own comfort, Mr. Huff, can we assume that this is possible, and that we are in the middle of your subconscious at the moment?"

"I...suppose."

"No fun there," Rodrigo - how did he forget that name? - said, grumbling as he sat more stiffly in one of the other armchairs. "I was hoping -"

"You were hoping for too many things. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should," the naga said, turning his broad head and glowing eyes from the human to the unicorn. "And that's half the problem right now."

"Hey, I was helping them."

"You were making the good parts louder than the bad parts. That's all you did."

"It worked."

"It made them forget the things that they could work on."

"Could someone explain what the hell you're talking about so I can get a handle on this, please?" Lloyd asked, doing his best to hold onto his manners. "I don't understand. This...this should be impossible. I was in a hotel, and then -"

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm sorry, Mr. Huff. May I suggest bracing yourself?"

"...What for?"

"For a lot of memories that you've probably forgotten."

"...Is this some kind of repressed memory thing? I've heard of that, but -"

"It will be easier if I show you. If I may, Mr. Huff?"

"Sure, I -"

There was no finishing that sentence. The naga's eyes glowed brighter still, and suddenly, he was washed away in memory and sensation. He was both sitting there in the strange room and back at the boat, his ass spread around a horse cock as he rammed his hole down on it over and over again, feeling it invading his insides and all but ripping him open.

He saw himself back at the house, both of his boys sucking on his toes before Riche shoved his face between his ass and ate his old man out.

He saw the carpet of the kitchen and felt the stiff cock of that unicorn reaming him good and hard, forcing him to cum all over his plate to sauce it for the night.

He saw himself spread wide as the unicorn ate his ass one morning, and remembered that odd slickness for the rest of the day. That had kept him hard as a rock until that night.

Memory after memory hit him, and by the end of it, he was sitting up straight in more ways than one, his stiff cock throbbing against his stomach. He panted for breath, shaking his head slowly as he looked from the naga to the unicorn and back again. His eyes drifted to his fingers, to the wedding band on it, and he slowly shook his head.

"Did...I did..."

"You never used your cock," Rodrigo muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean...she was never going to use your ass, but -"

"I am a married man. And -"

"Oh, don't give me that. I might be a unicorn, but I can't take things [i]that[/i] far. What do you take me for, a rapist?"

"You made me do things -"

"And they were all things that you wanted to do on some level."

"Rodrigo." The naga interrupted, and the unicorn stiffened up a little further, gritting his teeth as if his body was being clenched in some invisible fist. "You are here to fix things, for real. Not to lie."

"Nnngh...wasn't...a lie..."

"The incest?"

"...Okay, I might - nngh! I might have encouraged - oof! I might have encouraged that...a little bit..."

"Indeed."

"But he didn't hate it! And the boys were into it, too."

"Mm-hmm. That, we will see."

This was nothing but insanity as far as Lloyd was concerned, but as much as he wanted to dismiss it all as a bad dream or a collection of lies, he couldn't deny how real the memories had felt...or how accurate they were. They had too many details right, and they lined up too well with the different blank spots he'd barely realized were there. The house had felt strange of late, filled with some sort of ghost and some yawning hole where time just kept seeming to disappear. If he had been getting molested and 'played with' by the unicorn as often as his memories suggested, then that would explain a lot.

But...it was the other part that got to him. It was one thing to start messing with him, but Rodrigo had taken it so much further. He tried to stand up, only for that curling, tensing feeling in his ass to keep him planted firmly in his chair. He gritted his teeth, his fingers curling tight around the arms of his chair.

"What did you do to my boys?" Lloyd asked, narrowing his eyes. "What did you do to Riche and Darren?"

"Nothing that - UGH! Would you stop that?!" Rodrigo grunted as he was pulled stiff and upright again. "They had as much fun as he did!"

"The point of therapy - true therapy - is to be honest and find a way to work with what exists, rather than try and pretend the bad parts don't," the naga said. "You should know this, being what you are."

"I didn't choose this, you know."

"Then you should know even better what it means when someone takes the choice out of your hand."

"..."

"What did you do to my boys?" Lloyd asked again.

"...I encouraged them. That's all," Rodrigo said, looking away. "I..."

"Perhaps you should explain," the naga said.

"...Not that he'll remember. But...fine." The white-furred unicorn sighed. "Look. I'm a unicorn, and that means more than just having a horn on my head. It means that I've got a very different way to survive. I don't feed off food or the forms of sustenance that the rest of you do. I have to feed myself on emotions, on feelings, and the more intense those feelings are, the better they fill me up. The closer I am to the person feeling it, the better.

"You and your sons...you were a buffet, but when we first met, you were so angry with each other that the heat in the air was burning my tongue, and I was feeling sick to my stomach just being around you. I wanted to make things better, and I found that all three of you feel things much stronger than most people I've seen. Definitely more than most humans."

"You still haven't told me what you did to my boys. What...did...you...do?"

"Look. Riche has his own problems. He's touched by something else, not just me. I don't even know what that is, but he was going to be hyper-sexual even without me pushing him toward it. Darren was something else. He's been affected by so many others; he was aware of me, more than any of the others, but he still didn't try to get away. There were days when I swore he was even trying to help me."

Lloyd wanted to argue that, but he couldn't. No matter how much he might have liked to believe that one was a lie, if there was one person in the family that would have helped the unicorn in this cockamamie scheme, it would have been Darren. The boy had taken on the lessons to help others better than Riche, and even he got a little worried about him from time to time.

The unicorn seemed to be allowed to slump back against the chair with his honesty, but he still grumbled as he shifted from position to position. He seemed unwilling to entirely get comfortable and relaxed, and that, Lloyd understood. They were in a very strange situation, in a very strange place, and it was hard to feel like he could actually relax enough to be comfortable.

"I...may have gone slightly overboard," Rodrigo admitted. "I was self-indulgent. But...you were tasty."

"..."

"In the emotional way. I didn't take anything else."

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't!"

"I'll be taking inventory of everything later," Lloyd said, shaking his head. "But...my boys. They'll be okay?"

"Yes," the naga said. "We are in the process of unpicking things with them, and you, even as we speak."

"Thank god...thank god," Lloyd said.

"But - and this is said in the spirit of fairness - Rodrigo did come into your life when there was much that needed to be done. While his methods were wrong, and the long-term damage could have been extensive, he did pull you and yours back from the brink. There are many problems that you and your sons have kept buried, and those [i]will[/i] be dealt with before you leave the resort."

"...If you can find something, I guess you should fix it. But I don't think it's that -"

"Pardon me, Mr. Huff, but I am in your mind right now. I can see exactly what you were feeling, what you were thinking, and what you were sensing at the time, and I can tell you, it was that bad. Should I show you?"

He opened his mouth to protest...and then stopped himself. Thinking back to the boat, he remembered flashes of frustration, moments of utter rage even, and it shocked him. He had never, ever felt things like that with his family before, and -

No, that was a lie, a convenient lie that he realized that he'd told himself more than once. The fact that he had felt anger and disappointment, frustration and fury, was...true. Lloyd slumped forward, though not too much; whatever was curled up inside him kept him from sagging forward, and encouraged him to stay upright more than he realized something could. He hid his face behind his hands, groaning against his palms.

"Ugh..."

"You remember, I see."

"Not all of it, but some."

"If it helps, it's natural. You can't feel that strongly towards someone in your life without having a great deal of attachment to them."

"...It does, a bit."

Lloyd sighed, shaking his head. He just wanted them to be safe. That wasn't a bad thing, was it?

"No, it's not a bad thing."

"...Right. You're in my head," Lloyd said.

"As unbelievable as that sounds, Mr. Huff, yes. I am. And I do apologize for the breach of privacy, but, as you can see, certain parties made that all but unavoidable."

"I could have fixed it," Rodrigo muttered.

"You could have, and indeed, should have, but you were more interested in getting your next meal and keeping someone that had become too precious -"

"Shut up!"

Lloyd blinked as the unicorn went bright red in the face, looking away. The moment to ask what that was about, however, passed quickly as the naga demanded his attention once more.

"We can start unpicking the changes that he's made, if you're willing. I believe that you won't have too many issues, and we can erase this from your mind, as well. However, we will need your permission for that sort of mental interference; we don't like doing it as a general rule."

"...You can do that?"

"Part of hypnosis is the manipulation of memories and one's thought patterns. It's not so much that we erase it permanently, but rather, set up a series of encouraging and nudging thoughts that keep you away from that particular memory. It serves as a sort of -"

"Kind of like a greeter that keeps the guests away from the dangerous parts of a building?"

"More or less, yes."

"...Right. Gotcha."

Despite himself, he was rather curious about what else was buried in his head. Now that he knew that someone had been fucking with his mind for the last who knew how long - the boat might not have even been the first time, just the first time that he had been allowed to know about it - Lloyd wanted to know what he had been made to forget. Yet, at the same time, he knew that there were things that had to be dealt with...and he didn't want to go home thinking about all the times that he had been unfaithful to his wife.

[i]She doesn't deserve that...[/i]

Just like she didn't deserve to not know that he had been...thinking other things. If they were right, if Rodrigo had only made them do things that they wanted on some level, that meant that he wasn't quite as straight as he thought he was. That...

He sighed. That was something that they would need to talk about, and something that they'd need to find out. Something that [i]he[/i] needed to find out.

"Take some of it away. I...I don't want to remember [i]everything[/i] that I did here, but let me remember the important bits. That I...did things...with other men, and that I enjoyed that."

"And the family thing?" the naga asked.

"Take that away. I don't...Whatever happened there, I don't know if I can take that right now. Maybe in the future, maybe if there's something from them, but...I am supposed to be their father. I [i]am[/i] their father. I don't want to think about them that way, and if I remember doing that, I don't think I can stop myself."

"That's eminently fair," the naga said. "Now, relax. We will handle this..."

He nodded, leaning his head back and doing his best to relax into the chair. The slithering thing between his cheeks was...difficult to deal with, to say the least, but between the soft voice of the naga and the gentle, warm pressure of those eyes and the strange dream-like state that the unicorn kept pushing on him, he found himself slowly fading back into that happy little trance from before. This time, he was more conscious of it, but there was still that empty happiness that made it easy to accept anything that happened. After all, it felt like a dream, and anything could happen in a dream without the slightest consequences.

And as the naga and the unicorn nudged and whispered at him, he felt different parts of his mind shifting, sliding, folding under each other. Memories were tweaked, folded up, combined, turned into different origami shapes inside his own skull before being set up on a shelf. Some of them were pretty, inviting the eye, while others were boring and encouraged him to look away. He was barely aware of what they were doing, and had no clue of how.

Yet, it was pleasant, and he sighed as he was slowly fixed many of his problems.

#

Darren watched out of the corner of his eye as his father was left half-impaled on a naga's tail, lifted off his feet by at least twelve inches of scaly tail in his ass. It was an oddly dispassionate viewing of the tail sex going on, but he supposed that was probably due to the trance that he was in. The whole thing was a delicate operation, something made more delicate by the fact that Allen was having to struggle just a little to get in.

"Your boss has quite a few little traps for anyone trying to get in here," the naga said, shaking his head. "If anyone else were doing this..."

"I trust you," Darren said.

"And I do not have to tell you how much honor that is that you do."

He nodded, careful not to break eye contact with Dr. Tuomos. They had gotten this far to make him feel a half-trance, and that had also involved the careful efforts of a dragon with some odd yellow-black scale patterns in the process. The dragon was muttering some sort of mystic chant that made Darren feel relaxed, as if he was sinking into a sauna's warmth rather than just the scaly length of tail around him, and it felt like that steamy mist was slowly filling his skull as well as surrounding his body. The dragon, an elderly male with an encouraging smile, kept rubbing and petting his head as the chant went on.

Allen had said that the whole chant thing was meant to keep him from being too 'active' upstairs, making him relaxed so that there were no sudden mental twitches that would throw the snake's consciousness against any traps. Considering that Mr. Lee had been rather adept at keeping people out of his head in the past, Darren wanted to do everything possible to ensure that the kindly naga didn't have any problems.

"Got it."

The naga's eyes flashed, and Darren went completely limp in the bigger male's coils. He slumped down against them, supported by them behind his knees and along the small of his back. The coils shifted, allowing him to sag downwards, the coils operating almost like a therapist's couch as Allen leaned over him.

The glowing eyes were all he could see as the naga reached into his head, invisible hands of thought and consciousness pulling at different strings inside Darren's mind. There was a sense of something being said, little instructions being given, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of someone plucking around in his mind.

It felt...odd. Odd and intimate rather than invasive, like someone fingering him in an odd sort of conceptual way. Every time that he felt Allen's touch in his head, it was almost like the mental equivalent to someone pushing in and stroking along his prostate. Hardly a bad thing, but certainly something that was more pleasurable than one expected a mental operation to be.

It didn't take long before he was huffing softly, puffing with pleasure as his cock rose up between the scaly coils. He half-blushed, knowing that there were quite a few snakes and other reptiles around watching what was happening to him, but that was secondary to what was going on in his head at the moment. Touch, tweak, nudge, moving things around and adjusting how he thought until -

[i]You really do love to make things better for people, don't you?[/i]

"Yeah...yeah..."

[i]It's a fixation of yours. If you see a problem -[/i]

"Gotta fix it...gotta help..."

[i]Yes. That's why you couldn't keep your mouth shut about the resort. That's why you are so valuable to your employer.[/i]

"Yes...."

There was a moment of silence, and he half-wondered if Allen was tempted to remove that part from him. Darren would have felt fear if he had been entirely conscious; that was a huge part of his personality, and as much trouble as it got him in, as exhausted as it left him, he knew for a fact that it would turn him into someone else to lose it. Part of it had come from his father. Part of it had come from his friends growing up, knowing that someone had to take care of them. And part of it had come from living alone, knowing that if he didn't help, there might not be anyone else that would, and life would be so much worse than it had to be.

He supposed that was what he wanted when it came right down to it. All the times that the hotel had asked him what he wanted and he hadn't been able to answer, not because of anything embarrassing or too great a dream, but because he was the one that wanted to ask.

[i]What do you want? How can I help?[/i]

That was who he was. It was who he always would be.

The moment of conceptual fear passed as Allen did something else with that part of Darren's mind. Rather than remove it, he felt it getting attached to something. Something very sexy.

[i]If you're going to help someone, the very least that we can do is make sure that you enjoy it.[/i]

"Always...do..."

[i]But this time, it'll go right to your sex drive...and sex organs.[/i]

"Heh...make me...cum from helping, huh?"

[i]Something like that.[/i]

He almost laughed. If he had been entirely sober and conscious, perhaps he would have. As it stood, he found it more than a little amusing. The idea that he might actually cum from giving others aid...well, he might need to be a bit careful around his father from now on, and make sure that there were ways to distract himself from that, but it would go a long way towards making him feel good about what he did.

And, he supposed, it would give him a reason to say no in some cases. If he was already too wound up, then the ever-present erection and pleasurable feelings down there would tell him if he was on the verge of taking on too much. It was an interesting take...and he approved.

[i]We thought you might.[/i]

Darren chuckled quietly, slipping further into that soft trance and letting the coils wrap tighter and tighter around his naked body. Self-consciousness all but disappeared as he was made into a lovely caressed piece of erotic art between the dragons and snakes and other reptiles in the room, and the fact that both he and his father were being hypnotized and 'cured' of the unicorn's manipulations was secondary. All that mattered was the mental comfort and the slow-rising pleasure that they both shared.

#

Some time later - an hour, at least - Darren was lowered to his feet. He was offered a robe by the yellow-black dragon that had been part of his treatment, and he slid it on with all due haste. Embarrassment wasn't quite strong enough to punch through the fading fog in his skull, but he could feel it knocking on the door when he realized that his father was still there. Lloyd was offered a robe, too, and the two Huff men deliberately looked anywhere but at each other as they got dressed again.

When they were covered up properly, they shifted a bit closer together. The dragons and snakes were gathered around Rodrigo, and they were whispering something to him, something just a little too quiet for Darren to make out. Hoping to take his mind off that, he cleared his throat and leaned a little closer to his father.

"So...are you okay?"

"...Pretty much."

"What was, um...yours like?"

"...They told me some of the things we did."

"Right. We as in..."

"What do you think?"

"...Sorry."

"Never thought that I'd be..." His father sighed. "This place has been an eye-opener. Your mother and I are going to have to have a very, very long talk."

"But you're not going to -"

"No, no, god no. Not unless she gets too mad at me to want to stay. I still love her, and I want to stay with her, but...well, she deserves to know that her husband might be...bi, rather than straight."

"...Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a big thing. I didn't think that I would ever really [i]want[/i] more than her, Darren. I thought...I thought I knew myself, but I guess there was something that I never really looked at. I...I'm going to have to do a lot of thinking to be able to help myself."

"Well, you've helped lots of other people, dad. I think that you can figure out how to help yourself, too."

"That's something that I've never had to do before. This is new for me."

"...Well, if I can help -"

"Darren, as much as I appreciate the offer, I really don't want to talk sex with my son [i]that[/i] way. That's just too much."

Then they had taken that part from his father's memories. Darren nodded, storing that bit of information away. If his father didn't want to remember having done that, then he would make sure not to bring it up.

For that matter, he wasn't sure what [i]he[/i] felt about the whole thing, all things considered. The hypnosis wasn't so bad, nor was the fact that Rodrigo had done many things to them in the house while he was staying with them. That just happened, both in Novus Ager and with Mr. Lee, though markedly less in the latter case. Being nudged into incestual situations, however, was something that he was still wrapping his head around. How [i]was[/i] one supposed to feel in those cases?

[i]We had fun...[/i]

That much was true. He wasn't sure how they'd feel thinking about it sober, but while he didn't have an issue with it, he was pretty sure that he'd need some pushing to actually engage in it properly and enthusiastically in the future. Considering the number of times that it had already happened, he wouldn't be surprised if someone got him to get on his hands and knees for his father or brother again. Half-remembered fragments told him that more people than Rodrigo had interests in that.

Before he could offer his father any more comfort, though, the doors to the strip club burst open. Everyone turned as one to the newcomers, and Darren's eyes went about as wide as they could go.

It was Riche and someone that he didn't know, some sort of hybrid between a snake and a dragon. Probably half coral snake from the patterns running up and down his body, red on yellow with black spread throughout the rest of the scales, but whatever the other man was, he was striking. He also leaned on Riche just enough for the 'boyfriend' alarm to go off hard.

"Riche, are you -"

"Oh, hi!" The blonde man grinned, pulling the hybrid in close. "Hey, Darren, dad. Guess what? I got a boyfriend!"

"...Son?"

It was a word that didn't just come from Lloyd, either. The yellow-black dragon that had been part of Darren's treatment said the same thing, and both human and dragon whipped their heads to the side to glance at each other across the room. Darren ducked out of the way, having no desire to be part of that stare-down. Fathers judging the partners of their offspring was something that seemed to cross interspecies boundaries, and he wasn't going to be any part of it if he could help it.

Instead, he hurried over to his brother. Keeping his robe pulled closed and doing his best not to look at any part of Riche that was below the waist, he managed to put a smile on his face.

"Boyfriend, huh?"

"Well, we started flirting in the pool - you know how it is."

"Water makes for fast and fluid friends, yes."

"And you know how much I like to show off."

"More than anyone I know," Darren said, chuckling. "So...what's your name?"

"Daze," the hybrid said, chuckling. "And you're Darren?"

"Yes, I am. I hope that my brother's not been too much."

"Hon, if he was anything less than the hottest piece of chocolate that I've ever seen, we wouldn't be talking right now. And he's been proving himself better and better with each passing minute," Daze said, turning back to the blonde brother. "The things that he can do with that body, and the way that he just cares as hard as he does? Oh, this has been a dreamy -"

"And let's be honest, we're both hot enough that we can be each other's trophy boys as well as boyfriends," Riche added.

"That, too."

Darren smiled, shaking his head. He supposed he should have guessed that Riche would have been getting busy. Still, he hoped that there wasn't too much to unpick for his older brother. Considering that he'd been in the house with Rodrigo as much as the rest of them, there was probably something that the nagas were going to have to do for him. He glanced over his shoulder at Allen, and the naga nodded, slithering over to the three of them. The yellow-black dragon did the same.

"If you'll come with me, Mr. Huff?" Allen said, gesturing gently to the side. "There's an exam I have to give you."

"Oh, sure. How can I ace it?"

"Heh, just let me show you..."

"Daze," the dragon said. "So...you got yourself a boyfriend, hmm?"

"Heh, a damn good one, too."

"...Tell me all about it," the dragon said with a small smile, leading the hybrid off to another corner of the room.

Somehow, Darren felt that things were going to end in a pretty good way, despite all the weirdness it had taken to get this far.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The Huff family gets gradually de-programmed of some of the issues that were jammed into their heads earlier.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Tail Sex, Naga, Human, Unicorn, Therapy, Series, Hotel, Teasing, Hypnosis, Nudity, Erection,