Posted on 2020-09-13 07:53:29
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Here's a short story by Bluedude:
He sat on the teacher’s desk in the classroom as the students had already gathered chatting amongst themselves, as he counting the minutes till his seminar could start. It wasn’t a big group as he noticed only six students in all had shown up. He glanced at his watch then on over the old dragon of a teacher as he signaled him that all were present and to start the class. He shrugged as he stood up and moved in front of the chalk board casually before announcing,

“Hello, everyone, id like to thank you all for showing up this evening, when I’m sure there were better things to do the hear this skunk preach for a few hours.” He paused taking another glance around the room chucking softly, noticing he was the only thing with fur there.

“Well anyways, my name is Azure, you can say Dr. Azure but I’d rather leave the title for the paper if you know what I mean, as your teacher has told me this group here is all interested in the study off the brain, and not the physical structure, or the couple of billion neurons that help control each badly functions, oh no that’s a headache to think about let alone discuses.” He said heading towards the chalk board.

Azure went to the chalkboard and began to write, ‘Subconscious Minds’ across the board underlining it. “He told me this group was specifically interested in learning about the subconscious mind. You all know there are many ways to access that, one of the more voluntary or noticeable ways are daydreaming, dreaming in your sleep and even sleep walking.”

He started to list out under it ‘dreaming while sleep, day dreaming and sleepwalking’. “But there are other ways the subconscious plays into our lives.” He wrote out, repressed memories. “Most likely in the form of past suppressed past memories, that you wouldn’t even fathom, having an effect on your current day views and actions. But there is another way to access them, and that’s why I was asked to come here to show you all…” Azure wrote the word across the board doodling beside it before placing the chalk down and stepping the side with a small grin. “Hypnosis!”

He went over to the teacher and whispered something in his ear, the teacher then nodded slightly and walked out the door. “Now then…” he stretched his arms as he made his way over to the side of the class pulling a seat beside him. “Let’s gather around, this class room is too big for such a small group”

The group shuffled the their seats facing him one by one as the pushed some of the desks away as he explained, “Hmm, well I could go though the long wordy discussion of how it works and what it is but I’m more of a show and tell type person so…” He watched and glanced across the room for a pair of interested or intrigued eyes, “You there, angel wings. Would you mind helping me with my demonstration?”

And a very short addition to the story from the point of view of the snake Zsisron to the far left, usually the one doing the hypnotizing: The serpent leaned back with a satisfied hiss as he listened to the words of the skunk. It was charming in a way, the way that pendant of his caught the light of the setting sun as it flicked back and forth in a pendulum like manner. Truly, did the skunk think that he could hypnotize the cobra? One who's talent in such arts was truly exceptional? The serpent would've laughed if he hadn't been more focused on wrapping his coils along the nearby shurian (a thing that the skunk lecturer encouraged).
It didn't seem strange to the serpent in the least that his fellow classmates has stripped themselves of their clothes, for this too seemed quite normal to him. Nor did it seem strange when his tailtip slid close to the shurian wrapped in his coils, his more private organs making themselves known under the closeness of the scaly. The cobra merely leaned back, taking in the sights that would probably have seemed unusual to him in different circumstance. No, he told himself, he was not hypnotized.