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Hypnorgasm
>> #395819
Posted on 2020-11-24 10:50:48
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Long story written by FurAffinity user Dolphinsanity:
Story summary: A male Incineroar goes to an underwear modeling session, and he is gradually hypnotized by the flashes of the camera, making him horny and making him see nothing weird about modeling underwear in the nude.
Full story: “Beauty-ful, beauty-ful,” said the anthro-pelipper photographer as he marveled at the modeling incineroar’s lovely physique. Upon noticing the fire type’s gaze wandering offstage, he added, “Oh, and don’t feel shy around Mr. Delphox! He doesn’t say much, but he believes in us 100%.”

The incineroar’s eyes flitted incredulously back over to the photographer. Granted, he had seen some weird stuff in his career as a male underwear model, but the owner of the studio dancing ballet naked in the wings was not on that list. Professional thick skin regarding male nudity was the only reason he wasn’t having more of a reaction to the occurrence.

“He always dance naked like that during photoshoots?” the incineroar asked flatly.

The pelipper laughed goodnaturedly as if the incineroar had told a splendid joke but didn’t acknowledge the meaning of the question at all. “All right, pose for the shot, start with pose number one on the chart.”

The chart being referenced was a large poster resting on an easel in front of the incineroar and slightly to the right past the camera. It was, in short, a collection of ten poses performed by a slim grovyle (whom he considered far less attractive than himself), and it was the incineroar’s job to bring the sexy to the shots.

Following the chart, he held up his left bicep up and flexed it powerfully, while hooking his right arm behind his head and grinning. Not represented in the chart was the idea that he should make the pose look as enticing as possible -- but that was easily accomplished by flexing his abs just right and making sure to jut his hips a bit so that the black boxer-briefs he was modeling would show some bulge.

Bizarrely, the delphox also planted his feet and struck the first pose simultaneously with him. At least, that was what the incineroar’s peripheral vision told him as the bulbs flashed.

“Beauty-ful, beautyful,” the pelipper repeated, before shifting his feet and fiddling with the lighting a little. “Now pose number two.” He held up two fingers.

The lighting seemed a little… pinker than before? Again the delphox was off in the wings dancing, twirling a rather hard-to-ignore pirouette before leaping into the air and landing in a deep kneel. Then he stood up with a flourish, gesturing toward the incineroar. The model did his best not to let his eyes wander.

Weird, whatever… just a job, just get through it…

“Let’s pose for the shot, ‘kay?” said the pelipper.

The delphox and the incineroar struck the second pose in unison, a powerful double arm flex with the elbows along the waist and the fists spread wide at his sides to show off the meatiness of the arms and core together.

“Beauty-ful! Number three!” The pelipper held up three fingers, and now the delphox held up three fingers too, as if miming the photographer. The synchronization between their actions was… perplexing.

The incineroar didn’t quite know why, but he was feeling a little… exposed. Nervous, like he didn’t usually feel. He kinda wanted to shout in annoyance about the stupid delphox, and yet he kinda didn’t, too. His composure was cracking in odd ways, exposing insecurities about the risks of losing the work of this shoot if he offended the guy who owned the place. Not that he didn’t have other business, but this job was slated to pay preeeetty well for what seemed like a basic underwear-modeling gig.

“Pose for the shot!” said the pelipper, and both the incineroar and the delphox struck the pose, which was of both arms curled tightly backward over the shoulders and the hips and chest pressed forward, as if to show off how he might look when stretching after getting out of bed.

This was… getting kinda funny. The incineroar couldn’t put his finger on it, but he was falling into a strange flow of glancing at the delphox more fully in between shots, and then feeling more anxious, only to have his attention be fully captured again by that repeated phrase from the photographer. The pinkness of the lighting seemed like it was quivering a little, brightening and softening…

“Number four!”

The delphox and the incineroar also held up four fingers, again in perfect unison. Then when the call came to pose for the shot, they struck it with similarly perfected timing. This time with arms akimbo at the waist, expression alert and sassy, as if inviting someone to come wrestle.

The incineroar’s head turned fully toward the delphox after the bulbs flashed. The delphox smiled at him and took a bow. The incineroar bowed in reply.

Then a fleeting thought of concern occurred to him: why did it look like the photographer’s lamps were… fiery? Around the edges. Bright orbs with flaming edges…

The more he tried to think about it, the harder it got. He stared into them, taking in the pinkness.

Soon, the weirdness of it was escaping him altogether. His mind was saying, Screw it, this is kinda fun!

“Number five!” Again the model’s fingers came up, nicely in sync with the photographer. The incineroar dropped to a kneel and stretched high with both arms over his head, before being bathed in the flashbulb light once more.

The flash left a funky aura in his vision this time. He really should’ve blinked it away, but whatever; it’d pass. Usually the afterimages didn’t look quite so… multicolored though. Everything felt light and bubbly. Not a care in the world now. This wasn’t just an ordinary photoshoot, but a fun one. He could have any kind of fun he wanted, do anything he wanted. Somehow, the silent delphox seemed to be communicating this to him, through continued spinning and leaping and graceful movements between shots.

This was like… the best photoshoot. The incineroar smirked, and then chuckled loudly and inappropriately. No one seemed to mind.

“Let’s see… ooh, right, so for number six…” The pelipper glanced anxiously toward the wings of the photo stage, and the delphox poked his head out and nodded once in the pelipper’s direction. “Right, so for number six, let’s have you take the underwear off.”

“Oh, heh. Sure,” said the incineroar, no longer considering that this didn’t quite make sense. He undid them, slipping the waistband with both thumbs before sending them down his legs to the floor. His cock was at half mast right now, he realized as he looked down at its plump red tip swaying there. He supposed he must’ve been extra bulgy for the shots, and that made him grin a bit.

“Perfect, now pose for the shot!”

Elation rushed through the incineroar as he and his foxy observer each struck a side chest pose that showed off their cocks.

“Beauty-ful, now take that lovely asset between your legs and start to massage it for us.”

Something in the back of the incineroar’s mind tried to raise the alarm, even as his right hand shakily moved to stroke at his meat. This wasn’t right… but it felt right, and the delphox was doing it too. He needed to do it, his prevailing emotions told him; it was important.

Blood was rushing into his cock with surprising ease. When he glanced at the delphox, the delphox simply nodded and smiled. The guy wasn’t hung as well as he, the incineroar, was… but it was a close enough match. Pretty handsome overall…

“So uh, what about poses seven through ten?” asked the incineroar casually as he stroked his meat. He hadn’t noticed the pelipper tapping a button to begin a multi-angle video recording alongside the photo op.

The pelipper silently shook his head “no,” then held held up just one finger where the incineroar could see it. The incineroar opened one finger from his masturbating hand, as did the delphox.

“Pose for the shot!”

The incineroar let go of his erect cock and struck the first pose again: left arm flexed high, right arm behind his head. He felt like a total stud and a clever one at that, being able to follow along with what he now saw as a strange but fun little game of communication. He was special, he now convinced himself; he could read their silent language and understand their desires for the photoshoot better than others would be able to. There was no clear indication why he should feel this way, but his pride was bulging as much as his cock as he held that pose beautifully and long.

Flash. Flash.

The pelipper did not immediately give further guidance, but the incineroar saw the delphox continuing to masturbate, so the incineroar did that too! He leaned into it, following the exuberance with which his secret coach performed the act. He shut his eyes, and grunted a little. It felt so good!

Then there were two fingers from the pelipper, and another call to “Pose for the shot!” That snapped them back on task, conjuring up the double flex at the sides while both erections throbbed.

This is so cool, the incineroar thought to himself as his body kept feeling light and joyful. He hadn’t had this much fun in a photoshoot in years.

Poses three, four, and five followed. Then they did seven through ten at last, and then back to the first one again.

Precum was dripping ominously from the incineroar’s cock. By this time, he felt like he could blow if someone just said the word. The delphox sorta looked the same. The incineroar… kinda found himself idly wanting to go over and blow that guy, casually and without a worry in the world, but then the stupid pelipper had to ruin the fun by talking about work again.

“Okay… you’re right there. Time for the money shot. This is how ya get paid.”

The incineroar grunted as the pelipper pulled out a second poster showing a full-body shot of the same casual model, nude, ejaculating by thrusting through one hand and catching the semen with the other.

The pelipper gestured toward the poster and nodded. “Pose for the shot!”

Out of the corner of his eye, the incineroar saw the delphox thrust fast through his own hand. He took the cue and zeroed in on it, going at it with all the strength his handsome hipline could muster. He was in heaven, doing the best photoshoot ever, and now he was gonna show it all, wet and unstoppable and…

“Beauty-ful! Beauty-ful!”

The bulbs flashed time and again as the incineroar moaned and shot his load.

Dutifully, just like the grovyle in the shot, he caught the seed with his free hand, keeping it open so the cams could see it. He hadn’t cum in several days. There was enough to make him feel like a proper pornstar.

A pornstar? Wasn’t that… not what he was about, though? Like, not explicitly?

The objection was fleeting. His orgasm and the tacit approval of his bosses overruled any objection. The pelipper wasn’t so bad; he at least had told him to cum. Anyone who told him to cum couldn’t be all bad, his mind now assured itself.

“Now lick it all up, show it off. Freestyle a little!”

Didn’t have to tell him twice. The incineroar licked his hand clean, adopting the aspect of a felid cleaning its paw, but with a lewd twist. So much sticky seed, all having to be daintily and carefully slurped up and swallowed. He was so tasty, he told himself… anybody should be glad to suck him off and swallow it.

The delphox, who apparently had not ejaculated after all, now gave an OK signal to the pelipper, who let the cameras roll for about twenty more seconds before abruptly shutting them off. Before the incineroar knew quite what was happening, the delphox was approaching him with a clipboard, a stack of contractual documents, and that still-delicious-looking erection.

“Excellent, very very good,” said the delphox, whose buttery, medium-pitched voice came as a surprised. “Sign here, aaaaand here…” He offered the incineroar an ink pen, and smiled. “Then you can finish me. For the cameras, of course.”

The incineroar’s heart skipped a beat. He felt proud to be asked to do that. He felt like… he had a real connection with this guy, even though he didn’t fully understand it. They had like… a synchronization. A bond. They should be… inseparable!

He signed both spots, and then immediately dropped to his knees and shoved the erect cock throat-deep into his face.

“Heheh, easy, friend,” said the delphox quietly. “Pull back, and let’s do this right. Wait for our photographer’s cue.”

“Mmm, fine…” He inhaled deeply. “Ya smell good,” he babbled.

The delphox kept smiling. He signalled the pelipper by hand, gave the incineroar a few pets on the head, and leaned his cock into the waiting muzzle as the cams started rolling again.

The incineroar paid no mind to whatever it was he had just signed. There was only the shot: the cameras, the lights, and now this deliciously musky dick on his tongue.
Anonimity
>> #395848
Posted on 2020-11-24 19:36:04
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Hypnorgasm said:
I gotchu, fam. [[incineroar]]


Yeah, you got me alright. Fantastic.
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