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akaece
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Posted on 2016-08-25 08:21:26
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Commissioned this from Fluxom, wrote a little story to go with it here, if you'd like!

Plink and his friend Mawl had somehow both lost at the game of rock-paper-scissors that was supposed to decide who was gonna have to volunteer. It's entirely possible that they were playing the game wrong, but they never were the brightest of bulbs, and so they both wound up in chairs on stage. His feline friend had gone under first - the hypnotist had whispered a few words to her while dangling his shiny watch in front of her face, and one tap of her forehead later she was slumped over against Plink, smiling into his hoodie and drifting through the happy, bubbly world of a pleasant trance. Plink had giggled at how much of a dummy his friend was for being so easy to take under. She'd lasted, what, like thirty seconds? And, clearly, the hypnotist hadn't even had to break out the big guns.

Soon, though, the hypnotist was standing behind him, lifting his ear with a thumb and a forefinger and telling him things that he never could quite remember after the show but made him feel oh-so-comfy for the time being. A growing expression of confused joy had spread over his face as he'd stared at the glittering silver being dangled over his nose, spreading his smile wider and wider as his mind circled the drain the hypnotist had opened at the bottom of his brain. Everything went dim and hazy and heavy for him and, inevitably, the powers of the hypnotist had him laying limply on Mawl's back.

When they were awakened, Mawl was cuddling Plink's knee to her chest, and there was a strand of saliva from her chin to the thigh of his pants. Plink took a bit longer to wake up than her - he'd gone down real hard, as evidenced by how much he had to blink and rub his eyes once he'd finally sat back up. The two had looked at one another, slightly confused and rooted to their seats, as the hypnotist slid back behind them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. He'd said something they hadn't understood, and pretty soon the stage and the audience started to go all watery in their visions. They could still see them there if they really, *really* tried, but it was all overlayed with another world. Every time their concentrations on the real world had lapsed, they'd found themselves sitting on the deck of a boat, rocking gently back and forth. It had been easy to tell how fast they were falling to the illusion, because they'd start swaying in their seats a bit for juuuust a second or two, then blink and shake their head and look momentarily resolute until the dreamy awe of the ocean overtook their faces again.

Mawl had stood up, wavered a bit, and promptly fallen, the movement of the boat not quite meshing with the stillness of the stage underneath her feet. She'd grabbed her chair and used it to pull herself weakly up onto her own two legs again to the sound of uproarious laughter from the audience (or, as they'd heard it, the sound of waves crashing against the side of their ship.) Plink had given up, too, and he'd gotten up on wobbly legs, to join her at the side of the railing, overlooking the sea. Focusing on reality had been so hard - it was a fine dream to live in, anyways. A drop of his drool had splashed on the seat of his chair.

A gust of wind had seemed to blow, and Mawl, for no apparent reason, had opened her shirt and let it fall to the deck, pushing her chest out to bear her breasts to the sea. Plink had laughed at this - much more confidently in their shared dream than in the reality of the stage, where it had come out as a sleepy chuckle under half-lidded eyes - and had dropped his pants, too, as long as they were letting it hang out and all. Mawl, not willing to be one-upped, had done the same, and then stuck her tongue out at Plink. Another gust of wind had blown, and for some reason Plink decided *that* was the perfect moment to kiss her.

Of course, the wind had been the hypnotist's voice, and the chattering seagulls they'd started to hear had been the raunchy whistling from the seats. To ease their descent into the dream, he'd put the watch back up in front of their eyes, and suddenly the sunset had fallen and the full moon had risen up right before their eyes. It took their breath away. The hypnotist had used the watch to lead Plink back behind Mawl while she'd stared on at it transfixed, almost lovingly. He'd leaned up against her, pressing himself into her back, staring up right along with her. It had all felt so right, so *perfect*, so, so... Well, you see how it turned out. God bless furry performance laws and their broad acceptance at what you can do to people at an 18+ show.
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