Posted on 2022-02-01 08:53:12
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Commissioner Sanmer also commissioned a story for this, in three parts, starting <<www.furaffinity.net/view/42109068/|here>> and copied below. Story is from <<www.furaffinity.net/user/lmann|Imann>>

[spoiler=First part, corresponding to the first part of the gif, before he's hypnotized] The marshland of the Everglades was usually quite serene at night. The only sound was the chatter of insects and amphibians, a soft nocturnal chorus. The waters were almost like glass, totally undisturbed and still. It had a meditative quality to it, a soothing one. If you were to lounge in a boat on here, and let it lazily drift along, you might find it perfectly easy to meditate until you attained inner peace. Not that anyone did that. The only people who would come out here late at night would be much more unsavory types.

The quiet of the marshland was disturbed by two spotlights, and the loud buzz of hovercraft moving at full speed. The one in front was commandeered by a group of men, dressed in loose clothing and wearing dark glasses and masks to hide their faces from the pursuers. The fan and the engine were straining, but it wasn’t able to go at its full speed. It was loaded down with some large cages that were keeping it slow. But they weren’t expecting to be caught and chased. One of them looked behind at the last hovercraft barely able to make out the hulking figure that was driving it and pursuing them just the same.
“He’s gaining on us!” he called to the others. “We gotta throw out some excess weight!”
“Are you nuts?” another one on his boat said, punching his arm. “If we throw out our catches this was all for nothing!”
He gestured to their catch - the alligators lay dormant in their cages, drugged and unconscious.
“Same thing happens if that… monster catches up to us!”

“You’re calling me a monster, huh?” As the deep voice spoke, they could see a mass of teeth – an enormous mouth, large enough to easily devour one of them. “That’s reeeeal rich comin’ from a group of poachers!”
“C’mon, gun it Jake!”
“I’m goin as fast as I can…!”

There was a sound like a whip cracking, yet wetter. The hovercraft suddenly jerked back for a moment, and for one brief second the poachers thought they were going to capsize. Looking behind them, one noticed that something long and red was stuck to the cage of the propeller. Like a… a tongue?

It went taut for a moment, before the hovercraft behind them lunged forward with that leverage. As they turned their bright flashlights on the figure, they saw a sight that horrified and shocked them.
“What the heck is that?!”
The figure stood much taller than the rest of them, at least 7 feet tall and almost as broad. Their skin was a very dark blue, with white spots above the small eyes and under its chin. It was wearing orange slacks, but nothing on its massive, muscular torso. Their blue eyes were small, but piercing, and there was a severe, almost hungry look to that massive face. A fin stood out from the top of its head. It looked like an orca, a killer whale, only one that stood on two legs, and talked. A freak of nature. Its mouth was wide open – that long appendage was its tongue.
“Oh no, I thought that was just a rumor…!” one of the poachers whimpered.
“What’re you talking about?”
“I-It’s Moby Lick!! That one park ranger who’s a were-shark!”

Moby Lick gave one last yank to catch up, and then buried a fist into the cushion of their hovercraft as his tongue slithered back into his mouth..
“I’m not a shark,” he snarled, his jagged, spear-shaped teeth glinting in the light. He dug his muscular hand into the cushion and twisted. The reinforced rubber was easily torn off, and the craft began to rapidly deflate. With terrifying strength, Moby lick pulled the craft towards him and to the side. He reached out and plucked the cage from the craft, before hitting the brakes.
“Wait, wait wait!”
“Ah geez, ah geez…”
“Dang it!” The poachers were yelling at each other and trying to stay away from the lapping waters as the hovercraft slowly began to sink.
“Don’t worry, punks!” Moby called out. “There’s a helicopter just behind me, they’ll dredge you out of the water like the pond scum you are.”

He turned 180 degrees with expert precision, and took off into the night. The alligators were stirring slightly, but still too out of it to even open their eyes. Moby sighed.
“Don’t worry,” he said, even though they couldn’t understand him. Or even hear him, most likely. “You’ll get a nice comfy place to nap.” Moby yawned, feeling a wave of exhaustion rush over him. It was too quiet and serene, and the buzz of the fan was rather lulling in its own right. He couldn’t wait to get home and crawl back into bed.

Good thing his home was very close – he was back indoors within a half hour, leaving the humid heat and stepping into a much drier, more temperate environ.
“Ahhh…” he stretched out his arms, shaking them a bit. Working those controls was always murder on his forearms. He no longer felt sleepy, but he certainly felt exhausted. He walked into the living room, wiping his brow, and sat down in his couch with a deep sigh. He stared into the blackness of the large Smart TV that was mounted on the wall at the other end, between some of his plaques and awards for his service protecting the Everglades. Everything on that wall was a gift in fact, the TV included. His fellow park-members had chipped in for it. It was an incredibly sweet gesture – an expensive one too, he assumed. He had been getting a lot of use out of it too.

He reached for his remote, and switched it on. The screen lit up silently, turned to a news station.
“Not right now.” he dismissed the talking head. He’d had enough news lately. He began to scroll through the various apps on his TV. Should he stream something? Catch up on some shows he’s been told to binge? Not that Tiger King show, he only watched about 10 minutes before he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. It made his skin crawl. Maybe he could stick on some music, and let that make him drift off. He was already feeling as though he didn’t want to leave his couch at all – he’d fallen asleep here before, and had some of the best sleeps of his life. So it’d be fine if he zoned out here.

As he scrolled, he passed by the XXX app. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was on there. He had been on there quite a few times. Sometimes it was a good way to unwind. In fact… why not? Might as well reward himself for a job well done. Plus he hadn’t had sex in a while. He needed an outlet of some kind, after all.
He was in the mood for watching a threesome. He scrolled through the options, reclining back in his chair as his free hand rested between his legs. He eventually settled on Garden Gangbang Volume 5. The lead actress in this one was one of his favourites, and he’d come to this one a fair few times.

As fun as it was to watch the terrible acting and the flimsy excuse for a plot – a nubile young gardener is tending to her crops, then a handsome farmer comes by. And another, and another. With each sex scene, more join in, and it isn’t long before the film lives up to its title. He stared at the well toned human bodies, and found himself missing his old body. Just a little though. He could still picture himself among the other men, quite vividly. As he listened to the actress’ moans, watched her pussy get plowed, her holes filled, he imagined it was his cock that was going in and out. He leaned in just a little, staring quite intently at the screen as he stroked himself. He could almost feel it. There was a closeup on the blonde, tan-skinned woman’s face, and he could swear she was looking into his eyes. He stared closer. Longer. He was still stroking himself, grunting a little louder. He was drooling, salivating in spite of himself. He swore each time he watched something on this app, he got more and more into it. It just made him so fucking horny… and he loved it. It was one of the best ways to just switch off his brain for a little while.

Little did he realize how much that wasn't the case.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Second part, corresponding to the middle part of the gif, where he's hypnotized on his couch] Moby Lick wasn’t watching porn at all, in fact. He imagined he was, believed he was, but what he was really losing himself in was a sea of static, through which rings of purple and blue were rapidly flashing. The orca was staring deep into the centre of them. His pupils shrunk, dilated, then shrunk again as a dopey smile played at the corners of his mouth. His tongue unrolled just a little. His eyes blossomed into rings of the same shade – purple, blue, purple, blue, rapidly flowing through them as he let out a low moan of pleasure.

--

He hadn’t been this oblivious the first time it happened. The first time the orca opened the XXX app and he was immediately greeted with the hypnotic imagery, he knew what was happening straight away. He could feel a familiar sense of losing control, of obedience. Though last time it had been due to a mind-altering serum that he literally sweat out of his body. Instead of the sensation coursing through his entire body, this feeling was focused in, concentrated entirely on his head. Overriding his senses. He’d tried to wrest his gaze away, frantically stabbing at his remote to switch the TV off. It didn’t work, however. And looking away didn’t work either. Even as he shut his eyes closed, he heard a tone pumping and throbbing through the surround sound speakers just behind him. They turned his spine to jelly, they sent a shiver of pleasure through his loins, and his left eye opened. He stared into the middle of the screen, the rippling rings drawing him in. It was as though the screen was expanding too, filling more of the room, filling his mind. His other eye opened just as both of them started to swirl, and his mind started to sink, fall into that endless tunnel. He leaned forward towards the screen, undoing his trousers and grasping at his cock. The little hidden messages, flashing on the screen and whispered in those binaural tones, moulded his mind like a piece of clay, smoothing out his resistance. He stroked. He stared. He went completely blank.

With each subsequent session, Moby Lick fell further under the spiral’s control. He would always click into the app based on a strange whim, would instantly remember why that was a bad idea, and then lose his train of thought – and all thought – in the spiral. He groaned and leaned closer to the screen, he pumped at the spiral’s command, and he threw himself deeper into the pleasurable hypnosis. Sometimes the spiral would not allow him to touch. Just to sit, and throb and flex his cock on his own, up and down, imagining it was being pleasured by an unseen hand or mouth. It began to train him to see whatever pornography he wanted to see rather than the spiral. So he would be none the wiser, since he was already so well conditioned. Bit by bit, a loyal, docile headspace had been constructed in Moby Lick’s impressionable head.

–

And here was the point where it would all pay off.
Don’t touch, Moby, the subliminal hiss cooed.
“Don’t touch, Moby…” the actress moaned to Moby Lick.

Moby thought nothing of how weird that was, or how little sense it made. He was already hypnotized after all. He let his sensitive cock twitch, already dribbling clear pre-come that slowly was guided downwards by the thick, throbbing veins. His hips bucked slightly as the woman started to bob on his cock. His eyes, still swirling, grew wider as he stared deep. So amazed that she was speaking to him directly.

Throb, flex your cock.
“Throb… flex your cock…” she said. Her lips wrapped around a thick, dark cock that was hovering just at the lower edge of the screen. Moby felt it all, that warmth caressing and squeezing his now-sensitive cock. His hands grabbed fistfuls of the cushions beneath him and he let out a louder moan than before. He snorted through his nose, his tongue slithering further out of his mouth as sweat beaded and slid down his rubbery skin. His cock flexed on command, each whispered subliminal making pleasure surge through him. It throbbed in rhythm to the spirals, each ring triggering another involuntary spasm. It felt so good… Moby Lick could feel himself getting close to orgasm – why wouldn’t he be? He was getting sucked off right now… he was going to cum down that gardener girl’s throat, give her every last drop of his seed. He was going to paint the insides of her throat with it. He was so fucking close…
Don’t cum yet, the subliminals whispered.
“Don’t cum yet,” the girl moaned as she came up for air, before diving right back down onto Moby’s member. His hips surged forward into the human’s mouth, and she groaned with pleasure. His cock was so painfully hard, fully engorged – if he touched it himself, even once, he might cum…

--

Through a small camera, his brainwashers were keeping an eye on his progress. The screen was flickering slightly, but in that grainy footage they could see how well he’d been conditioned.
“It looks like he is almost mine again…”
“It’s so hard to see, Doctor. Couldn’t we have gotten a better camera?”
“Silence, fool. You’ll get to see him in person soon enough. Your program has worked quite fantastically, I must say…”
“Well, I can’t exactly eat compliments. When am I getting my fee?”
“Oh, quite soon, my friend. Quite, quite soon.”
“Or I can just kill the programming right now. This brainwashing is easily reversible if you know what to do… so I want my fee first.”
“Right. Right, yes. Well, keep an eye on him, then. I’ll make the… arrangements.”
As one figure stepped away, the other kept watching. They typed the next command into their console, hitting enter to send it through the subliminal whispers.

--

You can’t cum.
“You can’t cum…”
“Nnuh… why n-not…” Moby groaned, leaning further forward as his tongue drooped all the way down to touch the tip of his cock. He didn’t even consider how strange it was to be pleading with the TV. He was too far gone, too horny to think of anything. His eyes spun faster and faster as he panted heavily. His cock throbbed and flexed, bobbing up and down – the movement itself would have been hypnotic in its own right. But Moby didn’t notice. The whale was so tense, his toes curling, his fingers gripping and kneading at the cushion. He was so needy… he didn’t know what was keeping him from coming, what he had to do to release, to get that orgasm he desperately craved. But he kept staring. Waiting for something. A clue. Anything at all.

Hold it just a little longer.
“Hold it just a little longer…” the girl winked, her lips resting on the tip of that cock, warm and wet. Moby didn’t even realize it was his own tongue that was doing that, just lazily draped on the tip. Something tasted nice. Moby didn’t realize what it was, but his tongue lapped at the tip to get more of that strange taste. Weird… when he tasted it, his cock felt good too…
Stop licking.
“Stop licking.” the girl commanded. Her face was starting to vanish away, fading into the spirals as his mind got too tired, too drunk on the hypnosis to even hallucinate that image any longer. Moby obeyed, his tongue retracting about halfway up. His cock was quivering. He’d been hovering on the torturous edge of climax for so, so long. His mind was burning, his body overheating. What was keeping him… what did he need to do?! How could he finish..?

–
“The money has been wired to your account.”
“Thank you.”
–

CUM.
Moby Lick screamed with bliss as a sledgehammer orgasm made his whole body surge. His body was electrified, exploding with pleasure. His cum covered his upper torso, sliding down through the crevices of his chest and abs. It covered his tongue too, that strange tang somehow intensifying his climax. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered, or had happen to him before. And it felt - it tasted incredible…
BLANK.
Even as his cock throbbed and his eyes spun, Moby Lick slumped back in his couch. Staring towards the screen, but at nothing in particular. His mind was blank, as commanded. The only image in his head was the rings of blue and purple. Endlessly spiralling. Eroding and wiping away any possible chance of a thought emerging. Brushing his mind clean, smoothing it out.
SLEEP.
His eyes drifted closed and he snored loudly, still covered in his seed. He didn’t even notice when his door was broken open. Or when he was lifted by some large, burly arms. The voices sounded familiar. As well as the way they bickered and snorted at each other.
“Come on, Killamari, lift!!”
“You’ve saddled me with the heavier part of him, you idiot! Let’s swap positions!”
“Ugh, fine.”
“Stupid shellhead… why do we have to go through all this trouble for this guy if he’s just going to break free of his mind control again?”
“I dunno,” a third voice said. “Maybe this time it’ll work! Doctor Paradigm seems pretty confident this time. Let’s just get him back before he wakes up...” [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Last part, where he's getting milked] Moby’s head was swimming. There was a throbbing pain – not quite a migraine, but a constant beat of discomfort. He could feel a light on him. He braced himself for the extra pain that would come when he opened his eyes. Sure enough, there was a bright fluorescent light trained on him. He hissed and groaned with pain.
“Wh… where am I?” he growled, straining at the bonds around his wrists and ankles. He looked down, seeing that he was completely naked, his cock standing to attention. Why was he hard? Just… what had happened?
“It is so very nice to see you again… Moby Lick.”
Moby would recognize the robotic whine of that exosuit any day. Dr. Paradigm stepped in front of the light, framed by it with an ominous shadow. He grinned wickedly from behind the dome of glass.
“Dr. Paradigm… what do you want from me?!”
“Oh, it’s quite simple,” Dr. Paradigm said with a chuckle. “I’ve got a use for you.”
“I’ll never fight for you,” Moby Lick growled, stretching those manacles he was in to their limit. But they still weren’t budging. “You can try, but you’ll never turn me against my friends!”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Dr. Paradigm laughed. “I’ve got another use for you. I just require some samples of your… DNA, we’ll say. Something you’ve already been quite well trained to give. You might as well stop struggling and enjoy what’s to come.
“I’m not gonna…” Moby Lick snarled back. “Besides. You forgot to restrain one part of me!”

Moby Lick realized his tongue was still free. He had a chance to fight back. He jerked his head to the side, ready to lash out, only to feel something large and rubbery get shoved into his opening mouth. A strap was tightly wrapped around the back of his head, just underneath his fin. Looking down, he saw a bright red ball gag was now sticking out of his mouth. He bit down hard on the ball, his tongue straining to get past it but failing.
“Did you really think I was going to forget about that?” Dr. Paradigm laughed. “I just wanted to give you a brief hope of escape before I snatched it away, my specimen…”

Specimen. Why did that word feel…
Moby Lick moaned a little, feeling strange and dizzy. The headache was gone. Pleasure bloomed inside his mind.
“Yes, Specimen…” another throb. “You’re not going to be Moby Lick for much longer. I think you enjoy being called a Specimen…”
Moby groaned.
“Since that’s all you are to me now. And that’s what you’ve been conditioned to see yourself as. A good Specimen…”
Moby’s cock throbbed. Dr. Paradigm laughed, delighted that his trigger had been implanted so successfully.
“Perhaps I should give that technician a tip,” he mused to himself as he stepped out of the way of the light.
“As for you, Specimen… hmmhmmhmm. You’re going to have to bid farewell to what remains of that mind of yours!”
Dr. Paradigm’s laugh echoed through the cell as he stepped back. The floodlight was switched off. And there, waiting just behind it, was a huge screen. A half second of recognition came over him as he stared into the swirling pattern… and then it was gone again. Even as he felt his mind blank and his body relax, Moby Lick tried desperately to pull away. His screams could only barely make it past the ballgag. Even though his face was strained with anger and panic, his eyes were already swirling rapidly. His resistance faded quite quickly, his conditioning kicking in.
Good Specimen, the screen said, with that subliminal whisper behind it.
You are doing so good.
You are a good obedient specimen.

Moby smiled underneath his ballgag. Each time he heard that title, he felt his mind growing sluggish. It felt wonderful. Those thoughts were giving him so much trouble. Those worries and cares. It was so much easier to let it drain away.
Each time he’d been hypnotized, new layers of pleasure had been added. Sometimes he stroked himself to climax. Sometimes he used his tongue to get himself off. Sometimes he used toys. And all of those sensations were rushing back into him. It was impressive he even managed to last 10 seconds of resistance before he gave in and stared into the spiral. A soft groan escaped him as he slumped forward slightly, drooling into his gag as his cock drooled just the same. Just the sight of those swirling colours made him so horny, and ready to serve. Which suited Dr. Paradigm’s purposes so well.

“Now! Hook him up to the milking machine!” Dr. Paradigm laughed. He waited for a response, but none was coming. “...Slash?”
“Duhhhn…” Slash, Dr. Paradigm’s sword-fish assistant, was staring into the spiralling screen, his eyes swirling just the same as a big smile stretched along his face. He was holding large plastic cylinder, connected to a long tube that lead to a large glass container with little volume markings going all the way up. The plastic tube was this close to dropping from Slash’s slackening hands. “Prettyy….”
A laser blast hit him in the chest, staggering him and knocking him out of his trance.
“PAY ATTENTION, you aquatic oaf!”
“Oofh! S-sorry, Doctor.” the drill-nosed mutant held his arm up to block the screen from his view as he moved to Moby Lick. He lifted it and pressed the dome over Moby’s cock. The suction cups around the rim squeezed tightly, and attached to the flesh of Moby’s crotch with a slurp. Slash dashed away from the hypnotized whale, making sure not to look, before he flicked the switch on the machine. It lit up as a low hum filled the room.

Moby Lick had vaguely noticed the suction around his cock, but only for a moment. He was too distracted and absorbed in the swirling screen to care. That changed, though, when the machine switched on. Air was pumped through that tube, creating a suckling sensation around the orca’s shaft. Moby hadn’t felt much arousal until that point. But the vacuum that suddenly squeezed and tugged at his shaft instantly sent him into a frenzy. He groaned and grunted with animalistic lust, bucking into the tube.
His mind was cast back to that imaginary porn star sucking him off, only this was even more powerful, more intense. His eyes pulsed faster as he whined, his thighs squeezing together as he did what little squirming he could in the restraints. He felt his mind weakening and draining away.
The rings seemed to move in time with the squeezing suckles, too. Each time a new wave of purple and blue pushed outwards, the tube pulled on his member. He came hard, biting down on the ballgag as the first long spurts shot out and upwards. The white fluid slid through the tube quickly, up into the chamber of the machine.
“Yes… Yes!” Dr. Paradigm said. “Once we have drained him of his seed, I’ll be able to gene-smash myself an army of Moby Licks… only this time, far more obedient to my whims! Come, Slash. Let’s leave him to his… device.”

“Huh…?” Slash was drooling all over himself, giggling woozily as his eyes swirled once more.
Another chest-blast snapped him out of it, and he yelped before rushing to follow his master.
The Specimen didn’t even notice, though. He was absorbed in the screen, and bucking at his bonds as a second orgasm pushed out of him. And a third. And a fourth. The orgasms kept blasting through him, with a pace that would have surprised him if he was able to feel surprise, or any emotion for that matter.

The Specimen’s struggles ceased eventually, as he settled into a rhythm, too tired to move. He stared at the screen, his expression turning blank and relaxed. By the tenth climax, as the rapidly growing collection of cum reached the half-litre mark, his mind had shut down entirely. He had become an empty, idiotic mule. His cock pulsated in perfect time to the rhythm of the suction. Every 5 seconds, he came again. Another long spurt of cum travelled through the chute and up into the container. A small tube slid down from the ceiling and pushed past a corner of the ballgag to pour a sweet solution into his throat. Keeping him hydrated and energized, so he could remain as productive as possible. The most productive Specimen he could possibly be.

From another screen, the technician watched with pride in his handiwork. He’d been stroking himself for a while as well. In the bottom right of his monitor, written in a jagged pixelated font, there was a counter to keep track of the orca’s orgasms. Thirty orgasms so far.
Fuck, he was hot. And it was a good thing this feed was much better quality… he could see the Specimen’s glistening body perfectly. He might have been secretly recording it as well – he could get off to this again easily.
He rubbed his thumb over his cocktip, watching how Moby’s head sometimes lolled to the side before snapping back to an upright position. His hands and feet hadn’t moved at all for a while. He was like a statue, a fountain that was producing more seed. The tube was filling up further and further. Once this orca hit 100 orgasms, it’d be time to change the tank. And there were three more tanks to fill. Would the Doctor really need all of it? Eh, not his problem.
For now, he figured he could settle in and enjoy the show. He’d earned it, after all. [/spoiler]

Posted on 2022-02-01 09:31:46
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that last part ended too quickly.

Posted on 2022-02-01 23:02:57
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WTF??? Street Sharks on Hypnohub. I would never have imagined that. I actually had Moby Lick as an action figure as a child.

Posted on 2022-02-03 10:12:39
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The source link has a few more orgasms at the end.