Hypnotised at the Party

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Vania should not have been out there, not really, but it was hard for the bunny-woman to restrain herself. She was too social, a bounce in her step as she enjoyed herself, the party in full swing, though it had been a while since she had attended one in a private home. Of course, a house party was well within her wheelhouse, though perhaps Vania should have considered the fact that she had work the next day.

No matter to her though. Her brown rabbit ears stood up tall and pricked, turning to catch sounds, drinks flowing freely and laughter thick and tangible in the air. She had chosen a mid-thigh skirt that was reasonable enough for the night out, a glass of prosecco clasped in her hand, skin a little darker than a natural tan would have come through. Her glasses perched on her nose, though she did wear contacts at times too, yet she'd been in too much of a rush to get out that night to worry about those.

A sparkly top that was, perhaps, a little too low-cut across her bosom completed the ensemble as she lunged at a group of her friends, giggling and swaying, though she had barely taken a sip of any single drink so far. They laughed and drew her into their midst, though there were others there, strangers to her, that could have been entertaining to talk to also. As much as nervous excitement trembled through her, it was not in Vania's nature to break the ice easily with those that she did not know, though, funnily enough, she always found herself in their arms anyway.

"Hey, Vania, not found someone to lift that bunny-tail of yours yet tonight?"

Vania squirmed, squealing and clapping a hand to her lips, though just about remembered the prosecco in her other hand in the nick of time.

"Oh -- you! Just because you can't get any!"

They laughed, her friends ranging from anthros to humans to those that were somewhere in-between, like her. She had a bunny-tail too, of course, even if her skirt hid it that night, though that was one more thing that Vania had to hold in mind, taking care not to flick it up too high and disturb her skirt.

Her friends split up, leaving her to wander, to mingle, though they would still be around, she was sure, if she needed them. She had to count on them, after all, but others brushed up against her with friendly smiles, seemingly drawn to her as they always were. Her friends called her a bonk magnet", but Vania was determined to be scrupulous that night, downing her drink and picking up another, though she did not care what slipped down her throat.

Maybe that was her problem, a little bit of a lewd downfall, if one willed, as a strange man clasped her elbow, drawing her softly to the side.

"Hey, darling, haven't seen you around here before."

He was like her, in a way, which put her at ease, though Vania should never have been as relaxed as she was around a fox. His ears pricked atop his head, ginger hair matching the shade of them, a fox-tail hanging behind him, though it was stiller than her little tail wanted to be. Maybe that too should have been a warning sign for her, showing her what the fox, indeed, was concealing, but the alcohol already affected her, softening the edges of her reality.

"Yeah, Sandy invited me," she said brightly, her voice a little louder than it needed to be. "Who brought you?"

"Oh, I tend to turn up where I'm wanted. Life's funny like that, isn't it?"

His smile was disarming, setting her instantly at ease, and Vania laughed out loud, shaking her head as her ears flopped and bounced back and forth from one side to the other.

"You could say, I find myself caught up in situations where I'm finding that all the time. Who are you again?"

"Todd."

Whether that was his real name or not would not be seen at that time or later as they talked, drinks flowing freely, though Vania did not keep track of how much she enjoyed. All she knew was that her body was light and at ease and everything the fox-man was so funny, his skin paler than hers, a kindly canny look in his eye.

That was why she did not mind too much when he said that they should go somewhere more private to talk, somewhere a little quieter where Vania did not have to raise her voice as much as she had to in order to talk. It was easy, too easy, and she was, perhaps, a little too trusting, the bedroom certainly suited for things other than what went on out in the open area of the party space.

In the dim light, she fumbled for a switch, the only illumination coming in through the window.

"Oh, gawd, it's so dark in here!"

She covered up her nerves with laughter, though still did not suspect anything was amiss. Vania did not mind getting herself into such situations, to be fair, for it was just one of many things that served to make her life more interesting, tripping over her own feet in her party heels, tail flicking her skirt up. Thank goodness for the darkness to hide her embarrassment there!

But when she met the fox-man's eyes, she found that she could not look away, something gold flashing in his hands. The sparkle of it drew her eye, the gold coin passed between one of his hands to the other, rolled over his knuckles, rhythmic and calling, enticing in the best of ways.

Vania swayed.

"Ohhh..."

Her fate was already sealed.

"Listen to me. Listen to only the sound of my voice. Listen to me."

The coin fixated her, her breath caught in her throat. It was captivating, hypnotising, though the bunny-woman did not realise, not even then, how she was slipping down and down and down, the world tilting and turning around her in such a way that could not, not even then, be settled. She was caught under his spell as the fox-man layered his influence over her, Todd even having trouble keeping the smirk off his lips as to how easy it had been for him to capture her, to break her down and draw her in.

"Yes, very good... You're such a good girl."

She didn't know what she was doing and yet the maid outfit on the bed seemed too enticing for her to resist as Todd nodded at it.

"Put it on. Listen to me. You only need to listen to me now. Let all else fall away."

It was right and it was wrong, a whimper on her lips as she stripped down, not even feeling embarrassed to be in her underwear before him. Her heels, thankfully, had been black already and matched the Lolita maid outfit perfectly, the layers and frills cut higher than her skirt had been, though there was a hole for her tail in that one. Without thinking, for there was no sense in considering things too deeply, she tucked her tail through it, settling it over her shoulders, the white ruffles dipping low over her breasts. Her bra pushed her tits up under the costume, putting them on full display, and she giggled deliriously, swinging her hips back and forth just to enjoy how the material rustled around her.

"Very good... You're so lovely, Vania. And you want to show me how lovely you are, don't you?"

Her tongue pushed out over her lower lip, moaning lewdly, not feeling as if she could keep it in her mouth anymore. Her knees were weak and all Vania could do was keep her eyes on him, dropping to his crotch as he unzipped his smart black trousers to reveal a hard erection. With neko-type people, like her, it was always up for debate as to whether they would have their human or their animal genitalia and the fox-man proved to be a blend of both. Where he did not have a sheath, he had a darker red length of cock that was already hard and firm for her, an unformed knot begging attention with due promise at the base. His nuts were larger too, a little more than she could have expected, though she got to feel them up close and personal, his cock disappearing into her mouth in one stroke of his length.

"Mmmph!"

"Suck."

One word, an easy command to follow. Her hands found his nuts, reverently cupping and cradling them, rubbing them softly, but her main focus was on the slick length of his shaft as her lips coated it in saliva. She moaned like a whore around him, seeing nothing but his cock, excited, her hips rocking back as if onto another invisible length right there and then. And, oh, how much she wanted it! Her folds dripped with her own arousal, no panties to be seen, though there was no recollection in her mind of taking them off. No, everything was as it should be as she hacked and gagged to take the very tip of his cock into the back of her throat, eyes watering from the strain of it all.

"Mmmmm..."

That would not be enough to stop her, a good slut, a bunny-slut, her eyes half-closed and his hand twisting into her hair, disrupting her hairdo. That would be the least of her concerns by the time the night was out, a hypnotised yet very much willing sex slave who may have been more than happy to go along with all that was proposed even if he had been upfront with her.

Some things, however, were more fun with a little secrecy at play. She took his cock into her throat like the pro slut she was, moaning loudly, grunting and groaning, trying to please him. That was all that mattered to her, the humiliation of it bypassing her attention, for she didn't even know the strange fox-man in any way. Did it even matter?

No, of course not. Nothing like that mattered as she slavered over his cock, his fingers pinching her ears, dragging her face down on his dick again and again. He face-fucked her as if it was the last thing he would ever do, though the moment stretched out as he huffed and grunted. Todd may have cursed and swore under his breath, but she was too lusty to care, moaning around his meat as he hammered into her, gulping and murmuring wetly through his thrusts.

"Ah... Fuck..."

But it was coming as he dragged his dick out with difficulty, the bunny-slut leaning after him, moaning, her lips opening and closing as if she could not bear to be without his cock, tail lifted. Todd growled as he flipped her around, dropping to his knees behind her as he slammed into her doggystyle, no moment of a break between him shoving her down onto all fours and his dick grinding home. Her wet folds accepted his prick like they had fucked many times over before and she cried out breathlessly, breasts swinging and bouncing lightly within the costume. Sadly, the built-in brasserie and support there was not as much as a "gifted" rabbit like her needed.

She could not think, could barely breathe, his cock the only thing that she needed as he drummed his dick as deep into her as he could go. She was nothing more than a horny, mindless slut under his hypnosis spell, her inhibitions lowered, even though that was not all that different to the state that she usually was in. Not caring for who could hear her or not, she moaned out loud, head hanging and ears flopping loosely, rocking back onto his dick while his hand curled possessively around her shoulder.

"Stay still..."

Todd grunted but there was nowhere for her to go, her buttocks bouncing back against him, need overcoming her in all ways so that there was nothing else for her, nowhere to go, only the lust of being with him. Slamming into her again and again, his moans rolled over her as she climaxed on his cock, even if that was not the grand finale of all that he had in store for her. No, it was Todd's orgasm that was key, leaving her whimpering for it even through the pulsing waves of her own ecstasy.

"Ah... P-p-please..." She begged, Vania not even sure whether the words she wanted were coming out of her lips. "H-h-harder... F-f-fuuuck meee!"

And he gave it to her, every drop she craved, gripping her shoulder, Vania howling out her delight as he gave a few more short, savage thrusts, rocking her forward over the carpet with every stroke that hit home. His seed flowed into her in time with a carnal grunt, the fox-man licking his lips, eyes gleaming in the dimness of the bedroom.

"There you go, slut..."

Yes... Vania trembled, whimpering, her head hanging. Her skin prickled with heat, sweat trickling down. Yes, she was a slut, just a slut, that was all she needed to be. And she needed to be that even more as his cum dripped from her, Todd jacking off to spend the last drops over her buttocks, marking her pussy with trickles of his cum.

That was not all of it as she felt herself standing, moaning out loud, her hands wanting to go between her legs, her pussy dripping with cum. It was wrong but it was right, following in his steps as he gripped her arm, leading her, so easily controlling her. In a sense, Vania knew and understood all that was happening to her but the lure of having that control stripped from her was oddly exciting too, her breasts in full view as they spilt headily over the top of the costume, nipples barely covered.

Heads turned and she gasped, though there was a part of her that both loved and hated the attention. She shouldn't have been out there like that! The only saving grace as giggles and whispers spread, music turning down a few notches, hungry eyes latching onto her body, was that her friends were nowhere in sight. Hopefully, they had left, but there was no way still for Vania to confirm that.

At everyone's mercy, her body and her mind were both up for the taking, panting and whimpering, her pussy slick with more than just a load of cum.

"Right, ladies and gentleman!"

Todd called everyone's attention, Vania squirming in place, standing at the side of the room where the party was in full swing, her cheeks hot but her pussy hotter. She couldn't stay still, hopping from one foot to the other as he turned her around, pushing her skirt back up to show off her bunny-tail, the smoothness of her arse and how her pussy already gleamed with a load of cum.

"I'll take one-hundred for her pussy -- sloppy seconds though, fair warning!"

Just like that, the money was flying, sexual favours lined up for her to deliver, servicing everyone, or so it seemed, in the room. Vania gasped, her body slammed back against the wall, her back pinned to it, legs up and around the waist of a man who groaned as he kissed her deeply. What he had paid for her had slipped her attention but that did not matter one bit as he freed his big prick for her, the meat of his cock slapping up between her thighs, pressing in on her soaked pussy for attention.

"Been waiting for a good slut to fuck..."

He was freshly shaved, wearing a suit and tie -- but there was nothing proper about the man as he ground into her, using his body to pin her in place while they moaned in turn. The skirts of her maid outfit pushed up around her hips, baring everything to the room at large, and her buyer of the moment wasted no time at all in fucking her, hips working like a piston, intent only on seeding her full.

"Oh... Ohhh! Yes! Fuck meee! Ahhhh!"

She squealed, legs hitched up around his waist. Vania did not know what name to cry out and she would not have had breath to do so anyway, her pussy soaked and still squeezing down around his shaft. Her body wanted him more than even her mind did -- and she was lust-crazed as it was. All Vania saw as she was pinned and fucked, bareback, was a crowd full of horny guys, anthros, men and more, all wanting to cram their dicks into her one way or another.

"Oooohhh... Yesss..."

She shivered, clinging to him as he hammered in, his cock a good fit for her pussy, though the load that had come before slickened the way for him some. Yes, yes, it was all she needed, all she yearned for, squealing with her toes curling as she tried to hump back against him. The man's thrusts sped up and up and he could not be expected to hold back for a moment longer, not as he grunted thickly, heavily, the light curl of hair at his crotch grinding over her clit with every stroke.

"Yes, yes... More... Ohhh!"

They climaxed together, though that may have been a bit of the hypnosis at work, leading her to be more susceptible to such things. It twisted her mind, made her easier to manipulate, yet it was all within her wheelhouse, all something that, truly, she wanted to happen to her. They could not have known that, not truly, but she moaned out passionately for it, her arms around the man's neck even as he lowered her slowly, loathe to leave the hot tightness of her cunny before his climax was done.

The last spurts of cum marked her pussy as he pulled out, for there were already others there who had paid for her services, a cluster of males surrounding her -- a wolf, a man and a donkey-man with gorgeous ears and a ropey, swinging tail. They all had their cocks out in her face and she readily took the wolf's shaft into her mouth, letting him ram into the back of her mouth while she jacked off the others. Her hands worked quickly, as if she was even more of a skilled slut than she already saw herself to be, whimpering and groaning, her pussy dripping with that second load of cum.

"Ohhhh!" She groaned around his cock, eyes rolling back in her head in delirious delight. "Mmmmph... Mmmm..."

"Look at her go!"

"Damn, how many times do you think she'll get us off?"

"Definitely enough for a second round..."

They could only hope as her lewdly dripping pussy tried to hold on, even then, to every drop of cum that she had taken so far, moaning around a heady length of wolf-dick and craving more. Vania groaned, wanting her pleasure, her high, too but caught up in pleasing every dick that was presented to her. Her hands slid smoothly over their flesh, not caring whether they were cut or uncut, every cock a treat to behold as she leaned too eagerly into her public debasement.

Someone yanked her costume down, exposing her tits fully for a jet of cum from the donkey, his shaft the biggest of them all and braying through a groan as he spent himself. She could have used two hands on him, easily, to get his cock the pleasure it deserved, but there were too many there, all at once, to give him her sole focus. She only had to be the best that she could be, a good slut, moaning out loud, her lips parted to catch a load of the wolf's cum, though it streamed over her face too even as the man with donkey ears and a smirk to die for splattered her tits. Everything about her was up for grabs, everything to be lusted for, and she took the final man, his thick length all that she knew of him, not even seeing his face clearly, into her mouth for a load of seed to pour straight down her throat.

It was ecstasy, even if she didn't have a cock in her pussy, shoved onto her back, the skirts of her outfit floating up around her, the perfect Lolita maid serving everyone just as she should be. She was already losing track of how many orgasms she'd had, climax after climax zinging through her while a canine hooked her legs up around his hips, a tapered length of dick finding her pussy. Yet a dog with pricked ears, black and white markings -- a husky, yes, he had to be such -- didn't pause in his thrusts as his red prick rocketed into her, tongue hanging out while he howled out his pleasure.

"Ah, fuck..." He groaned, tongue fluttering as he panted heavily. "She's...still tight..."

"Mmmm," she encouraged them, paws fluttering, wanting more, always more. "Mmph... Yeah, fuck me... Come on... I'm not too tight for all of you!"

But that did not seem as if it would be the case for long with so many taking her, the husky hammering in while she moaned and let her tongue push out too. Vania grasped a thick length as it pushed into her mouth from behind, her head upside-down but not caring one bit, as long as she got it where she belonged. A lion, yes, though his length was more human-like than the type with barbs on it, for which she was grateful, her hands thrown back over her head to hold onto him. He would not go anywhere, she would see to that, until she had a load of his cum straight down his throat, the big cat hissing and yowling as he hammered into her throat.