Limewah's Hypnovember 2025

Day 7 - Trigger (Generic_ol_Soul)

 "Honey, I'm home."

CW: The worst fucking trigger you've ever heard in your life (it was my idea, the commissioner is innocent)

"And that's all we have time for, everyone! I've been Lux the Enthralling! Thank you so much, and once again, a huge round of applause for our amazing volunteers!"

Denia leapt to her feet. The old, burgundy upholstered seat creaked and snapped back into its upright position behind her, and she only barely managed to avoid catching her tail in it. The blue raptor wanted to make sure Duster saw her clapping.
Her friend, the orange-plumaged roadrunner with azure-tinged hands and hair, was grimacing with embarrassment. The hypnotist, a red panda who was quite short, yet still taller than Duster, gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and murmured something to him that Denia couldn't lipread. Duster nodded and said something back - it looked like a quick "thanks".

Denia grabbed Duster's bag and coat from his vacated seat so she could meet him in the aisle after he shuffled off stage.

She lead with "That looked like fun! What was it like being tranced out like that…?"
"Ech.." Duster was avoiding her gaze, his shoulders shifting slightly in a shrug he wasn't quite committing to. "I don't think it did anything to me. I didn't feel hypnotised at all."

Denia snrked. Sometimes Duster was so cute she wanted to just grab the top of his head and ruffle it until his head-plumage was a mess. So easily flustered, but also so quick to deny himself.
She'd seen all the evidence. Duster had been just as blank-eyed and happily obedient as each and every other person up on that stage. Duster had capered around the stage like a chicken, making the floorboards creak with every leap and scratch. He was commanded to bark every time he heard the word 'salad,' before being thrown into a roleplay scene at a salad bar with some other hypnotees.

There were a few other fun triggers, but the sound of a doorbell was the coup de grace of the act. When Duster heard that one, he did a long striptease while announcing "honey, I'm home," over and over again, to the hoots and hollers of an audience he had no idea was there. It was really fun to watch…
Denia was curious about how much fun Duster had while up there. He was wearing baggy boxer shorts underneath his pants, so if it was turning him on at all, it wouldn't be that easy to tell.
She had a very easy way to suss that one out… well, she assumed it would be easy. How hard could it be to put him under again? That red panda made it look as natural as breathing. She could totally do it.

"Well, why don't we grab some dinner?"
"Yeah, sounds great," Duster said. "I'm starving after that."
He would be, considering the mental and physical workout he'd been put through. 
"My treat." Denia lead the way, towering over the little road runner as she parted the sea of shuffling punters to get out of the dingy little cabaret theatre. 

There was a diner not too far away - cheap, cheerful and calorie-rich was the order of the evening. 
"Double burger, onion rings, and a shake," Duster said, not even having to look at the menu.
"And for you, darlin'?" the alpaca with a little too much foundation on her asked.
"I'm not feeling crazy hungry myself… I think a nice salad would be enough for me."
"Rr-."
Duster didn't bark. But Denia noticed a little twitch. A slight push forward, a little tensing in the throat and the shoulders. There was a little residue of that trigger, still present in his mind… excellent. Denia now knew she had something to work with.
But she knew not to overdo it. If she kept trying to pepper the conversation with the trigger phrases, she'd run the risk of burning them out entirely. 
The waitress didn't seem to notice, though; she just cheerily slid away, leaving the dino and the bird to their devices.
"You okay? Did you just hiccup there?" Denia asked.
"No?" Duster tilted his head to the side. "D'no what you're talking about. I didn't say anything."
"Uh-huh." Denia smiled. Okay… she'd have to soften him up a bit for that one. But that bode well.

The bell over the door of the diner rang as a half-cut hen party entered . Denia recognized them, from their loud chatter… they'd been sneaking drinks during the whole show, but had mostly avoided heckling, thankfully…
The bell rang several times as the whole group filtered in.
There was that twitch from Duster again. His pupils contracted. One hand went up to the collar of his shirt, to the top button. But his fingers just came to rest below his throat, and he scratched at his plumage with a little grunt.
…Was she imagining things? Maybe the triggers didn't last after all. Maybe that was just a hiccup earlier, and the other triggers weren't going to work.
She wasn't going to give up, just yet.. what other triggers did she remember from the evening?

"And here's your burger, and your salad-"
"Ruff-"
"-my darlings, y'all let me know if you need anything else~!"
The waitress was mid-spiel. She didn't seem to notice the bark, she just continued straight on to the big table that had just arrived.

"Mm-mm," Duster rubbed his wings together before reaching down to grab the thick plant patty. Seemingly unaware.
Denia's snout split into a huge grin.
"Looks good," she said, stabbing her fork into a leaf. "If you need to cut the grease, you can have a bit of my salad-"
Duster's bark made him half-leap from his seat. But as soon as he barked, he was back to nonchalantly eating. 
"I'm good, thanks," Duster said. 
A few people from the hen party shot a confused glance in their direction… before sharing some furtive little whispers amongst themselves.
Would she keep going? Would she risk it?

…No. She needed to pick the right moment

"How did you find the whole… strip tease part?" she asked.
"What? What strip tease?" Duster scoffed, nearly spitting out a bite of food.
"You don't remember?" she smiled.
"No, that didn't happen." There was a smirk on Duster's beak. "Lux hypnotised all of you to think I was hypnotised! Didn't work on me."
Denia scoffed. "I think I'd remember that…"
In fact, she did remember. She also remembered the mischievous glint in that panda magician's eye as they'd explained - 

"So Duster," Lux asked, "what if you were the only person in the room who wasn't hypnotised… and what if they were to imagine that you were stripping for them? Wouldn't that be fun?"
"N-hn," Duster had grunted, eyes unfocused, head lolling. "Yeah, fun…"
A chuckle had rolled through the audience, and Denia had joined in with it.
"So… if we were to zonk the world right now, you'd know, right…? Will we let them know they're hypnotized? Wanna help me do it? You know the tune, right…?"
"Mye." Duster had grunted, only half-joining in, his voice barely audible under the panda's louder singing - and the laughter from the audience.

No preamble. She leapt right into it, trying to sing at a lower volume, which made it even more off-key
"Zooonk the wooorld, let them know they're hypnotiiized~"
Denia thought she was being quiet enough. But the second time she sang it, the gaggle of hens joined in, with the expected drunk-girl gusto, jumping the volume up by a significant degree.
Not only did Denia notice Duster's eyes dilate, and a little stiffening in the shoulders… she saw a smile tug at the edges of his beak, too.
"Oh god…" Duster laughed. "You're still hypnotized, aren't you?"
"Zoooonk the woooorld~" Denia continued, shaking her head as her snarl-smile grew even wider.
Duster reached out and grabbed Denia's wrist, giving it a squeeze. "Snap outta it!"
Denia pulled her wrist away. "Alright, alright, I'm awake…"
The drunk girls kept singing for a moment longer, before clapping and whooping. Duster shook his head, evidently a little zonk-drunk still.

"You having a good night?" One of them yelled over to the table.
"Oh boy," Duster muttered. "Let's eat quick and get outta here, I don't wanna talk to strangers any more than I have-"

Dingding.

The door opened again, this time by an older gent in a dark coat, clearly on his own. The person didn't matter so much as the sound. Duster trailed off mid-sentence, and slowly leaned back until he was sitting perfectly upright. His gaze was wide and blank, his beak was slightly parted…
Then he stood.

"Honey, I'm home."
It was too late to stop him. Every eye was drawn to the brown-feathered bird as he went through the same routine as before. He stepped up onto the table, kicking the plate of food aside and letting it spill everywhere. His sleepy blue hands started from the top button and working his way down, slowly shrugging off his shirt and baring his torso to the delighted whoops of the hen party. A tabby cat leapt to her feet from among them and cheered. Everyone else, Denia included, watched with varying levels of confusion and delight.

Duster opened the buckle of his belt and let it glide out of the loops, an easy smile coming to his beak now, and he draped it over his shoulder as he let his slightly-too-wide pants slide right off, down to his billowing boxer shorts. 
"S-sir?" The waitress approached. "You're gonna have to put your clothes back on…"
"Honey, I'm home," Duster repeated, wiggling his hips from side to side and fluttering his tail. He bent forwards, showing off his ass, inclining it towards the sound of the cheers and applause…
"TAKE IT ALL OFF! TAKE! IT! OFF! TAKE! IT! OFF!"
Denia didn't even realise she was joining in until the third repetition. She was getting swept up in things. She was back in the crowd again. One of the many sets of eyes ogling someone who was truly, blissfully, free of thoughts and cares…
"Honey, I'm home," Duster said, breezily, as he took his boxers and slowly wriggled them down. He took his time to gradually reveal the curve of his butt, and downy treasure-trail leading down to his half-erect cock.

There was no doubt he was enjoying himself. 
The alpaca was standing right at their booth now, looking straight up, just as mesmerised as everyone else was by the impromptu tease.
"S-sir, I'm g-gonna have to ask you to… t…to…"
The Waitress' eyes bounced up and down to follow the tip of Duster's dick as it sprang free into view. 
Everyone was following it.
Denia caught herself drooling a little, felt the cushions beneath her in the booth seem to pull her down… felt herself sliding into a comfortable state of mind, like she'd just crawled into bed…

"Brr!" she snapped herself out of it. Damn, maybe Duster was right… she did feel a little swept up in the whole thing.
She debated splashing cold water on Duster's face. But a few gentle smacks should be enough. "Okay, okay Duster, off the table, now…"
"Honey, I'm home," Duster mumbled again. "Honey, I'm-"
"C'mon, buddy…" Denia said, standing up to reach for him. "You've stepped in my salad-"
"RUFF! RUFFRUFFRUFF!"
"Oh fuck-"

The roadrunner's beak fell open, his tongue lolling out, as he went past simply barking and straight into believing he was a dog. At least it got him squatting down, which made it easier to pull his undies and trousers back up from around his ankles. She felt like she was dressing a kid for their first day at school.
"Shhh-shhh… good…d-doggy? Good doggy. Yeah, let's just chill out…" Denia's coos gradually got Duster to settle down. But he was gone. Not a thought in that head.

"M-Ma'am, I am gonna have to ask you two to leave, now…" the waitress said as Denia finally got Duster down to the ground. She was glancing awkwardly around to try and spot hidden cameras. "This ain't for tv, is it?"
"Oh god, no, hah… we were just at a hypnosis show!" Denia laughed. "He killed it up there, didn't you Duster?"
"Nnhn." Duster was smiling dizzily, mumbling something completely indecipherable.
"We're on our way out," she said, quickly handing the waitress money to pay for the food, and a more than sizeable tip. "Sorry 'bout this, heh…"

Denia pulled Duster's arm across the back of her neck to keep him stable. As they walked towards the diner door, they heard a shout.
"Taxiiii~!" a plump-faced sparrow girl called out from the hen party.
"Honestly?" Denia laughed. "I might have to call one!"
As soon as she opened the door, she remembered the trigger - too late to stop the bell ringing.

"Honey, I'm home…!"
"NOPE." she hugged him tighter. C'mon. Save it for when we're actually home."