Log inLimewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 10 - Musk (MiloMesmer)
"We're going to change your blindfolds again. This is a scent that will prepare you for the main courses."
Anopia's waiting area was barely bigger than an elevator. Behind Milo and Beem was a typical glass and metal door leading out into the street, and ahead of them was a violet velvet curtain. It had been about 5 minutes since they'd been told to 'wait' by a dark-clothed maitre'd, left to stew in their anticipation.
"This feels… really intimate," Beem said, keeping his paws to himself, afraid to touch anything. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, of course," Milo said. "Not just because we weren't able to get a refund. You were the first person we thought of to take Blair's place!"
"Well, gosh, that's real nice of you…" the golden-furred Samoyed's curly tail was wagging nervously.
"It'd be worse if I was eating alone!" Milo continued. The bark-furred mule deer was more relaxed, but the excitement was evident in his sparkling green eyes.
"I feel bad for Blair, though… how's she doing?"
"She said she'll be fine, she's just bed-bound. She told us to call her when we get to dessert so we can give her the full rundown."
"Are phones allowed, though?" Beem asked. "I thought the whole point was…"
"Lights out, yeah… I'll just explain when we get seated."
"Alright… it is kinda exciting - oh, hey!"
Beem's blue eyes brightened as he caught sight of a horned, black-clothed figure stepping out from behind the curtain. He was rather small and slender for an Ox, but very handsome. He was wearing a blindfold over his eyes… it must have been seethrough, surely.
"Yeah, of course," Milo said. "Not just because we weren't able to get a refund. You were the first person we thought of to take Blair's place!"
"Well, gosh, that's real nice of you…" the golden-furred Samoyed's curly tail was wagging nervously.
"It'd be worse if I was eating alone!" Milo continued. The bark-furred mule deer was more relaxed, but the excitement was evident in his sparkling green eyes.
"I feel bad for Blair, though… how's she doing?"
"She said she'll be fine, she's just bed-bound. She told us to call her when we get to dessert so we can give her the full rundown."
"Are phones allowed, though?" Beem asked. "I thought the whole point was…"
"Lights out, yeah… I'll just explain when we get seated."
"Alright… it is kinda exciting - oh, hey!"
Beem's blue eyes brightened as he caught sight of a horned, black-clothed figure stepping out from behind the curtain. He was rather small and slender for an Ox, but very handsome. He was wearing a blindfold over his eyes… it must have been seethrough, surely.
"Milo and Blair?" the ox asked.
"Beem, actually… Blair's, uhm, sick."
"Follow me." The waiter gave a polite little bow and stepped back through the curtain, holding it open with their black gloved arm.
"Oooh, okay…" Milo grinned and clenched his fists together, looking at Beem. "Excitiiiiing~"
"We have an exciting set of nine courses for you, tonight," the maitre'd said, his feline tail tucked politely between his legs. "Did you read the brochure?"
"I did!" Milo said excitedly.
"There was a brochure?" Beem asked.
"Don't worry about it," Milo said.
It was pitch dark past the curtain. The dog and the deer both had excellent night vision, of course, so they could see the small round tables and austere chairs… the dining hall was empty aside from them.
"We have the place to ourselves, huh?" Milo said. "Nice."
"We want this experience to be as intimate as possible for you both."
"Oh, no, we're not dating," Beem laughed. Even though his tail was wagging, his eyes were wide with anxiety.
The deer took it far more graciously; his laugh was a gentler one. "Yeah, sorry to disappoint…"
"That can't be right. Not with the way you two have been gazing at each other. You have been giving each other very… meaningful looks."
"Have we?!" the pair said in unison, Beem sounding way more scandalised.
"But of course…" there was a strange hint of smugness in the slender ox's tone. Okay, so he definitely could see underneath the blindfold…
"That's neither here nor there, though. Please sit here, sirs, and then we'll blindfold you."
"Blindfold…?"
"Oh yeah." Milo's grin glinted in the light. "Have you heard how more than half of what we think is taste is actually smell? Our noses do most of the work."
"Huh."
"So, each course is going to have its own unique scent! This's why Blair couldn't really come. Her nose's all stuffed up."
As Milo spoke, they sat. No sooner had they done so, soft satin bolts of cloth were wrapped around their heads. The strips were wide, wide enough to reach their noses.
The blindfold had a very slight citrus scent to it. Lemony and warm.
"This is to cleanse your olfactory palates," The ox explained. "To prepare you for the Anopia experience."
Milo had heard of this before… and he also knew that 'olfactory' palate cleansers were a placebo at best, but it was just part of the theatrical experience. Fine dining was theatre, after all.
"You will get a new blindfold every three courses, each of them scented to pair with the associated dishes. We hope you will enjoy the experience. Your first course is a buffalo mozzarella caprese salad…"
Beem didn't want to ask the ox where the mozzarella came from. Though the intrusive thought was there…
"Beem, actually… Blair's, uhm, sick."
"Follow me." The waiter gave a polite little bow and stepped back through the curtain, holding it open with their black gloved arm.
"Oooh, okay…" Milo grinned and clenched his fists together, looking at Beem. "Excitiiiiing~"
"We have an exciting set of nine courses for you, tonight," the maitre'd said, his feline tail tucked politely between his legs. "Did you read the brochure?"
"I did!" Milo said excitedly.
"There was a brochure?" Beem asked.
"Don't worry about it," Milo said.
It was pitch dark past the curtain. The dog and the deer both had excellent night vision, of course, so they could see the small round tables and austere chairs… the dining hall was empty aside from them.
"We have the place to ourselves, huh?" Milo said. "Nice."
"We want this experience to be as intimate as possible for you both."
"Oh, no, we're not dating," Beem laughed. Even though his tail was wagging, his eyes were wide with anxiety.
The deer took it far more graciously; his laugh was a gentler one. "Yeah, sorry to disappoint…"
"That can't be right. Not with the way you two have been gazing at each other. You have been giving each other very… meaningful looks."
"Have we?!" the pair said in unison, Beem sounding way more scandalised.
"But of course…" there was a strange hint of smugness in the slender ox's tone. Okay, so he definitely could see underneath the blindfold…
"That's neither here nor there, though. Please sit here, sirs, and then we'll blindfold you."
"Blindfold…?"
"Oh yeah." Milo's grin glinted in the light. "Have you heard how more than half of what we think is taste is actually smell? Our noses do most of the work."
"Huh."
"So, each course is going to have its own unique scent! This's why Blair couldn't really come. Her nose's all stuffed up."
As Milo spoke, they sat. No sooner had they done so, soft satin bolts of cloth were wrapped around their heads. The strips were wide, wide enough to reach their noses.
The blindfold had a very slight citrus scent to it. Lemony and warm.
"This is to cleanse your olfactory palates," The ox explained. "To prepare you for the Anopia experience."
Milo had heard of this before… and he also knew that 'olfactory' palate cleansers were a placebo at best, but it was just part of the theatrical experience. Fine dining was theatre, after all.
"You will get a new blindfold every three courses, each of them scented to pair with the associated dishes. We hope you will enjoy the experience. Your first course is a buffalo mozzarella caprese salad…"
Beem didn't want to ask the ox where the mozzarella came from. Though the intrusive thought was there…
Eating blindfolded was less difficult than the pair expected. Neither of them had to worry about being spoonfed; just a few guiding touches of the wrists to keep their paws close enough to their utensils now and then. Otherwise the pair didn't feel the presence of the wait staff at all.
"Delicious," Milo said.
"Mm-hm." Beem agreed, his mouth full of capers and brined 'smoked' carrot.
There wasn't much conversation aside from that. Not that it was needed, not when there was another plate of crisp, delicious fried dumplings, and then a small cup of creamy, coriander-scented soup.
As that course was taken away, the pair felt a little tug. Beem yipped, Milo bleated - just a little caught off guard.
"Close your eyes, please," the ox waiter said, his familiar voice calming them. "We're going to change your blindfolds again. This is a scent that will prepare you for the main courses."
The scent in the cloth was… familiar to Milo. Very familiar. But it was only one of several different notes, and it faded to the back of his mind as the stronger scents pushed in. Sweet, spicy, warm…. like the warmth between a pair of thighs… A particular pair of…
"Hmmh, that's… actually kinda… nice…" Milo mumbled.
"Yeah…" Beem agreed. His tail was still wagging, but the pace had slowed considerably. Both of them took long, slow breaths, allowing them to pressed
Each of them felt - and obeyed - the desire to reach up and press the cloth more firmly against their noses, and take deeper breaths. The scent on the blindfolds was invited inside, and it made itself at home in their heads. It swirled and danced inside them, pushing their heads to and from from within…
"Mm-hm." Beem agreed, his mouth full of capers and brined 'smoked' carrot.
There wasn't much conversation aside from that. Not that it was needed, not when there was another plate of crisp, delicious fried dumplings, and then a small cup of creamy, coriander-scented soup.
As that course was taken away, the pair felt a little tug. Beem yipped, Milo bleated - just a little caught off guard.
"Close your eyes, please," the ox waiter said, his familiar voice calming them. "We're going to change your blindfolds again. This is a scent that will prepare you for the main courses."
The scent in the cloth was… familiar to Milo. Very familiar. But it was only one of several different notes, and it faded to the back of his mind as the stronger scents pushed in. Sweet, spicy, warm…. like the warmth between a pair of thighs… A particular pair of…
"Hmmh, that's… actually kinda… nice…" Milo mumbled.
"Yeah…" Beem agreed. His tail was still wagging, but the pace had slowed considerably. Both of them took long, slow breaths, allowing them to pressed
Each of them felt - and obeyed - the desire to reach up and press the cloth more firmly against their noses, and take deeper breaths. The scent on the blindfolds was invited inside, and it made itself at home in their heads. It swirled and danced inside them, pushing their heads to and from from within…
"What's the… uh…" Milo slurred. "The uh… what's the word… the thing for the… place where the thing comes from…"
"The home?" Beem asked. "Hometown…?"
"Nnnno…" Milo giggled like a college student who'd just drank one alcopop. "…not like a place where a person's from, like… what's the word…"
"The scent has a very unique origin."
"Origiiiin," Milo said. "That's the word… I think."
"Ssso the origin, what is it…?"
"It's a secret for now. You'll get a full list of the menu at the end of the experience."
"Oh, ok…" Beem and Milo mumbled, again in unison. They were strangely tuned into each other, now. Both of them took deep breaths, deep whiffs, at about the same time. They were settling into a rhythm.
"Take deep breaths and enjoy the scent. It will pair very nicely with your next course. It will be out momentarily."
"Ok…" the pair murmured, giggling as they realised they'd jinxed each other again.
They sat there for a while. The silence, the lack of light, only drew more attention to the scent of the cloth. The warmth and saltiness got stronger. Neither of them noticed, but their mouths were closed, just so they could take deeper whiffs of the scented blindfold. Trying to place it. And letting it take up more and more place in their mind.
"Feel a little light headed…" Milo remarked.
"Yeah… floaty…" Beem agreed. "Like… I don't have a body, heh…"
"Yeah, like… I'm just a snout, nothin' else… Just sniffin'…."
"Hhh… just sniffin'… what's that mean…?"
The room was so quiet, they could hear each other's breathing, those deep sucking inhales through the nose to pull the musk - it had to have been some kind of musk - further in. It made itself at home like an invading, invited vampire… just as bewitching and ensorcelling.
As they slumped, Milo began to drool on himself, and Beem's tongue lolled out of the left side of his snout.
A low chuckle only half-roused them from their scent-induced stupor.
"Mmhmhm… I think they've waited long enough."
Milo perked up. "B…bl….uh…?"
His lips were too tired to smile, but he felt like he needed to smile… that voice made him want to.
"Hello, boys~!" the voice cut through the darkness. Both of them could picture, in their musk-pickled minds' eye, the goat girl's muzzle forming those words, her purple tongue licking along her blunt white teeth.
"I knew that was gonna get you both good~ You can remove the blindfolds, gentlemen."
The blindfolded waiters did as the deep, feminine voice commanded.
As soon as the cloth fell free, the deer and the dog's eyes opened only a little. But it was just enough to see how profoundly entranced they were - both boys' eyes were full of pastel pinks and greens, gently ebbing like droplets of dyed oil in water. Her spell was well and truly cast over them.
"Unh…hn…?" the pair looked sluggishly towards the source of the sound. Their vision was full of colour and light, and it was hard to make out the shape at first.
But soon, their heads craned up as the large, statuesque figure of the four-horned goat approached.
"Blair…?" Milo mumbled.
"Hey, Milo," his partner said, a triumphant smile on her face.
"Thought y…yyyou were sick…?" Beem asked, confusion peeking up from the sea of hypnotized bliss.
"I was. But I got better a couple days ago… and I wanted to surprise Milo. Nice to see you came along too, by the way…"
"Hi…" Beem giggled.
"But enough talk, let's not waste time getting to your next course…"
Blair came up to the table. The waiters gave her space. They took their own blindfolds away, and their eyes were pulsing with the same colours, four more gleaming lights in the otherwise pitch-black room.
Blair approached the table, her hoof-fingered hands sliding behind Milo and Beem's heads to guide them towards her. The goat's already dark purple fur made her almost impossible to see in the still-dark dining area. Aside from the glint of her horns and the gleam of her eyes.
Her shaft was far easier to discern. It made its presence known through its natural, savoury musk. It was enough to make both boys salivate, even if their appetites hadn't already been whetted by the food. Or if they hadn't been deeply brainwashed by her scent long before.
"Move the table, waiters."
The two mesmerised servers complied, and Blair moved to take their places.
"I was able to talk them into refunding us, but… then I decided it might be more fun to go a step further… since I'd already taken their minds~"
Blair came up to the table. The waiters gave her space. They took their own blindfolds away, and their eyes were pulsing with the same colours, four more gleaming lights in the otherwise pitch-black room.
Blair approached the table, her hoof-fingered hands sliding behind Milo and Beem's heads to guide them towards her. The goat's already dark purple fur made her almost impossible to see in the still-dark dining area. Aside from the glint of her horns and the gleam of her eyes.
Her shaft was far easier to discern. It made its presence known through its natural, savoury musk. It was enough to make both boys salivate, even if their appetites hadn't already been whetted by the food. Or if they hadn't been deeply brainwashed by her scent long before.
"Move the table, waiters."
The two mesmerised servers complied, and Blair moved to take their places.
"I was able to talk them into refunding us, but… then I decided it might be more fun to go a step further… since I'd already taken their minds~"
Blair pushed Milo and Beem's chairs closer together, their knees touching. Her hands scooped into the backs of their necks and pulled them downwards towards her crotch.
"Breathe deep. Deeper." Blair squished their snouts together between her legs. Letting the pheromonal scent of her crotch cake into their fur and their nostrils. The pair moaned gratefully, and the sharp inhales made Blair giggle with delight, and made her cock throb and sweat out some more musk.
"The scent brings you back, doesn't it? To all the other times you've been pressed against my cock. Each one building upon the last to smother your mind… making you drop deeper, quicker, each and every time it happens. So pleasurable, isn't it?"
The pair whined beneath Blair, their swirling eyes rolling upwards as they wiped their faces against her still engorging cock. As delicious as the appetizer courses had been… none of them held a candle to Blair's dick. It was totem of pure pleasure for them. Something they couldn't resist. Like a salt lick. Or a spoonful of peanut butter. Something their instinctual hind brains instantly went wild for.
"Alright, I see how much you're drooling, boys... Let's not keep you waiting for the next course~ Make the Ring."
The dog and the deer pulled away from her cock, allowing her to take a step back. Then, they pressed their noses together and opened their mouths wide, leaving space for Blair's shaft to slide right in, under their tongues. A pose they had been trained to strike many a time before, one their bodies knew intrinsically.
Just seeing them do it made Blair's cock jump with anticipation.
"Mmmnh…" she snarled happily, resting her hands on the tops of her boys' heads as she slid in, and out, through the ring the two had made with their mouths. "And if you think this is delicious, wait till you see dessert~"
