Log inLimewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 14 - Reversal (LucianLupin)
"Is this to your liking, Master?... I hope you will continue to enjoy me, for as long as you want."
"Don't resist." Akihiko said, his voice assertive and machete-sharp. "You're already mine."
The albino peacock's holographic plumage swirled brighter, unfurling wider to create an inescapable wall of hypnotic waves. They crashed over the helpless sheep's mind like a tsunami.
The white sheep's eyes had turned red, already matching their hypnotic lustre.
The spiralling shapes were the first thing Eli saw when he opened his eyes… the last he remembered, he was walking to the university library, then he felt something damp and acrid-smelling over his face, and now he was… here… not even given the time to realise where he was, or the danger he was in.
For a time, his eyes had been darting and rolling around, but the projected swirls of colour were inescapable.
"B…Buh…. but…" the little sheep's left eye drooped, but his right remained wide open. His hand, still gripped by the wrist, held by one of Akihiko's foot-talons, went slack and limp.
"What?" the peacock's already wicked smile grew darker still. "Are you still clinging to your loyalty to that mutt, even now…? Very interesting. But futile."
Eli's eyes swirled with bands of red and black. His gaze became glassy and unfocused. He was starting to give up. But there was still some resistance. Some cogs were turning in his head, albeit haltingly.
The albino peacock's holographic plumage swirled brighter, unfurling wider to create an inescapable wall of hypnotic waves. They crashed over the helpless sheep's mind like a tsunami.
The white sheep's eyes had turned red, already matching their hypnotic lustre.
The spiralling shapes were the first thing Eli saw when he opened his eyes… the last he remembered, he was walking to the university library, then he felt something damp and acrid-smelling over his face, and now he was… here… not even given the time to realise where he was, or the danger he was in.
For a time, his eyes had been darting and rolling around, but the projected swirls of colour were inescapable.
"B…Buh…. but…" the little sheep's left eye drooped, but his right remained wide open. His hand, still gripped by the wrist, held by one of Akihiko's foot-talons, went slack and limp.
"What?" the peacock's already wicked smile grew darker still. "Are you still clinging to your loyalty to that mutt, even now…? Very interesting. But futile."
Eli's eyes swirled with bands of red and black. His gaze became glassy and unfocused. He was starting to give up. But there was still some resistance. Some cogs were turning in his head, albeit haltingly.
"L…Lucian…" Eli bleated. "I… I…"
"Forget him," Akihiko said, with the sharp impassive tone of a headmaster. He yanked Eli's wrist downwards as he released his grip and placed his foot back on the floor.
"Forget your feelings for him, while remembering how you act towards him. You must keep him oblivious of your new allegiance. Your devotion to your new Master…"
"I l… love you…" Eli murmured, a smile coming to his face.
"No love," Akihiko corrected him. "You do not love me. You serve me. There is nothing more to it than that."
"Yes, Master," Eli said. The emotional intonations drained from his voice, and it became a dazed, almost bored-sounding monotone. "I serve you."
"Better," Aki said. "Does any love remain?"
"A small amount, Master." The sheep's affect was flat, his response instantaneous.
"That will be gone in due time," Akihiko replied.
The little thing was like wet clay; it was little wonder why he was one of Lucian's most treasured possessions. He took to new commands, new states of mind, quite naturally. Someone with a mind as plastic as his would make an excellent test subject… once his primary purpose had been carried out.
Akihiko stepped away from Eli, leaving him to sway and murmur on the spot. He pressed a button on his desk.
"Swyft, send a drone to my office for patch application."
"As You Wish, Sir."
As he waited, Akihiko took a black patch from his desk, enrobed in a thin sheet of plastic. It was about the size of a stamp, with a red rosette in the centre. This implant, once placed on the skin, would elute a slow stream of hypnotic chemicals into Eli's bloodstream, would keep him docile.
The most inconspicuous location for that was at the top of his inner thigh, just behind his buttocks. Akihiko knew that Eli's shapely rump would get groped a great deal - it was part of his line of work, whether he was fondled by his 'master' or Club Lunix's clients. This patch would be placed in a spot that would not be touched or inspected.
The drone arrived. Like all of the bird's drones, they were sleeved in a black latex outfit, with metal plating on the shoulders and around the head to hide their face, gender… even their species. They might even have been mistaken for a robot, nothing organic beneath the outer skin.
Akihiko's metallic fingers clicked, with a resonant sound like champagne flute struck with a fork.
"Strip them," Akihiko ordered the drone. "Eli, allow yourself to be stripped."
"Yes, Master…" Eli said, sleepily. He raised his arms, allowing the drone to pull the colour-block sweater off, and then wriggled out of his pants.
…Akihiko was taken slightly off guard by the curves of Eli's thighs.
The slightly baggy shorts belied just how thick his shanks were, not to mention the width and heft of his plush rump.
The sheep adjusted, lifting his left foot an inch off the ground and placing it back down.
Just from that, that one little movement, there was a bounce and a ripple along the pearl-white surface of Eli's rump. Like a breeze through a field of white grass.
Eli stumbled slightly as the drone removed his pants.
The jiggle was more pronounced this time. Akihiko's organic right eye blinked quickly. His cybernetic left eye whirred as its aperture narrowed.
Akihiko took his chair from behind his desk and sat in it, to observe Eli's disrobing. Or… more accurately, to watch the slow, unconscious shaking of the sheep's rump. It was rather easy on the eyes.
He was bare, bottomless now, providing a perfectly unrestricted view of his rear.
Akihiko's beak clacked softly, his eyes roving along the curvature of Eli's cheeks, the cleft in the centre of them. From one side to the other, as the sheep swayed in place, left, then right, then left… a nervous tic shining through the programming, perhaps. A lack of posture that would soon be corrected.
But even so… it was a pleasant little show.
When he noticed the drone still standing dutifully next to the sheep, Akihiko jumped in his seat with a hissed in-breath.
"Gh! What're you doing here?"
"Where will I apply the patch, Master?" the drone asked.
"What- oh." …yes, right. Akihiko had nearly forgotten. Yes. Eli needed to be prepared for his task.
"Bring him… bring him a little closer," Akihiko said. "I want to make sure the patch is applied properly."
"Yes, Master."
Eli began to turn.
"Stop…" Aki raised a hand. "Remain facing away from me. Drone, guide him here. But… do so backwards."
There was no reason for the awkward, waddling backwards walk, aside from allowing Akihiko to keep his eyes trained on… the… hrm.
Akihiko had never considered himself a sexual being, and yet… there was something deeply pleasing about its shape, round and plush, as if sculpted by the hand of some master craftsman.
And if it looked this beautifully plump, how might it feel to hold…?
"Wait," Akihiko said, a little hoarsely. "Step away, drone. Let me examine him first. I'll decide where the patch will be applied. Yes."
As soon as Eli's rump was close enough, Akihiko grasped it with his metal-clawed hands. The flesh was soft and warm. It dimpled between his fingers, the fat spilling out over them as if it might absorb his claws into them…
Akihiko squeezed. Eli bleated softly and sweetly. The peacock hummed hoarsely.
He found himself wishing the claws on his left hands had nerves. He could feel the cheeks' pleasing temperature and texture, but there was none of the pleasure that an organic claw might have felt. As opposed to his right hand, which could feel everything, not jujst the texture but the simple endorphin release that came from skin to skin contact…
Eli stumbled slightly as the drone removed his pants.
The jiggle was more pronounced this time. Akihiko's organic right eye blinked quickly. His cybernetic left eye whirred as its aperture narrowed.
Akihiko took his chair from behind his desk and sat in it, to observe Eli's disrobing. Or… more accurately, to watch the slow, unconscious shaking of the sheep's rump. It was rather easy on the eyes.
He was bare, bottomless now, providing a perfectly unrestricted view of his rear.
Akihiko's beak clacked softly, his eyes roving along the curvature of Eli's cheeks, the cleft in the centre of them. From one side to the other, as the sheep swayed in place, left, then right, then left… a nervous tic shining through the programming, perhaps. A lack of posture that would soon be corrected.
But even so… it was a pleasant little show.
When he noticed the drone still standing dutifully next to the sheep, Akihiko jumped in his seat with a hissed in-breath.
"Gh! What're you doing here?"
"Where will I apply the patch, Master?" the drone asked.
"What- oh." …yes, right. Akihiko had nearly forgotten. Yes. Eli needed to be prepared for his task.
"Bring him… bring him a little closer," Akihiko said. "I want to make sure the patch is applied properly."
"Yes, Master."
Eli began to turn.
"Stop…" Aki raised a hand. "Remain facing away from me. Drone, guide him here. But… do so backwards."
There was no reason for the awkward, waddling backwards walk, aside from allowing Akihiko to keep his eyes trained on… the… hrm.
Akihiko had never considered himself a sexual being, and yet… there was something deeply pleasing about its shape, round and plush, as if sculpted by the hand of some master craftsman.
And if it looked this beautifully plump, how might it feel to hold…?
"Wait," Akihiko said, a little hoarsely. "Step away, drone. Let me examine him first. I'll decide where the patch will be applied. Yes."
As soon as Eli's rump was close enough, Akihiko grasped it with his metal-clawed hands. The flesh was soft and warm. It dimpled between his fingers, the fat spilling out over them as if it might absorb his claws into them…
Akihiko squeezed. Eli bleated softly and sweetly. The peacock hummed hoarsely.
He found himself wishing the claws on his left hands had nerves. He could feel the cheeks' pleasing temperature and texture, but there was none of the pleasure that an organic claw might have felt. As opposed to his right hand, which could feel everything, not jujst the texture but the simple endorphin release that came from skin to skin contact…
The texture had this moreish quality… quite pleasant… almost addictive.
Surely he wasn't getting addicted, though. Fixated like a child with a new toy.
That would be ridiculous.
Akihiko's slender beak opened in a little smile, as he thought about how ridiculous that was, as his talons played with the sheep's cheeks.
"Is this to your liking, Master?" Eli asked.
"Hm? Yes, yes, v…very much so…" Akihiko continued to rub. His hands weren't glued to the flesh, he could have pulled them away, but he simply… didn't want to.
"I hope you will continue to enjoy me," Eli said. His voice was still flat, obedient. "For as long as you want."
Akihiko didn't think about the curiousness of that statement.
With each revolving rub, each squeeze, his mind slowed. It quieted down. There was something mindfully meditative about the action, like squeezing a large stressball. As he massaged… he felt as though his own head was being massaged too.
Eli's hips pushed back against Akihiko's claws. Akihiko hummed, a little surprised by the initiative… But he didn't think much of it, his focus drawn back to the milk-white fuzz and the squishy flesh.
Eli's hips shifted slowly to the left, pushing into Akihiko's left hand. He followed it with his dazed eyes, his shoulders slumped and his head tilting towards it. His smiling beak hung a little wider. As the hips slid to the right, he followed, his head tilting. His breaths slowed, subtly matching the sheep's slow, practiced sway.
Just like that…
Without his noticing…
The gentle sway…
And swing…
And squish…
Surely he wasn't getting addicted, though. Fixated like a child with a new toy.
That would be ridiculous.
Akihiko's slender beak opened in a little smile, as he thought about how ridiculous that was, as his talons played with the sheep's cheeks.
"Is this to your liking, Master?" Eli asked.
"Hm? Yes, yes, v…very much so…" Akihiko continued to rub. His hands weren't glued to the flesh, he could have pulled them away, but he simply… didn't want to.
"I hope you will continue to enjoy me," Eli said. His voice was still flat, obedient. "For as long as you want."
Akihiko didn't think about the curiousness of that statement.
With each revolving rub, each squeeze, his mind slowed. It quieted down. There was something mindfully meditative about the action, like squeezing a large stressball. As he massaged… he felt as though his own head was being massaged too.
Eli's hips pushed back against Akihiko's claws. Akihiko hummed, a little surprised by the initiative… But he didn't think much of it, his focus drawn back to the milk-white fuzz and the squishy flesh.
Eli's hips shifted slowly to the left, pushing into Akihiko's left hand. He followed it with his dazed eyes, his shoulders slumped and his head tilting towards it. His smiling beak hung a little wider. As the hips slid to the right, he followed, his head tilting. His breaths slowed, subtly matching the sheep's slow, practiced sway.
Just like that…
Without his noticing…
The gentle sway…
And swing…
And squish…
Had lulled Akihiko into a trance.
The peacock's movements became almost robotic. A little squeeze. A little revolution of the palms. A little sway when the sheep's hips swayed.
He leant forward, closer still… and the swivel chair rolled out from beneath him, making him pitch forward onto his knees.
He barely even noticed, even if the fall to the floor was a slightly harsh one.
The drone stood by impassively. Without any orders, they would not make any steps towards freeing their Master from his trance.
"Sir?" Swyft's voice piped into Akihiko's head. "You appear to be falling under hypnosis. Would you like me to have the drone extract your hands from the sheep?"
"Don't… distract me…" Akihiko mumble. "I'm not…. hypnotised…"
He might have thought Swyft was being an annoyance… were he thinking at all.
"Leave him to it," Swyft ordered the drone. If exasperation could register in the synthesised voice, it would have.
Akihiko and Eli remained like this for quite some time, as still as an art installation. Now and again, Eli moaned quietly or shivered as the claws dug into his flesh. But otherwise, he was blank, a toy to be played with.
Akihiko, on the other hand, was silent, still awe-struck, still massaging.
When the door into his office opened, he barely registered it. It was too far outside of his realm of awareness…
The peacock's movements became almost robotic. A little squeeze. A little revolution of the palms. A little sway when the sheep's hips swayed.
He leant forward, closer still… and the swivel chair rolled out from beneath him, making him pitch forward onto his knees.
He barely even noticed, even if the fall to the floor was a slightly harsh one.
The drone stood by impassively. Without any orders, they would not make any steps towards freeing their Master from his trance.
"Sir?" Swyft's voice piped into Akihiko's head. "You appear to be falling under hypnosis. Would you like me to have the drone extract your hands from the sheep?"
"Don't… distract me…" Akihiko mumble. "I'm not…. hypnotised…"
He might have thought Swyft was being an annoyance… were he thinking at all.
"Leave him to it," Swyft ordered the drone. If exasperation could register in the synthesised voice, it would have.
Akihiko and Eli remained like this for quite some time, as still as an art installation. Now and again, Eli moaned quietly or shivered as the claws dug into his flesh. But otherwise, he was blank, a toy to be played with.
Akihiko, on the other hand, was silent, still awe-struck, still massaging.
When the door into his office opened, he barely registered it. It was too far outside of his realm of awareness…
Two paws rested on his shoulders - one wire-furred and smooth, the other scaly and sharp clawed.
"Hello there, Aki darling." a voice like dark silk met the peacock's ear. Barely any reaction. "Can you even hear me? No matter. I'm merely dropping by to reclaim my dear little lamb. You thought you could steal him from me? As if he's a thing to be stolen? Property? How characteristically presumptuous of you."
"Ung…" Akihiko grunted. A tiny bubble of furious embarrassment reached the surface of his mind, and popped.
"What's more surprising to me is how quickly and easily you fell for Eli's speciality. To be fair, I don't think he's aware of his hypnotic gifts."
Lucian's paws slid to Akihiko's cheeks, kneading the corners of his beak to help it open a little wider. The peafowl's head swayed, his neck relaxed and soft-muscled.
"Well," Lucian continued with a blasé sigh, "you'll know for next time you try to take him. I know you, you won't make the same mistake twice. But… you'll still fail, the way you always do. Don't let that deter you. Your attempts are always entertaining…"
Lucian loomed over Akihiko, studying his blank expression for any flickers of humiliation, any sparks of frustration. He couldn't see any… but he was certain they would be there.
"Swyft, darling?" Lucian asked. "How long do I have before you're obliged to kick us out?"
"In a half hour I will begin the re-formatting process, to clear the programming from my Master's mind. I would suggest leaving before then. He can get into a bit of a prideful mood until I wipe his memory of the whole ordeal."
"Indeed." Lucian smiled. "Well, thank you for the courtesy."
His dragon-claw hand reached up past Akihiko to scratch behind Eli's ear - a familiar, reassuring gesture, one that half-snapped him out of his trance.
"M…Master…?" Eli cooed.
"Hello there, lamb." Lucian said. "You're enjoying the massage, I trust?"
"…Y-yes…"
"Sorry for keeping you as long as I did… You've done so well for me, lamb. As always."
"L-love you…" Eli murmured.
"I know," Lucian replied. "That's one thing this foul fowl could never take away from you. As much as he might have tried…"
There was a little grunt from below. Was Akihiko stirring sooner?
Lucian reached down with his dragon claw hand and laid it on Akihiko's head. There was brief crackle, a pulse of dark purple magic, and the bird squawked… before getting right back to work worshipping Eli. The sheep's tail wagged, and his head rolled back, leaving plenty of space for Lucian to nuzzle into his neck.
The three bodies stayed interlocked, entwined…
And Lucian, the only lucid one among them, idly wondered if he ought to let Eli get captured again. Just for another tryst like this. He could see this being an excellent way to let off some steam.
