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Was Lydia OK? No! She was not OK. Any normal person could see that. Her body was covered in goblin jizz and her assets were completely exposed. Were it any other person, that would be the answer the knight would get. A big angry no. But Lydia didn't get angry, quite the contrary. She was so mesmerized by the lady knight in front of her that she simply nodded her head slowly and kept admiring her.

The two remaining goblins were quite pissed however. Two of their friends dead and their fun with the elf princess was interrupted right at the best part. Not realizing how stupid they were being for not running away, both goblins attacked the lady knight with their makeshift clubs.

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The question wasn't an insincere one, but she had to make sure whether or not she needed to tend to any immediate injuries or not. As her blade came down against one of the goblins and nearly shattered its spear, her greaved foot slammed into it as she took a half step forward and kicked it, vaulting it through the air briefly before it crumpled down onto the ground, unmoving. Finally, the last goblin seemed to realize it was truly alone and their leader dead---and as was the case with their ilk, discretion turned to cowardice as it dropped its flimsy weapon, soon retreating into the wilds with its morale thoroughly broken.

It took a moment, but the stranger was soon aside the princess, waiting to see if the coast was clear before she began to kneel down and tend to any injuries or wounds she came across on the redhead.

[User] The princess watched as her savior finished of the last goblins. When they were finally alone, the knight knelt down besides her and checked if she was wounded. "T-thank you." Lydia managed to say. Now that things calmed down, she actually realized how close she got to being defiled. "Those... things. They were gonna rape me... I couldn't do anything... you saved me." As she spoke, a few tears started forming in the corner of her eyes as she thanked the lady who saved her.

[Assistant] "They aren't gonna hurt you again." The woman spoke, shaking her head. Knowing she could do very little about the woman's state of dress, she gave a pause as she clicked her tongue, soon offering the woman an arm up. Between her scant steel armor and dark skin on display---it was clear she was no knight, even if her kingdom held lady warriors... which by all accounts, it did not. "Let's get you to a stream so you can wash off, and then I can escort you to the nearest town. My name is Caela." She spoke after a moment, her tone a little subdued and mellow.

[User] "Thank you." Lydia slowly started relaxing as the female warrior helped her up. Her body was disgusting and her clothes completely destroyed. She gladly followed the Caela towards the closest stream. "I'm princess Lydia. Of the elven kingdom of Farial" she told her, it was only polite reply to her introduction

[Assistant] Caela's steps were confident but she was not fast enough to outpace Lydia---rather, she wanted to make sure the woman felt protected and secure. A few minutes later the sound of a rushing stream could be heard, and the two arrived at a clearing. Brushing her hand through her white hair, the woman then turned to Lydia. "You can wash up here, I'm sorry about not arriving... earlier, I suppose is the easiest way to put it." She spoke, a finger against her chin. "If I had known there was anyone else in the woods before, I would have come a lot sooner..."

[User] Lydia started removing what was left of her clothes as soon as they arrived at the stream. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the woman. Caela had a look and posture so... powerful. The princess was fascinated by her and was quickly forgetting of what just happened to her. "Well, I suppose it was better than you not have arriving at all." She replied while entering the water

[Assistant] Even when relaxing with her sword sheathed, Caela crossed her arms, her stance a confident one as she held her back against a rock. "I'm Caela." She spoke after a moment, turning briefly to look in her partner's direction. "I'm a mercenary, a local town hired me to take care of the goblin threat when they started to hear rumors about them. Seems like they had no idea the princess was around." For a moment, Caela pondered just the kind of reward she'd get for aiding a princess... but first things first! "Ah, but I shouldn't impose. I'm just glad you're safe." She'd seen what goblins do to their prisoners---she had arrived just before things got truly dark for the noblewoman.

[User] "A mercenary." Lydia repeated with a soft voice. That made sense. She has never heard of any kingdom who would knight a woman. Buy still, where did she learn to fight? How did she train? There were so many questions in the princesses head. But right now she had to focus in getting clean. She washed her entire body as best as she could until there wasn't even a single trace of the goblins cum on her.

[Assistant] The water was cool and could have been refreshing under better circumstances---but for now, it did its job in washing her clean. As Caela uncrossed her arms and looked back to Lydia, she gave a nod. "I suggest we head back before those goblins get... brave again. I killed a few but I'm sure there's more." She would normally deal with them all at once, but now that she had a charge, it was a bad idea to press on. "We can get back to the town by evening, if that's okay with you, Princess."

[User] Lydia nodded as she came out from the stream, her body now clean. "Yes, of course. Thank you so much Caela. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't find me." The soft breeze brushed against her wet skin and she shivered a bit. "But... what about my clothes?"

[Assistant] "Your clothes..." Caela said with a click of her tongue, and being rather honest as she shook her head. "Aren't something I can readily replace... I have a shirt but it might be a bit... small on you." At least, with her chest. Kneeling down as she slung a backpack off her shoulders, it wasn't long before she pulled out a white, cotton shirt that had been neatly folded. "My spare set, just in case something happened. There are worse fates than offering it to a princess though!" Cracking a smile, she left it close to the redhead.

[User] Lydia didn't mind. Quite contrary, she was glad to have anything at all to dress instead of being naked and cold. She quickly accepted the white shirt and put it on after the water had mostly dried from her body thanks to the sun. "Thank you very much Caela. I owe you my life." Not to mention her virginity and pride.

[Assistant] The shirt reached down to her hips, though it covered little else besides that and true to Caela's words, it was a little tight in the chest. "Hey, don't mention it. If anything you owe me some new clothing really." The white haired woman spoke with a hint of humor in her words. "Let's get back to the village. I'm sure we can get you some proper clothes there and decide on how to get you back to your home."

[User] "Of course. Let's." The princess agreed with Caela and followed behind her as they walked back towards the nearest village. Soon enough, the sun started going down and they reached the town just before sunset. It wasn't a very big village but also not tiny. Just a decent size. Some people were walking around, going about their day and Lydia hid behind Caela. "I don't want people seeing me like this." She admitted to the mercenary.

[Assistant] This did present a problem, especially if she was a princess. "Hrm." Caela thought for a moment. "If I had something to cover you with, I would have done so by now but..." As she trailed off, she sighed. "Give me a moment? I can go in and buy you some spare clothing, I can't guarantee they'll be a good fit but if you can stay hidden for a few minutes I doubt anyone will see you." It wasn't the best solution she'd admit,but it seemed to be the only solution they had right now.

[User] Lydia nodded, not really having any other choice in her current state. "OK, I'll wait here. Please don't be long. Anything that can cover me will be good." She pleaded to the mercenary. Cautiously she moved away from her and hid behind a tree, keeping only a little bit of her head poking out so she could see when the mercenary would be coming back.

[Assistant] It was around fifteen or so minutes or relative silence---the village beginning to wind down just a little it seemed as fewer people were on the street. As the sun continued to set, Caela could be seen approaching with a bundle, briefly looking around before spotting the princesses head poking out and giving her a wave. "Here, not sure how well these will fit but they were the best the tailor had at this hour." She spoke, offering the princess the clothing. "Now, we should probably head to the tavern if nothing else, it will be getting too dark to travel soon."

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It took only a few minutes for Caela to come back but to Lydia it seemed like an eternity, standing behind the tree semi-naked with no protection. Thankfully the mercenary soon appeared again carrying a bundle of clothes.

"Thank you. Just being dressed is all I care right now." She quickly took the clothes from Caela and started getting changed. Not really caring if the woman behind her was looking or not. Thankfully she remembered to get her some new panties as well. As she dressed herself, Caela had the perfect and private view of the princess' body.

[Assistant] Caela was rather thorough in making sure the princess would be able to feel clothed, and while she did take a peek, she didn't let her gaze longer for long. But once she was dressed, Caela cleared her throat. "Well, it would be a wise idea to probably get some food and look into some lodgings then. We're some distance away from your castle, right? I doubt we'd make it there before night fell."

[User] Lydia finished dressing and turned to the mercenary as she spoke. She nodded softly, agreeing. "Yes, that would be best. I don't want to risk traveling during the night. Not after what happened earlier." The princess looked down, holding her arms together trying not to shake as she remembered what happened. "Please, I'd be very grateful if we could spend the night together somewhere safe." She looked at Caela with pleading eyes.

[Assistant] Caela looked back at those pleading eyes and soon the darker skinned girl was taking the lead, moving from the outskirts of the town towards the inn she had spotted while doing some shopping. As the two entered the warrior woman held the door open for the princess, letting it close when they were inside. While the patrons inside gave a brief moment to look at the newcomers, they didn't seem too perturbed by them. "I'll wrangle us a room and a meal for tonight, shouldn't take me too long."

[User] Lydia gladly followed Caela towards the town's inn, thankfully not attracting unwanted attention. The mercenary politely held the door open for the princess. Smiling, she entered the inn and stood close to her. Caela told her she would get them food and a room, which she nodded gratefully. "Yes, thank you Caela. I'll wait over here for you." She smiled and stood close to the door, avoiding calling attention to her or being close to anyone.

[Assistant] None seemed to recognize the princess, so Caela felt that was a decent enough sign that they wouldn't be harassed. As the dark skinned mercenary briefly did a bit of bartering, she was soon handed a key, pocketing it afterwards before returning back to Lydia. "Well, we can eat down here or eat in our room. They only had one room left and I figured it best we share it for now."

[User] Lydia stood still next to the door, keeping her eyes on Caela as to not lose her. Thankfully it didn't take long for her to come back. "Yes. I don't mind. We can eat in the room. I'd feel safer alone with you." She admitted, slightly blushing after hearing her words.

[Assistant] It didn't take them long to get to their room, one a step above the usual inn room---likely meant for merchants or someone a bit more higher class. Unlocking the door and nudging it open, the darker skinned woman soon sat down, humming out quietly. "Safe with me, eh? Well, you're in good hands, princess." As she ran a hand through her white hair, she couldn't help but feel confident. Even then, she tried not to feel too haughty.

[User] Trying to hide her blush, Lydia followed Caela into their room, sighing in relief after the door was closed. "I'm very glad to hear that. I still don't know what would have been of me if you hadn't appeared." The princess shivered slightly, still remembering those filthy creatures using her body for their own pleasure. If she wasn't so weak she could have done something.

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"It's hard to say what may have happened." Caela had an idea of what would though, and she felt it was the same thing the Princess was fearing would happen. "Regardless, we're safe here, and have warm beds and a hot meal to relax with." Once the door was closed however, it wasn't long before the dusky skinned woman began to take off her armor, or what she called armor in any case. Evidently she wore nothing beneath the breastplate she had on, with Caela not even bothering to raise an arm against them for modesty.

"Feels good to be out of this at least, I'll say that much." She spoke, resting it on a nearby dresser, her blade and small crossbow soon taken from her belt and resting near it as well. "So, what's it like being a princess? I admit I've never had the chance to talk to one before, now that I can though..." As she turned around, she held one hand on her hip, her body veritably on display with the only pieces of clothing he had on being a pair of gauntlets, greaves for her legs, and panties that hugged closely against her figure, leaving the toned woman nearly fully on display.

[User] Lydia blushed as she saw the female warrior undress without a care. The princess has seen other women naked, but seeing Caela naked for some reason felt different. She admired the woman, and seeing her naked form messed with her body someway she couldn't understand. "Nothing really special in being a princess. I study most of the time. Watch my parents rule the kingdom, give out new laws. It... actually gets a bit boring after a while. Being here with you, although it was scary before, this is still the most thrilling thing I've done in my life"

[Assistant] _Thrilling?_ "Have to admit." Giving the princess a crooked smile, her tone was more playful than biting. "Of all the phrases I expected a princess to say about a situation like this, Thrilling wouldn't have been one of them." Caela spoke, moving to take off her gauntlets. She was a tall and toned woman---clearly soft in certain areas, but no slouch when it came to keeping her body with a warrior's physique. "Can't imagine living a noble life is that exciting. But if you find this exciting... maybe I can show you a bit of swordplay while we head back to your home. Free of charge, of course!" She was a mercenary, but she knew the importance of a good connection!

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"Really?" Lydia replied surprised by the woman's offer. "You'd teach me how to wield a blade?" She asked. Back at her kingdom she never even touched a sword, or shield, or crossbow, or any type of weapon actually. But she always liked watching the knights training. "I don't know... I've never touched a sword before. Would you still be able to teach me?"

The princess was still blushing as she asked, doing her best to focus her attention on the woman's face instead of her naked body. She couldn't help but compare her own to hers. Lydia's breasts were bigger, sure. But the woman was more in shape, her breasts seemed firm and she also seemed completely comfortable in being like that.

[Assistant] "I started out not knowing how to swing a sword." The mercenary spoke, shaking her head. "So everyone learns from the same footing." She said with a more encouraging voice. "I'm sure even a lady like yourself can learn how to fight if you have a good teacher." With an obvious hint to her own skills, she was preening herself just a little. Whether she knew she was being stared at, or whether she cared at all was hard to say. But soon enough she rose, giving out a small yawn. "Mm, I've been traveling most of today though. I think it best we get some sleep, what say you? Can't train if you're exhausted, after all."

[User] "Well... in that case I would love if you could teach me." Lydia replied with a shy smile and a soft blush. Never had she imagined she would be able to learn how to wield a sword and now she was excited to. "Yes. Some rest would be good. But didn't you order us food before?" she asked, noticing her stomach growling a bit.

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"Haha, that's right. I suppose that's one issue I have. Sometimes I can be forgetful. I can head back downstairs in a moment and grab it." She knew well enough she couldn't go down the way she was right now, so the best way to dress for modesty in her opinion was to grab a cloak from her backpack, putting it on with a light flourish. It really did little to help hide her modesty if she moved quickly, but it did at least offer a modicum of protection from staring eyes. "Be right back!"

And she came back a few minutes later, both hands filled with plates of food, and a few of her fingers on her right hand carrying a jug of water. "They told me cups were already in the room, or maybe that's what they told me so they could get back to work. Either way, food's on." She said, setting the plates down. It looked like roast beef, with an enticing scent to match.

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Lydia was amazed in seeing how carefree Caela was. The woman simply covered herself with a cloak and headed back downstairs, not caring about the risk of anyone realizing she had nothing underneath it. The princess blushed just thinking about doing that herself. Minutes later the woman came back and as soon as the door was open, Lydia could smell the delicious food she was bringing and her stomach growled again.

"Sorry..." she said, embarrassed from hearing her stomach that loud. "I guess I'm quite hungry. I didn't eat much before I left the castle." Despite being a bit embarrassed still, she quickly grabbed a plate and served herself some of the roast beef Caela brought them.

[Assistant] "Haha, don't worry. I mean, I know you're a princess and all, but hey---you don't have to keep noble affairs around me." She was well, use to a more average life. Once she dug in to her food, Caela ate politely since she did know proper manners, but she seemed quite eager to fill her stomach at the same time too---rations only got someone so far in comparison to a well cooked meal. "It's nice to be eating with a guest for a change. So often I'm traveling alone." Once she was finished she used a napkin to clean herself up, and shucked off her cloak once more. Apparently, she had no issues with nudity or being ogled.

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Caela's words reminded Lydia she wasn't in the castle right now, nor was she around other noblemen. So she tried relaxing and forgetting a bit of her manners. Once she served her food in her plate, she wasted no time and took a big bite of her meat, almost letting out a soft moan as she tasted it. She knew she was hungry but she hadn't realized just how much she was.

Caela seemed to also be enjoying her food, the princess observed the woman eating alongside her and blushed a bit again when she took off her cape, revealing her naked body once more. She looked away and kept eating, but couldn't avoid looking back at her from the corner of her eye. After a few minutes, the food was gone and both of them were finally satisfied.

[Assistant] Once the meal was finished and Caela had herself cleaned up proper, she looked to the bed, and then back to the princess. "Well, I suggest we get some good rest if you want to get up early and do some swordplay training." Flashing a small smile,it wasn't long before she moved to sit on the bed, testing how soft it was before laying down, her head hitting the pillow with a soft *pomf* sound. "When you're ready there should be plenty of space. Normally I'd uh, I suppose I'd offer you the bed itself but it's been a good few days and I would much prefer the bed over the floor." She wasn't particularly sheepish about it, and preferred to be honest.

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Finishing her food, she watched the woman test out the bed and then lay down on it. She seemed to be happy with it and sighed happily. She invited her to lay in the bed with her, which made Lydia blush even more. Although, it was better than laying on the floor, and there definitely was space for both of them.

Slowly she approached the bed from the other side and laid down as well. Still embarrassed and blushing, she laid on her back as to avoid her seeing her red cheeks. Only issue was that from this position, her rump was a bit dangerously close to her. But it should be fine right? Caela was also a woman like her.

[Assistant] With the princess moving to lay down close to Caela, it seemed the woman was a bit of a restless sleeper, tossing and turning in her sleep occasionally and brushing up against the princess. Still, her body was warm and soft where it counted, with the hint of a more firm stomach from where her body was just firm enough to be pleasing as well. Night passed and soon enough the morning sun was beginning its voyage through the sky. Caela found herself waking up early, a hand running through her silvery hair as she yawned, turning to see if the princess was still sleeping.

[User] Lydia thankfully didn't take long to fall asleep, being exausted by the events earlier that day. Even with Caela moving next to her, she slept through the whole night, not waking up once. Her body did brush against Caela though, and if she was awake she would have felt her luscious breasts pressed against her arm, or her rump rubbing against her waist. When the woman woke up, Lydia was still fast asleep. Used to waking up early but not as early as Caela did.

[Assistant] "Hrm." The princess must have been a heavy sleeper. That, and Caela was sure the woman was likely fatigued after the events of yesterday. Beginning to don her armor once more, she soon went from topless to slightly less topless once again, her hand resting against her hip as she looked at herself in the mirror, evidently checking for... something. But assuming the princess didn't wake for another hour or so, she'd soon nudge the woman awake. "Hey! Best to wake up, princess. Lest we get charged for an extra day here, I'm afraid I need to budget my coin purse a little." It was soon followed by a light laugh.


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For even a mere bunny, Sam managed to keep to himself and keep his grades either above a C or at least try his hardest to aim for an A. The only thing he did struggle with at times was his gym class, as he wasn't the most athletic of the kinds there. Despite having a bullying issue with some of the males, he managed to shrug it off, though when it came to a certain popular female in the school... it wasn't as easy. She was pretty hard to push off, being more physically powerful and her words did cut deep even as he tried to ignore them. He did feel he had to do something and while he did struggle to at least gain a physique, it would take more training before he felt he'd be able to take her own. Currently, it had only been a month, but he managed to at least hold his aggression back and managed to endure her scathing words, but he could feel a more aggressive vibe building in his mind.

It was a thirst for vengeance, to turn the tables on the girl, to find some way or form to make her feel his pain. Might have been his own frail mind wanting to get revenge for his weakness, but perhaps it was something that was currently itching his mind when he felt so much embarrassment for the current semester he dealt with time and time again. Still, he had to hold back and he had to wait for his moment to strike. Right now, he was busy at his locker, looking over the books he would need for his coming class, which he figured was a science one.

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Being at the top of the high school food chain was great, though that didn't mean that Deb was ever satisfied. She wasn't like most of the other girls, where their nastiness stemmed from just their social manipulations. In addition to that, Deb also involved herself with the physical side of bullying, the typical male dominated part. Scathing words were usually accompanied by hard shoving, slapping, punching, anything really, violence was part of her arsenal, and the girl could pack quite a bit.

Physically imposing, she was larger, stronger, and more intimidating than even most of the boys in the school, and when she wanted something, there was always a fifty-fifty chance that it would be her maw or her fist that would be demanding it. And if refused, it would only get worse.

Why had she started focusing on that bunny boy, practically more than anyone else? A couple simple reasons. First off, he was pathetic. Simple enough, that's how bullying tended to find its targets. But a less obvious, more petty reason was that he dared to try and speak to her that one time on the lunch line, when she cut in front of him with no remorse, and his attempts to try to speak, even if it wasn't to her, only led to her turning around and starting a month-long tirade that seemed to have no end in sight. But there was another reason, one which even she couldn't place her finger on. At least, not yet.

The doberman girl was walking along when she noticed her usual lapine target at his locker, gathering his books, and as per usual, seeing him instantly triggered her. Walking by casually, she suddenly shoved him into his locker and slammed it shut behind him. "Fucking loser," she said with a chuckle before continuing on down the hall, leaving the poor boy to figure out how to get out himself.

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The suddenness of being shoved into a locker and trapped did have Sam rather peeved as he was not only shoved into the locker and almost squeezed hard into it but he was now trapped in the almost tight space. Still, even as annoyed as he was, he did manage to slip around, reaching into his pocket to get the tool he knew could pick the locker from his side and opening the lock from his side, managing to get the locker door open and out, taking a deep breath as he went out, grabbed what he needed and headed to his class. He hardly knew her reasoning for being such a punk, but at this point, he hardly was ready to take her on.

The idea that she had been pushing his sanity did have him bordering on a very deep vengeance type of mentality, an obsession of wanting to make her pay, to bring her down. Even as he managed to barely pay attention in class, the recent events did have him struggling to even focus on what was really important at this point. Perhaps he was growing tired of the whole issue of being a punch line for that bitch of a canine. Still, he managed to push it down, as the day was about to end and he decided to make his way home, walking out of the school and onto the sidewalk that would lead into a more business area that eventually reached the residential area of the urban like town.

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Despite appearances, Deb was feeling down lately. More and more, she was growing tired of people avoiding her like the plague. Not that she would admit it at all but... sometimes she did feel lonely. It felt like the few girls who hung out with her only did so because she was big and strong. While she thought it might've been because she could protect them, she started to feel like they just wanted her as a guard dog to get revenge on others. Bit by bit, their suggestions were making her angry.

The other problem was the lack of a father figure in her life. She had lived alone with him in a rather dumpy house on the outskirts of the town, bordering the thick tangle of forests that acted almost as a wall to anyone wanting to get in or out. No one knew where she lived, but if they did find out, she would inevitably have to be on the defensive. Why did people think she was so tough? Living with her father and helping him in his workshop... it built up her strength and stamina. And now that he had left to pursue a business opportunity that could potentially get them out of the gutter, she was left alone in that semi-secluded home.

Stuck in her own head, Deb was making her way home, without realizing that the bunny boy she had been tormenting for awhile was just a block behind her, and he would likely recognize the looming figure of his bully up ahead.

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Even with the day ending and his relief coming from being outside of school, he did wonder if he was safe. Sam was curious if he should take a bit more time to work out and at least get some experience with fighting or at least have some way to counter the canine female who had been pushing him. Even as he was pondering did he notice the female canine in the vicinity of the area, already ahead of him by a block, and he knew it had to be her. Almost with a fleeing reaction did he hide, panting a bit as he took cover within an alleyway to keep himself from being spotted by her. He did slowly poke his head out, wondering if she had noticed him or not.

He noticed she hadn't, but seemed to be making her way off, heading into a different direction than the main block he normally lived on. With the way he had been thinking, he decided to follow her home, to at least track her to her house and see if he could get any sort of dirt or something that he could use against her. He felt that physically he might not be able to stand against her, but if he had some form of a secret to hold over her, she might be less troubling in his life at school.

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There was nothing to fear, so why would the canine girl be concerned? If someone so much as tried anything, they would quickly receive a punch to the gut, typically powerful enough to knock them on their ass. And if that wasn't enough, she could easily kick the daylights out of them. As a result, Deb tended to head home without bothering to be aware of her surroundings, the powerful doberman able to go about her business freely and without worry. Course, she wouldn't even have taken that little rabbit boy seriously even if she spotted him... what was he going to do?

Eventually, the houses around them faded, growing more and more decrepit and poor, until finally the last one at the end of a dusty lot came into view, bordering the town's treeline. The junky home was a split level, weathered and lowly maintained, and relatively isolated as the next closest houses were all boarded up. A space that looked to have held a pick up truck due to the deep tire treads was empty, and there was no sign of anyone else in the house.

As she pulled the screen door open, it immediately fell off its hinges, and the house lacked a proper front door. "Ah fuck, not again..." she groaned, rolling her eyes as she smashed it back into place.

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Sam managed to follow her at a distance that kept him safe from being seen and hid if she did look back, which didn't seem to occur that much. He soon noticed her home, the rundown home that seemed to sit isolated in a spot with more abandoned to condemned homes that seemed more like squatters-type houses if not far worse. He noticed the junky-filled yard and a lack of a vehicle in did indicate that she might have been alone.

He did give a jump when the slamming door fell from the hinges and onto the ground, as he almost felt a laugh oncoming from her reaction and attempt to smash it back into place. He waited until she entered to move in closer, hiding behind what junk or scrap areas could be surrounding the place, peeking out to at least get a feel for windows and attempting to at least see if he could figure out where she was so he could at least get a glimpse inside and perhaps find something worthwhile to use against her, even blackmail her. It was a risk, but at this point, he decided to take it. Having managed to keep quiet, he still snuck around, hoping to at least get a window view of her as he scaled around the house.

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Several parts of the outside shingles looked rusted to the point of touching them would instantly give tetanus. Despite that, none of the windows appeared to be covered and were relatively easy to see into, at least in the places were the sun was able to penetrate, without getting right up against them. With the woods covering the majority of the house and the way it was facing, the house would be illuminated in the morning, but not as much in the afternoon.

The house wasn't particularly big, only having a few rooms, with the largest being the central living room that also had a tiny kitchen in it. A beat-up, well used couch sat in the middle of it, parallel to the front door, and a janky TV sat against the way directly opposite that. The floors were all carpet, and looking to be scratched and beat up, ripped in many places to reveal an abused dark wood floor underneath. One room appeared to be the master bedroom, a rickety old bed just big enough for two people sitting in the middle, crowded by decrepit random pieces of furniture that looked as if they had been taken out of different peoples' garbage, though the bed itself had one side much deeper than the other, as if whoever slept there had been sleeping alone for awhile.

A bathroom sat at the end of a short hallway that also had a smaller room connected to it, both of these rooms being on the opposite side along the treeline, and only giving him a couple feet to squeeze in. In the bedroom looked just big enough to fit a small bed that wouldn't even hold the entirety of Deb, and was more akin to something he would find more comfortable to sleep on, with a single dresser looking to be somewhat overflowing with bunched up, unruly clothing. Though the bunny could notice how a freshly tossed school girl's uniform was strewn on the bed, as if Deb had just been in this room and stripped herself of her outer layers. And then, he could hear the sink running in the bathroom, its window just a couple feet over...

[User] The bunny managed to get in, oddly through one of the windows of the house that he easily slipped into as he gently made his way slowly through the house and looked around, carefully stepping around the floors and avoiding any areas where he could bump into anything and cause a loud noise from falling objects. Sam soon managed to enter the hallway leading to the bathroom, as he could hear the sound of a sink running and a small room with a freshly tossed school uniform on the bed. He gulps, but his lips curled into a devious smile, knowing that she was inside the bathroom, possibly in the buff. He would have checked the door, but that might be more trouble. He easily went out the window and made his way towards the bathroom window, carefully and slowly attempting to peek in and see if the bitch bully of his was dressed or in the nude.

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The door to the bathroom was open, given how Deb wasn't expecting any company, or anyone to be around for that matter. But then... he would have been within easy reaching distance, not to mention the shoddy mirror which reflected back unto the hallway from the way it poorly fit on the wall.

Yet as the bunny peered in through the window instead, he could see the shower right in front of the window pane, literally nothing preventing anyone from peeking inside, other than the treeline just behind him. The shower itself was open, having no doors or curtains, though there had been a door there at one point given the beat up frame. So, he could could see the outline of Deb, the hulking female canine and her dark brown fur. The thick curvature of her tall body, and with her washing her face in that moment, her large, taut rear stuck out.

A black thong that was at least a whole size too small for her decorated what little of her lower body wasn't exposed, and even then, with her leaning over the sink, he could see the impressive pussy mound she had between her furry thighs, the way the ill fitting garment couldn't even manage to cover all of her puffy pussy lips as part of one of her tender, lighter furred outer lips poked out visibly from beneath. No wonder she was always pissed, that looked uncomfortable!

And while she was still wearing a bra, it looked beat up and abused, as if it was an old garment that had been forcibly stretched to fit around a girl who had grown rapidly without buying anything new, though its off-color white showed that it certainly didn't match up with the lower garment.

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Sam peeked into and looked around the inside of the shoddy-looking bathroom, from the shower area had no door or curtains to keep the water from going out, the door had broken from a beaten-up frame, along with a mirror that was pretty beaten up. Managing to look inside did he notice the ill-fitting garment didn't even fit her waist, along with looking tight enough that it literally could snap at some given point.

It seemed also the bra didn't match the black panties, but to him, the bottom part looked like the real culprit for her very pissy attitude. He still remained glued to her body, his eyes currently locked to her waist and looking her puffy pussy lips over as his jaw gapped. He already had felt his member growing hard at the view, but at this point, he hardly felt much fear than arousal.

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Unaware of any intruding eyes, Deb sighed with relief as she wiped her face and muzzle. "Ugh, what a long day. So fucking annoying having to deal with losers non-stop," she said to herself out loud. Course, it was always possible she had somehow spotted him but given how she didn't turn to look at him, that part wasn't particularly clear. When she wasn't standing over the bunny menacingly, the doberman was actually quite sexy... a powerful amazon of a girl whose natural poses oozed of sexual vibrations.

Finally, she stepped back from the mirror and flexed for a moment, showing off her impressive muscles and chiseled yet feminine abs. Yet there was a bit of oddity in her expression, as if there was a sort of self deprecation to it. While he couldn't read her mind, it almost looked sour, as if she wasn't impressed with herself, or maybe there was something about the image that looked back at her that she didn't like. Either way, Deb shrugged and unfastened her bra, the garment easily falling away to allow her huge light furred mammaries to pop out and jiggle in the reflection, her dark fleshed nipples twinging a bit at the cooler air.

"Fuck I need a shower so bad," she said out loud just before she would start to turn.

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Despite Sam managing to stay where he was, his eyes remained still glued upon her even as she seemed to move into quite powerful poses that were sexy if not arousing to anyone who was interested in more powerful-looking females. His eyes did look her over, the impressive muscles and chiseled yet feminine abs. He did look at her almost sour expression, but he did wonder what it was that went through her mind before she unfastened her bra and allowed it to fall to reveal the dark flesh nipples she had.

He remained still, not managing to comprehend the shower part as she turned, but he still was present in the window as she turned, gulping as he wondered what would happen if she caught him.

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Deb walked right into the shower, her gaze just off center as she was already reaching for the handle to turn on the water. Perhaps Sam standing motionless led to her overlooking the figure, though the window was somewhat lower than her gaze. In fact, the way she stood so close, he couldn't even see her face anymore, nor most of her body. The only thing the rather small window offered was the perfect framing of her large breasts, sitting barely a couple inches away from the glass. He could see those dark nipples up close, each and every detail of her furry boobs, the way they slightly shifted with her motions, or how one deformed itself slightly as she moved her arm up. He could also see by the way her nipples poked out that they were slightly on end.

Then, when the shower sprang to life, it puttered harshly, spraying the doberman with cold water that made her fur go on end. "GGRRRRR!!!" she growled out loudly, gasping and taking in a deep breath as if she were training herself under the cold water. But he could see the visible effects of her nipples already stiffening and prodding out harder, her body tensing under the gushing spurts of cold water as it would take some time to heat up.

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Sam was a bit shocked as she moved into his gaze, even as the small window offered a perfect view of her breasts and how close up they were, from the dark nipples that almost seemed perky to the furry breasts shifts, especially when her arm moved up. He already could feel his own member now throbbing from the sight of her beautiful taunt and ever chiseled body, wondering if he had been seen or dare he ask himself if he was invisible. The latter thought he knew wouldn't be possible, at least he'd have to be very delusional to believe such a thing.

At the growling sound did he suddenly jolt up, but noticed she was currently in the shower and her body was certainly starting to react to the water, as he noticed it wasn't anything warm or steaming hot. He quickly decided to at least make a move, a bold and preferably stupid one, as he made his way inside the house once more, going inside the same way he came out and creeping into the bathroom, as he soon entered the room, hoping he could at least surprise her, but ended up slipping on one of her articles of clothing and falling front first to the ground.

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It would take some time for the water to warm up and Deb just took it, growling lowly and resisting it, as if it were some sort of training regimen. She couldn't have imagined someone, least of all the bunny boy, would have been so bold as to spy on her. So as he moved into the bathroom from the inside, he could see her bending over, reaching for the shampoo. The doberman's thick cheeks peeled themselves open enough for him to gaze upon the dog girl's dark fleshed pussy, in all its lustful glory. Tight, toned pussy lips stared back at him, glistening with the smoothness of the water. He could even just barely make out a bit of the puckering just above it, though her fat ass cheeks squeezed together enough to make it just a teasing sight.

Perhaps it was that very thing that distracted Sam enough to slip on her clothing, and with the *thud* from him doing so, the dog girl immediately was on edge, spinning around and growling loudly. "WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!?" To have someone trying to intrude on her, during a shower no less, meant she was ready to tear them apart. But, Deb was actually surprised as she had to lower her gaze and see her usual target, the victim who she had thought was just a dweebish loser.

"The fuck you doing here?" she asked pointedly as she emerged from the shower, her wet fur dripping nonchalantly as she paced her way loudly toward him. She was on him so quick that even if he tried to run away, she could easily reach out and grab him.

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Having been distracted by the dead sexy body in all its nudity or the floor had a spot where it was jutting up, he already had fallen to the floor and given away his own location. He literally got up and frantically was in a sitting position when she had her gaze on him, though he did look at her in a mix of fear and worry. Though when she posed the question of what he was doing here did some form of boldness sneak into his mind, one that allowed him to give a firm cough and relax, even if slightly, to give a statement without any stuttering or delay.

"Looking for DIRT to use AGAINST YOU!!" Sam firmly answered even as she paced to him in a firm way he only back away slightly, still on the ground and hardly in a position to escape. He was easily grabbed by her, be it by the throat or even by an arm. He hardly could escape, but as he looked at her the same feelings of wanting to get even seemed to still take hold of him, but even as much as he did want revenge or something cruel, he did feel something more. Sympathy for her plight or perhaps a lust for her.

Almost in a split second did he lean in, pressing her lips to her own and giving her a quick, but firm peck upon her lips.

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As Deb reached down, she snatched the bunny boy up by the ears, tugging him to the point of hovering in the middle of the air. Course, her soaking wet fur in all its natural glory showed itself off, her large breasts round and supple right in front of him, the scent of wetness but natural musk hitting him like crazy. The doberman bared her teeth at the boy as he admitted what he was doing. "Yeah? You think so, huh? Too bad all you're going to find is my fist up your..."

Deb wasn't expecting him to suddenly lean in, their faces already pretty close together. Feeling his lips upon hers caused the canine to gasp in to his mouth, the peck having caught her off guard. Almost as a defensive reaction, she threw him away, straight through the door and right into a nearby couch. "W-what the fuck!?" she cried out, a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

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The sheer strength of him being thrown in a way that had him flying out to the door and into a nearby couch was a strength that had him flying about two or three yardsticks in a distance. The worn-out couch managed to cushion his landing and nearly had him pushing it back and over as he fell to the ground. He panted deeply and tried to calm his body down from the sheer rush of the moment of both fear and rush of adrenaline. He was wondering if she would charge at him and actually act on the recent peck she just gave.

Sam hardly managed to even catch and even comprehend her comment to his kiss or merely lip peck press he gave. Calming down and slowly standing up, slightly peeking up from where he was and wondering if the female would charge at him with much rage, but at this point, he decided to face her. Quickly he took off his shirt and also removed his pants to now be in his boxers along with his shoes and socks. In his pants did he have a bulge, but at this point he waited to see what the Doberman female was up to since his peck, wondering if she was going to try and kill him or perhaps was stunned by his action.

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It took Deb a long moment of standing there to process what had just happened. She was always so intimidating, so ferocious, no guy would ever desire her. Even if they did, she was always too strong for them. She'd beaten up dudes ten times the bunny's size and yet... this little perv had followed her to her home in a secluded area, peeped in on her, and when confronted, even dared to kiss her! The large doberman girl finally started to walk forward, growling lowly and looking menacing but not going after him in a violent manner. By the time she reached him, another wide eyed stare saw him as he had stripped down, and while not completely, she could see what he was packing.

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked, a bit more calmer. At the same time though, her chest started to rise and fall with greater rhythm, and her nostrils flared widely as she caught the more obvious smell of his musk. "You better have a good excuse for perving on me, you little shit..." With that, she started to approach him, the wheels turning in her mind.

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Sam noticed how she asked what he wanted in a bit calmer considering the circumstances and all. "As I said before, looking for something that I can use to hold against you. A blackmail type of intel that I could hold over your head and get you to lay off me. Something that despite your physical prowess and intimidating figure could still provide a figurative flaw that if anyone found out would ruin you." He answered firmly, hardly with any hesitation or show of fear in his voice as he spoke with just his real intentions, though his eyes did seem to focus on her chest that rose and fell with a rhythm as her nostrils flared widely.

"As for my excuse on ''perving'' on you, desperate measure for the first. Though at this point, you have the advantage..." He admitted, but at this point, he hardly was planning to retreat, even if it meant he'd end up beaten to an emergency room visit or even ended up arrested for his current trespassing.

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The fact that Sam said it all with such conviction and admitted to it once more without any sort of hesitation made Deb raise her eyebrows. "Hah... I guess you found exactly what you were looking for then..." No one at school knew she was poor, let alone lived in an out of the way piece of junk like this one. Looking around, there wasn't anything that looked remotely valuable, and it all more so resembled ''trailer trash''. Perhaps the least offensive part of her belongings was her school uniform, which looked out of place among the musty, broken down, and outdated decor.

"So you're just gonna tell everyone I'm a poor loser now, is that it? Unless I stop bullying you?" Saying it out loud, Deb had thought she would've been a lot more angered than she was. Though seeing how he stared at her body, the doberman seemed to get a different idea. "What? Like what you see, perv?" Stroking her chin, Deb figured something out. "Maybe we can come to an agreement..."

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Sam did keep looking her over a bit and seemed almost like he was in a focused state of mind as he stared at her body, but did manage to listen in on her remarks and how she seemed to be ashamed about the idea of being poor, but he did hear what she said as he gave a shrug. "I dunno, does it really mean a damn thing how you live outside of school?" He answered at least her question about his remark, but he didn't think it was that big a deal to him, but at this point, he did notice her mention of him looking her over and coming to an agreement on something as he looked up at her face and raised a brow at her suggestion.

"What sort of idea did you have in mind?" He asked as he crossed his eyes, curious what sort of thoughts she did have going through her mind.

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Sam's ignorance didn't really surprise Deb. After all, her strength was one thing but if people knew just how poor she was, it would be even worse for her. Even her ability to beat people up wouldn't be enough to regain the respect she would lose. But maybe she could also use that to her advantage as well. Plus, there was the other part of the idea that would benefit her just as much as it would benefit him. And with that, she gave a rather cruel grin.

"I think it's obvious you're into my body. Clearly my strength doesn't intimidate you as much as it should... and no other guy can see past it. I bet you're probably a virgin loser too. So..." Deb licked her lips, "I can't stop bullying you since it would raise suspicions. But maybe I can make it up to you... with my body..." The way she said it, it was almost like she was treating it as his idea rather than her own!

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He soon heard her attempt at an insult to him, the idea that he was a virgin and a loser did seem to have his attention to her body soon shot up a glare at her, but he sighed as she knew she was right, especially at her other remark. "I suppose it would raise suspicion if you up and stopped bullying me suddenly, but... offering your body to me?" He asked as he did seem to find it odd. Still, he already felt aroused by her.

Sam soon slipped his hands between the spandex of his boxers and slipped them down and soon let them fall down to his ankles and soon stepped out of them and revealed his throbbing cock to her, almost a good seven inches with how erect it was.

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Part of it was certainly desire on her end. After all, who the hell wanted to be with a large, jacked up doberman like her? Maybe he didn't know it but she was just as much of a virgin as he was... something that she definitely had an interest in changing. And when he suddenly exposed himself to her, Deb had a hard time not gazing at that magnificent bunny cock of his and lust for it. "So... we have a deal, then?" she asked as she stepped toward him, her frame hovering far above him as she looked down.

Her short tail wagged about behind her rather excitedly, and she stopped barely a few inches away from him, her huge breasts practically shoved into his face. But he could also easily smell the ever thicker musk that was coming from the canine's moist pussy.

[User] Sam gave an almost devious smile and nodded when she asked about the deal. "Sure... but how would you like to start things off?" He asked as he noticed her stepping closer to him, her huge breasts shoved in his face and his nose managing to catch the musk that was coming from her already aroused pussy. He felt his own cock throb at the idea of himself getting a shot at losing his own virginity status, but he was still pretty intimidated since he was pretty new to having sex.

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Sam could have easily fled from her, and Deb would not have thought twice about it. But he had already shown to be pretty fearless against her, at least in private. And seeing his reaction and the way he smiled, the doberman thought that maybe this would work. Smiling back down at him, he didn't look like much but rabbits had a certain reputation when it came to sex. They tended to be a bit small down there but could go for hours.

"Start huh... how about you start by showing me your dick?" she asked directly, if a bit forcefully, "I'm fucking naked, so you should be too." She even reached down to tug on his shirt, as if offering to help him get undressed himself.

[User] Sam nodded, starting to slip out of his shirt, along with his pants, boxers, and even his shoes, and socks, now about as in the buff as she was. His member was currently erect, at least a good six to seven inches in length as he looked up at her with calm, but still questionable eyes as he was curious about what he should do, even if he had dreamed it or fantasized about it, the aspect of sex was still pretty unfamiliar territory for him.

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Deb was half expecting him to run, he still had the chance to escape. After all, even if he looked interested, surely her body wouldn't be something most guys were into. Instead, she got a nice little showing from him, the smaller bunny not looking super impressive but just having a naked guy in her presence was all she needed... not to mention seeing him erect made her eyes glow with pride. Her body had clearly done that. With her hands on her hips, she smiled and nodded.

"Not too shabby, squirt." Seeing him just standing there though made her raise an eyebrow. "What, you don't know what comes next?" It was an amusing thought. At least, that was what she figured. The imposing girl rolled her eyes at him. "Gonna make me do it then, huh? Fine." Taking his smaller hand in her larger paw, she practically dragged him over to the couch and easily threw him unto it on his back. "You're ready, but I'm not. Time to fix that," she said as she walked over him casually and threw a leg up unto the couch beside him, bringing her musky crotch down over his face. He could see her large, tender pussy lips a mere couple inches above his face. "So what do you think is the plan here?"

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He looked at her and gave a smile at her comment, but did hear what she said, as he was still bashful about being able to go up against the very big and buff female, but as he was dragged him over to the couch and thrown on the couch did he look up as she threw a leg up and onto the couch beside him, her aroused crotch soon going down on his face.

"I have an idea." Sam stated and leaned up as he soon gave a firm licking upon her large, tender pussy lips with his tongue. His tastebuds going across her lips in a firm manner, the bumps certainly having a certain texter as they pressed upon her aroused lips.


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It had already been a long morning as Dr. Simon Blackwell took a long sip from his steaming coffee. The unfortunate side effects of using the same building as one's residence and workplace included over-eager clients who showed up well before their appointed times with some ''crisis'' or another to be solved. Having always been more of a night person, it had been hard enough for Simon to force himself to transition to being a day person, but that was when the world was active. So to have someone show up two hours early wasn't the best start to his work day.

A glance at his calendar, however, did more to lift his spirits than his morning caffeine, a coy smile playing across his lips. One of his new regulars, a patient he had been seeing for a few months, was up next, and those sessions always seemed to help them both. The day was looking up.

Simon paced slowly around his office, tugging at the dark, heavy curtains that covered his windows, keeping the lighting inside soft and relaxing. One of his many specialties was hypnosis therapy, and he found that work to be easier with an inviting atmosphere free of distractions. Of course, there were personal reasons for the blackout curtains as well, but those he kept to himself.

The serenity of the office was momentarily disrupted by the sudden beep from the phone on Simon's desk. "Dr. Blackwell? Your 10:30 appointment is here," the kind woman's voice filled the room.

"Thank you, Miss Brannigan. Please send him in," Simon called back and he casually returned to his desk to take a seat.

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It wasn't the first time that Jason woke up in a house that wasn't his own, nor would it be the last. He always said that he was a free spirit who didn't want to be tied down by anything or anyone, but other people in his life called him careless and a danger to himself. He had always scoffed at the idea of anything seriously bad happening to him; he was young and invincible, right? The worst case scenario was that he ended up having a drunken fling with a married man... and he'd already done that.

Still, his family had poked and prodded enough into his personal life that he had grudgingly decided to attend the therapy sessions they arranged for him; some hypnotism technique that was supposed to help him work through whatever issues had him behaving so irresponsibly. Truth be told, Jason didn't think he needed any kind of therapy, but he always seemed to feel a little bit lighter after his sessions, so maybe they were doing something. Even if he'd never admit to it.

That particular day he groaned and rolled out of bed, the other man still snoring peacefully as he busied about fetching his clothes from the night before. Nothing fancy, just a pair of tight jeans and a black vest with a low-cut V at the chest, and he rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes as he tugged on his sneakers with a glance at the clock. He'd arrive on time, which was good. Dr. Blackwell didn't like it when people were late, and however irresponsible Jason was---he wasn't asshole enough to purposefully waste someone's time when they were trying to help.

With a sigh he headed out the door, brushing fingers through his hair to try and calm the unruly strands. It was just a bus ride away from the doctor's neighborhood, and Jason was soon walking up the drive and offering the receptionist a charming grin. "Hey, Jason Holmes, I'm due... now." He cleared his throat, then headed around to the office door when he was told to enter.

"Hey, Dr. Blackwell." He offered a half-wave, the familiar scene of the office and its occupier greeting him with a comfortable level of lighting that his eyes certainly appreciated. He flopped down into his usual chair with a sigh, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "What's going on in your world?" The older man never really answered, but it helped ease the transition anyway.

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Simon remained behind his desk, tracking Jason with his eyes. They had already had a handful of sessions together, there was no need for formal introductions and Jason knew where to sit. "Good morning, Jason," he offered in a polite greeting, his voice calm and pleasant. "You know, the usual. Just staying busy lately. And you? What have you been up to since our last session, hm? Have you had any more... appointments?" A more professional word than ''hook-ups'' for him to record in his notes.

Simon flipped open the leather portfolio on his desk, tossing a few pages to the side to find Jason's file. Half the notes were real, the other half gibberish he scribbled down after their sessions. His preferred methods required too much focus and hands-on attention to keep writing the whole time, after all.

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It was a standard answer to a standard question. Jason nodded as he vaguely cast his eyes around the room, only looking back to the therapist when Simon made mention of his appointments. The phrase always made him laugh, and he shrugged his shoulders as he tilted his head to one side. "Just three this week... I actually came from one this morning, so it's good that I arrived on time."

He sighed and stretched his arms high above his head, arching his back with a wide yawn. "I'm all stiff and still sleepy. I really could have done with more of a lie-in." He relaxed into the chair again.

"Go easy on me today, yeah?" He smiled, those bright eyes sparkling with mischief.

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Simon smiled back across the desk, polite, coy. He stared at his patient like he knew everything there was to know about him, like he had seen him naked, which...

"We both know that's not really my way of doing things," Simon twirled his pen idly between his fingers. "The harder we work, the better the results we'll get. So tell me about these visits you've made this week. Were any of them repeats of before, or all new? Did you know any of them ahead of time?" Simon pretended to begin making notes. This wasn't really relevant to the file, but more to satisfy his own twisted curiosity.

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There was always something about the doctor's stare than made even Jason blush. Those eyes seemed to look right through him, which he supposed was a learned technique to help with the whole therapeutic process. Still, he squirmed a little in the chair.

"You know I don't like that kind of hard work." He snickered, unable to help himself as Simon continued to ask him the usual kind of questions. "Two repeats, one new. I like going to Ben's place because he has a huge bed. It's super comfy, and he's a real giver when we have sex." He pursed his lips, tilting his head to the side. "And Allen is just easy. I flutter my eyelashes at him and he'll buy me drinks all night, so that's always good..."

He sighed, rubbing the back if his neck. "And the guy from last night... um, I actually don't remember his name. I think we just met at the club and he took me back to his place." Jason shrugged. "Since I can't remember it was probably boring. I doubt I'll see him again."

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Jason's nervous fidgeting wasn't lost on Simon, and while the good doctor would feign guilt and apologize for making his patient uncomfortable if it ever came up, he enjoyed the fact that he could make the young man so uneasy with so little effort.

"So what do you get out of these interactions, especially when it isn't memorable?" Simon inquired, pretending not to catch the double entendre, but making a note of it in his mind. "Does someone noticing you and taking an interest make you feel more confident and attractive? Do you just like not having to pay for your drinks at a bar? Or do you find it hard to focus on your day-to-day life when you go too long between ''appointments''?"

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Jason furrowed his brow at the question, shrugging his shoulders with a small frown. "I guess it just feels good at the time? I'm not really... looking for long term relationships, you know?"

He blinked and cocked his head at the further prodding, humming in thought before giving his reply. "Hmm, I mean obviously it feels good when people think you're hot. So, yeah, it makes me feel confident. I like that." He crossed his ankles and idly lifted them from the floor, then lowered them in a lazy swinging motion. "Getting free drinks is good, too. Why wouldn't I want to save money?"

That last nudge was an interesting one and Jason let out a long sigh as he looked down at his feet. "I guess I don't like thinking about my actual life. I'd definitely rather just drink and have sex---that's a lot more fun." He nodded, finding his grin again as he looked back at Simon.

"So, that's where you come in. You help me not think for a bit with the," he wiggled his fingers, "hypnotism stuff. Helps me relax."

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"Well, I'm glad to hear that the treatment makes you feel better. Hopefully with a few more sessions, these urges you have won't be as strong, hmm? Perhaps you will feel less pressure to escape from your daily routine and we can work you towards a healthier method of coping." Simon had to remind himself not to roll his eyes at the suggestion. It was partly true, technically. He did have designs to help the younger man not sleep around so much. But his motives were far from altruistic...

"To that end, I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we? Wouldn't want to waste your entire hour on idle chit-chat if the treatments are helping you." Simon leaned back over his desk, retrieving a small, wooden device which he held in front of him and opened. He pulled the mechanical arm of the device to one side and released it, and it back to swing back and forth with a sharp clicking sound on each side. "Now I'm sure you remember how this works. Just sit back and relax, watch the metronome, and listen to my voice."

Simon waited for Jason to get comfortable before continuing. "Now then, I want you to try to clear your mind, and start counting back from 100 for me. Count in time with the metronome..." It always sounded so corny when he walked someone through this. This rudimentary method did nothing for most people, but it was simply a cover for the real trick. Eventually, when the counting didn't work, Jason's attention would wander. He would glance up, almost instinctively, to meet Simon's eye, as if to politely note that nothing was happening. They always did.

As Jason finally looked up to meet Simon's gaze, the doctor's eyes shimmered, a single, momentary flash of silver that would leave Jason's countdown to trail off to nothing, leaving him still and silent in his chair, unaware of what was happening.

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The young man gave a lopsided smile at the ''hope'' that one day he would be without these urges. Truthfully he didn't see anything wrong with the way he lived his life; he had no responsibilities, he had fun, and it wasn't hurting anyone. It just seemed as though other people wanted to involve themselves with his business. Mostly his parents, as if they really gave a shit. At least the good doctor was easy on the eyes.

"Okay, yeah... let's go, I guess." Jason viewed these appointments as a way to relax more than anything. Simon's hypnosis always gave him a sense of bliss, and always helped him to forget his problems for a little while. He didn't understand how it worked, but it was a good influence---why ask questions?

He settled himself into the comfortable chair, watching the steady motion of the metronome as it ticked from side to side. The doctor's voice was quiet and calm, and he did his best to count in time with the swaying motion. His short attention span made it difficult however, and he soon glanced up to Simon's face for some additional help.

He blinked, his lips parting ever so slightly, and then he let out a long sigh as he visibly relaxed in the chair. Oblivious and pliant, just as the doctor wanted.

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Simon lingered on his desk for a few minutes as Jason practically melted into his chair. There was little more satisfying or more stimulating than watching a cocky patient who didn't think they needed to be in Simon's office fade into a simple-minded plaything.

"Jason..." Simon spoke softly, gently, as if he were trying to gradually wake Jason up. Not that it would happen, not until Simon wanted it to. "You know how this goes, Jason. Your conscious self has no idea what's happening right now, but you, this version of you, knows what I want. And today we're going to push a little further, probe a little deeper, as it were." Simon's knowing grin grew wider and sinister. "Now stand up and take off your clothes. All of them. Fold them up neatly and drape them over your chair." Simon did like to keep a tidy office, after all.

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"Mm...?" A faint sound of acknowledgment met the gentle prod of his name, and Jason nodded slowly along with the doctor's words. Those darker reaches of his mind remembered how these meetings went, inaccessible to the young man in his waking moments. There was no unease at the sinister expression that curled to the doctor's features as Jason watched and waited, an obedient thing to receive instructions.

"Yes, doctor..." Again, his voice was quiet and distant as he rose smoothly from the chair, his fingers working to pull the vest up and over his head. As instructed, he folded it and placed it across the back of the chair before moving onto his lower half. The sneakers were removed and put best to the chair then the tight jeans were unbuckled and pushed down slender hips along with his underwear. There was no embarrassment as he exposed his full body to the doctor, placing his clothes neatly in place.

Once done he stood straight, hands by his sides as he looked across at Simon. As always, his body was slim and toned, tight and curved in all the right places. His cock was soft for the moment, framed by smooth thighs and a dusting of brown hair. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes remaining blissfully glazed. "I've finished..."

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"No, boy... You haven't even started yet," Simon took his time tracing Jason's figure with hungry eyes as he paced a slow circle around him. "Now, do you remember our last session, I wonder? Do you remember what we did?" Simon stepped in close between Jason and the chair behind him. Standing a full head taller than Jason, he had to lean a bit to run his hand down the younger man's toned stomach to wrap his long fingers around Jason's cock, giving it a firm squeeze. "I stroked you nice and slow, remember? Your back arched against my chest, and you came in my palm. Then I clamped my hand over your mouth and fed you your own load. Doesn't really matter if you remember or not, we're going to go a step further today."

Releasing Jason slowly, Simon completed his loop around his patient, returning to perch on the front of his desk in front of Jason. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned his slacks and lowered his zipper, fishing out a thick, semi-hard cock as he beckoned Jason closer. "You crave that escapism that sex gives you, don't you? I don't want to cure you of that. You're right, there's nothing wrong with that. But if you're going to strut in here week after week and talk about all the sex you're having, putting those images in my head, then I think I deserve a little something for my time, don't you? Now be a good boy, get over here on your knees, and suck my dick."

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Jason remained still as the doctor paced around him; a shark circling helpless prey that was just waiting to be devoured. He tilted his head slightly and nodded at the question, remembering some of their last session within the slumbering reaches of his mind. "I remember... it felt good..." He said softly, a low groan slipping between his lips when the older man's hand reached around to trail down his stomach towards his cock. A huff of air met the teasing reminder of their last time together, and Jason leaned back against the taller frame, letting his hips roll lazily into the squeezing fingers.

It didn't take much to arouse Jason's body. Young and eager as he was, that simple touch had already caused his cock to become half-hard, resting against one smooth thigh. There was no hesitation as Simon beckoned him closer, and his eyes drifted down towards that impressive shaft that already looked so delicious. "Yes, doctor... I want to escape from everything... I want to be full up on sex..." His voice was slightly heavier as heat crept over his body, and he dropped to his knees in front of Simon to do as he was told.

"Mmn, you do deserve this..." He murmured, parting his lips and leaning forward to swallow the wide head between them. His mouth was hot and tight, sucking eagerly as his hands wrapped around the length that wasn't yet inside. The boy moaned and arched forward, sliding further down Simon's cock to swallow inch after inch. He only stopped when the tip nudged the back of his throat shuddering slightly and running his tongue against the impressive length. His gaze flicked upward to look into the doctor's face, lips flushed and stretched around the thick cock.

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"Sshhh, keep working that cock in your mouth, boy," Simon patted Jason on the side of the face. "But do keep looking up at me like that. It's a good look for you, lips wrapped around a fat dick, looking up at your superior for their approval. This is right where you belong. Not out turning random tricks from a bar or some app. Right here, doing as your told, taking a true man's cock in one of your various holes."

Simon's head rolled back and up slightly as he paused to take in the wonderful sensations of Jason's warm, wet mouth and throat. "I know you've thought about this. I can see it in your eyes, even when you're lucid. You talk about your sexual exploits, and some part of you sits in my chair undressing me with your eyes, wondering what it would be like to get bent over this desk and railed with my assistant right outside that door. You just might get your wish someday..."

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Jason did as he was told, bobbing his head up and down over the man's cock and lavishing attention with his tongue. He kept his eyes fixed on Simon's face to show that lewd expression as he worked, nodding as much as he could whilst keeping the large cock in his mouth. He was where he belonged; he should be swallowing down Simon's cock. A true man, not like all those silly flings.

He pressed even closer then, muffled coughs echoing from his lips as he angled his face to swallow every inch of Simon down his throat. He shuddered, lingering there for a few blissful seconds before leaning back just enough to gasp for air, his hands reaching to never leave one bit of man's cock unsatisfied.

When the doctor spoke again, Jason tilted his head back to let the cock slide free from his mouth, panting hard with the effort. "I think about it, doctor... I wonder what it would be like if you bent me over the desk..." It was difficult to know whether he was merely repeating those wants due to hypnosis, or whether the hypnosis was drawing out his more honest self. Either way, Jason soon returned to suck the doctor's cock again, his own arousal growing in response.

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"Mmmmm..." Simon purred as Jason took him deep and full. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it myself. Only reason I haven't taken you yet is because I doubt a greedy little slut like you is quiet when you're getting fucked. I'd hate to have to dispose of Miss Brannigan. She's quite good at her job, and if I have to train a replacement, that's less time for me to get lust-addled punks like you naked in my office, now isn't it?"

Simon's fingers ran through Jason's wavy hair, firmly guiding him to bob just a bit faster and just a bit deeper as he went. Then, without warning, the grip in his hair tightened, and Jason could feel his head being pulled back and off of Simon's cock, tilted back to look fully up at the older man. "Stick out your tongue, boy," Simon ordered calmly.

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He didn't reply this time, other than to nod his head against Simon's cock as he continued to arch his head back and forth, hollowing his cheeks with each greedy suck. The hand running through his hair was firm, the grip tight when Simon started to push and pull his head faster, fucking into his mouth as though he were just a toy for pleasure.

Jason gasped and visibly shuddered when he was dragged away completely, lips parting with deep breaths, flushed and glistening with saliva. His neck was arched back to keep his gaze on the older man's face, and he opened his mouth wide to let his tongue stick out---waiting obediently for whatever Simon would give him.