“Order 31!”

Lyra the Lynx grabbed her order from the counter of the Barkey Bagels shop, thanking the cashier. She walked out the door holding a warm cup and a bag of food, and found an outdoor table to eat her breakfast on. Sitting under the umbrella covering the table, she unwrapped her bacon, steamed egg, & cream cheese bagel sandwich, and took a few sips of her apple-flavored steamed oat milk.

Aside from one fan who had asked for her autograph while she was sitting at the table, none of the customers nor the employees had recognized that she was the Lovely Lyra Lynx, who alongside her partner The Tantalizing Tristan Tiger, were the most popular adult entertainment stage magicians in the city. Their shows would consist of them playing fun magic tricks against each other and various volunteers they selected, with a fun erotic twist added to them.

The climax of each of their shows would have Lyra and Tristan trying to dominate each other using hypnosis, constantly competing and trying to one up the other, turning their partner into their drooling, horny hypnotized slave. Everyone won, especially the audience. There was never a dry seat in the house. A brief shiver of lust would ripple through Lyra’s body every time she thought back to any of the sexy shows she put on with her partner.

After taking a few bites of her bagel sandwich, Lyra noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head to look at another outdoor table down the patio, she noticed a red-furred fox sitting at the table, who had a single bagel with cream cheese and a small coffee placed on the table in front of him. Only, the fox wasn’t really sitting, but rather was laying his head on its side in his arms on the table, looking away from everyone else. Lyra couldn’t see his face, but he looked incredibly sad.

Lyra felt really bad for him, and wanted to do something to help cheer him up. She re-entered the bagel shop, and bought a frosted heart-shaped cookie from the pastry case. After the cashier handed her a small bag containing the cookie, she went back out and sat down on an empty chair at the same table that the fox was sitting at.

The fox didn’t notice her presence, so Lyra decided to clear her throat and speak up.

“Would you like to see a magic trick?” She sweetly asked the fox.

The fox finally lifted his head off of the table to face the magician, and Lyra noticed that his eyes were puffy and red, and he had tears that had been streaking down his face.

“Wh-what kind of magic t-trick?” The fox struggled to ask in a shaky voice.

“This.” Lyra took the cookie out of the small paper bag, and placed it on the palm of one of her hands. She covered the cookie with the palm of her other hand, and then pulled apart her hands, lifting both of her palms up for the fox to look at, and he saw that the cookie had disappeared.

Before he could question what had happened, Lyra whispered to him. “Check under your coffee.” The fox looked down at where his coffee had been sitting, and lifted the cup, seeing that his coffee cup had been sitting on the heart-shaped cookie as if it was a coaster.

“Huh, that’s a pretty neat trick.” The fox gave a small smile, though Lyra could see he still had a lot of sadness in his eyes. The fox pushed the cookie closer to Lyra’s hands. “Here’s your cookie back.”

Lyra pushed the cookie towards the fox again, holding his hands in her own. “No, it’s yours. I bought it for you.”

The fox wiped a few more tears from his eyes. “R-really?”

Lyra gave him a warm smile. “Yes, really.”

The fox took a small bite of the heart-shaped cookie. “Thank you so much.” He took a few more bites of the cookie. “Wow, this cookie tastes really good.” He was impressed.

Lyra was glad that the fox was enjoying her gift, but she still wanted to find out why he was so sad, so she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s your name?” Lyra warmly asked the fox.

The fox could feel a little blush rising on his cheeks from how Lyra was treating him. “Umm…I, uh… my name is… Greg.” He shyly answered.

“Greg, I noticed that you looked really sad. What’s wrong, sweetie?” Lyra had asked him.

Greg suddenly started looking a little nervous. “Ehhh… it’s sort of complicated. I don’t really know how to explain it.” He started to look away from Lyra. “And to be honest, I’m sort of worried that you won’t like me if you knew what’s wrong.”

Lyra felt concerned for Greg, and wanted to help him feel comfortable with opening up to her. “Well, even if it’s hard to explain, I just want to let you know that I’ll always be willing to listen to whatever is troubling you.” Lyra was trying to ease his worries. “And I promise that I won’t ever judge you for it.”

Greg breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, I’ll try to tell you about what’s troubling me. I just need to figure out where to start.”

“Don’t worry. Take your time.” Lyra gently told him.

After thinking for a while about how to start explaining his situation to her, Greg finally settled on what he was going to say.

“So… earlier today, I was going to attend the local Pride event that’s being held in town right now, a few blocks from here.” Greg pointed behind him in the general direction that the event was being held. “Well, I told a woman at the gate that I was bi when she asked me how I identify. I didn’t think she would care all that much about it, so I was really shocked when she suddenly started aggressively grilling me about my dating history.”

Lyra noticed that Greg was struggling to explain what had happened next, as he gripped his fingers around his coffee cup a little harder. “I admitted to her that I had really only dated women in the past, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to men. She started getting really angry at me, and then… she… she said…”

Lyra looked deep into his eyes and could see a few more tears start to stream down his face.

“She… accused me of only being there to try to hit on queer women. She told me… they don’t allow predators into pride.” He started burying his face into his arms again. “I’m not allowed there.”

Lyra felt awful for him, so she gently placed one of her hands on his shoulder and lightly stroked him a couple times. “Greg, I’m so sorry. The way you were treated is just absolutely horrible. I want to let you know that you are very much bi no matter who you date.”

Greg lifted his face again to look into Lyra’s eyes. “Th-thank you.” Greg slowly sat back up in his seat. “About a week ago, I got a lot of harassment online over something similar. I was running an account on social media where I would post about a different fictional queer man every day. Well, I posted about a cartoon character that I said was canonically bi. I got a ton of angry responses, even some death threats, from other users who insisted that the character was only gay, and that I was ruining representation, even though there is strong evidence in canon that he likes women too.”

Greg lifted his coffee cup to his lips to take a sip, and then sighed dejectedly. Lyra was staring in wide-eyed shock, mouth open so wide, it was practically touching the table. “Oh my God, they sent you death threats?! Over a headcanon? What the fuck is wrong with them?!”

“I don’t know. I guess they think that bi characters are somehow less queer than gay characters.” Greg took another swig of his coffee and sighed again. “I got so much harassment, that I decided it would be best if I just shut down my whole account. I thought attending a pride event in real life would be a good way to escape that online bullshit, but what happened earlier today was a painful reminder of why I rarely come out to anyone.”

“You know, my partner Tristan has been through the exact kind of thing you’ve been going through.” Lyra admitted to Greg.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, he was barred from that same event several years ago since he’s been in a relationship with me far longer than anyone else in the past. They told him the same crap about his identity not being valid for preferring women, and falsely accusing him of secretly being a predator.” Lyra was disappointed with the behavior of the people running the event. She had been hoping that they had become more inclusive since then, but realized that wasn’t the case.

Lyra was then suddenly stricken by a great idea. “Hold on a minute. I wanna give you something.” She said as she was fishing around in her wallet. She grabbed out what she was looking for, and handed out a small piece of paper to Greg.

Greg was looking at the small piece of paper, turning it over in his hands, with a completely dumbfounded look on his face. “Wait… this is a free ticket for Lovely Lyra Lynx’s magic show…” Greg quickly turned his attention back to her. “Holy shit! You’re the Lovely Lyra Lynx. I’ve been to several of your shows before! I’ve always loved the feeling of your trance washing over my brain whenever you hypnotize the whole audience.” Greg looked completely starstruck. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you until now, especially since I’m a huge fan.”

“Well…” Lyra leaned in a little closer so that her face was closer to Greg’s face, and she had her hands neatly folded on the table in front of her. “I suppose when I’m not wearing my sexy magician costume, I might be a little harder to recognize.” She gave out a seductive chuckle.

Greg could feel his cheeks burning up from Lyra’s teasing. “Um, right. So… about that free ticket.” Greg continued blushing as he was looking over the ticket again. “Aren’t these kind of expensive?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, it’s really sweet of you to offer me this, but I dunno. I feel like I should pay you something.” Greg said.

“Now, you’re not gonna miss out on a free show, right?” Lyra teased. “Besides, you’d have a great time! I really want you to come.”

“You mean like the rest of the audience?” Greg joked with a small smile.

Lyra burst out laughing over Greg’s double entendre. “No- I mean yes!- I mean- oh, you know what I mean!” She was still laughing.

Greg looked back at the ticket again, and then looked back at Lyra. “Alright, I’ll go. Thank you so much for this.” Greg was very touched.

“Aww… you’re welcome sweetie. And who knows? I might throw in a special surprise just for you.” Lyra winked at him, which sent a small surge of excitement throughout his body.

“You know, if I recall correctly, whenever you attended my shows, you always came louder and harder than anyone else in the venue.” Lyra giggled. “I guess you must really love getting hypnotized.”

“Oh my God.” Greg could feel his blush get even hotter. “How do you even remember something like that?”

“I never forget a face.” Lyra winked at him again. “Especially not a face as cute as yours.”

Greg was rubbing the back of his head with one of his hands. “Gee, thanks.” He was smiling a bit brighter now.

Greg was looking at one of Lyra’s hands, and noticed she was wearing a shiny, black ring on her index finger, and the ring had a bold, red spiral printed on it.

“Hey Lyra, can you use that ring to, uh… hypnotize people?” Greg sheepishly asked.

Lyra gave him a cheeky smile. “You asking for a demonstration?”

Greg suddenly looked nervous. “I’m sorry… I was just curious… I didn’t mean to pry into anything… I really don’t want to do anything that would make you think I’m a predator…”

Lyra quickly realized that Greg was still feeling pretty sensitive about the hurtful remarks he had been told earlier, so she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” She told him in a comforting tone. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Besides, I love showing off my skills to my fans.”

Lyra lifted her hand closer to Greg’s face so he was staring right at her hypnotic ring. She used a finger on her other hand to lightly trace circles around the spiral. As Greg was gazing upon Lyra tracing spirals right in front of his eyes, he felt himself becoming sleepier and more dazed, as his eyes became glassier.

“You are feeling sooooo sleepy.” Lyra intoned in a theatrical voice, much like the voice she spoke to the audience with during her magic shows.

“Sooooo sleepy…” Greg repeated in a dreamlike voice.

“You will feel a big wave of relaxation wash over your entire body, starting at the tip of your head, and then traveling all the way down to your toes.” Lyra was commanding.

“Soooo relaxing…” Greg happily sighed as he felt his entire body relax. Except, there was one body part of his that didn’t relax at all. All of a sudden, there was a huge thump! coming from under the table. The noise was so loud, that it immediately caused Greg to break out of his trance. Surprised, he looked under the table and was shocked to see that he had gotten so aroused from getting hypnotized, that his cock had banged itself on the underside of the table.

Lyra and Greg were both staring at each other in stunned silence, until a smile started growing on Lyra’s face, which soon led to her having a giggling fit. Her giggling soon turned into uncontrollable laughter, that led to Greg starting to laugh out loud too. They were then both laughing with each other, having a great time getting to know one another.

After a few more friendly conversations, Lyra briefly looked at the time on her phone. “I’d love to stay and chat a little longer, but I’ve got to get going so I can practice for tonight’s show. See you later tonight, sweetie.” She thought of blowing him a goodbye kiss, but thought of something better. She raised her hypnotic ring in front of Greg’s eyes, and traced around the spiral a few more times with a finger. Greg happily sighed as he felt his cock twitch a couple of times in his pants.

“See you tonight too, Lyra.” Greg responded back in a dreamy voice.

Later that night, Greg was sitting right in the middle of the audience for Lyra and Tristan’s latest magic show, greatly enjoying every second. He was enjoying the show so much, that he had already developed a massive erection within minutes of watching the show, even before others in the audience started getting really turned on.

Greg was hoping that he would be called upon the stage to be a volunteer for the magicians’ sexy magic tricks, and was a little disappointed that he never seemed to be picked at all throughout the show. He did think back to what Lyra had told him earlier in the day about her possibly giving him a “special surprise,” so he continued to be patient.

During the show’s climax where Lyra and Tristan would use their hypnotic skills to try and dom one another, Greg was surprised that he hadn’t cum yet. He was always so turned on that he usually exploded before anyone else in the audience did, and he certainly felt like he was about ready to burst, so he thought it was odd that he had barely leaked out any pre-cum.

Suddenly, Greg thought he could hear Lyra’s voice whispering to him within his own mind. “No cumming yet, you naughty boy, you!” Greg now knew for sure that he could hear Lyra’s giggling in his brain. “You must save your seed for the special surprise we’re preparing just for you!”

Greg was shivering in lust as he mentally prevented himself as hard as he could from cumming too early.

He didn’t realize this until after the fact, but he suddenly found himself sitting all alone in the theatre, the rest of the audience having already left, and Lyra and Tristan were nowhere to be seen. He was confused by this as first, as he hadn’t realized how much time had passed. What happened? He wondered to himself. Just a moment ago, the theatre was packed.

His thoughts were interrupted when he could sense Lyra’s voice sweetly whispering directly into his mind. “Rise… Rise, my sweet little fox… march on over to the backstage door… it’s time for you to receive our special surprise…” Her seductive voice was making Greg feel all warm and gooey inside. He came to the realization that Lyra must have secretly slipped in some commands into his mind when she had hypnotized him earlier at the bagel shop.

Greg had risen from his seat onto his feet, stretching out his arms in front of his body like a zombie, and started mindlessly lurching towards the backstage door. His mind was heavily disassociating with the actions of his body, his mind instead focusing on how wonderful it felt to be under Lyra’s control. His heart was beating fast with pure excitement as he lumbered his way closer to the backstage door.

He went outside and then found the entrance to the backstage, and then knocked a few times on the door in a steady rhythm. The door then swung open, revealing Lyra through the doorway. She stepped to the side to allow Greg to enter the room, who continued slowly walking in a zombie-like trance. Once he got himself fully inside, Lyra placed a hand on one of his shoulders.

“At ease, soldier.” Lyra gently soothed to Greg. His arms immediately relaxed and fell back down to the sides of his body, and he started to wake back up from his trance. Lyra looked down and could see his growing cock pitching a tent in his pants.

“I meant soldiers, as in plural.” Lyra gave out a sweet little laugh as Greg developed a blush over his cheeks. He could feel his erection already starting to cool down from hearing Lyra’s command.

Greg looked over his surroundings, and saw the buff tiger Tristan lounging on a comfy couch. When Tristan’s eyes met Greg’s, he gave a friendly wave to him, so Greg waved back.

“Hey Greg!” Tristan cheerfully greeted. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Greg beamed.

Lyra got Greg’s attention. “I still need to look for some things for your surprise, so why don’t you and Tristan get to know each other a little bit?” She suggested as she went to search for something.

Greg could see the tiger patting a couch seat next to him. “Come on, dude! You can sit right next to me.” Greg took his offer and sat down on the couch with him.

They both hit it off well as they got deep into discussion about their shared love for magic tricks and hypnokink, though their conversation soon started to take a more serious turn.

“So, my partner told me that you were subjected to some pretty nasty gatekeeping earlier today.” Tristan sympathetically said as he placed a comforting hand on Greg’s shoulder.

“Um… yeah… I, uh… yeah, I wasn’t feeling too great…” Greg could sense his voice choking up a bit. “Lyra told me that they treated you the same way a while ago.”

Tristan sadly sighed. “That is true. I was in a much rougher state mentally back when that happened. Several people I knew who went to that event who thought I was gay accused me of being a traitor. It got to the point where I had started internalizing the hurtful things others were saying about me. Honestly, if it weren’t for Lyra being so supportive of who I am, I really don’t know where my life would be right now.”

Tristan was wiping a few tears from his eyes. “I had hoped things had improved since then, but I guess things haven’t gotten any better. I’ve heard from others that those particular event organizers have a pretty terrible history when it comes to gatekeeping.”

“Really?” Greg asked.

“Yeah. I’m friends with a femboy who told me he once tried to attend that Pride event, and they wouldn’t let him enter. Told him his identity wasn’t valid. I remember how devastated he looked when he told me what had happened.” Tristan brought out his phone to show Greg a few pictures he had taken of his friend, who was an anthro wolf wearing a pair of striped thigh highs.

“Alex was really looking forward to showing off these special thigh high socks he had made himself.” Tristan explained to Greg, who could see that the stripes on Alex’s socks were the same colors as the bi flag. “Or, as he liked to call them, ‘Bi Highs.’” The pun earned a small chuckle from Greg.

Tristan put his phone away, and took Greg’s hands into his. “Greg, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“I dunno.” Greg responded in a pretty glum-sounding voice. “Sometimes I feel like I kinda deserve it…”

Tristan suddenly embraced Greg in his arms. “Please don’t say that. You are so valid.”

Greg tightly hugged him back, with happy tears in his eyes. “Thanks, man.”

Lyra returned to where Tristan and Greg were sitting. “Alright, I finally found everything I need to set your special surprise into motion.” Lyra handed out a deck of cards into Tristan’s waiting hands, who got up off of the couch, and then motioned for Greg to rise up on his feet.

Greg was staring at the deck of cards Tristan was holding with curiosity. “What are you planning on doing with those cards?”

Lyra and Tristan shot each other knowing grins, before Tristan turned his attention back to Greg. “Oh, I’m just planning on doing something that I know for sure you’ll absolutely love.” Tristan teased.

Tristan placed the deck of cards on one of his big biceps, and suddenly started flexing it. Every time he flexed his arm, one of the cards magically disappeared when he opened his bicep back up, causing the deck to decrease in size. Soon, he was pretty much flexing his arm at a rapid-fire pace, making each card vanish one by one.

Greg could feel himself falling under a trance from watching Tristan flex his muscles in front of his eyes, his sleepy eyelids fluttering every time Tristan squeezed his bicep shut, and then open again. “How can you possibly focus on performing your show when you have to work directly with this absolute hunk?” Greg asked Lyra in a dazed voice.

Lyra leaned her face closer to Greg’s face so she could whisper to him. “Who says I always can focus?” She responded with a cheeky grin.

Once the final card disappeared, Greg could sense that his entire mind had left his head. Tristan walked up to him and waved his hand in front of his empty eyes.

“Yo Greg, you there? I was thinking you could help me find where all the cards have disappeared to.”

Tristan quickly realized that Greg wasn’t even registering what was happening right in front of him. Greg could still see Tristan hypnotically flexing his muscles in his mind’s eye, keeping him trapped in a daze.

Tristan leaned in closer so he was staring right into Greg’s glassy eyes. “Hey Greg, if you’re ready to wake back up, I’d really love it if you could help me find where all the cards have gone.” He planted a small kiss on Greg’s lips.

This woke Greg back up from his trance, and Tristan affectionately ruffled his hair in response. “Welcome back, bro.” This made Greg blush hard again.

Tristan motioned for Greg to search all over his body for the magically transported cards. Greg found some hidden under his shirt, he found a couple pinned under his other bicep, and he found some cards had somehow appeared in his shoes and socks that were on the floor across the room from where they were.

Things started getting intimate when Greg thought about checking Tristan’s pants. “M-m-may I?” Greg asked, failing to mask how excited he sounded.

“Of course.” Tristan smiled warmly at him.

Greg practically dove right into Tristan’s pants, pulling his pants away to shove his hand right into his crotch. He pulled out a couple cards that were stuck in Tristan’s pants, and then he stuck his hand down his underwear, feeling Tristan’s hardening cock in his grasp. Greg gave out a lusty sigh as he fondled Tristan’s penis, and Tristan let out a pleasure-tinted hiss from Greg’s touch.

Greg stepped behind Tristan to pull open the back of his pants, pulling out a few more cards, followed by him sticking his hands down the back of Tristan’s undies to fondle and massage his buttcheeks. Greg suddenly felt a finger tapping one of his shoulders.

“It’s my turn.” Lyra whispered seductively. “Tristan, you can’t have him all to yourself now.” Greg heard Lyra giggling. He turned around, and came face to face with Lyra swinging a hypnotic pendant right in front of his eyes.

Except, the pendant didn’t seem to be attached to any kind of chain. Lyra wasn’t even using her hands to swing it. A big, green shiny gem was swinging independently by itself back and forth in front of his face. Lyra used her hands to cup his chin, lifting his face up so he could stare even closer into the shining surface of the hypnotic gem. He was shifting his eyes back and forth to keep up with the pace of the hypnotizing gem.

“Greg, sweetie, can you hear me?” Lyra’s beautiful, red lips were almost as hypnotic to Greg as the green gem was.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Such a good boy.” Greg could feel his heart beating faster as he felt Lyra plant a small kiss on his lips. “At the count of three, I want you to face plant right into my deep cleavage. One…”

Greg was still following the movement of the pendant with his eyes, back and forth.

“Two…”

Greg was replaying the memories of Tristan and Lyra kissing him over and over again in his mind.

“Three…”

Greg immediately face-planted right into Lyra’s cleavage, taking a big whiff and shuddering in pleasure.

“Doesn’t it feel wonderful to feel my breasts upon your face?” Lyra cooed to Greg as she also gently stroked his head. “Motorboat my titties if the answer is yes!”

Greg immediately motorboated her breasts as hard as he could, causing Lyra to laugh out loud. He noticed a long box placed upon a large table from the corner of his vision.

“Hey Lyra, what’s that?” Greg asked her.

“I’m glad you asked! That’s the next part of your special private show!” Lyra cheerfully exclaimed as she led Greg over to the table. She opened the box and motioned for Greg to climb inside, face up. There was a hole on one end of the box for his head to stick out, and a hole on the other end for his feet to stick out.

She closed the box, and then grabbed a large saw that was nearby. She and Tristan were on opposite sides of the box, both pushing and pulling the saw back and forth as they cut through the middle of the box.

Once they finished cutting through the box, they pulled apart both sides of the box, separating Greg’s upper body from his lower half, though he felt absolutely no pain.

Lyra stepped over to Greg’s lower body, opening the sawed-off part of the box. She firmly grasped Greg’s cock through his pants, and then unzipped the fly on his pants to more easily rub and massage his penis. Even though Greg’s upper half was separated, he could somehow still feel Lyra’s loving administrations over his dick.

“H-how are you… doing this?” Greg was desperately trying to keep himself from cumming instantly.

Lyra leaned her face closer to Greg’s cock, letting out a soothing “shhh” sound right over the tip, causing Greg to shudder in pleasure and squirm in both sides of the sawed-up box. “A magician never reveals their secrets.” She seductively teased.

Tristan stepped behind Greg’s upper half, using one of his fingers to lightly scratch behind his ear. Greg found this extremely pleasant, panting wildly from Tristan’s touch, and he could sense one of his legs on the lower half of his body repeatedly kicking in pleasure. The combination of Lyra’s soft handjob, and Tristan’s soft ear scratches, were enough to make Greg’s cock burst.

Noticing he was about to cum too early, Lyra immediately stopped rubbing his dick, and motioned for Tristan to stop scratching behind his ear. Lyra could hear Greg starting to whine. “We can’t let you cum now! We’ve still got another magic trick up our sleeves!” Lyra and Tristan shoved both sides of the box back together and opened it up, allowing Greg to step out of the box, finding himself back in one piece.

The two stage hypnotists led Greg over to their couch and had him lay down over the length of it. Once Greg made himself comfortable on their couch, Lyra stood in front of him and brought out her hands right above his body. She then started wiggling her fingers in an intentionally dramatic & theatrical fashion.

“Rise… Rise, my sweet little fox… rise up in the air for us… up… up… up you go…” Greg was shocked when he suddenly felt his entire body levitating up in the air above the couch, though he still felt too relaxed to drop out of his trance. Only his hard cock didn’t feel relaxed, as it was tenting his pants even more, sharply pointing towards the ceiling.

Greg could feel Lyra cup his chin with her hand again as she brought herself closer to his face. “Would you like to play a game of ‘Levitating Strip Tease?’” She sweetly asked him. Lyra motioned for Tristan to walk over to the other end of the room.

“How do you play?”

“Oh, it’s very simple. This is a game that is very easy to learn, yet… hard to master…” Lyra started to explain as she stroked Greg‘s hard cock a few times to emphasize her point, which made him moan out in pleasure.

“Tristan and I are going to gently push your floating body back and forth across the room. Every time you reach one end of the room, one of us will remove an article of your clothing. All you have to worry your pretty little head about is laying back and enjoying the show.” Lyra placed a hand on one of Greg’s feet and gently shoved him, causing him to float away from her. “Have fun!”

“Don’t worry! I will!” Greg excitedly exclaimed as he felt his airborne body slowly float over to where Tristan was.

“Hey bro, nice to see you again.” Tristan cheerfully greeted. Greg gave him a small wave. “Hey.” He responded. Tristan untied Greg’s shoes and removed them from his feet. He gently placed his hand upon Greg’s head and gave him a light shove.

“Heads up, Lyra!” Tristan shouted out as Greg’s levitating body floated back over to her. “Oh my God! That pun was awful!” Greg mocked in an affectionately teasing way.

When he reached Lyra, she removed Greg’s socks from his feet. She lightly stroked up and down one of his bare soles with a finger, making Greg laugh out loud from the tickling sensation. She used that same finger to push Greg over to Tristan again.

“Hey Greg, could you lift up your arms so that I can remove your shirt for you?” Tristan kindly asked him. “Sure!” Greg happily complied as he lifted up his arms, allowing Tristan to slowly peel the shirt off of his body, who tossed the shirt to the side.

“You know, I really oughta reward you for being so obedient.” Tristan teased as he brought his hands closer to Greg’s body. Suddenly, he gave Greg’s exposed nipples a quick & light twist. Greg squealed out in a mix of mild pain and intense pleasure. He felt Tristan rest his hand on his cock, giving him a light push towards Lyra again.

Lyra removed Greg’s pants, and then looked down upon Greg’s nipples. “Oh, you poor thing. Your nipples look so red. Why don’t you let your mistress take care of that for you?” Greg’s nipples weren’t really that red, but Lyra loved teasing him over it. She brought her mouth closer to Greg’s chest, and began licking the tips of his nipples with her tongue. Greg was soon shaking in pleasure when Lyra was licking small circles around his nipples. He was so turned on, that a large spot of pre-cum was staining his undies.

Tristan walked back over to where Greg and Lyra were, and he looked down at Greg’s undies. “Is that a present for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Tristan teased as he removed Greg’s undies, brought them to his face, and took a deep whiff of the cum stain, which made him shiver in pleasure.

Tristan took a hold of the fox’s large, bushy tail, using his hands to rub along the length of his tail with long, soft strokes, as Lyra continued worshipping Greg’s nipples. The hypnotists’ loving administrations against Greg’s body became too much for him to handle, causing him to immediately cum out loud.

Greg shut his eyes tight as wave after wave of pure bliss surged throughout his floating body. When he opened his eyes again, he was absolutely shocked by what he saw.

A huge glob of his semen was now floating right up above his now-deflating penis.

Lyra had went over to the microwave to grab a couple of plastic spoons, and then walked back to where Greg and Tristan were. “Spoon?” She offered Tristan.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Tristan exclaimed as he grabbed a spoon from Lyra’s hand. They both started digging into Greg’s floating semen, eating bite after bite with their spoons as if they were eating a bowl of ice cream. Greg was too shocked by how his cum was floating in the air by itself to even say anything.

After Lyra tossed the cum-stained spoons in a garbage can, she turned her attention back to Greg. “We’ve got just one more magic trick lined up for you, sweetie.”

Lyra made a pulling motion with one of her magical hands, and walked over to another long box, though unlike the previous box, this one was standing up on the ground. She was dragging the floating body of Greg behind her, as if she was pulling on an invisible leash. She led Greg inside the box, using her hand to turn his body around so that he was standing up inside the box.

Lyra gripped the door to the box right before she spoke to Greg. “I would love for you to close your eyes. Please close your eyes for me now, Greg.” He did as he was told, and then everything went black.

“You can open your eyes now, Greg.”

Greg fluttered his eyes back open, finding himself sitting down on the couch, with his clothes mysteriously back on. But he soon realized he wasn’t just sitting on the couch, as he was actually sitting on someone’s lap. He turned his head around to see Tristan, who was using his hands to rub Greg’s shoulders.

“Did you have a nice little snooze?” Tristan asked Greg, who happily nodded in response.

Lyra walked over to where Greg and Tristan were seated. “Oh hey, you’re up!” Lyra sat down on the couch next to the two men. “Greg, before you leave tonight, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, Tristan and I were wondering if maybe you’d like to come with us backstage more often in the future. You know, whenever you’re feeling kinda down and want someone to cheer you up a bit. Maybe you could even perform in a few of our shows, if you’d like.”

“Wow. I… uh… I-I really don’t know what to say…” Greg actually really liked this offer, but he wasn’t sure if he should accept. “That sounds wonderful, but the last thing I want to be is a big burden.”

Lyra gently stroked his hand a few times. “Sweetie, you would never be a burden. We’d both absolutely love it if you could come more often.”

Greg raised an eyebrow. “In more ways than one?”

Lyra laughed. “Yeah, in more ways than one.” She wrapped her arms around both Greg and Tristan in a loving embrace.

Greg hugged Lyra back as Tristan continued massaging his shoulders. “I love you guys.” Greg said as happy tears were streaming down his face.

“We love you too, Greg.” Lyra and Tristan spoke together.

“Tristan and I were also thinking about bringing some awareness about the gatekeeping going on at that pride event. Hopefully, we can get some real change happening soon so that you, Tristan, and everyone else they’ve mistreated can feel safe going there.” Lyra was telling Greg.

Greg hugged Lyra even tighter. “Thank you so much.”