Hypnovember 2021 Stories
Day 23: Circus
by Fractured Puppet
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#bondage
#consensual_kink
#cws_in_chapter_forewords
#D/s
#dom:male
#dom:nb
#drones
#exhibitionism
#f/nb
#fantasy
#furry
#hypnosis
#hypnotic_amnesia
#hypnotic_bondage
#hypnotic_language
#hypnotic_machine
#lactation
#m/nb
#microfiction
#multiple_partners
#nb/nb
#pov:top
#scifi
#solo
#sub:male
#sub:nb
#urban_fantasy
CW: Sense memories, identity play, pet / animal play.
"Did you ever go to the circus as a kid?"
Seth's nose twitched.
"A few times. My dad would take us when the little big top came to town, and my grandparents took us to a Ringling Brothers show once."
He couldn't see Elle nodding, but he could hear her footsteps behind him. "Did you like it?"
He shrugged. "It was OK. I was mostly interested in watching the animals."
"Mmm, I can see that." Elle's finger brushed the side of his neck, and he gave a little shiver.
"After all, you're one of them, aren't you?"
He could feel the heat of her body behind him, the tickle of her breath on his skin. "You know that when you close your eyes, you can smell the dust. The canvas. The hay. The shit. The sweat."
Seth's eyes drooped down at the suggestion, and as he took a deep breath in through his nose those remembered smells filled his senses as if he was back in the circus tent, sitting on those rickety metal bleacher seats.
"I can...I can smell it."
"Imagine being even closer. Standing in the ring, surrounded by the dull noise of the crowd and the music coming from outside."
Seth nodded, and his nose twitched again. He could almost hear the notes of a calliope playing...
"Well," Elle purred as she put her hands on his shoulders. "I say 'standing' - but you're on all fours, aren't you?"
He slid out of the chair and found himself on his hands and knees, head raised, alert.
"Good pet," Elle murmured, and Seth shook himself out.
"Of course you're a bit bigger than a normal pet, aren't you dearheart?"
He made a grumbling sort of noise at the back of his throat, agreeing.
"Those beautiful golden eyes. Your rich, thick fur. Those dark stripes that help you hide as you seek your prey."
His stance shifted, allowing for his broad tail and heavy paws. More confident. More powerful.
"Such a powerful hunter. A beautiful beast..."
Elle walked around to where he could see her, and he growled in challenge.
She lunged forward, hand on his muzzle, forcing it up to expose his neck. He heard a *click* as the leash snapped onto the ring of his collar, and then a hard, sharp tug that brought him down onto his haunches.
"MY beast."
He locked eyes with her, but she was not the one who looked away.
"That's right," Elle said as he lay down, ducking his head in submission, and feeling her hand come to rest possessively at the back of his neck. "My beast."
"My good boy."