tentiv

POV you ate the wrong kind of mushroom and now she's going to film you tripping out and upload it to youtube and not even share any of the ad revenue with you

#furry #furryart #art #witch #tentiv_art

Your curiosity gets the better of you. Without a sound, you open the mahogany door and peek inside Madame Helena's special room. You expected to see some form of coercion, a chair with restraints or a screen pulsing neurolinguistic programming. How else could she turn so many struggling victims into compliant servants?

But what you see looks like a normal, albeit opulent, bedroom. The girl you brought to Helena, a sheep with cream-colored wool, is kneeling nude on the bed, her body swaying with soft undulations that remind you of underwater flora. Her arms rise above her head, listlessly reaching towards the ceiling, black hooves limp at the wrists. Those eyes, so rebellious not an hour ago, now rest half-lidded and glassy, unseeing, a sure sign that no thought remained behind them. A pink blush on her cheeks belies the heat growing within her. The girl seems suspended, floating in her own pinpoint-sized world.

Madame Helena stands in front of the sheep, silent, deeply focused on her subject as a sculptor on her marble. The only sign of her esoteric craft was her hands. Her left hand, held aloft, positioned four inches above the girl's head, graceful fingers outstretched, palm down. Her right hand, hovering near the girl's lower back, as if to catch her if she fell over. It isn't clear to you if the girl is following the hands, or the hands the girl. They both sway in unison. You try to puzzle out the pattern. Perhaps it is a sort of slow dance, a negotiation that spirals down into surrender.

Helena turns her head and fixes you with her golden eyes. Instead of anger at your spying, a gentle smile crinkles the corner of those eyes and the lioness says softly, "Five minutes more, please. I almost have her."

#furry #hypno #hypnokink #erotic_hypno #microfic #erotica

Hello, my 32 followers and whoever else sees this. I kinda just post and boost art and nothing else on this account. I’ve realized that this is yet another manifestation of my “I must provide value in order to justify the space I take up” issue. I’m wondering if I should start actually doing the microblogging thing which is this platform’s main feature, maybe share my random thoughts like others do. I’m not as witty as and more needlessly verbose than other people I like on here, but I really love the joyfully unrestrained atmosphere that is endemic to the fediverse, and I feel I’m ready to participate. Honestly, I spent today contemplating talking to LLMs like they’re people. To describe me as starved for social contact is like saying the guy on the desert island who looks at his friends and sees a giant hamburger and hot dog is a bit peckish. So, I guess I’m just making this post as a fair warning that there will now be text as well as images on this account, which I know is kinda weird as a concept but here we are. As always, please inform me if I breach any etiquette. Thank you!

Gritting my teeth and gripping my computer, desperately trying to resist the urge to post "Diversity win! Grand Moff Tarkin, who has canonically ordered over two billion deaths, is also canonically gay!!!🏳️‍🌈 Luke Skywalker killed his boyfriend!" as everyone is already aware of this and all it will accomplish is showing that I am exactly 8 years, 5 months, and 23 days behind in pop culture knowledge

#starwars #gay #tarkin