Hypnosis 101

"Well... I guess I can give people another couple minutes..." Zelda folded her arms, looking out at the rows of empty chairs. Fifteen minutes past seven already. She had only booked the room for an hour. Her foot tapped impatiently on the ground. "Must have been the flyers," she told herself, "They weren't eye-catching enough." The irony of a poster for a hypnosis lesson not catching people's attention wasn't lost on her, though it hardly helped her mood. She pulled the chair out from the large desk situated in the front of the room, sliding down into it until nearly her entire body was hidden. "Could be worse, I guess... Imagine if only one person showed up..."

The door swung open, as if on command. The cat's heart leapt into her throat as she scrambled to pull herself to an upright position, pretending she hadn't just been moping. Through the doorway, a mouse stuck his head through the threshold of the room, looking winded.

"Sorry I'm late, Zelda! I-- Huh?" He stopped and glanced around the room. "Am I... Am I late?"

It took everything Zelda had to not drop her head into her hands. She quickly straightened out the pleated skirt she was wearing, fidgeting with the sleeves of her blouse as she tried not to look too startled, or disappointed.

"Oh, Max!" She tried to look enthused, but her expression ended up looking more strained than she intended. "I... Didn't expect you to show up." Zelda had mentioned the lesson in passing, mostly as a bit of small talk that had come up between the two of them a few days prior. She hadn't even considered that he'd bother remembering it was occurring at all.

"Of course I'd show up! I'd never miss..." The mouse paused, then smiled sheepishly. "What was this for, again?"

Zelda tried not to feel pitied. She craned her neck towards the whiteboard behind her, the words 'Hypnosis 101' written in plain view.

"It's, um. Hypnotism." She turned back to face the mouse. Her face didn't show the twinge of embarrassment that was making her heart pound. Instead, her hands twisted over themselves in her lap, wringing with nervous energy. "You don't have to stick around if you aren't interested," she told him.

"No, no," Max assured her. Zelda tried not to scream. "Hypnosis sounds... Uh, really interesting!" It didn't take a genius to surmise that he was just trying to be polite, and Zelda thought she was providing the same courtesy in giving Max a way for them both to escape this possibly very awkward encounter. Max didn't seem to see it that way, finding a seat right in the center of the front row.

"And you're... Sure you want to stay?" Zelda tried one last time, putting as much emphasis on 'sure' as she possibly could. Max just nodded, and smiled. He was too polite for his own good.

Zelda took a deep breath. An audience of one, she thought. Somehow, discussing this niche interest of hers seemed less daunting when there was a crowd. She stood up from her chair, clearing her throat as she began to pace back and forth at the front of the almost-empty classroom.

"For... Hundreds of years, um..." Zelda had an entire diatribe prepared, but now as she began to speak, she became acutely aware of what she was actually saying. It sounded much more stupid coming out of her mouth than it had in her notes. "People have wondered... About the ability to enter altered states of mind..." She paused glancing in Max's direction, half expecting the mouse to have magically disappeared. "And one of those ways is hypnotism." She paused, realizing she had already managed to accidentally leave out an entire sentence or two. "Hypnotism is... The act of bringing a subject into a state in which they have... Increased susceptibility to suggestion... And, um." She quickly turned on her heels, facing Max. "Do any of you know what that state is called?" The words shot out of her mouth, over-rehearsed to the point of being unable to correct them for the circumstance. "Er... Do... Do you know, Max?" she self-edited.

Max didn't look completely bored, sitting there with his hands clasped on top of his desk. "Can I... Have a hint?"

"It starts with a 'T'," she told her singular student.

"Tuh-... Too-... Tee-..." Max glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to come up with an answer.

"It's 'trance', Max," she told him, running out of patience. She turned towards the board. Grabbing a marker, she wrote the word and underlined it. "A trance is the intended outcome of hypnosis. The act of putting someone into a trance, is called an 'induction'." She jotted the emphasized word above the first. "And, once the person is in that trance, they become... Suggestible." The last vocabulary word found its spot underneath the other two. "So, to summarize. The act of hypnosis is using an induction, to induce a trance, which causes the person to become suggestible." She tapped each of the words as she said them, drawing arrows between the terms to illustrate their ordering.

Zelda's tail twitched as she felt something slightly uncomfortable bubble up inside of her. She took a deep breath. Was she not even able to get through a simple explanation without getting turned on? She had tried to keep it as clinical as possible, and even then it had managed to tickle a very particularly tuned part of her psyche. She thought she'd been able to hide it well, at least, but the slight movement in her peripheral vision made her suspect her body language was betraying her. Her ears flicked slightly, trying to listen. Had he noticed? Or was she just imagining it? She steeled herself once again, then turned to face her one audience member.

"Any questions?"

The mouse tapped a finger against his cheek for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. "Seems pretty straightforward to me!" If he had picked up on Zelda's specific fondness for hypnotism, he was doing a decent job of hiding it. His next words though, had Zelda thinking otherwise. "Are you gonna show how it works?"

"Well..." Zelda swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry. "I suppose that depends, are you offering yourself as a demonstration?" The words spilled from her mouth, as if her tongue could hardly control their volume. The way the mouse tilted his head made her feel like she was being more obvious than intended. It was clear she was excited about the prospect.

Max, of course, didn't have the specific details as to why Zelda would be so eager to perform hypnosis on somebody, even if he could sense her enthusiasm. "Yeah, sure, sounds fun!" His words made it sound like he was agreeing to play a board game, not engaging in an activity that was more commonly seen in bedrooms, than classrooms.

Zelda fought a grin, not at all convincingly hiding the thrill in her eyes. "Well, how do you want it?" she asked, hardly even processing the words she had said before realizing what she was asking.

Max's head tilted to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Oh." Zelda embarrassingly realized she had skipped a chunk of explanation in her excitement. "There are multiple ways to induce a trance," she explained. The base level nerves had all but evaporated from the cat. She looked like she was having fun even, explaining all the intricacies of her extremely niche hobby.

The mouse appeared to accept that without too much trouble, nodding. "I see. Well, what do you think would work best for me?"

Asked so directly, Zelda couldn't help but let her imagination wander a bit. There was, of course, one way that crept into her mind. Her favorite, as silly as having a favorite was. The very thought of it had her ears heating up.

"I guess... A spiral would be fairly effective..." Her eyes looked away, staring off towards the wall. There was no way the mouse was going to let her get away with that, she thought.

"A spiral?" The mouse repeated. "Are they really that good?"

Zelda's cheeks reddened, realizing she would have to elaborate. "I mean... They're, um." Her voice had dropped an octave or two. "They've been known to induce some very... Pleasant trances," she admitted.

"Oh! Neat!" the mouse enthused, not at all seeming to catch the subtext that was all but spilling out of Zelda's every word. "Do I need to like... Do anything?" He sat straight up in his seat, watching Zelda intently with an expression of genuine curiosity.

Zelda's mind raced. The idea of hypnotizing someone, someone willing, was having a definite effect on her. It almost made her feel powerful. Her imagination had already begun churning. There was something she could have him do. Maybe. Possibly. The temptation was overwhelming.

"Yes, actually..." Her voice was soft, yet she spoke with an air of confidence. "There is something... One thing, that's helpful when being hypnotized." This was going to test how pliable the mouse really was.

Max nodded eagerly. He was being very cooperative. "What is it?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly at her suggestive tone.

Zelda had to suppress the excitement that bubbled up within her. She managed a fairly even expression, and stood up straighter as she put her hands behind her back, looking as much as a teacher as she could muster.

"In order to fully embrace the trance that will be put over you," she said, sounding very authoritative, "It is best to strip off any clothing that might cause... Discomfort." The mouse didn't respond, instead staring up at her with his head tilted. Zelda continued, a bit of excitement leaking into her words. "This is not strictly required, but the experience is much more satisfying if the subject feels free and relaxed... As a suggestion, I would advise that you... Remove your shirt."

It took the mouse a moment to catch up to Zelda's suggestion. Once it hit him, though, he didn't seem all that shocked. "Oh! Alright," he responded, his voice betraying not even a hint of nerves. He hopped out of his seat, standing next to his chair with a hand already on the top button of his shirt.

"Um--" Zelda blinked. She had been expecting a bit of protest. Maybe an attempt at negotiating. Not this casual agreement. Did somebody get to him before she did, or something?

The mouse proceeded to pop the first button on his shirt. "Just to be clear," Max asked, his eyes flicking towards Zelda, "You said you want me to... Strip, right?"

Zelda gulped, and nodded. "Just the shirt, if that's... Alright..." Her gaze was glued to the mouse. He undid another button on his shirt, then paused. Zelda wondered if he was getting nervous, then noticed a small, almost mischievous smirk. He was toying with her. Zelda considered that the mouse was more aware of what was going on than he had originally let on.

"We might want to lock that," Max mentioned, nodding towards the door.

A loud huff escaped Zelda's mouth. "What do you think is going to happen? It's just hypnosis." The mouse's coy grin only grew bigger. Despite her own words, Zelda did walk over to the door and click the lock shut, dimming the lights while she was by the switch. The room darkened, leaving just enough light to maneuver her way back to the front of the class.

Zelda could see Max finish removing his shirt in the faint light. She took a moment to appreciate the few details she could see. The outline of his arms, his bare torso, his shirt slipping off his shoulders down to the floor. A grin pulled at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glinting mischievously in the near-dark as Max returned to his seat, his hands folded together neatly.

Zelda grabbed a remote off the teacher's desk. She clicked on the room's projector, helping to fill the room with light once again. On the wall behind her, she projected a video she had previously saved for much less educational purposes. An endless swirl, spiraling inward towards the center of the screen.

"Now, if you're ready..." Zelda hit play on the video. The black and white spiral began to turn, the rotation of the pattern making it look like its outstretched arms were moving endlessly towards the screen. "We can begin..." Zelda's voice dipped into a lower register. Though it was slightly foreign to her, she tried her best to make her voice sound more... Sensual, rather than its usual monotone.

"Look directly into the center of the spiral, Max," she instructed the mouse. She watched him follow her order, looking where he was directed. The assured smile on his face seemed almost to suggest that he was doing all of this just for her own benefit. Zelda tried to ignore it.

"Focus only on the pattern, and the sound of my voice."

The mouse nodded. He seemed very at ease so far, and didn't seem to have any qualms with following along despite his potential disbelief.

"Allow yourself to become aware of... Every part of your body," she began, paying close attention to Max's face, watching for any subtle shift in his expression. His pupils didn't so much as twitch as he stared into the spiral. "Your shoulders... Your hands... Your feet... Every muscle, and every joint..." Zelda's ears flicked slightly as she caught the faint sound of a deep breath, the first sign that the mouse was truly feeling anything at all.

"Breathe slowly," Zelda told Max, trying to catch the hook that he had inadvertently laid out for her. "Filling your lungs fully, then letting it gently release..." Zelda found herself following her own words, as if to demonstrate to her pupil exactly what she wanted him to do. "Every time you exhale... You find yourself... A bit more relaxed."

She watched him, the mouse's mouth opening to take in a large breath. Zelda's extremities tingled with anticipation, static building up in her chest. In one long, smooth exhale, Max released the air he had held, a soft sound escaping with it.

Zelda's eyes focused in on Max's face, an undeniable feeling unfurling as she noticed the mouse's expression softening ever so slightly with every breath. The change in the mouse was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. She sucked air in through her teeth. This... This was hot.

"As your body relaxes..." Zelda's tail curled in the air behind her as she watched the mouse's bare chest expand with each breath. "So too, do your thoughts. Let your mind start to empty..." A twinge of excitement jolted through her. She tried her best to focus on the instructions, on the lesson itself, and not how... Hot this was making her. "All the thoughts that are floating through your head... Let them fade away. Watch them... Spin off... Into the spiral... Until all you can think of... Is my voice. How calm it makes you feel."

She heard another noise, this time a small giggle. Though, it didn't sound like the absentminded giggle of a hypnotized thrall. It didn't seem fully at her expense, either, more like the mouse was laughing with her, at the absurdity of it all. There was something there, though, Zelda could tell. She would have to work him, but if she could just pull him down a little further...

"Focus on the spiral, Max," Zelda reminded, almost scolded him. Max nodded. He seemed to realize that he wasn't fully giving himself to the experience, shifting slightly in his chair. He sat up more straight, and focused.

"Yes, ma'am."

The fur on the back of Zelda's neck stood at attention. It was like the mouse knew exactly how to push her buttons. Just how aware of Zelda's proclivities was he? This induction was starting to get away from her, but she had an idea of how to regain control.

"Let's go back to focusing on your breathing..." Zelda reached for the remote, hitting a button to make the spiral spin faster. "With every breath... You begin to feel more heavy. Like a great weight is resting on top of you. Pinning you to your seat. You don't want to move. You just want to sit, and listen..."

Zelda's keen eyes noticed Max shifting somewhat in his seat. "Don't fight it," she quickly added. "Just relax... Feel comfortable in the stillness. Breathe in... Out..." Zelda demonstrated. The mouse took the opportunity to mimic her. "In... And out..." The cat's eyebrow raised. Max had stopped fidgeting. Perhaps he was finally starting to take her instruction seriously.

"In... Out... In... Out..." Zelda chiseled away at his resistance with every repetition. She watched his shoulders begin to slowly sink, his body start to relax. His chest rose as he pulled in another deep breath. As he exhaled, Zelda spoke, trying to catch the moment when the mouse's guard was most down.

"And as you relax further... You begin to feel yourself slip away..." She watched for his reaction. The mouse blinked, once. "Away from the classroom. From your body." Zelda noticed his hands starting to twitch, ever so slightly. The playful smile had all but drained from the mouse's face, replaced with a look that almost conveyed confusion. His lips remained barely parted, his brow upturned just the slightest amount, as though he were trying to puzzle something trapped on the tip of his tongue.

"Away from your thoughts." Zelda spoke as softly as she could whilst staying audible. Max's ears swiveled forward, as if trying to pick up every sound.

"As you slip... Further... And further... Into deep, deep relaxation..."

Max blinked again. His expression continued to soften, as though he was having increasing trouble keeping his thoughts in his head. Like every time his eyes closed, some part of his mind fluttered away into the air. The confusion melted from his face, replaced with a sort of vacancy that had Zelda's mouth practically watering. She cleared her throat, and continued.

"Relaxed... Empty... Mindless... Thoughtless." Zelda's words lolled the mouse's head to the side. The blankness of his expression began to warp into one of curiosity. Zelda thought he might even have been... Pouting, with his lip sticking out slightly. The look in his eyes grew hazy, and his brow furrowed a tiny amount. His iris swirled as he stared off into the spiral's center.

She had her hooks in him. She was pulling him down. He was close, closer. Almost there... Zelda's tail thrashed behind her.

"Forget everything else. Nothing else exists." Zelda took another breath, the tension in her body forcing her voice into a higher register. Her tongue ran along the edges of her teeth. "Only... My voice." Her chest heaved with anticipation. "And the spiral." Zelda watched the corners of the mouse's mouth curve upwards as he let out a faint noise. Max blinked once more, slowly, labored, as if shaking off the last dregs of consciousness.

Zelda watched him struggle, self-indulgent pleasure pooling within her. She knew now exactly what she wanted. Or she had always known, and didn't have the nerve to admit it. But now, it was right in front of her, waiting. The more she thought about it, the more clear the vision became. She wanted; she needed to go further. To sink the mouse deep into blissful emptiness. To whisk every last thought from his head.

"Can you hear me?" Zelda asked softly. "Are you here, Max?" She kept her eyes on his, searching for some hint that she'd pushed him as far as she wanted to. She left her spot at the front of the classroom, walking over to stand behind his chair. She draped her arms over his shoulders. "How do you feel?" Her fingertips danced along the bare fur that covered Max's chest. She couldn't help but feel possessive of the mouse.

Zelda's touch forced a small squeak from the mouse like she had snuck up on him. He mouthed silent words as though he had momentarily forgotten how to speak. "Feels... Good," Max eventually responded, his words floating lazily in the air. His smile widened as Zelda's claws traced around his collarbone, gently teasing at the sensitive flesh around it.

"I want you to tell me about this feeling," Zelda said, a mischievous smirk on her lips. "How does this feeling... Feel?" It wasn't her best work.

"I feel... Warm."

"You feel warm," Zelda echoed, the tips of her claws tickling the mouse's chin. "What about it?"

Max leaned back, though his eyes remained trained on the spiral's center. "Warm. Comfortable." He seemed to like the way her fingers curled under his jaw as well, the gentle caress causing his words to stutter. It certainly seemed that Zelda was working the mouse in her desired direction. But, there were ways to be more sure.

"Mhm. And, Max, where are you?" Zelda asked. "Can you tell me where you are, right now?"

"Mmm..." The mouse shifted in his seat, as though trying to cobble together an answer to the question was causing him discomfort. "I'm..." His face twisted slightly. "I can't remember..."

A jolt of excitement zipped down Zelda's spine. "You don't need to remember," Zelda assured him. She felt a shiver of delight when she noticed the way the mouse's face relaxed at her words, watching the momentary confusion clear from his expression at her suggestion.

"Do you know why you feel like this, Max?" Zelda's hands came up to rest on the mouse's shoulders, gently squeezing them.

"I don't..." Max's voice was low, like his words were being pulled from his throat. The look of confusion returned for just a moment, as he seemed to try to reconcile why that was. "Why...?"

Zelda couldn't help the smirk on her face as she pulled her lips right up to Max's ear. "It's because of me..." she breathed. Zelda delighted in the way his body twitched in response. He nodded along as she continued. "You don't want to resist, do you? You want me to keep making you feel good... And warm."

The mouse didn't say anything in response. Zelda wasn't sure if it was because he had forgotten how to speak, or if the answer was so obvious to him he didn't need to.

"You want to..." Zelda's voice caught in her own throat for a second. She felt dumb, and powerful, and desperate, and confident. Conflicting thought patterns bubbled through her mind, as she landed on what she wanted from the mouse, more than anything. "Obey."

Zelda watched the mouse's head nod lazily in front of her, Max's mouth open just slightly. She smiled, and squeezed his shoulder a bit more firmly. "Use your words."

Max took in a slow, deep breath, his body shifting beneath Zelda's grasp. "I want to obey."

A very distinct, very aroused feeling twisted itself up in Zelda's stomach as she heard the mouse's words. The sound of Max saying what she had only ever heard in her most heated fantasies, a confirmation of how deep she had managed to pull him under her control. "Say it again," she ordered.

"I want... To obey," Max repeated. The words didn't lose their sweetness upon hearing them a second time.

"Obey me?" Zelda pressed, her heart quickening.

"Obey... You." The words hung in the air as Max exhaled the last syllable, his voice coming out as little more than a breathy whisper.

Zelda felt as though a knot inside of her was uncoiling. A powerful rush filled her chest, a wave of arousal and pleasure washing over her with every word the mouse spoke. She didn't want him to stop.

"Once more. One more time," Zelda purred into his ear, her other hand sliding down the mouse's front, caressing his bare torso. Her fingers traced around his bellybutton before dipping lower, teasing at the waist of his shorts.

"Obey...," Max moaned, the words tapering off into a strained whimper. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily towards her touch. "I want to obey you, I..."

The mouse seemed to run dry of words as Zelda's touch trailed further down. Electricity shot through her fingertips, up her arm. She felt his arousal through his clothes, his cock forcing the fabric of his shorts to bulge. "Oh, Max..." She palmed the stiff bulge, pressing her fingers into the tender flesh, rubbing it slowly. The fact that she could have put him in such a state through an induction made Zelda's head spin with excitement. "Do you... Like doing what I tell you, Max?" Her breathy voice gave away her own arousal.

Max nodded enthusiastically, as if any further verbal answer would be too much for him to muster.

"Prove it," Zelda instructed, a mischievous smile on her face as she walked back towards the front of the classroom. She rested her backside against the teacher's desk, basking in the soft glow of the spiral projected behind her. She put her arms behind herself, hands bracing against the edge of the table. Her tail swished slowly through the air as she waited.

Max began to pull himself from his seat, albeit slowly. Eventually, he was on his feet next to his desk, gently swaying back and forth. He stood with an air of uncertainty, a lack of confidence in his own actions. His eyes slowly flicked from Zelda, to the spiral, a distinct absence of thought behind his lenses. Zelda realized he needed, or perhaps wanted, more instruction.

"Take off your shorts," Zelda clarified. She watched his hands slowly reach to grip at the sides of the athletic shorts he was wearing, thumbs hooked into the elastic that held them to his person. Bending over, he pulled the garment to his knees, letting them fall down around his ankles before returning upright.

The mouse's cock was swollen to an impressive degree, stiffly erect. Zelda's eyes were trained on the dark patch of precum that stained the front of his underwear. Her brain tickled with the thought that she could make someone's body react like this, to sway their thoughts to the point it manifested so physically. Her ears folded back in pleasure.

"Come here," Zelda beckoned him. She pushed the items on the teacher's desk aside, making a space for her to sit atop of. Her eyes followed the mouse as he stepped forward out of his shorts, trudging as though the world were spinning too quickly around him. His eyes, glazed over, stared past her as he shambled forwards, planting himself just a few feet away from the cat.

Zelda observed his cock twitching through his underpants. A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. She probably could have made him cum right then, she thought. With just a few simple words, he'd be finished, spilling all over his underwear and onto the classroom floor. It was a nice thought, but she had other plans for him in mind.

"Max..." she began. Her fingertips graced along the top buttons of her shirt. "Look at me, Max..." He lowered his gaze from the spiral, his eyes lazily focusing in on the cat sitting in front of him. She began to slowly unfasten her shirt, taking her time undoing each button.

Max's eyes tracked from hers, to the bare skin that she was now exposing. He watched her, unable to move as her blouse came loose. She shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders, letting it fall onto the desk behind her. As she began to reach to unfasten her bra, she caught something. It was brief, but she was looking for it. A flicker of lucidity which passed over the mouse's face as he watched the cat undress. The smallest hint that Max hadn't gone completely comatose. Some part of him was still present, enjoying this.

"You... Seem like you want to do more than just stare." Zelda smirked as she pulled her bra from her person, freeing her chest. Her fur prickled, the classroom's cool air caressing her exposed nipples. The mouse's lips parted enough for his tongue to be visible as he gazed at her breasts.

"What do you want to do, Max? Do you want to..." Zelda felt as though she had gotten zapped. Her tail flicked aggressively, her body reacting to the surge of heat that was coursing through her. She inhaled deeply for a moment, holding it in her chest before she allowed it to all flow out in a single, breathy moan. "...Fuck me?"

Zelda's mind buzzed as her own hedonistic pleasure spiked. This was it. To be desired, to be so utterly captivating that people would relinquish control over their own minds to have her. Max's slow nod of agreement was almost enough to finish her off by itself. She could have him, any way she wished. With a snap of her fingers, he could be looming over her, pushing her down into the desk she was sitting on.

But even that wasn't enough. That wasn't enough power. She wanted him, but still it fell woefully short. For Zelda, it wasn't a matter of want. It was a matter of need. She felt compelled, unable to stop herself from pushing Max to the absolute limit of his desire, until he couldn't stand it.

"You'll have to wait," Zelda told him. She felt a bubble of warped elation pop in the back of her mind as she watched a brief look of disappointed need flash across Max's face. Her fingers slipped between the waist of her skirt, shimmying it off of herself, pulling her panties along with it. Her tail flicked in the air, the fabric dropping onto the ground. She spread her legs, exposing herself in a way she never had before. Her hand dipped down, brushing up against her sex, pulling moisture onto her fingertips as she began to slowly pet along her slit. A wad of drool trickled out over Max's lower lip, as he tilted his head downward to watch her. His hand slowly began to inch towards his pulsing, aching member.

"No," Zelda hissed like she was disciplining a pet. The word seemed to shake Max to his core. His eyes went wide for a moment, and his hand dropped back down to his side. "Don't touch. Just watch me." Zelda felt absolutely evil. The fact that she derived such pleasure from being so cruel wasn't totally lost on her, but the intoxicating allure of such absolute power over someone pushed the self-reflecting thoughts far towards the back of her mind.

Her fingertip pressed against her entrance, slowly circling the warm flesh. She used two fingers to spread herself, revealing her wet, pink insides. She watched Max gaze longingly, studying his features as she teased him.

"Horny, Max?" Zelda giggled, her fingers spreading herself further open. Max nodded slowly. Zelda frowned, looking suddenly very authoritative. "Use your words," she reminded him.

Zelda watched a thin, sticky thread of saliva drop off from Max's lip as he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm horny," the mouse murmured, his voice more high pitched and needy than she had ever heard before.

"You want to fuck me, really badly, don't you?" Zelda asked in an almost sing-song tone. She heard Max swallow loudly, his voice coming out as barely a crack.

"Yes."

Zelda's fingers slipped back upwards, kneading against her clit. The pad of her fingertip, slick and shiny with her own juices, swirled in small circles around the spot. "What if I don't let you?" she mused.

Max's voice cracked again, but this time no words were produced. Just an anguished, high pitched noise.

"Would that make you upset, Max? Not getting to cum?"

The mouse nodded quickly, the most rapid movement he had managed since getting put under. The way his chest raised and lowered with his quick breathing made him look disheveled and ragged, like the teasing was taking years off his life.

"Words," Zelda reminded him. She was almost cruel.

Max whined as though the words had been ripped from him, forced from his throat. "Yes. Please. Please." It sounded like he had been robbed of the ability to say anything else. His head tipped forward, his face twisting into something almost unrecognizable from his normally amicable smile.

"What if I don't let you fuck me? What then?" she asked. Her finger pressed down more firmly, massaging her clit, pulling the skin around it as she teased herself. Her own voice felt strained, the teasing and edging beginning to affect her almost as much as the mouse she was talking to.

"Please, please..." Max mewled, almost whimpering, his words tapering off in a repetitious monotone, his mind stuck on repeat. He didn't appear to have an answer to her question.

"Please what?" Zelda panted, her chest rising and falling. The muscles in her thighs felt strained from holding her legs open. Her hand was moving quickly now, fingers spreading the wetness that coated her lower lips as she ground against her clit.

"I want to... Fuck... Fuck..." Max's desperation was at last vocalized, a strained whine escaping from between his teeth. He was finally at the end of his rope. The look on his face told Zelda everything she needed to know. She pulled her hand away from herself, inviting the mouse closer with a dripping finger.

"Come here."

Max didn't waste a moment. He closed the gap between the two of them, practically tripping over himself. Zelda closed her legs before he got too close, blocking off the object of his desires for her own purposes. She bent forward, fingertips hooking into the elastic band that was holding his briefs up. With a swift tug, she brought them down around his thighs.

"What... The fuck." Zelda gasped, and almost laughed as the mouse's cock sprung free, bouncing up and down. Max wasn't a very large guy, being a mouse. He was a good few inches shorter than Zelda. Which is what made it all the more surprising just how well endowed he was, especially by Zelda's somewhat inexperienced standards. It was big enough that it could hardly hold itself up, the shaft bending ever so slightly under its own weight. The head looked positively engorged with blood, pulsing, a dribble of precum lazily cascading down towards the floor. It was so... Stiff, and... And...

Zelda swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. Max's tip poked into the soft flesh of her thigh as she held him there by the waistband of his underwear. She looked up at him, watching him drool onto the floor, staring back at her with an expression of absolute desperation.

She released her grip, and allowed her legs to spread, her wetness having seeped into the fur lining her inner thighs, the plush fluff surrounding her pussy glistening in the dim classroom's light. Gracefully, she wrapped her legs around Max's waist, pulling him close to her. She could feel the thick slab of meat twitch expectantly as it laid across her stomach, which caught in her throat at the thought of just how far inside of her it could reach.

"Max..." Zelda gripped the edge of the desk she was sitting on. "Look up... Look at the spiral..." She felt the mouse's cock flex against her tummy, a slick trail of precum oozing along her stomach. His eyes followed her instructions, staring directly into the center of the pattern. The black and white colors seemed to make his face contort, as though they were making the room spin.

"Focus on the sound of my voice..." Zelda's breath faltered as she pulled her hips back. The underside of Max's cock dragged against her sex, the mouse whimpering from just the slightest sensation. Zelda's breath came out in ragged pants, her ears flattening as her body buzzed with the thought of what she was about to do. She slowly let the weight of the mouse's stiff member press against the sensitive entrance, the tip just barely kissing at her lips.

"Fuck me. Max."

The once almost eerily silent classroom filled with a chorus of lewd sounds. Max's whimpers of need, the slick squelch of misplaced fluids, the muffled smack of fur against fur as max bucked his hips, burying himself in Zelda's depths. Zelda couldn't hold back the loud, pleasured moan that forced its way out of her throat. He was deep, deeper than she'd ever felt before. Deeper than she maybe ever had thought possible. It became quickly clear that neither of them were going to last very long.

Max's mouth was open, his face twisted between desperate desire and blissful elation as he let his body move on autopilot. His hips pistoned back and forth, pounding into Zelda as she laid on the desk, her arms sprawled out to her sides. He pulled out just enough that only his head remained inside, before ramming it back in with as much force as he could manage. Zelda could barely keep her own mind clear with all the sensations, now basking in a different, but similar mindlessness to the mouse as she was rutted.

Zelda's back arched up off the desk as she let the mouse use her, his slick cock thrusting in and out, pulling at the insides of her that begged for him to stay. Every stroke sent a jolt up her body, her mind starting to fog over as an all-too-familiar feeling began to boil up to the surface.

"M...Max!" She forced herself to speak through the fog, trying to keep her grip on lucidity. She dug her claws into the desk as her eyes fluttered up. She had to keep talking. She couldn't stop talking. If she stopped, she'd slip into that place. The place Max was in. The place where his mind had floated off to, his eyes rolling upwards as he gasped for breath.

"Can... You hear me? Max?" Zelda's head tilted back, towards the wall behind her. She could see it. The spiral. "Max... Hah..." She watched it turn. Spinning faster. The colors whirling. "Max..." The colors looked so good. The pattern was so beautiful. It made her mind swim, watching it spin. Spinning and spinning. "M... M..." It made her feel... Good. It felt... Good to watch. It made her feel... So... Warm...

Zelda felt something hot spread out inside of her, tendrils of heat emanating from her core. It spread through her body. Her fingertips. Her ears. Her tail. It made her eyes feel heavy as she stared at the spiral. It all felt so goddamn good. "Oh..." She moaned softly, the sound of her voice so far away from the commanding presence it had been just minutes ago, it might have well been a different person speaking.

A lazy, self-satisfied smile pulled at the edges of her mouth. She felt something hot, heavy, and wet press against her thigh. She blinked slowly. She could feel a trickle of hot fluid dribble down, pooling around her ass. She didn't mind. She stared into the spiral. She heard a soft sigh from somewhere around her. The spiral was beautiful. It was the last thing she remembered seeing. She felt a set of lips press against hers, as the last of her thoughts melted away.