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Snakes and Rabbits 2 (Fate Hypno)
🕑 Added 2020-05-13 17:08:29 +0000 UTCHappy Wednesday folks! I hope all is going well for everyone out there. This week's offering is a small sequel to an old piece, this time with more of a hypnosis feel! I hope you enjoy.
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(Contains hypnosis, Breast Expansion, and Petrification)
There are many things said of the great King Arthur. The Legend alludes to wisdom, power, savvy and patience. Even those who knew her knew her to be almost inhuman in ability and in mind. But just as none of those legends thought to mention her true gender…
A lot of them figured that mentioning just how sore of a loser she is was also something they could miss. It just didn’t fit with the King of Knights image. But there was a reason the myth rarely mentioned sporting tournaments at Camelot.
With this in mind it should come as no surprise that when the latest summoning of Artoria (Ruler) discovered that she was locked out of guard duty roster for Gorgon, she took it rather poorly. The fact that the previous instance of her had vanished without a trace made things worse. As soon as she discovered that, there was no way to avert her seeking the snake out to prove herself the victor.
“Again?” Hissed the shadows as she strode in, her heels clacking against the stone floor. “Silly little rabbit, I thought you would have learned your lesson the last time you came into my den.”
“I’m stubborn,” the ruler said by way of explanation. “And the past is the past. You’ll not be rid of me so easily this time.”
In truth, Artoria had no idea what had happened to her previous self – the connections between servant incarnations were somewhat tenuous, even for someone as involved in the servant system as she. She shared some memories from her other selves, but not all. Indeed, she could remember marching into this cave before, though what happened after grew… fuzzy. But she saw no reason to let Gorgon suspect how little she knew.
“No? Hmm…” The snake slithered out of the darkness, her powerful form towering over her would-be keeper. “Then perhaps we shall play a different game, little rabbit.”
Artoria wasn’t intimidated, despite the size difference. “I’m not here to play games, Gorgon.”
The legendary monster’s lips twitched. “Dressed like that? You could have fooled me. Don’t you own a casino?” She slid in closer, her lower body coiling around her prey. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”
“Of you?” The bunny eared hero raised a single blonde eyebrow in disbelief. “Hardly.”
“Then what do you have to lose?”
Some think that the weakness of King Arthur is her dragon affinity, or her inhuman seeming nature as a ruler. No. It’s definitely the sore loser thing.
“Hmph. So be it.” The bunny girl smirked and folded her arms, absently pushing up her chest. “Name your challenge. And when I win, you give your word that you’ll behave yourself from now on.”
Gorgon smirked. “Oh, I always behave myself little rabbit. But if you’re game for a challenge, how about a staring contest?”
The casino king’s smug gaze flattened. “You think me a fool? I am not going to have a staring contest with the mystic eyes of petrification. I’m insulted that you’d even try such a blatant ploy.”
“Oh relax. If I petrified you in the middle of our contest you’d win! Stone can’t blink after all.” Gorgon chuckled and raised a hand. “Where would the fun be in that? Here, I swear, I shall not use my mystic eyes of petrification in our contest.”
“And I’m to trust your word?”
“Monster’s honor.”
“…” The king let out an annoyed sigh. “Very well. I’ll assume even one such as you has some sort of honor. So how shall we do this?”
Gorgon sank down, sitting her upper body on a circle of coils. “It’s a simple concept. We lock eyes, and the first to break in any fashion loses. Or is that a difficult concept for a rabbit to understand?”
Artoria’s eyes narrowed. “Enough of your insults. Let us settle this then.” And she locked eyes with her opponent, already certain of her victory. Gorgon was, after all, a beast – her self-control was abysmal. No matter how proud she was, her ability would be lacking. The snake would blink, and the ruler would finally feel at ease in her victory once more. “Do you truly think you can win this battle? Save yourself some pain and surrender now. Surely rubbing your eyes with those claws is too dangerous to risk.”
“Loud words from a small rabbit,” Gorgon responded, her eyes just as focused as Artoria’s own. “But I’ve heard those before. Be careful not to let your attention wander, little one. When prey stops watching a predator, the predator strikes~”
The bunny king chuckled. “You need not concern yourself. My gaze will not wander.”
“No?” The snake leaned in. “But surely you are already feeling tired. This is stressful work, is it not?” There was something odd about her pupils. The colour of her irises seemed to be shifting. “Don’t slip, little rabbit, don’t blink. Don’t look away for even a moment, or I will have my way with you~”
Artoria fought the urge to grimace. She did feel tired all of a sudden – but she would never let her opponent sense such a weakness from her. “Surely you are the one feeling fatigued? Cold blooded creatures do exhaust themselves quickly…”
“Oh, but I’m not the one feeling sleepy, am I dear?” Gorgon’s amusement was palpable. Artoria could feel it almost as strongly as she felt the urge to fall asleep. The snake’s eyes were shining brighter, filling with a spiralling pattern of light. “Just look at you. You’re barely standing upright at all.”
That wasn’t right… was it? She wasn’t that weak. And yet… She could feel herself starting to slump, her arms feeling like heavy weights pulling her down. It was all she could do to keep herself staring into Gorgon’s eyes. “I’m… I’m fine…” She said, trying to rally. “I won’t… won’t…”
“You won’t last another minute at this rate,” Gorgon cut her off, her voice sounding smug, and yet somehow comforting. Soft. Gentle. “Here, silly little thing. Sit down.” Her tail swept in, carefully knocking her prey’s legs out from under her and forcing her to sit on a chair of coils. “There. Isn’t that better? Now you can stop worrying about standing up, and just focus on my eyes.” The spiralling colours, pinks, purples and whites, began to speed up.
“B… better…” Yes, that was better. Now Artoria could focus completely on those pretty… spinning… “Wait…” She managed, her eyelids starting to flutter despite her best efforts. “Y-you’re doing something…”
“I’m not using my eyes of petrification. That was what we agreed to, wasn’t it?” The spiral, the colors, they filled her head… Made it so difficult to remember… But… That was right, yes… She could remember that. She nodded slowly. “So there’s no need to be rude. I’m being very patient with you, sleepy little rabbit – the least you could do is show some courtesy in return.”
The sleepy little rabbit’s head spun, so full and thick with color that she couldn’t think of a way to deny the charge. “Sssssorrry…” She slurred, the spiraling lights starting to reflect in her eyes.
Gorgon chuckled and stroked the king’s hair, her tail slowly sliding upwards around her prey’s body, coiling around her legs and hips. “There there. That’s alright dear. You’re just tired, so very tired, and making silly mistakes. Here, I’ll wrap you up nice and warm…” Her tail slid around the bun’s waist and chest, pushing her breasts up. “And you can get some rest, hm? Just let your tired eyes close…” The colors spun so fast they appeared as a solid blur. “And sleep.”
That sounded like a good idea. Artoria’s eyes fluttered again, one eye closing and opening, then the other, before both started to drift down. “Thank yoouuuu…” She yawned, the colors filling her head completely… And then her head dropped, eyes sealed shut, a quiet snore already emerging from her lips.
Gorgon smiled and enjoyed the sight of her foolish ‘keeper’ ensnared so completely… And then tightened her coils, giving the bun a squeeze so strong that it popped her tits right out of her leotard, and shot her spiral filled eyes wide open once again, a ping echoing through her head as her brain shut down entirely.
“Well look at that,” the snake laughed, enjoying the brainless smile that now spread over her rabbit’s mindless features. “Looks like I win again, dear. And does our two-time loser have anything to say about that?”
“Only that I must really be a rabbit brained moron to think I could win against you, Mistress!” Artoria answered, her tone as light and airy as her head. “I can’t believe I came to be beaten by you twice! I must really be a top tier loser to keep hunting down my own obliteration like this. It’s a good thing I have you to show me how stupid I am, Mistress!”
“Indeed~” Gorgon purred, delighting in her prey’s submission. “You’re a very lucky rabbit, aren’t you? But I fear you’re going to be a danger to yourself if I let you wander off with all those foolish brains of yours still in your head. Here, let me take care of those for you…”
And the snake leaned forward, her hands reaching down to seize the entranced king’s bare tits. The king, for her part, didn’t struggle, instead presenting herself forwards for a better grip – as best as she could, anyway, most of her body still wrapped up in coils. “Oh please do, Mistress. Obviously I can’t be left to my own devices if I’m truly this-Ohhhh~”
Her hypnosis induced self-flagellation was cut off as her mistress and owner began to squeeze her breasts, massaging them with surprisingly sensual care for such a massive monster. Soon the brainless bun was panting and moaning, squirming in the snake’s tight grip as pleasure flooded her body.
“Do you like that, pet? Are you enjoying my hands on your tits?”
“Ahhh… Ohh… I… I ahmmmm- I am Mistressss!” The king cried, her tongue hanging from her mouth as her body shuddered.
“Mmm, good. But can you imagine what it would feel like if I could grip even more? If your chest was even bigger?”
Her only answer this time was a desperate wail of a moan.
“Yes, you want it, don’t you? Then let me help. Look me in the eyes, pet. Look me in the eyes, and let me turn those stupid brains of yours down into lovely tit-flesh~”
Artoria couldn’t disobey – she couldn’t even think of the concept. All she could do was raise her head and meet the… bright… spiraling… light…
A low, rumbling groan ran through the bunny’s throat as the force of Gorgon’s power hit her dead between the eyes and liquidated her mind, sending everything that had been held up in her noggin down into her chest, which pulsed, and then swelled outwards, gaining at least three more cup sizes. The snake’s fingers pinched into the new tits deeply, squeezing tight, with savage glee on the monster’s face, not letting up until…
There was a small ‘splurt’ sound, and then fresh white liquid began to spray from the rabbit’s nipples, dripping down her bouncing breasts.
“Oh dear,” said Gorgon, not sounding upset in the slightest. “It looks like not all of your brains made it in. Your old self got turned into milk, and now it’s just drip, drip, dripping away, off into oblivion… My mistake. You don’t mind, do you?”
She looked up into the blank, drooling face of the former king. Artoria’s eyes were rolled up in her head, her mouth hanging open with her tongue lolling out, a steady trickly of saliva making its way down her chin and into the valley of her cleavage. There wasn’t a brain, or even so much as a thought, in her head.
Gorgon smiled. “I thought not.” She stretched, leaning back and relaxing now that the game had ended. “Ah well. That was fun, but it’s time I got back to my nap. Now what should I do with you?” The monster paused, thinking it over. “… Well, I suppose I could always do with a new fountain.”
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Deep in the cave, in a hidden tunnel that never saw the light of day, stood a stone statue of a once and probably never future king, dressed simply in a pair of bunny ears and little else, frozen in the act of tending to herself in what should have been a very private fashion – a thin layer of dust her only company.
Until now, as Gorgon carefully set a new piece down next to it. Just like the first, it depicted a tall, well endowed Artoria with rabbit ears – and nothing else. But this one was different in some regards. For one, its chest was several sizes bigger than the original’s. For another, said breasts constantly bubbled with a thin milky liquid that dripped from her nipples endlessly, tumbling down to the stone floor below in small little milk drops.
Aside from that, they were mostly the same – both former kings looking equally brainless, equally stoned, and equally defeated, as they would for the rest of eternity.
“Mmm. I wonder if this is the start of a whole new collection,” their owner mused, laughing at the pair’s fate, before leaving to return to her lair, to await her next challenger.
The statues, stone right down to their core, awaited nothing. They didn’t think, or feel, or dream. They were simply statues, and they stood in the darkness, their former identities drip, drip, dripping down onto the floor, forgotten and ignored.
Forevermore.
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Bonus:
“Gorgon!” Artoria (Ruler) strode into the cave, her heels clacking against the stone floor. “What have you-Gurk!”
The bunny king stood up ramrod straight, her arms slamming to her sides as though held by magnets. The reason for this was quite obvious – unnoticed by her until it was too late, the king had been observed, and then attacked from the shadows. A large, thick tail had whipped out, moving like a scorpions, and had shoved itself without hesitation or mercy in through one of her ears – and had popped out of the other a moment later.
The bold and prideful king’s eyes crossed, her tongue poking out of her mouth as the tail swirled around a bit, and then, as it pulled itself out with a ‘pop!’, she stiffened entirely.
“I’m tired today, little rabbit,” Gorgon yawned from her bed. “I’ll see to you once I’m done sleeping.”
Artoria didn’t know if snakes hibernated or not – but, in fairness, she didn’t really know anything anymore. Fortunately, servants do not need to eat or drink. Thus, she was content to wait, standing lock stiff at attention, smiling blankly at nothing as drool began to drip onto her chest, until the beast finally awakened, and added her to her stone collection.
