Elmsley/Millie

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[20:39] Elmsley hastily shut the door to his dressing room behind him, almost slamming the darn thing off the hinges. Well... Actually it wasn't even close. The bunny /definitely/ wasn't the strong type. He fiddled with the lock on the door. Damn lock, never seemed to quite get all the way latched. In fact, if somebody just jiggled the handle enough, it was like it wasn't even locked in the first place. Luckily, Elmsley assumed that only he knew about that little 'feature'. His dressing room was sparse. There was a couch, a little area with a mirror and a chair for doing makeup, and a rack of costumes. There were some potted plants scattered around too, but they were all pretty wilted. The theater where he and his boss did their shows was... Not in the greatest of conditions. But, hey, it paid the bills. He scrounged into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a glittering gold pocketwatch, complete with matching golden chain. He let it dangle in front of his face, staring in amazement. He never would have thought that Millie would have been absentminded enough to just leave something like this lying backstage. She must have had to run off in a hurry, or maybe it fell out of her pocket. No matter the case, Elms had it now. Of course, he had seen the pocketwatch before. Many times, actually. He had seen it been used on willing participants (and some not-so-willing), and he had even been the victim of it's power several times in the past. But... He had no idea how the damn thing worked. He was so, so curious. Perhaps, if he could figure it out... He could find some way to counter it! He knew it wasn't right, to do this. It sorta felt like stealing. But... Well... This might be his only chance to figure out how this stupid thing functioned! He'd just mess with it for a little bit, then go tell Millie that he found it somewhere and give it back. No problem.

 

He fiddled with the circular timepiece. He knew it had to open up someway... Oh! There it went, a little latch on the side. He examined the insides. It looks just... Like a normal watch. Hm. He held it riiiight up to his eye, closing the opposite one to look as closely at the little moving hands as he could. Yep. Definitely just /seemed/ like a normal watch. How the hell did this thing turn on? Things always got a little fuzzy when it was used on him. And Millie had specifically instructed him never to look at it when it was being used on other people, something about it being a safety concern. Were you really just supposed to swing it back and forth? He started letting it gently rock in front of his face. No... He didn't feel any different. Plus, it... Probably wasn't a good idea to try to be doing this on himself, either. C'mon... There had to be a switch around here somewhere, right? He sat down on the chair in front of the mirror, holding the back of the watch towards him as he examined the non-clock side. There had to be... Something... Oh! What was this? He found a little indention on the back, it looked like some sort of button, or switch. He pressed it. The watch started to hum the slightest bit. He did it! Alright, now that he knew how it worked he just had to turn it off and... He felt a tuff of hair brush into his field of vision. He moved it out of the way, looking towards the mirror to check that his hair wasn't unsightly. Nope, everything looked fine, and... His eye caught glimpse of the other side of the watch. No longer did it show a regular set of clock hands, slowly ticking away. It had been replaced with a spinning, black and white spiral. It had only just barely caught the corner of his vision. But it was just enough for him to want to look at it more. He rested his eyes on the spiral. It was... Nice. Relaxing. He sighed to himself, slinking back further into his chair, still holding the watch up. Goodness, he just felt... Weightless. He forgot he was even holding the thing up as he looked deeper, and deeper into the spiral, feeling his thoughts flutter away from him. His eyes started to reflect the same patterns he was observing. He started smiling. He felt... Pretty good! Though, his head felt a bit empty. And soon, it felt a lot empty. He sat there, near motionless, just watching the watch in the mirror, completely ignoring the bunny that was so kindly holding it up for him.

 

[20:57] Millie burst into the room, having twisted the handle with such force she'd hardly noticed the door was supposed to be locked. "Elmsley!" She was clearly in a huff, and when she spotted him from behind sitting in the chair, she marched on towards him. "Elmsley, if you stole my watch, love, there's gonna be some seriously unpleasant things going up your-" Wait, that weird posture was... off, somehow. Why wasn't he looking back at her? His arm was up, too. Was he... Oh shit! She flung herself back and hit the deck before she got a view of the mirror, luckily getting an idea of what was going on quick enough to avoid catching a glimpse similar to the one Elmsley had. She sat up, considering how best to approach him. If both of them wound up swirly-eyed and unable to snap the other out of it, she didn't really know what would happen. "Elms, dear," she said gently. "Have you gone and put yourself under on accident? Go ahead and spin that watch back around in front of your face. Riiiight in front of your eyes. You'll get a better view." More importantly, it'd prevent her from seeing it in the mirror, but she didn't really need him concerning himself with that sort of thing.

 

[21:04] Elmsley was far, far gone by the time that the door behind him swung open. He didn't hear the door, he didn't hear his name, and he didn't hear the other rabbit hit the deck as she narrowly avoided the same fate that Elms had succumbed to. He was floating. Or, at least he /thought/ he was floating. His world, and everything in it, was the simple, spinning spiral that he was fixated on. Though he was deep enough in to be able to ignore most of the outside world, he at least had enough brainpower left to use his long ears. He heard a voice. It was familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who exactly it was. Subconsciously, he had always related the voice to... Obedience. He didn't quite understand the first thing the voice said. He had put himself... Under? Under what? He didn't feel very 'under'. In fact, he felt quite 'over'! Like a million bucks, as the dopey grin across his face would let anybody with half a brain more than he now had know. The second thing he heard, though... A... Better view? The bunny in the mirror flipped the watch around, putting it riiiight in Elmsley's face. Yes... Yes this was a much better view! He could appreciate the spiral so much more, from this close!

 

[21:10] Millie gave him a few seconds to comply, before ever-so-carefully peeking up towards the mirror. She was ready to snap back if she saw anything out of place... Not that she knew if that would do any good. Honestly, she remembered that they'd 'demoed' the things for her, but she didn't remember much about it except that she was super impressed. Which, of course, she only later came to realize should be troubling. But, whatever happened - she knew that thing was powerful and she did not wanna get herself caught in it. Fortunately, it looked like she was safe. She crawled around the chair, then hopped up to her feet in front of Elmsley, watching the spirals pulse in his eyes. Ahh, yes. This was most certainly her assistant. "Elmsley, dear. You look quite amateurish right now. You have to swing it if you want to see it really well."

 

[21:16] Elmsley thought about nodding at the voice. But... That would involve moving his head, which meant that he would have to move his eyes, which meant that there was the slightest possibility that he wouldn't be fully focused on the spiral! He couldn't allow that to happen! He attempted to vocalize his compliance, though the attempt came out rather... Poorly. "Mmnngh." That definitely wasn't a word. He wasn't even sure what kind of word he was trying to say. Maybe 'okay'? Or 'yes'? Neither one of those were even close to what he had ended up producing, though luckily he was too far gone to be all to concerned with how dumb he sounded. He had to be very, very careful with his movements. He wanted to see the spiral. He needed it. It was important. It didn't even matter /why/ it was important, because it was important, and that's all that mattered. He didn't want to lose sight of it for a single moment. He carefully started rocking the timepiece back and forth, focusing all the energy he had available into trailing his eyes to and fro with the swinging, golden watch. He seemed intently, intently focused. You know... Minus the fact that he was drooling quite a bit, making a mess of his chin and his front as the saliva spilled out from his mouth. The voice was right! Though, the voice is never wrong, right? He always listened to it, and it made him feel good. He loved the voice. He didn't want to do anything except for listen to the voice, and watch the spiral. His life felt, in a word, perfect.

 

[21:23] Millie shook her head. "Oh, dear. I don't know whether I should wake you up for some punishment you'll remember properly or just bask in the irony of this." For at least a little while, she decided to bask, watching him swing and sway and drool and... Okay yeah no fuck, she wasn't just gonna go and wake him up, who was she kidding? He looked so, so goddamn delicious right then. It was all she could do to keep herself from dropping down and sucking his cute little sleepy cock, but- No, she did need to punish him. And she wasn't thinkin' about pay cuts. "Can you remember your name, love? Say it if you do."

 

[21:27] Elmsley 's brow furrowed as he pondered on the question. His name... That... That didn't have anything to do with the spiral. It was hard, insurmountably hard for him to comprehend what the voice was asking of him. He dug deep, deep into his subconscious. He had to. He had to listen to whatever the voice said, and comply. Even if it was hard, even if it seemed impossible. It was all that mattered. Listening. Obeying. His eyes ticked back and forth, more drool pooled up in his mouth before escaping past the corners of his mouth. He swallowed a bit of it as he finally came to a conclusion. "Elmsley." He wasn't even sure if that was correct. It /seemed/ like it was right. Something inside of him told him so. But, he didn't say it with the utmost conviction, that was for sure. It almost sounded like a question, not a statement. But, even if he wasn't sure, he still felt happy. He had obeyed. And that was good.

 

[21:35] Millie put a hand on his thigh and leaned in over him. "No, dear, but you tried, and that's very good." She was gonna punish him, and she was gonna make him love every second of it. Maybe it was a bit stagey, but hey, gotta stick with what you know. "Your name is, hmm... Amy, dear. It's Amy. You've always been a girl named Amy." She snuck the other little suggestion in there so casually... But she knew he'd probably take it. This wouldn't be the first time she'd made him think he was a woman. But, it was gonna be the first time she did much of anything else with it. "Tell me, dear. Tell me you're a girl named Amy. You like telling the truth and saying what's on your mind and not having to think too much about it," fuck it, his eyes were spinning around, there was no need to hold back, "So tell me, dear. Tell me why a girl named Amy is sitting in this chair with my pocketwatch.

 

[21:42] Elmsley probably would have felt ashamed that she didn't know her own name, given any other circumstances. She felt the slightest twinge of guilt as the voice had to explain to her what her name was. But... At least she tried. That's what the voice said. And that made her feel good. She slightly nodded as the voice explained to her her name, and what her gender truly was. It all seemed so obvious, now. She was Amy. That was right! She had always been Amy, and she had always been a girl. Duh. She let out a contented little sigh as she was issued his next command. "I'm a girl named Amy.", she lazily, sleepily cooed. She loved doing what she was told. It made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. And even on the outside a bit, too. She liked saying what was on her mind, and she liked not having to think about it. "I... It was backstage... I picked it up... I wanted to know how it worked..." Right, right, that was all true. But, Amy liked saying everything that was on her mind, right? She had to continue. "I wanted to know how it worked... Because I was going to use it on Millie... I wanted to get back at her... I wanted to make her be nicer to me..." There. That was the whole truth.

 

[21:49] Millie rubbed his thigh as she spoke. "Oh, but dear! Millie's /already/ so nice to you. In fact, you love everything she does for you!" She took the wrist that was swinging the watch in her hand. "In fact, dear, Millie's gonna do something for you that you'll love right now." She reached up to take the spiraling pocketwatch in her hand, still facing him. "Here, dear. Follow the watch. Keep your eyes right up against it, okay? Don't worry, I'll let you keep watching as long as you're a good girl, okay?" With that, she gently, slowly pulled the pocketwatch back... And back... And then down... She was kneeling, and, looking up, set the watch on the ground, spiral-side-up. With any luck, her little assistant would have his face too deep in the thing for her to catch an unfortunate view of it.

 

[21:54] Elmsley watched the watch. She watched it move out of her grasp, and into the other rabbit's. She watched it slowly float away from her, and then move downward. She followed it, intently. She practically fell out of her chair as she tried to follow it, and eventually, she did fall. Forward. Luckily, she caught herself, so at the very least she wasn't injured. She smiled as she practically shoved her face in the watch, laying on the floor on her hands and knees. She thought about what she had heard. Millie was nice to her. She loved everything that she did for her. She was nice. She was going to do something for her, right now. Over and over the words played in her head until she believed them. Millie was nice to him all the time. Millie was nice, and Amy loved everything that Millie did for Amy. Amy drooled onto the floor.

 

[22:03] Millie crouched beside her assistant, stroking his ears. "Good girl, love! Keep your eyes riiiiight up on the thing. The more you watch, the better you feel. You know that." Fortunately, the watch was waterproof. That was fortunate because the drool was starting to pool on the floor at a rather incredible rate. Her fingertips played down Elm- down Amy's back, stroking the fabric of his coat. Right down the small of his back... Her hand ducked down under the hem of his coat to grab at the waist of his pants. Hmm... They were a little tight. She had requested that herself. Whoops. She reached around to fiddle with the button and zipper... And shook her head again. "Amy. Amy, dear, are you hard in there?"

 

[22:09] Elmsley could feel the hands running down her back. It felt nice. Relaxing. Just as calming as the spiral, and the voice. She felt the hand tug at her pants. This was all fine. This was wonderful. She loved everything that Millie did for her, and she was going to love this, so she loved it. She loved the hand on her back, she loved the hand tugging at her pants, and she definitely loved the hand undoing her zipper. Millie was so nice to her. So nice, and kind, and caring. Amy loved everything Millie did. "I... Yes, I am." She had to tell the truth. She liked telling the truth, and saying what was on her mind. "I... It's so hard. It hurts. I haven't touched it all day. I was going to touch it after I gave the watch back. I like thinking about Millie when I do it. She's always nice to me. I like thinking about touching her and rubbing her while I touch myself. It feels even better when I think about Millie."

 

[22:16] Millie giggled. How much of that behavior was simply thanks to her own encouragement, who was to say? At least some of it, though, and that made it all the sweeter for Millie to hear. "Oh, that's good! Good girl. Very good girl. Getting hard-" she popped the button open and unzipped his pants- "when you think about me, that makes you a very good girl, Amy." She pulled them down around his knees, along with his underwear. Then she flipped the tail of his coat up and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, giving them a nice squeeze. God, he had a nice ass. She knew she'd really lucked out the second she saw this particular applicant. "Amy, you've been keeping yourself clean back here, haven't you?"

 

[22:21] Elmsley felt her cock flop free of her pants and underwear, dangling between her legs, stiff as a board. It pulsed rhythmically with each slow, steady beat of her heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. She was still smiling, still drooling, still staring into that spiral. Getting hard when she thinks about Millie, that was good. She was a good girl. Getting boners for her boss was good. Very good. She liked being a good girl. She loved it. Almost as much as she loved anything that Millie did. She felt the hands squeeze at her rear, eliciting the smallest, laziest little squeak from the rabbit. "Yes. Always. Being clean is important. I like being clean. Except when I cum on myself. Then I like to be dirty. I like to shoot it on myself because it's warm, and sticky. It makes me feel sexy. Then I like to take a shower and clean up, and do it again. I like to cum on myself everyday." She simply followed her chain of thought from one link to the next, completely disregarding whether or not she should actually share the information. All that was important was that she was telling the truth. She liked telling the truth.

 

[22:27] Millie spread his butt with her thumbs. "Oh? How interesting! Keep talking. What do you think of when you do that? Me, right?" She stuck two fingers of one of her hands in her mouth and slooowly drew them out, coating them in a healthy amount of saliva, then pressed the tips of them up against his asshole and just sort of waited for a few seconds. "Amy- Amy, dear. If you want me to put these in you, you need to ask. Ask me nicely to fuck you with my fingers until you cum. Okay?"

 

[22:33] Elmsley had started panting. Slowly, sure, but panting none the less. Hot breath washed out of her mouth, each long puff of air matching in rhythm with the constant thumping of her cock. Pre dribbled down the tip, it drooled down her crown, traipsing onto the ground underneath her. She could feel the two wet digits prodding at her asshole. It felt nice. But, again, she loved anything that Millie did. "Yes. I think of you. I think about hugging you, and kissing you. I think about touching you all over. I think about rubbing your feet. I think about putting my face in your pussy and eating you out. I think about you rubbing my cock. I like jerking myself off and pretending it's your hand doing it. It makes me cum fast." She had to stop for a second to catch her breath. "Please. Millie. Please fuck my ass with your fingers. I really need to cum. I want you to finger my ass until I cum. Please. Please. Please!" She wiggled her ass back and forth, another few gasps flying out of her drooling mouth. "I need you."

 

[22:42] Millie nodded along coolly. Of course, hearing her assistant tell her all the lewd things he wanted to do had her feeling much hotter than she was gonna show. "Uh huh." Her fingers - both of them, she didn't feel any real need to be gentle - sank into him. Slowly, but deep. "You know," she started, as she began to shallowly pump them back and forth. "You should keep talking. Tell me how good this feels." She sank even deeper into him, watching him throb between his legs. "Tell me how much Amy likes having her ass fingered. Tell me how you're sorry and I'm the nicest person in the world and how you're gonna make such a mess because it's me doing this to you. Love." She kept pumping, rhythmically, mercilessly milking him. "Look away from the watch - look me in the eyes and tell me that."

 

[22:52] Elmsley damn near purred as she felt the two fingers push past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into her needy asshole. She instinctively clenched around the digits as they forced themselves into her. Her butt was tight, there was no doubt about it. It must have barely been used at all. But, judging by the noises she was making, that was probably hard to tell. She moaned, and panted. "Feels... Feels great. It... I like how it feels, going in, and out. It... Ah.~ It makes me feel like... A slut. When things are put in my butt. I like it." She took a pause to moan, her cock pulsing with the signs of an oncoming climax. She wasn't going to last long at all, like this. "I can feel it, already. I'm gonna cum soon. It feels too nngh~ good. I love having my ass fingered... By you." She pulled herself away from the spiral. The spiral wasn't important, anymore. Millie was. She looked at the other rabbit in the eyes, her lenses still swirling. "Amy loves having her asshole fingered by you, Millie. I'm sorry I took your watch. You're the nicest person I've ever met. I'm g-going... I'm... I'm g-going... Nngh!~~" Amy froze as her entire body tensed up, a sweeping orgasm coursing through her cock, pressure building at the tip. She tried to stop it, to try and prolong that coveted pre-climax feeling, but all it really served in doing was making the force at which the cum shot out of the tip of her dick that much more powerful. "I-I love you, Millie!~" Amy spunked. She spunked hard. All over the ground, her arms, it shot everywhere. She bucked her hips pushing forward with each rope of jizz that she launched, fucking a hole that wasn't there as her seed splattered all over the place. She shuddered, moaned, and collapsed onto the ground, landing in the pools of her own seed. She groaned.

 

[23:00] Millie followed him down with her hand, keeping her fingers nice and deep inside his ass. "Damn right you do, love." With her other hand, she reached beside his head and felt around for the switch on the watch. She clicked in, and the spirals flicked out. "Now, I know normally, you don't remember too much after you watch the pocketwatch for too long. This time, you're gonna. You're gonna remember everything, love. Everything I did, everything you did, everything you /told me/... Actually, you're not gonna be able to forget it. And every time you go to touch yourself for the next, oh, let's say two weeks, Amy, you're gonna get off remembering it, dear." She finally withdrew her hand and crawled up over his back, getting right up close to his ear with one knee on either side of him. "And by the way, Amy's gonna be your name until I let you have your old one back, love. It doesn't matter that you know it isn't right. It's your name anyways. Now wake up, dear." She reached up and snapped in his other ear, still pinning him down beneath her.

 

[23:03] Elmsley 's eyes flickered back to normalcy as he heard the snap in his ears. He blinked. He looked at the rabbit. Fuck. He remembered everything. Every last detail. Oh god, why did he remember everything. He tried to bury his face in his arms, staring at the floor. He had no words to offer. Anything he could have possibly said would have only served to make him even more embarrassed. He was even shaking, a little bit. Though, whether it was from nervousness or his orgasm was unclear. He couldn't bear to look Millie in the face. He wanted to melt into a puddle and get washed away.

 

[23:09] Millie didn't care too much. "Don't steal from me, boy. Amy." She hopped up off of him and sat in the chair, kicking her feet up on his back. "You wanted to rub these, right? Well, get on it. Do it enough and I'll think about giving you your name back." She bounced her heels impatiently on him. Maybe she was just a little too cruel with her assistant, but she didn't think he'd be running from his position any time soon anyways.