Quidel/Millie

Featuring http://f-list.net/c/quidel and https://www.f-list.net/c/millie

 

[20:53] Millie was having a slow night. That wasn't too unusual, though. Ever since the advent of the internet, people had largely wised up to the whole street hypnotist thing. And, when they knew the whole shebang, they usually weren't too eager to get themselves put under and embarrassed in front of whatever friends and strangers might happen to be around on the street. Oh well. Millie fuckin' loved her job anyways, and if she roped anyone in, she got some free advertising for her shows, on top of whatever tips she got. So standing out on the street all night to maybe make just one bird cream herself and confess to her friend, who'd pushed her into participating in the first place, that she loved her and wanted to do all sorts of things that she'd never have said otherwise - it was worth it. Her hat was full of a few bills from that little show, and she had a blackboard sign standing up next to it. 'HYPNOSIS CHALLENGE: If I can't hypnotize you, you get everything that's in the hat!'

 

[21:06] Quidel strolled down the busy strip, sticking near the back of his group of friends. The 5 rather imposing looking gentlemen had decided to take a Vegas trip, and so far had managed to get thrown out of only two casinos, so far. Of course, they were looking for their third. Quidel, though, he didn't quite get as rowdy and rough as his buds. He stayed stoic, silent, and reserved. Everybody thought he was pretty hardcore, and even a bit intimidating. Even if neither things were particularly true, it didn't bother the coyote to hold that sorta position in his posse. It meant that most everybody just sorta left him alone. Which was good, since secretly he was sorta a pansy. Nobody was gonna pick a fight with a buff canine who always looked like he was about to murder somebody. He had fallen a little bit behind the rest of the gang, looking around at all of the flashing lights and excited sounds, when he noticed his friends stopped in front of a certain bunny.

 

    "Hypnosis, huh? You believe in any of that junk?"

 

    "Nah, man. Shit's totally bogus."

 

    "Yeah well if you're so sure, why not do it, then? C'mon this is practically free booze money!"

 

    "Hey I got an idea, why not get Quidel to do it? No way he'll crack! That dude's stone cold."

 

Quid froze once he heard his name, having caught back up to the rest of the group. He read the sign, looked at the bunny, and suddenly felt a bit more nervous than he probably had any right to. He maintained his stoic silence for a bit, while his friends pestered him to give it a try. After much deliberation and a silent panic attack, he walked up to the street performer. Hypnosis wasn't real, he knew that. But being put on the spot like this was definitely not his strong suit. He liked staying in the back, where nobody messed with him. Now he was being watched by not only his friends, but also a few passerbys, as well. He grumbled a little bit before folding his arms, staring down at the rabbit. "Alright. I'll do it. What's the deal, bunny?"

 

[21:13] Millie was practically jumping with joy, looking around at all the big guys around her. Oh man, this one brought an audience with him! Or, rather, the audience had brought him. It didn't matter much to her, and if she had her way, it wouldn't matter too much to the coyote before too long. "Just what the sign says!" the smiling rabbit enthusiastically assured him. "You just play along with whatever I say for a minute or so, and at the end of that, if you feel like taking my money here, it's all yours!" She gestured towards her hat, full of oh-so-tantalizing Vegas ones that had probably been in more stripper asscrack than anything living. "Whadda ya say, hun? Think you're tough enough to handle a couple minutes with The Magnificent Millie~?" On the street in more personal settings, she enjoyed that name a little more than she did on the stage, for whatever reason.

 

[21:16] Quidel continued staring. Right. This seemed easy. Piece of cake, really. Though, if that were truly the case, why did he feel the slightest twinge of nervousness shoot through his spine? He could practically feel the numerous sets of eyes boring into the back of his skull. He didn't like it. But, he did like money. And he also liked keeping up appearances in front of his friends... "Alright, bunny. Just don't be too sad when you leave here empty-handed, alright?" He smirked. He felt kinda bad for taunting the girl. She was just doing her job. But, of course, the sounds of the hoots and hollers from his friends behind him helped him not feel too terrible about it.

 

[21:25] Millie nodded along. "If you say so!" She fished around in the pocket of her jacket, and pulled out none other than a pocketwatch. Ahh yes, the completely stereotypical little thing was her best friend. People always, always let their guards down when they saw it. Of course, they didn't know that the nifty little trinket had been carefully engineered by a team of scientists in another country to make people lose track of time rather than keep it. She popped it open and held it up in Quidel's face. Inside, three hands were slowly ticking their way around. "Alright, when the second hand hits twelve, I'll start! You just last, oh... You're a strong guy. You can make it sixty seconds, right?" She turned it back towards herself, waited, and... She looked away and pushed the little dial on the side. She let the chain slip through her hands, and practically had to stand on her tip-toes to get it swinging in front of Quidel's face, right over his nose. Where there had just been a perfectly normal clock, there was now a perfect little black-and-white spiral spinning around and around. "Just follow it with your eyes, please!" Nobody but they coyote would feel anything different looking at the spiral. Someone close enough, though... They were at serious risk of forgetting a whole lot about what they were doing there.

 

[21:34] Quidel nodded along as Millie explained the rules of engagement. He grunted. 60 seconds, no sweat. Ironically enough, he was sweating. Not too badly, but, the whole "stand in front of all these people" thing was starting to get to him a bit. He pulled his head back a bit as the rabbit hung the timepiece in front of him. A pocketwatch? Well, the coyote couldn't exactly say he was surprised. Seemed like standard hypnosis junk. Just a normal-ass pocketwatch. He waited. And waited. And waited... And then, suddenly there was the watch again. Yep. Still a watch. Just a dumb ol' watch. He watched it swing back and forth, tracing the pendulous motions with his eyes. Just a watch. Nothing else. He started to move his head with his eyes, rocking back and forth. It was used to keep time, not hypnotize people. He caught himself from almost falling over, leaning too far to one side as his entire body swayed back, and forth. Back... And forth... With the watch. The normal watch. It was a pretty nice watch. But, it was just a watch. He wasn't hypnotized. Hypnosis didn't exist. His arms dropped to his sides. Nothing weird going on here, at all. This 60 seconds would be over in no time. He started drooling a little bit. It had only been 10 seconds.

 

[21:39] Millie giggled. "You're doing great!" Swinging and swinging and swinging. With her other hand, she gently grabbed the coyote's shoulder to steady him. Didn't want him braining himself on the pavement! Instead, she started to pull him back and forth along with the watch. "Gosh, I didn't even have to talk him down. I think he's just gone right under all by himself. 'Stone cold,' you said?" Another giggle. She had the best job.

 

[21:46] Quidel 's friends whispered among themselves. "Dude do you think he's faking it or something?"

 

    "I don't know dude he looks pretty out of it..."

 

    "Does this mean we don't get our money?"

 

    "Hey, bunny! How can we tell if he's really hypnotized?"

 

Quid's eyes were a swirly mess. He had already made a small mess of the front of his shirt with the sheer amount of drool that was coming out of his mouth. Either the coyote didn't put up much of a fight, or maybe he was mentally predisposed to this kind of manipulation. He could feel a hand on his shoulder. Just barely, but it was there. His eyes were locked onto that watch. The rocking, the spirals, everything was feeding a strong message into his brain. He couldn't quite make out what the message was, but just sitting here and staring at the watch seemed like it was definitely part of it. Of course, in his own head, he was just standing there, blankly staring at a watch swing back and forth, patiently waiting for the 60 seconds to be over so he could collect his money, blissfully unaware of just how disconnected from reality he actually was. And, luckily, also unaware of how much of a dope he was making himself look like in front of his friends.

 

[21:52] Millie kept pushing and pulling on his shoulder, side to side, looking very carefree and sure of herself. "Hmm. Here, I know. Hey, love." She moved her hand up to his jaw, slowly swirling his face around by it. "You look tired. I could let you go early, if you want. Or, you could go to sleep for a little while and I'll hold you and make you feel real good. That's better than a little money, right?" She stroked down his snout. "Go ahead and choose, hun. Leave, and go back with your friends, or just shut your eyes and go to sleep. Shut your eyes. Go to sleep. I'll catch you, dear."

 

[21:58] Quidel wasn't tired. He was just waiting for his money. He had just taken a nap earlier that day and... And... He looked tired? Did he look tired? He yawned. He didn't feel very tired. But, he looked tired. His eyelids drooped over his lenses, his brow softening and his mouth opening until his tongue was almost dripping out of his mouth. He looked tired. He could go back to his friends? Or... He could sleep. The bunny told him he could sleep. Just for a little while. He was pretty tired. He looked pretty tired. Sleeping was better than a little money, he thought. The bunny was probably right. Man, that bunny. Everything she said, Quid couldn't help but just agree with her. She was so smart. So kind... So gentle and nice. Maybe he'd just shut his eyes. Just for a little bit. The bunny would catch him. He was tired. Sleeping was more important than money. Just a quick... Nap... He slumped, out like a light.

 

[22:06] Millie deftly popped the pocketwatch back into her hand and slid her hands around his waist and hugged him against her. She was used to catching people, but, oof. This guy was kinda heavy. She peeked up over his shoulder, holding his head against her neck. "Still not sure?" A few more bystanders had stopped. Perfect! She held one of his ears up, and whispered into it, "Hey, hun. Let's lay you down, okay? Just relax, nice and deep." She slowly dropped down to a knee, pulling him with her, and she set him down onto his butt, then gently laid his head down. "Here, come check this out," she said in a hushed voice, beckoning his friends over. It didn't much matter how loudly she talked, but hey, appearances. She peeled back one of his eyelids, showing off the swirls she'd put in there. "Think I've won our game yet, boys?"

 

[22:12] Quidel 's friends looked at him, and then at each other, muttering dejectedly. Alright. The bunny had won, that was for sure, now. "Man... I can't believe he just went out like that..."

 

    "Super lame, dude. I wanted that money."

 

    "Well, I mean, somebody else could always try."

 

    "Fuck no, dude. I don't wanna look like an idiot..."

 

    "Shit... Fine, you win..."

The group reached into their pockets, fishing out a few singles each and tossing them into her hat by the wayside.

 

    "Is he gonna, like, be okay?"

 

Quid was asleep. But, he wasn't. He was asleep because he was tired, and he looked tired. But he wasn't because he could still hear the bunny. He was pretty glad he could still hear the bunny. Right. He was just gonna relax, and lay down on the ground. The bunny would help him. Help him lay down, and relax. Each breath he took seemed to draw him deeper, and deeper into that all-encompassing relaxation. He laid down. It was comfortable. It didn't matter that it was dirty concrete, because, how could anybody complain when they were this relaxed? And plus, he was asleep. People that are asleep can't complain. He had a dopey smile strewn across his muzzle. He was drooling again.

 

[22:18] Millie looked down something like lovingly at him. The best job. "He'll be fine! They wouldn't let me do this out here if it was dangerous." Technically, she could probably tell him to walk in front of a car or something, by why the hell would she? "It would be a shame to let the game end here though, wouldn't it? Tell me a little about your friend here - Quidel, you said?" She rubbed his head between his ears. "He looks like he's a..." A glance down at the dopey grin on his face and the mess of drool he had been making on himself. "Tough sorta guy, isn't he?"

 

[22:25] Quidel 's friends shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I guess." They didn't seem too sure about it, anymore. "I mean, he's like, pretty quiet and junk. We always thought he was, like, a total badass." They all nodded again. "I heard one time, he totally beat up a whole bar fulla dudes, just 'cause they were makin' fun of him." That had literally never happened. Who knows who made it up, though. "So you must be, like, some kinda crazy-good hypnotist." One of the group dropped another single in the hat. "Damn, he fuckin' drools a bunch. Geeze."

 

[22:28] Millie made a little gasp. "Oh gosh! A whole bar?" She leaned down into his ear. "Hey, love. I want you to think real hard about this, okay? What's the... Girliest thing you've ever done? When you think of it, say it. Speak up, dear. Nice and loud."

 

[22:34] Quidel felt the words shoot straight into the deepest parts of his psyche. He could feel some brief, strange emotion well up inside of him. Was it... Apprehension? Did he not want to say what the girliest thing he had ever done, was? He felt like he didn't. Like there was some part of him screaming out, begging him to keep it a closely guarded secret. But... The bunny's voice. It was so smooth. Warm, and inviting, and lovely in every way. He wanted to do exactly what she told him to. He didn't want to. But, he wanted to. "I like dressing up in girl clothes all the time." See, that wasn't that bad. This was easy. "One time I wore a skirt and bounced on a dildo until I was moaning like a bitch." The dopey smile never once left his face, even as he was letting out practically his deepest, darkest secret.

 

[22:39] Millie patted his chest. She didn't much mind the drool on her hand. It was sort of an occupational hazard, anyways. "Oh? Good boy! Keep thinking about how fun that was for a minute. Actually, picture it really vividly." She looked up proudly at his friends. "Also, why don't you let us hear how that moan sounded, Quidel? Give us a nice demonstration, please, love." She didn't have too much respect for the social status of people who thought she was a fraud to begin with.

 

[22:48] Quidel wasn't on the Vegas strip, anymore. He was in his bathroom. Odd... He could have sworn he was in Vegas... He shook his head. That's ridiculous, he's in his bathroom. What was he, crazy? What was he doing here, again? He stared at the dildo in his hand and gripped the skirt that hung around his hips. Oh, that's right! How could he have forgotten! He giggled to himself. Normally he'd never giggle. But, he was alone, what was the harm? He fiddled with the knotted faux-cock in his hand before kneeling down, sticking it to the tiled bathroom floor, the suction cup on the bottom holding it in place. He reached onto his counter, grabbing his trusty bottle of lube. He flipped the cap open, pouring a good amount of the contents onto the dick. Could never have too much lube. And cleanup was no problem, either, he was in his bathroom! He got on his knees, straddling the silicon toy, making sure his skirt wasn't going to get in the way, before slowly sitting down. He felt the toy prod his tight pucker, forcing a needy whimper out of his mouth. He slid down further. Oh, fuck. This was nice. He groaned a tad. Just a little... Bit... More... Aaaaand...... Pop! There was the knot! He practically squealed in delight! He started moving his hips, pulling the knot out of him as he began to bounce up and down on the rod. "F-fuck... A-ah..." He panted a bit. He sped up his efforts. "Nnngh! A-ah.... H-holy shit..." He grabbed at his chest. He didn't care that he didn't have boobs, he liked to pretend. He started to really get into it, practically spearing himself on the toy. "Aahn! Fuck! Fuck! Nnnnngh! S-shit!"

 

Quidel's friends stared, wide-eyed and gape-mouthed, at their friend. They had never, never heard these kinds of noises coming out of his mouth, before. Or... Much of any noise, really. But lo and behold, here he was. He even was making his voice sound girly, way different than the gruff tone he usually took. "W-what the fuck, dude..."

 

[22:57] Millie let him go on for a bit, grabbing his hand and pushing it against his chest while he squealed and squirmed on the ground. "Liking the show?" She grabbed his other hand and pushed it against his chest as well. "I bet you'll cum if I let you keep thinking about this, won't you, love? Let's not get too eager. Calm down. Down, boy. Stop thinking." Back to his friends - "Hey, I've got an idea. I'm gonna let you guys get him all 'girly' like this whenever you want. I'm sure he'll enjoy it. But you gotta play along for a bit and let me put on a show, 'kay?" Quidel had called quite a crowd while he was busy fucking himself in his little dream.

 

[23:03] Quidel 's friends stood around, none of them seeming to want to really comply. They started whispering to themselves again. "Dude, is this gay?"

 

    "I don't know, dude. Look at his pants, he's fuckin' tented."

 

    "Shit dudes, I think I'm tented. I-is this fuckin' gay, bro?"

 

    "Dude... If he thinks he's a girl, it's not gay."

The four stood in silence for a bit longer, looking to each other, and then back to their friend, and then finally to the bunny.

    "Okay, yeah. Do what you gotta do."

 

Quid was really going to town on that dildo, riding it like it was gonna run away or something. His dick was harder than it felt like it had ever been, pre dripping from the tip like a leaky faucet. Fuck, if he could just... Touch it a little bit... He tried to reach down to grip his cock. He couldn't. He tried harder. He still couldn't. But... Why? He wanted to cum. He wanted it bad. No matter how hard he tried though, he just couldn't finish. He whined. And then, suddenly, he wasn't in his bathroom anymore. Darkness. He stopped thinking.

 

[23:15] Millie swirled a finger in the fur at the base of his ear. What a lovely little specimen! And his friends sure seemed, uh, pretty 'secure' to her. This would be good. "Hey, hun, listen close. That felt nice, didn't it? It felt nice to be all girly. And you know what? All your friends were watching that. Everyone was watching that. And it still felt nice!" As she talked, she idly played with his chin with her finger, opening his mouth and shutting it. "And - this is real important, hun - your friends can make you feel that way, now. Because they know. All they have to do is look you riiiiight in the eyes and tell you you're a good girl, and it's just gonna be true and you aren't gonna care anymore. And you'll do whatever they want, like a good girl." God, he was 'tented' pretty badly. "Actually, right now, you're so turned on, so hot and horny, I bet you could get off on just hearing them tell you you're a good girl. Why don't you go beg one of them to call you that so you can cum all in your pants? Wake up, boy," she snapped her fingers in his ear, "wake up and ask 'em reeeal nicely."

 

[23:26] Quidel was floating along a black, expanseless void of absolutely nothing. He was lost. Lost in nothingness. He couldn't move his arms, or his legs. It didn't quite so much bother him, though it was mildly irritating. He heard a voice. A single beacon calling out to him in the darkness. He went towards the sound. He listened. He was still horny. He only vaguely could remember why. He felt pretty nice, the voice was right. It did feel good to be girly. He kept listening. His... His friends... He started to remember a bit more. He almost felt nervous. Almost. But, he was still fine. Because, his friends could help him feel this good again. All he had to do... All he had to do was beg. Fuck. He needed to cum. He needed it so fucking badly. He couldn't think about anything else, anymore. He wanted to get off, to blow his load. It didn't matter where he blew it. His cock throbbed, begging for release. Snap. He opened his eyes. His friends stared down at him, collectively smirking. He didn't even have to think about what he was going to do. He started whimpering. His lower lip quivered. "P-please... C-call me a good girl. I-I'm a good girl... P-please... You have to. You have to! Please! Call me a good girl! I'm a good girl! Pleeeeeaaaaase!!!" He practically convulsed on the ground as he groveled. His friends smirked and looked at each other. One of them leaned forward, sticking his face almost uncomfortably close. The two locked eyes.

 

    "You're a good girl, Quidel."

 

"FFFFFFffffuuuUUUUUUuuuUUUUCK!!!!" He shuddered. He shook. He bucked, and bucked, and started cumming. He came. He came hard. Shot after shot of girly, girly spunk shot out into the fabric of his underwear. He stained himself like a bitch. He was a bitch. He was a good, good girl. Cumming his pants in public. In front of his friends. In front of everybody. He didn't care. He was a good girl. He was cumming. It felt great.

 

[23:36] Millie gently stroked the fur on his forehead back while he came all over himself. Ones rained into her hat from passers-by. Oh yes! A wonderful show indeed. "That's right, good girl! Cumming and thinking about skirts and dildos and boys. Very good." She looked up at his friends, putting her hands on his shoulders to hold him at least a little still. "You guys can do this whenever, too. Just snap at him if you wanna bring him back." The watch's effect was set to wear off at the sound of a little pop in their ears, fortunately. But, 'if.' She suspected he was gonna have a long night ahead of him. Unethical? Oh, hell yes. Good for business? Most certainly. Fortunately, she had an ad on the back of her sign for her next performance. "Looks like you guys might wanna make him do the laundry first, though. Oh dear, that is a mess. I'm sure you can find a nice maid outfit for him at some shop around here," she suggested with a giggle.

 

[23:41] Quidel 's friends only briefly considered the ramifications of their actions. Really, they were the ones responsible for all of this. But... Did they really have a reason to feel bad? Just look at him! He seemed pretty happy, riding out his climax, melting into the afterglow as he nuzzled against the rabbit's hand. Plus, if they bought him a pretty maid outfit, then it'd really not be gay. In fact, it'd be really, really straight. Totally straight. The group exchanged some highfives before picking their friend up off the ground. They tossed a few more dollars into the rabbit's hat, she damn well deserved it. Three of them started walking Quidel away, only one last guy sticking around. He tapped the bunny on the shoulder, whispering into her ear, trying to keep things on the DL. "Hey... I'll be back here tomorrow. I want next." And with that, he ran off to catch back up with his friends. Like they say, what happens in Vegas...