I’m a fairly boring guy.

I work a small desk job in a little office in the business district of the city. Most of the time, I’m just filing paperwork for someone else. Things like, taxes, loans, the occasional thing about someone’s property being leveled. All really mundane stuff.

The only real thing that stands out for me is that I’m a Meta, one of the lucky 10 percent. Specifically, I’m a psionic. I can plant suggestions into peoples’ heads. Unlike most Metas, I don’t put on a ridiculous costume and go around causing trouble or patrolling around. The world of Supers is crazy. I’d rather stay in my boring, quiet life, which I actually quite like. So, I hardly use my powers. In fact, the only people that know I have them are my parents and my friend Sarah.

Coasting under the radar would be easy enough, if it wasn’t for an…interest I have. Ever since I was a kid, whenever there was a newscast about a Super being mind controlled, I ended up rock hard. I don’t know what it is, maybe the stupid costume, or something about the powerful being made complacent, or just the slack expression or droning voice (depending on who’s in charge). After some experimentation I’ve learned that it’s also the only thing that seems to well…do it for me. It’s not too hard to search up footage of other psionics screwing with people, sometimes literally. Normally, none of that does anything for me, but when a Super is involved, usually the lady ones, I end up stiff. Sometimes I wonder if those urges might push into the spotlight. It’s hard to imagine me putting on some shiny getup just so I can get another person in costume on my crotch. But it’s not hard to imagine me “persuading” someone to put me in touch with a Super.

So it shouldn’t have surprised me what happened one day when a certain newscast came on in the office. In it, was the city’s new sweetheart of a superheroine, Alpha. The vixen was all clad in her purple and black, and was kneeling and chanting in front of some Doberman in a ridiculously gaudy purple and green outfit. Alpha was new to the city and…unconventional for her role. Her blue fur and white hair already made her stand out, but she was so nonthreatening and inexperienced that she seemed more of an enthusiastic cosplayer than a super heroine. Apparently, she had a pretty big league sister who was the top of the trade in some city half-way across the world.

Not that any of that was on my mind, given the tent in my slacks as the newscast played out. My eyes were actually on the Doberman, the Doberinator or some stupid pun name like that. As he barked out orders for his new thrall to bow and chant quite few questions popped into my head. Firstly, was he really stupid enough command a superheroine to worship him in front of a live newscast? Second, holy shit that was hot. Third, how had he gotten her, was she just in the area? Had he controlled someone to commit a crime to get Alpha’s attention? Why did it seem so easy to get her? Did not she not have resistance training or psychic barriers installed? Could I have just hid down sent an errant command and expected it to work?

That last thought made something in my pants twitch. I frowned and gripped a paw over my muzzle. Pushing the newscast out of my mind, I went back to staring at the paperwork I had been working on. In the background the story played out as these kinds of stories usually did, some higher tier superheros and superheroines came and summarily beat the pulp out of the Doberinator. The rescued Alpha pointedly avoided talking to the press after the incident and disappeared.

All the while, the image of a blue vixen in purple and black kneeling in front of me kept popping up in my head.

***

I sighed and gave the apartment door a knock. After a few moments there was a click of the latch and the door opened to the sight of a pretty black kitty with long, dark flowing hair and amber eyes, Sarah.

Sarah was my girlfriend in high school, my roommate in university, and has been my best friend my whole life. Like most of the nights I came to visit, she was clad in nothing but a white see-through nightie that left everything on display. It was her private joke. She only wore it for me, because she knew it did nothing for me.

“Helloooooo, Fin.” She said, doing a wide, slow wave to match her voice.

“Helloooooo, Sarah” I said, mimicking her gesture and intonation.

Sarah motioned me inside her tiny little box of an apartment room and took a seat on her bed. I took a seat next to her and flopped my back onto the mattress. On the ceiling I could see that Sarah had changed her poster. It used to be of a giant eye, now it was an image of a meteor, aimed right at my face.

“So, what’s bothering you this time?” I heard Sarah chime in.

“I…may be close to cracking,” I mumbled.

Sarah’s head loomed in over my vision. “Did you-“

I held up a paw to the her and ceiling and shook my head. “No. Not yet.”

She frowned. “’Not yet…’ that’s a worrying way to word it. Was it that newscast with Alpha?”

I gave a tiny chuckle. “That obvious huh?”

With a shrug, Sarah gave my crotch a pat. “Well, Fin. What do you want to do with this?”

I shifted at the pat. Sitting up, I shrugged. “What do you think I should do?”

Sarah curled her lip up. “Hmm…Well, do you really think you’re gonna crack? Like am I going to see you in the news one day? Maybe not in gleaming tights, but you get what I mean.”

I flopped my back onto the bed again. That question wasn’t something I had the answer to, at least not directly. “I’d hate to be on the news and I’d hate to screw with other people’s lives just cause I couldn’t keep it in my pants…but can’t lie when I say there is a certain thrill when I think about having a one night stand with some Super.”

From the corner of my vision I saw Sarah ruffle her snout, her sign that she was thinking. A moment later, I felt the bed jiggle as she flopped onto her front next to me. “What if I helped you set up said one night stand?”

I sat up and glanced at the back of her skull with a tilt of my head. When she said that, it was usually a joke. A very obvious joke.

Sarah didn’t get up and kept her face looking at the wall. “For real this time. What if, I could arrange for one night of harmless fun with a Super before we all went back to our boring lives?”

I frowned. “You mean one of your clients…” Sarah worked as a consultant for aspiring supers. Her primary job was coaching rookies on how to market themselves into the big name teams.

She pivoted on the bed in nearly a full circle, making a point to swing her ass past my face. She ended up looking up to my gaze, propping herself up on her elbows. “Yep. Alpha actually,” she said, her amber eyes staring directly at my blue.

I blinked. Sarah had coached some now A-list Supers, and plenty of B tier ones too. But Alpha, that bumbling blue cutie who always had that lost look on her face? “She’s one of your clients? She seems kinda…”

“Bad, I know,” she cut me off by waving a black paw. “It’s actually why I brought her up. I get the feeling she doesn’t actually want to join any teams even though she applied. Her sister’s reputation been putting a lot of pressure for her to get into big leagues.” Sarah stood up from the bed and shrugged, indulging herself in another private joke by having her breasts jiggling behind her see-through nightie. “Honestly doesn’t seem to suit her. She’d probably be miserable if she actually got in,” she said.

“Huh…that would explain a lot,” I thought aloud. “But are sure about that or is it just wishful thinking?”

“I’ve had some talks with her about it. And maybe I’ve consulted a mind reader or two.”

“Did said mind readers catch anything about me and my urges?”

“Nah.” Sarah smiled and tapped her temple with an outstretched claw. “Your protections made sure of that. They just think I’m a work-a-holic.”

I was about to comment, but went quiet. I still hadn’t answered Sarah’s question from earlier and we both knew that my small talk was just evading it. For a minute or so, I sat in awkward silence, mulling the idea over. If everything went right, I could have a blue vixen in spandex kneeling in front of me, nothing would be behind her glassy stare except whatever I put in her head. If everything went wrong...

With a sigh, I sat up and arched my back, poking forward a noticeable arch that had grown in my pants. “hmm…” I grumbled along with the stretch “Still seems like a bad idea.”

“Honestly, seems like a better idea than you doing something on impulse cause this fellow gets the better of you one day.” She gave my tent a small swat. “If I’m part of it, I can make sure everything is relatively harmless to everyone.”

I recoiled at the hit with a small shiver, but otherwise went silent again. My dick was still throbbing. My mind wandered back to that image of Alpha kneeling. I felt my fingers drumming against my palm and my lips pursed. “Assuming…” I began. “Assuming we go through with this and I make her forget afterwards. What happens then?”

Sarah shrugged. “We go back to our lives. You at your desk job, me at my consultancy, and I hope Alpha goes wherever she’d be happy with.”

My fingers kept drumming on my palm for another few moments before I clenched them into a fist. “What did you have in mind?” I sighed.

***

Mimi stalked through the diner door with a quick glance at the dark outside. The night was warm, so the orange fox was clad in her usual tank top and shorts. The vulpine did a quick scan of the room, it was the average diner with a bunch of booth tables by a long glass window. The place was empty save for three people: Mimi, a black cat, and a brown wolf sitting in the corner. The vixen felt herself frown. This meeting spot was usually deserted at these hours. Mimi regarded the stranger for a moment. He seemed engrossed in some book with a cup of creamy coffee steaming off the table. After a moment or two, the vixen decided that…[i]he was probably harmless[/i], and made her way to the feline at the other end of the room.

As expected, Sarah was clad in a black business chiffon and skirt with a matching bag. Mimi had never seen the feline dress in anything less formal. On the table were two cups, one of black coffee for Sarah, and one cup of red tea for Mimi. “Hello, Mimi,” Sarah greeted.

“Hello Sarah,” the vixen returned with a small grin before taking a seat.

Sarah took a sip of her coffee. “How have you been holding up?”

“Okay.” Mimi put on a nervous smile and left her tea alone.

The feline put down her cup and put on a small grin. “Are you sure?” she asked gently.

Mimi cast her eyes down to her cup of tea. In the reflection she saw a vixen with a fading smile. She looked back up at the cat and shrugged.

Sarah nodded. “Sorry to prod you, but you know I have to talk to you about the Dobernator incident that happened recently.”

Mimi’s expression turned into a full-on frown as she suppressed a sigh. Of course, that news was all the town gossip nowdays.

Sarah put a paw on the fox’s shoulder. “I know this may be hard for you to talk about, but it’s important to review these kinds of things. You’ve got to know how to deal with them when you’re in a team or even on your own.”

Finally letting that sigh out, Mimi brought her eyes back up. “Alright, where do we start then?”

The feline consultant leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Well first, I haven’t heard any news of you in the past week or two. Do you still patrol?”

The vixen shuffled a bit. “I…I’m taking a break.”

“You should come back from that break soon. The longer it is, the more gossip about you there’s gonna be.”

Mimi simply a gave a tiny nod.

Sarah pulled up a tablet and some earphones from her bag and placed it onto the table. “Have you reviewed the footage?”
Mimi gave an even tinier shake of her head.

Sarah dashed her claws across the tablet and pulled up an old newscast from the internet. “I know it’s difficult for you, but you need to understand how the rest of the world saw you that day.” The cat plugged in the headphones and slid the tablet over to Mimi.

The vixen looked down at the device with a bend in her lip. The video was full screen and paused on a frame with a headline that read “Dobernator Enthralls Local Rookie.” The frame the video was paused on was a closeup shot of her, all dressed up in her purple and black costume and blue fur. Mimi was kneeling in front of a colorfully dressed Doberman who looked down at her with the hugest of grins on his face. With morbid curiosity she looked at the glassy expression on her own muzzle. Was that what everyone had seen? It was…[i]fascinating somehow[/i].

Strangely intrigued, Mimi plugged in the headphones and tapped a claw on the screen. The video played without commentary from the newscaster, instead focusing on the audio of the scene. A knot formed in the vixen’s stomach as she heard alien phrases escaping her own mouth. “I live to serve,” the headphones echoed.

The words sparked a memory in Mimi’s mind. She was patrolling from rooftops as Alpha when she heard a Doberman in an alley calling for help. The idea of contrivance hadn’t even crossed her mind by the time she went down to meet him. One bright flash later, she was floating on a cloud of contentment. All the daily doubts and worries she had evaporated. The only thing that was important then was following the lead of a certain voice. It was so…[i]relieving[/i].

Mimi came back to reality as a loud pop went through the headphones. On the screen, a few other heroes had arrived on the scene and were summarily beating the pulp out of the Dobernator. Alpha meanwhile, was shaking her head before giving a few confused blinks to the camera. The blue furred vixen took a quick glance at the chaos behind her before promptly vanishing out of camera view in a flash of blue light. The video ended there, thankfully sparing Mimi from the needling questions the press asked about her from the others.

Taking out the headphones, the vixen passed back the tablet. “That…well it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be,” said Mimi, still feeling a knot in her stomach.

Sarah nodded, and once again began fiddling with the tablet for something. “Rumor tends to be worse than fact. Besides, what you went through even happens to even the best.” The dark feline slid back the tablet, this time there was a playlist of videos of various Supers in similar predicaments. Some fell under the sway of common thugs who got a lucky break with some dangerous tech, others were enthralled by professional villains, or world class threats. The victims ranged from amateur to top tier, some knelt like Mimi had, some humiliated themselves, and some fought for the other side. To Mimi’s surprise the last clip was an amateur recording of her older sister, Vivi, better known to the world as Omega. In the clip, a shadowy eldritch horror loomed over a fiery red vixen who was clad in a matching gold and white outfit. The crimson fox was swaying back and forth in time to some rhythm with half-lidded eyes and a slack jaw.

Before Mimi could see any more, Sarah pulled the tablet into her lap. “You get the idea,” said the feline. “It’s okay to relinquish control every once in a while, happens to everyone in the business.” The cat tilted the tablet up to hide the screen and peered down at the remainder of the footage. The camera had zoomed into the crotch of Omega’s costume, which was notably damp.

Mimi was too distracted mulling over Sarah’s words to notice. Relinquishing control. Again, that feeling of contentedness welled up in the vixen. It was a pleasant sensation, even if it came from a sour experience. Nodding to herself, Mimi found that she agreed with Sarah’s comment, [i]she could give control to someone else every once and a while[/i].

Noting the nod, Sarah put the tablet away and took a sip of her coffee. “Anyways with that out of the way, let’s talk about our next meeting. About your how you present yourself…”

***

Creeping her way to her destination, Mimi saw a large art studio in the distance. At its entrance the fox spotted Sarah, who seemed to be just waving off some brown furred fellow, likely the landlord. As the stranger left, Mimi gave her consultant a wave.

Sarah waved back and unlocked the studio door. “We have this until place until sundown. Go ahead and get changed and knock when you’re ready,” she said, motioning inside.

The vixen entered with a nod and felt the door close behind her. It was a fairly empty, but spacious studio, the floor was easily large enough to fits of dozens of people comfortably and the ceiling loomed several heads high. The chamber was barren, save for a few pieces of random furniture and some haphazardly placed stands. The only other distinctive feature of the room were the small windows atop of its tall walls.

Mimi made a quick check to see she was alone, before quickly stripping out of her tank top and shorts. As she disrobed, Mimi’s orange fur began to shift to blue and her raven hair greyed to white. Taking her discarded garments in her right palm, Mimi summoned a sapphire flash from her paw. In a blink, her civilian clothes had vanished. In another flare of azure light, this time centered around her, Mimi was instantly clad in Alpha’s purple and black leotard.

When everything was in order, Mimi knocked on the door, signaling Sarah to enter a moment later.

The feline gave the amateur superheroine’s costume a nod before getting straight to their agenda. “So I’ve heard a bit about you going back on patrol this past week. Think of any poses while you were at it?”

Mimi pursed her lips at the question. “It…felt kind of stupid,” she mumbled, turning her head to the floor. Getting back to patrolling had the vixen nervous enough, especially with all the rumors that inevitably cropped up. Trying to think of something that would have attracted even more attention to her was not something Mimi had the peace of mind for.

“Oh, it’s very stupid,” Sarah confirmed with a wave of her paw. “But it’s memorable and good branding. A little trade secret is that a lot heroes go on autopilot when they pose. They don’t think, they just do.”

[i]They don’t think[/i]. That phrase lodged itself into Mimi’s thoughts. After a moment of consideration, she gave the advice a nod. It seemed like a sound strategy, after all the fox was no stranger to the pleasant feeling of letting go. “So uh…what kind of pose should I do?” Mimi asked.

“Well, you want one that’s your own, but resonates with what people know about you.” Sarah pointed a claw at Mimi’s leotard.  “More accurately, what do people know about Alpha?”

With the slightest hesitation, Mimi scoured her memory for all the talk about Alpha that was in the news or the internet. Leaving aside her incident with the Dobernator, she was surprised to recall that much discussion was about her passivity. Quiet and demure were common adjectives that forums or news agencies used for Alpha. It seemed that the people saw her as…[i]submissive[/i].

A familiar wave of relief surged through Mimi at the thought of submission. Yes, that seemed correct. She needed to signal she was submissive. The pose for that was simple enough, but a twinge of hesitation passed by Mimi’s gut. Something was odd about this but…[i]she needn’t think[/i]. Just do. The hesitation passed and the vixen took the position that felt most natural to her.

Sarah watched as Mimi suddenly dropped to her knees. An eerie silence fell over the studio. For several more moments, Mimi wordlessly remained on her knees as Sarah stared at her client in silence. “Interesting,” Sarah eventually said. “I think I know what you’re going for.”

Mimi blinked as she heard Sarah’s voice. She finally noted the peculiar feeling of rough floor touch her bare shins. Was she kneeling? As a pose? Flabbergasted, the azure vixen looked up at her consultant with a wide-eyed stare. Mimi moved her mouth to say something, but no sound escaped. Shakily standing up, she opened her mouth to try again, before Sarah cut her off by holding up an ebony paw.

“I know, it’s awkward when you realize what you’re actually doing, especially the first time,” said the cat. “It’s going to be like that when you start, but it’ll get better as you try it out more. We should probably practice your pose some more to see if it’ll actually work out.”

Again, Mimi failed for words at the consultant’s response. Sarah was okay with the pose? With kneeling? In public? Many questions fought to escape Mimi. “A-are you sure that’s a good pose?” she eventually stammered.

“Believe me, I’ve seen more questionable ones.” A grin passed by feline’s muzzle. “Anyways we’re just practicing for now. Think of it as getting used to the idea of posing before we figure out if this one would actually work.”

Mimi stumbled for something to say one last time, but found nothing. Sarah was the expert so who was she to question the feline? Besides [i]submitting felt nice[/i]. Mimi’s fumbling died down and she gave a small nod to Sarah.

“Now, the goal is to get your pose to look and feel natural. Yours works better in a team than working solo. So, you’ll probably be following someone else’s lead. For this exercise, imagine I’m your superior on a team. So, when I tell you to pose, or stand don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do. Don’t fidget, don’t twitch or anything like that. Understand?”

Mimi surprised herself by responding with a more eager nod. Rather than the usual knot, a small tingling had stirred in her stomach as Sarah outlined her directions. Something about another person taking the lead was enticing to the vixen.

Sarah folded her arms behind her back and stared straight at Mimi. “Pose,” she commanded.

Mimi quickly dropped to her knees. Too quickly in fact, as her shins painfully slapped against the hard floor. With a grimace and a wince, she brought her blue muzzle up to face Sarah’s stomach. The vulpine blinked. Something was different about Sarah’s chiffon today. There seemed to be an extra button on it. In fact, it looked more like a micropho-

“Stand up,” Sarah’s voice cut through Mimi’s pondering and the fox felt her legs scrambling back up. “You okay?” asked Sarah.

Mimi nodded, ignoring the tiny throbbing from her shins.

“You got a little too excited that time. Try to go slower. Don’t think, just move naturally.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Once more a surge of relief suffused through Mimi. She realized there was no need for eagerness and no need for hesitation. All she needed to do was follow the lead and everything would feel wonderful. It was simple. So simple in fact that when she heard Sarah say “Pose,” the vixen moved all on her own, gently planting her shins on the floor.

“Good,” said Sarah.

Mimi’s spine was aglow in warmth at Sarah’s approval.

“Stand.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Mimi raised herself up.

“Pose.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Mimi lowered herself down.

“Stand.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Her legs moved up.

“Kneel.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Her knees touched the ground…

***

“Alright we’re done for today,” came a voice.

Mimi blinked. They were done? What were they doing again? She looked around, noticing that the sunlight through the windows had taken a fiery orange hue. Bringing her head back to the front, the costumed vixen held back a small start. Her nose was nearly pressed into the front of Sarah’s business skirt. The blue vixen could have sworn that she felt a warmth coming the skirt. Wasn’t something about that odd?

“Stand up,” commanded the cat.

The confusion flew from Mimi’s head. She stumbled back up, feeling strangely numb in her legs. Right, they had been practicing her pose. [i]Practice had been so nice that she’d lost track of time[/i].

Sarah put on a grin. “Seems like you’re getting the hang of things. But, you probably won’t want to try that pose out in public yet since it’s more suited for a team. You should still practice it more in your own private time til our next meeting though.”

The instructions sparked a small tingling in Mimi. Practicing submission would be wonderful. “Okay!” chimed the costumed vixen.

“Now for the next week’s meeting I’ll need to introduce you to a coworker of mine…”

Just outside the art studio, sitting on a bench bathed in the sunset, was a brown furred wolf. In one of his paws was a borrowed phone that was hooked up to a pair of headphones. In his other paw was a collection of papers, with an elaborate script on them.

***

Mimi made her way to the same art studio, clothed in the same tanktop, same shorts, and her fur still tinged orange. As she walked, the vixen couldn’t help but wonder how quickly the week had passed. When she wasn’t out patrolling, Mimi was at home practicing her pose as Sarah suggested. She had her doubts at first, but just after the first day, she began moving with confidence. Kneeling now felt so natural that time just disappeared. She’d put on her leotard and stand in front of her bedroom mirror, remind herself not to think and her knees would just drop on their own. In a flash, Mimi would realize that that she’d been holding the pose for half an hour or more. The lost time never bothered her, showing submission always felt so wonderful, after all.

Today, one of Sarah’s coworkers would be there. He had worked as a civilian assistant for some Super teams and would be roleplaying as a team leader to conduct a mock interview with Mimi. As the vixen neared the building, Mimi noticed two people waiting for her this time. Sarah and a brown wolf in a business shirt and slacks. In one of his paws was a binder full of papers. For an instant the vixen thought she had seen the wolf before. It was probably a coincidence though.

“Hello Mimi,” Sarah greeted the fox. The cat motioned to the well-dressed stranger next to her. “This is my coworker Marcus, he’ll be playing the role of Sol, leader of the Sun Lance Company.”

“Nice to meet you,” Marcus smiled, extending his paw.

Mimi returned a nervous grin, feeling quite underdressed. “H-hello,” Mimi stammered, shaking hands with Marcus.

Sarah motioned to the art studio door. “Go ahead and change first, we can begin when you’re ready.”

Mimi practically skittered inside. The interior of the studio was practically the same as before. Save for a new table in the middle with a pair of chairs and another chair in the corner of the chamber. Mimi stared at the table and suppressed a sigh. It would be fine. [i]She just needed to do what she had been told[/i]. With that realization, her doubt faded and she quickly got in costume and in color before giving the door a knock.

As the consultants entered, Mimi could have sworn she had seen some expression pass over Marcus’s face. Was something about her costume out of order?

“Why don’t you two take a seat, at the table? I’ll be in the back taking notes,” Sarah cut in.

Marcus nodded and motioned for Mimi to take the lead.

The blue vixen gave Marcus a brief, blank stare before her legs made their way towards the table. As her bare thighs planted themselves on the seat, she regathered her nerve. [i]She just needed to obey what she had been told[/i].

Once they were both seated, Marcus started the interview in earnest. The beginning was fairly mundane. It was all the basic information about the team, their mission, their expectations, their openings, and their benefits. It was like a section out of one of the company manuals, taken word for word.

“Now you probably already know most of, if not all of this, but one can never be too sure. But let’s move from learning about us to learning about Alpha.” Marcus, or Sol as he was playing, opened up his binder and rifled through some documents. “We already know a bit about your powers and experience from the files you sent us. So we’ll start somewhere a bit more specific.”

Marcus flipped through his binder and pulled up what appeared a script. “Imagine this scenario. You are a cadet of the Company and are out on a mission with one of your superiors. Suddenly, you’re both ambushed. You escape fine, while your superior is under attack by the ambusher. Despite clearly struggling against the assailant, your superior orders you to stay back. What do you do?”

[i]She just needed to obey[/i]. Mimi’s answer was instant. “I stay back.”

Marcus nodded and flipped to another set of papers. In the back, Sarah jotted some things on a notepad. “Say a different scenario. One of your superiors approaches you. Something is clearly off with them, pointing towards being influenced by some sort of mind control or coercion. They ask you to follow them. What do you do?”

[i]She just needed to submit[/i]. “I follow them,” the blue vixen answered without a hint of hesitation.

“One last scenario, say that you and I, are at our HQ. We’re sitting a table, much like this. Having a conversation, much like this and we stand up.” Marcus rose from his seat. As did Mimi. The wolf took a step forward before turning to Mimi and looking her directly in the eye. “Kneel.”

[i]Don’t think[/i]. Mimi’s bare shins touched the floor…

***

I watched Alpha smoothly drop to her knees. She stared ahead at nothing, a purple hue was beginning to go over her eyes. If it was like the last time, the glow would go away on its own…hopefully.

I bit my lower lip, feeling myself flush. A very clear tent was building in my slacks. I was almost there, but I needed to make sure. Hiding my boner would be the least of my problems if I screwed up now. I shifted the suggestions in Alpha’s head making them sharp and imperative.

[i]Don’t think. Submit. Obey. Don’t think. Submit. Obey. Don’t think. Submit. Obey…[/i]

Alpha didn’t move, she didn’t react. Swallowing, I stepped forward, if she hadn’t noticed my boner before she would have definitely seen it by now. I waved a paw in front of her face. Nothing, just the same glassy stare. Taking one final step, I urged her to repeat the suggestions.

“Don’t think. Submit. Obey. Don’t think. Submit. Obey. Don’t think. Submit. Obey…” she mumbled.

I let out a huge sigh and leaned back against the table, gripping my muzzle with a paw. “Holy shit…” I breathed, the tightness in my pants nearly dragging me up in the air.

“Everything good?” I heard Sarah rise from her chair.

“I fucking hope so,” I breathed through a paw on my mouth.

Sarah went over to Alpha and did her own checks. Waving her paw in front of her face, snapping, calling her name. Nothing. She just sat there, chanting away on her knees and in her leotard. It was hottest thing I had ever seen.

Sarah gave me a pat on the shoulder. “How bout we go back before you ruin those slacks of yours?” She suggested before my friend went about gathering up my folder and the rest of our belongings.

Drumming my fingers across the side of my muzzle, I gave Sarah a nod. I awkwardly waddled my way to the babbling blue beauty. I opened my mouth to give the order and all that came out was a little squeak.

Behind me, I heard Sarah laugh. “Maybe this’ll help.” She held a blank piece of paper over my eyes, blocking my view of Alpha.

“A-alpha,” I managed to eek out. “W-when we grab a hold of you, teleport us inside Sarah’s apartment,” I said into the white sheet.

I heard a faroff voice intone “Yes.” Before it went back to chanting. My boner twitched, as did I.

Sarah lowered the paper. But now she was in front of me, still blocking my vision of our captivated heroine. “Well, I have everything. You okay to get grab her?” she grinned.

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. “Can’t guarantee I’ll grab her paws.”

Turning her back to me with a shrug, Sarah went next to Alpha and took hold of one of her paws.

I followed and reached my arm out. I didn’t look, but I felt myself holding something warm and firm with a pointy end covered in spandex. I heard a voice mumbling “Don’t think. Submit. Obey…” the words were coming in soft gasps. Then there was a flash of blue light. The next moment all three us were all huddled on a bed in a tiny box of an apartment room. Looking up, I saw a picture of a meteor careening down towards us.

I let go of Alpha, drumming my fingers along my palm which was shaking a bit. Here I finally was. In a bedroom next to a leotard clad beauty who would do anything for me. Anything. I twiddled my fingers together and felt myself rocking back and forth. Turns out not even a month of jacking off to that fantasy had prepared me for the real thing.

There was a familiar pat on my shoulder. “Fin,” Sarah said. “Go change and cool off for a bit. We have the whole night, remember?”

Right. The whole night. Just one night to finally live out my kink and then back to our boring normal lives. After that, no more mindless blue beauty at my call. I glanced back at Alpha, still chanting what I had laid into her head. Weeks of effort condensed all into one mantra. After tonight all that would be gone. Might as well enjoy it to its fullest.

As I rose from the bed an idea struck me. “In that case, did you want to go first?” I asked.

Sarah flashed me an exaggeratedly toothy grin.

I laughed. “Alpha, follow Sarah’s commands until I say otherwise.”

“Yes,” she intoned. As I rounded the corner into Sarah’s bathroom, I saw my feline friend unbuttoning her work clothes.

In the bathroom I stripped down so that my rod was sticking freely in the cold air, its tip already a little slick. I plugged my paws over my ears, closed my eyes, and rumbled a tuneless little hum through my throat. A few minutes of this and I was as limp as a cooked noodle. Finally cooled off, I threw on my hoodie and pants. Naturally the clothes wouldn’t be on for long, but I wouldn’t be the one taking them off.

When I returned to the bedroom I found that Sarah switched into her see through nightie, which funnily enough already had the top part pulled down to reveal her breasts. Said breasts were being fondled by a pair of blue paws. Alpha for her part, had also had the top part of her costume pulled down so that her breasts were also hanging out and also being groped by Sarah. The two were on the bed kissing, or more accurately, Alpha was awkwardly leaning forward and bumping her face into Sarah’s, while staring off into space with that glow still in her eyes.

Sarah gave me a bit of a smirk and turned it at Alpha, who promptly bumped the side of her cheek again. “Follow my lead with your mouth,” Sarah commanded.

Alpha went from pecking to mouthing as Sarah latched her lips right onto her client’s mouth. I felt myself instantly harden again. Yet, I couldn’t help but muse how strange it was to see my best friend making out with someone else, let alone a superheroine. Sarah and I had experimented a bit with each when we were in college, but we stopped pretty quickly once we figured out I was as limp as a noodle outside of my kink. We had definitely seen each other get ourselves off plenty of times, but actually watching each other go down on another person? This would be a first for both of us. Watching the two, a twitch of inspiration struck me and I shifted the suggestions I had planted in Alpha.

[i]Obedient. Submissive. Horny. Obedient. Submissive. Horny. Obedient. Submissive. Horny…[/i]

The thoughts took hold quickly. Alpha moved from mimicking Sarah’s movements to gasping into her mouth. Her azure form bucked and curve into Sarah’s black paws and her glowing eyes listed to a half-close. Vaguely, I could see a wetness around the crotch of Alpha’s costume.

Sarah likely noticed, and pulled back her muzzle back moment later, panting. Alpha leaned in to continue. “Stop,” Sarah breathed.

Alpha leaned back and went to chanting hear new mantra, this time in heated gasps. “Obedient. Submissive. Horny...”

Sarah gave me a smile. “Gotta admit, having you watch me while you fucked with her head was kinda hot.”

I rolled my eyes. “So why’d you stop?”

She pointed a black claw at the tent in my crotch. “I wanted to watch.”

I looked over at our docile little companion. It was a vision straight from one of my fantasies. A blue vixen in purple and black kneeling in front of me. Her nipples hung bare from her half-stripped costume, her eyes misted over by an eerie glow, and her voice quietly mumbling her dedication.

My face broke into the biggest of grins. “Alpha, come here and take off my pants.”