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“So… What manner of creature are you?” Gar poked at the camp fire with a stick as he asked this, suspiciously eyeing the stranger that had asked to share his fire for the night. The bear warrior had agreed, because the stranger was short and skinny and obviously posed no threat to a six-foot muscular bear like him. But then the stranger had removed his travelling cloak, revealing a being unlike any Gar had seen before, in all his adventures, in his many travels from one end of his world to the other. He had quickly glanced to his side, making sure his massive broadsword was where he’d left it, right beside him, leaning against the small log he was sitting on. Just in case this unknown creature proved dangerous in some way. Whatever he was, he was definitely no bear. His muzzle was long and thin, his ears tall and pointy. His tail was longer and bushier than any tail he’d ever seen on a bear, even in the bizarre nomadic tribes of the Eastern Wastes, who’s ancestors had dabbled in dark and dangerous magics, resulting in them often being born with freakish, twisted bodies. And he was dressed strangely, he could see that now the cloak had been removed. From the neck down, his whole body was encased in a strange figure-hugging material, shiny and glinting in the firelight, of a dark blue colour, with some thin white lines here and there in an angular pattern. On one wrist was a thick bad of metal with a glowing surface, and he shrugged off a black backpack of a material he didn’t recognise. The stranger watched him over the fire. “I’m a coyote.” He answered, his accent strange to Gar’s ears. “I have never heard of such a thing.” Gar declared. “Not surprising.” The stranger, this ‘coyote’ sighed. “From my travels so far in this world, bears seem to be the only sentient species here.” The strangeness of his words caught Gar’s attention. “This world? What other world could you travel?” The coyote waved a paw in the air. “Oh, I have visited many other worlds. I’m not actually from this one…” In an instant, Gar had snatched up his sword, raising it threateningly. He snarled. “Are you some kind of demon?” Looking bemused, the coyote shook his head. “Of course not. Calm down. I’m just a scientist.” “I do not know that word.” Gar frowned. He lowed his sword, but kept it handy, still suspicious. “Oh, these barbaric medieval-era universes can be so tiresome at times…” The coyote sighed. “I’m an inventor, an explorer. Back in my own much more technologically advanced universe, I created a device capable of opening portals to other universes and realities and now I travel and explore them, seeing what wonders they have to offer.” Although he wasn’t sure he quite believed him, Gar was intrigued. “That sounds… remarkable.” “Oh, it is!” The coyote nodded. “You would not believe the things I have seen. A world made up of of flying islands of pure diamond inhabited by living rocks. A world populated by perfect genetically engineered immortal beings, powerful and decadent, essentially living Gods. Another world had never developed the concept of clothing and the people there had zero sexual inhibitions.” He grinned a broad grin. “That was a fun one!” “Fascinating.” Gar mumbled, only barely understanding what the stranger was saying. “And what of this world?” “No offence, but its not very special.” The coyote grimaced. “Medieval level worlds of swords and warriors and knights and warring kingdoms frankly seem to be annoyingly common in the multi-verse. Although to be fair, this one does have the slightly interesting wrinkle of being solely populated by bears.” Gar bristled slightly at the idea of his world, his home, not being very special. It was certainly special to him. “Of course.” Said the coyote, looking at the big bear warrior strangely. “The problem with my travels is that they can sometimes be a little dangerous. I used to have a bodyguard to protect me, but sadly, I lost him a few universes back.” He sighed, sadly. “He sacrificed his life to save mine.” “I am sorry.” Gar said. “You have my condolences.” “Thank you.” The coyote nodded. “I do miss him, and I will remember him.” He looked Gar over. “You look like quite a warrior, nice and big and strong. Very handsome. I think you will make a great replacement.” Gar chuckled. “Under other circumstances, I might consider it. But I have already pledged my services to King Silverclaw of the Ancient Kingdom, aiding his armies in repelling the northern invaders. And I am a bear of my word…” The stranger was rummaging through his backpack. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” He said, pulling something out. “I seem to have given you the impression that you have a choice in the matter.” Before Gar could react, the coyote held up a small glowing sphere. There was a flash of light. And suddenly, the big bear couldn’t move, his entire body frozen in place. He couldn’t even open his mouth to speak. All he could do was sit there, staring unblinkingly at the stranger who had done this to him. “Paralysis Orb.” The coyote said, returning the object to his backpack. “Affects anyone within three meters aside from the wielder. Very useful. But then, I have picked up all kinds of useful gadgets on my travels. Like this.” He pulled out another object that looked like a curved piece of metal with strange lights dancing across its inner surface. “It’s a piece of brainwashing tech.” The coyote explained. “I picked it up in this horrible dystopian world ruled by a tyrant who had enslaved most of the planet. I’ve made a few adjustments and upgrades to it over the years. I find it very useful for recruiting a new bodyguard whenever I need one. Like I do now.” The stranger stepped towards him. Gar struggled to move but could shift a single muscle even so much as an inch. So, he could do nothing to prevent the strange piece of metal being pressed against the back of his head, where it somehow adhered to his skull. The coyote sat down on the log beside gar and patted him on the leg. “Don’t worry. The brainwashing won’t take too long and then you’ll be feeling a lot better. You’ll be seeing things my way and practically begging to serve me as my bodyguard.” His paw moved from the bear’s leg to his groin, smiling and waggling an eyebrow. “Among other things.” Gar could do nothing but sit there as the thing on the back of his head started to feel very warm and his whole skull started to tingle. Awareness of everything around him seemed to fade, as if every thought in his head was being drained away, his mind going utterly blank. A few minutes passed, and then the bear’s thoughts gradually began to return. But they were different now, as if they’d been processed and altered while they’d been gone. He could no longer understand why he had been so resistant to the idea of becoming the bodyguard for this wonderful coyote. The thought of not obeying every command of this strange traveller just seemed so ridiculous. He was obviously superior to him, far more wily and intelligent. It was only natural for Gar to spend the rest of his life serving and protecting him. And he knew then without a shadow of a doubt that was exactly what he was going to do. Join the coyote on his travels and be whatever he needed Gar to be. Bodyguard, servant, companion, lover. The bear felt a huge swell of affection for this coyote, wanting to do everything he could to ensure his safety and happiness. A beep from the thing on Gar’s head drew the coyote’s attention. He reached up and removed it, shooting the bear a smile. “All done!” As he returned to his backpack to put away the brainwashing device, he said. “The paralysis should be wearing off about now. How are you feeling?” Gar tried to move and found that indeed he could once again, flexing his thick muscular arms a little. “I feel great, Sir.” He ducked his heads submissively. “I am sorry for not recognizing your superiority to me before. I am grateful that you have helped me see the truth of the matter.” The coyote padded back to him and patted him on the head. “You’re very welcome, my bear.” A thrill shot through Gar at Sir calling him his bear and he smiled up at the coyote who he knew now owned his mind, body and soul. “I will of course join you on your travels, Sir, and do whatever you want me to do. For the rest of my days, I am yours to command.” He nuzzled affectionately at the coyote’s paw. “I understand now that is my true place in the universe, at your side and under your command.” Sir chuckled, stroking the bear’s head fur. “Very well said. Now tonight, you are going to tell me all about this world of yours, so I can decide if it’s worth continued exploration or if we’ll travel to a new one in the morning.” Gar nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, Sir! Whatever you desire!” “But that can wait.” The coyote grinned a wide mischievous grin. “Because right now, what I desire is a little sexual release, and I imagine your ass is a lot of fun to fuck! So, strip off that armour of yours and let’s have some fun!” “Yes, Sir!” Gar beamed with pride and happiness at getting to serve this superior coyote as he hurried to obey, determined to do his best to please and satisfy Sir as much as possible for as long as he lived… A Drone’s Decision “Drone #07 reporting as ordered, Master.” The polar bear looked up from his laptop at the big muscle-bound bear that had stepped into his study. Drone 07 was encased in tight form-fitting latex that hugged his bulging muscles like a shiny black second skin. His head was covered by a full rubber hood that resembled a gas mask. On his chest, the number ‘07’ was printed in red lettering on the left pec. His crotch was a smooth bulge and the polar bear knew the drone’s cock was contained in a chastity device beneath the rubber. “Of course, drone.” The polar bear gestured to a spot in front of his desk with a wave of his paw. The drone understood what his Master meant. He strolled across the room and stood in the indicated spot, standing to attention, staring straight ahead. “Report status, Drone 07.” The polar bear behind the desk commanded. The latex-encased bear drone responded without hesitation. “Condition of this drone is very good. Drone is happy and content. This unit has completed its chores for this morning and daily workout. Ready to receive new commands from its Master.” Master smiled and nodded. “Remove your hood.” There was a moment’s hesitation before the drone obeyed, but only a moment. It had been an unexpected command. So much of his time was spent in the hood and his latex that being told to remove any of it was unusual. Under normal circumstances, he was only permitted to remove it to wash and eat. The drone reached up and peeled the rubber hood from his head, unbuckling the straps and unzipping it at the back. He pulled it off to reveal his brown fur, messy and matted with sweat. The polar bear sighed. “Now… Drone 07, full deactivation.” Those words seemed to flip a switch in the drone’s head, sleeping parts of his mind reawakening, memories and awareness flooding back in an instant. Simon McCray blinked, feeling confused and disoriented and a little dizzy, glancing about as he tried to get his thoughts in order. He was in a study. Master’s study, the polar bear watching him carefully from behind his desk. His body was covered in wonderful black latex that made him look damn hot. In one paw he was holding the rubber hood that had adorned his head for most of the past month… A month. He had been a rubber-encased slave drone for the past month, he remembered. Hypnotized and mindless, devoted and obedient… “How are you feeling?” Master asked. “I’m okay.” Simon reassured him, rubbing at his head with a latex-gloved paw. “It was just a bit… weird, waking up like that. Took me a second for my brain to process things…” “I understand.” The polar bear nodded. “But it was time for you to wake up and return to your normal self. The month’s trial period we agreed upon is up.” The bear remembered the deal he’d made with the polar bear Master. He’d always fantasized about being a brainwashed slave drone. Master had given him a chance to experience it for real, but had insisted that he just try it for a time, in case it turned out he didn’t like the reality as much as the fantasy. A month had been the longest trial period Master had been willing to agree to… And now it was over. A pang of regret struck Simon. Looking back on his memories of the past month, he had loved every second of it. The blissful contentment of total mindless obedience to his Master, getting to spend so much time covered in tight shiny latex, being a slave and sexual plaything… thinking about it all caused his cock to strain against the confines of his chastity device and he absentmindedly rubbed at the bulge of his crotch. The polar bear was watching him, a smug grin on his muzzle. “I would ask if you enjoyed your time as my slave drone, but I already know you did…” “Yeah!” Simon babbled. “It was amazing! So much better than I thought possible! In fact, I would love it if…” He trailed off, feeling a pang of uncertainty. Surely it was to soon to ask Master to…? “You would love it if I made you a drone permanently?” The polar bear finished for him. “As we discussed as a possibility before your trial period?” “Yes!” The bear said, nodding vigorously. He then stopped, bowing his head submissively. “That is, if you want take me as your permanent drone, Master.” “Are you absolutely certain it’s what you really want?” Master asked, his tone deeply serious. “You really want to forever give up your old life, your identity of Simon McCray? Are you really seriously sure this is what you want? To spend the rest of your life, your every waking moment, as a near mindless slave drone devoted to serving and obeying me? I want you to be absolutely certain!” Simon stood there for a few minutes, thinking about it, fidgeting with the rubber hood in his paws. He thought about his lonely life with few family and fewer friends. He thought about the succession of low-paying dead-end jobs that were his career. He thought about how wonderful and content he had been under the total control of his Master. He reached a decision. “I am certain this is what I want, Master. Please, make me one of your slave drones, now and forever!” Master let out a low chuckle. “I thought so. But I had to be sure, give you a chance to back out, change your mind. However, I am very glad you didn’t.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder, which he pushed across the desk towards Simon. “Before we proceed, here’s some paperwork I’ll need you to sign.” “Paperwork?” Simon frowned. He stepped over to the desk and placed the rubber hood down as he flipped open the folder. “Just a few things to take care of your old life.” Master explained. “Documents signing your possessions and money over to me, giving me power of attorney, things of that nature.” He offered Simon a pen. “This is your last chance to back out, Simon.” The bear didn’t hesitate, taking the pen and scrawling his signature where indicated on each of the documents. When he was done, he slid the papers back to the polar bear. Master was grinning broadly as he gathered up the papers and returned them to his desk drawer. “Excellent! I am very glad to have you, my new drone. Partly because it means the money I spent having this made wasn’t wasted…” From another drawer of his desk, he pulled out something else, which he offered to Simon. The bear took it and saw it was a new rubber hood. It seemed custom made. Red lettering on the forehead read ‘07’. He had seen similar custom hoods on the other six slave drones in Master’s service. “During one of your many hypnosis sessions.” Master said, standing up and strolling around the desk towards him. “I had a few of the other drones make a mould of your head. That was used to make you a special new rubber hood that would fit your head like a glove. It also has a few built-in enhancements which we’ll get to. Here, let’s get it on you…” Master helped Simon slip the tight latex hood on over his head, getting his ears into sleeves designed for them, lining up the air holes with his nose, making sure the transparent lenses set into the rubber were properly in place over his eyes. It really did fit perfectly, it was tight, yet immensely comfortable. The intoxicating scent of rubber filling Simon’s nose caused a fresh straining of his cock in its chastity device. There was a small zipper around the muzzle and Master opened it, allowing him to speak. “How does it feel?” He asked. “Amazing, Master!” Simon replied. “Thank you so much for this!” “We’re not done yet.” Master said, returning to sit behind his desk. “Now, the enhancements I mentioned… You no longer need to sit in front of a computer wearing headphones and staring at a spiral to receive hypnotic brainwashing. The speakers in the hood’s earpieces and projectors in the eye lenses mean it can happen anywhere, whenever I like. Like so…” Master hit a few keys on his laptop, and suddenly Simon’s vision was gone, the eyes of his hood going black. A second later, they lit up with flashing swirling spirals. A month of staring at such hypnotic spirals on a regular basis had trained his mind to instantly relax and become enthralled, slipping into a trance easily, unable to look away from the colourful patterns dancing before him. Master’s voice suddenly filled his ears. “Your hypnotic brainwashing sessions are going to be a lot more often and more intense, at least for the next few months as we ensure Simon McCray is permanently suppressed in your mind. Several hours several times a day and all night while you sleep. Starting now. Are you ready to be nothing but Drone 07 from now on?” His mind already in a deep obedient trance, the bear could only say one thing in response. “Yes, Master…” “See you in a few hours…” Master’s voice cut out, replaced by a looped track of deep hypnotic tones overlaid with the polar bear’s voice, instructing him of his place as a lowly mindless slave drone, the loyal and devoted property of his Master, now and forever… Sometime later, the track clicked off and his eyepieces became transparent again. He blinked slightly, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light. Drone 07 was stood in his Master’s study. His magnificent polar bear Master was stood naked before him, watching him. The bear drone stood at attention, awaiting orders. “Report status, Drone 07.” Master commanded. “Condition of this drone is excellent, Master.” Drone 07 responded instantly. “Drone is content and happy with its place This unit is ready to serve and awaiting orders.” The polar bear smiled. “Tell me, does the name Simon McCray mean anything to you?” The bear drone shook his head. “No, Master. This drone is unfamiliar with that designation and has no knowledge of anyone with that name.” “Excellent!” Master laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Now, turn around and bend over.” The drone did as he was told, knowing from experience what was about to happen. Sure enough, the zipper built into the rear of his latex suit was pulled open, exposing his ass to the air. A few moments later, he felt a paw smearing lube between his cheeks and around his tailhole. A moment after that, his Master’s think cock plunged into him, hard and rough. Pleasure exploded through the bear drone, a gasp of delight escaping his muzzle as his amazing polar bear Master fucked him, fast and relentless. The drone enjoyed every ecstasy-inducing second of it. “Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, my slave drone!” Master laughed as he pounded himself in and out of the latex encased bear. Drone 07 didn’t know what Master meant by that. As far as he knew, this life as the polar bear’s slave drone had always been his life, he certainly couldn’t remember ever being anything else… But then, he was a slave drone. It wasn’t his place to know things. It was his place to mindlessly serve and obey and please his Master. And as his Master roared with pleasure and came inside him, filling his ass with his cum, Drone 07 knew with every fibre of his being that he would be doing just that every day of his life… Seeking Reassurance Lloyd and Hugo cuddled and nuzzled against each other in bed, relaxing in the after glow of their intense sex session. They were sweaty, fur matted and sticky with cum in several places, the smell of sex hanging in the air. They both knew they should go shower, get cleaned up, but neither wanted to leave the other’s embrace. Lloyd was the first to move, the black bear pulling back slightly in order to look his mate in the eye. “I love you, Hon.” He said. Hugo smiled back at him, in that big dopey way that Lloyd always found to be so utterly adorable. “I love you too. So much.” The grizzly bear gave Lloyd a kiss on the nose and snuggled up against him again. Warmth spread through the black bear’s chest at those words, and he drew comfort from them, from the feel and smell of this big marvellous bear beside him. But familiar paranoid niggles immediately crept in again, as they usually did. What if he was lying? What if Hugo was just using him for sex? What if his mate was only with him because he felt sorry for him and would soon leave him? A long parade of terrible relationships with liars and abusers prior to meeting Hugo had left the black bear with a lot of insecurities, a lot of deep-seated worries. After all, a great grizzly like Hugo could do so much better for a mate than a paranoid mess like him. Lloyd winced as he realized what he was about to do, even though he had told himself that last time would be the very last time. Now, here he was, about to do it again. But he needed the reassurance, and knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he got it… “Hugo.” He said, and he saw the grizzly bear’s ears perk up. “Entranced Grizzly.” As the words left his muzzle, he felt his mate’s large frame relax against him. He pulled back enough to look at him properly and saw that Hugo was now glassy eyed, his expression relaxed and neutral. The trigger phrase had worked again, and the grizzly was now once again in a hypnotic trance. He had learned to hypnotize his mate several months back. A hypnotherapist friend of theirs had taught him after suggesting is as a way to tackle his insecurities. After all, in a trance, Hugo wouldn’t be able to lie to him, he’d be able to find the truth and gain some reassurance from it. Lloyd really didn’t like doing this. It felt too much like going behind his mate’s back, too much like mistrusting him. But it had helped him settle into his relationship with Hugo, and he had needed to do it less and less as time went on, But he needed to do it now. “Hugo, can you hear me?” Lloyd said, soothingly. “Yes…” The big hypnotized grizzly replied, his words slightly slurred. “In this state, you will tell me the absolute truth, won’t you?” “Yes…” Hugo said. “Absolute truth…” “Do you really love me?” Lloyd asked. “Do you really want to be in a relationship with me?” Although deep down he knew what the answer was going to be, there was always a moment of dread for the black bear that his mate might say no this time… “Yes, I love you…” Hugo slurred, a smile creeping onto his muzzle. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone… Want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me… Want to ask you to marry me…” Lloyd went wide-eyed at that last part. That was new! Hugo wanted to marry him! Guilt struck him. He’d ruined the surprise by finding out this way. Because of his damn paranoia. He felt horrible, completely unworthy of the grizzly. With a deep breath, Lloyd reached a decision. He was going to be better than this, find a better way to deal with his insecurity. This was definitely going to be the last time he hypnotized Hugo. He was going to be the kind of bear worthy of being the grizzly’s husband and spending the rest of his life with. Perhaps he should go see their friend, have him hypnotize him and make him forget what he’d just learned, so that it would still be a surprise when Hugo proposed? But for now, it was time to wake up his mate. “On the count of three, you will wake up feeling good and relaxed and as always, you will not remember having been in a trance…. 1… 2… 3!” Hugo blinked, looking at his mate. “Huh? Did you just say something, love?” “No.” Lloyd smiled adoringly at him and snuggled up against him. “Nothing at all beyond how much I love you…” The big grizzly cuddled up with him, stroking his head fur gently. But something niggled at Hugo’s mind. Something about the black bear’s behaviour felt like he was keeping something from him… “Lloyd.” He said, before he realized what he was doing. “Black Out Bear.” As he spoke the trigger phrase, Lloyd slumped against him, his whole body relaxing. Hugo looked at his mate’s glassy eyed expression, seeing that it had worked again. The black bear was in a hypnotic trance. Hugo silently cursed himself. He thought he’d got past doing this! But it seemed the scars from the parade of dishonest mates in the past, hurting him with lies and secrets, ran a lot deeper than he realized. He tried to blame their hypnotherapist friend for teaching him how to hypnotize Lloyd, how to put him a trance so he could get the absolute truth from him, but he knew that was unfair. The blame rested solely on his shoulders for actually doing it. But he needed this. He needed the reassurance that Lloyd wasn’t keeping anything bad from him. He loved the hell of the black bear, completely and totally. After all, he was planning on getting down on one knee and asking him to marry him sometime in the near future! The thing was, he’d never met anyone as amazing as Lloyd. The bad things he’d been through in his past were terrible, and yet he’d found the strength to overcome them, to become this wonderful, loving and caring guy. The kind of guy Hugo couldn’t help but feel he was a little unworthy of… Then I need to be more worthy of him, the grizzly decided with intense determination. This was absolutely going to be the last time he did this. No more hypnosis, no more mistrust. He would do whatever it took to be the kind of bear worthy of marrying Lloyd. So, for the very last time, he asked his hypnotized black bear mate. “Lloyd, are you keeping anything hurtful from me? Do you really love me?” He didn’t want to pry into any of Lloyd’s personal secrets if he didn’t have to, so Hugo had always phrased it as ‘anything hurtful’ to avoid doing that too much. And the reply was the same as always. “I never keep anything hurtful from you…” Lloyd said, his tone of voice happy and relaxed. “I love you so damn much…” Hugo held onto those words, smiling and savouring the warmth they filled him with. But then Lloyd suddenly added something new. “Want so much to be your husband someday…” The grizzly bear blinked in surprise at that. Lloyd, this wonderful black bear he was lucky enough to call his mate, wanted to marry him! He had to take a moment to force back tears of joy… This new knowledge felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was suddenly not so nervous about proposing to his mate now. But it also made him feel ashamed for secretly hypnotizing him, for not being better and more trusting. For not being worthy of him. I’ll do better, Hugo told himself, his determination bolstered by this new revelation. I can do it. I can be the kind of grizzly bear worthy of being Lloyd’s husband. The first step was to cut it out with the hypnosis. It was time to wake up his mate. “Lloyd, when I count to three, you will wake up, and you will feel refreshed and relaxed. And as usual, you will not remember having been hypnotized… 1… 2… 3!” Lloyd blinked, momentarily confused, but not sure why. “What was that, Hon?” The big grizzly bear pulled him close and crushed their muzzles together, kissing him. It quickly became a deep and passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. It lasted for several minutes. When they pulled apart, Hugo looked into Lloyd’s eyes, the eyes of the black bear who was going to be his husband, beaming adoration. “I love you, Lloyd. More completely than I could ever fully express…” Lloyd looked back at him, at the grizzly he knew with absolute certainty he would be marrying in the not too distant future, and his expression was filled with warmth and happiness. “I love you too, Hugo. With all my heart…” Not needing any more words, the two bears held each other tightly, cuddling and nuzzling, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms… |
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