#kinktober art for Renyard2001
"The fox was stripped bare, slumped against the padded walls. His arms hung limp by his sides; his legs struggled to remain propped under his bodyweight. The only thing the test subject could do, he wanted to do, was breathe…
...inhale the hypnotic gas that was being fed to him by the respirator on his face.
Some stray thoughts bubbled to the top of Reynard’s mind. Did he...sign up to test this new compound for his work? Yes! It was to be introduced into the nightclub for customers to have a completely submissive experience, akin to workers like the fox. It wouldn’t be cheap of course, but customers wouldn't need to have silly worries about money or budgets. All they wanted to do was obey.
All Reynard wanted to do was...obey his owner. Feel pleasure from serving. He needed to be obedient to the... The….
It didn’t matter.
The thought of his work dissipated and the test subject went back to following the easy path. Focusing on his pleasure. He didn’t care about the chilled air that coursed throughout his fur, or the nudity he exposed to the ceiling camera. The green gas was intoxicatingly good!
There was a loud creak of metal as the door swung open.
Wait...the door? The vulpine struggled to lift his eyelids, showing the unnatural white spiral that had taken hold. His eyes were wet, tears blurred the scientist in front of him. The navy fur of the skunk stood out against the white lab coat draped over the male.
“How are we feeling, Rey?” The scientist asked, updating the experiment logs on his tablet. “Wanting to obey?”
“Yeeaah…” The fox slurred out.
The skunk's eyes narrowed. This was...unexpected. Reynard was clearly experiencing something akin to being stoned; being in a completely compliant and relaxed state. The male pheromones that were mixed in with the gas were working. Perhaps too well. Were there some further complications to his subject’s health? The skunk’s fur bristled, crouching in front of the fox and placing two digits on Reynard’s neck.
“Strong and slow….Hmm.” The skunk muttered as he checked the fox's pulse. It was nominal, but not ideal. It would be monitored for the next test subjects; the nightclub couldn’t risk having its dancers collapsing on stage. “I’ll need to adjust the saturation of the gas. We want mindless obedience, not a pillow...no matter how comfy you look.”
Reynard locked his gaze with the male, focusing on the skunk's green eyes. Some awareness bubbled up from the drugged mind. Memories and thoughts blurred. Some part of him wondered if this man was his....master? Was he? No answer would be given. The vulpine's strength gave out once more. His eyelids shut. Reynard didn’t need to pay attention to the skunk’s ramblings. No. He was only concerned with obedience and pleasure.
He just had to breathe more of that gas..."
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Thanks for brining my vision to life! It's awesome art and I had a blast writing that caption too!
Awww... I love how cute and woozy he looks. Just a little gas is all you need to turn anytime into a good time.
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