“Take a seat, Miss Ceres.”
Fauna complied, folding her skirt under her legs and settling into the leather chair across from the source of the invitation - a smartly dressed man with a soft smile. She reached to one side, stowing the clipped-out magazine advertisement she’d used to book this appointment in her purse, taking a final glance at the text as she did so.
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“Now, let’s discuss the task at hand - how would you like to improve your communication skills? Or is there another way I can assist you?” The man - he’d introduced himself as an ‘independent counselor’ - pulled a wooden clipboard from a side table, gazing attentively at Fauna, pen at the ready. The green-haired kirin opened her mouth, considering for a moment before speaking.
“Well, I stream to a large audience online…”
Fauna’s concerns began to trickle out, haltingly at first, then flowing freely as she tapped into the worries she normally kept hidden, buried under layers of responsibility and distraction. The man nodded occasionally, scribbling a note now and again while she told him about her desire to improve her ASMR, the impostor syndrome that came with high viewership numbers, the need to stay energetic and give her subscribers an even better listening experience. A nagging sense of professionalism warned the hololive member that she might be sharing too much, but it just felt so good to finally explain this all to someone…
She paused, the counselor had leaned back in his chair, clipboard in his lap, no longer taking notes. A blush tinged Fauna’s pale cheeks, the ribbons tied around her short antlers rustling softly as she glanced at the floor. She’d rambled too much. A soft chuckle reached her ears, followed by a tap as the man set his clipboard down on the table once more, leaning forward slightly and clasping his hands.
“There’s nothing unusual about your concerns, Miss Ceres. In fact, they’re very common among content creators. You want to show your best self to the people who offer you attention and support - it’s an admirable sentiment. But you may need to change your approach just a little bit.”
Fauna nodded, scooting forward in her chair to match the counselor’s posture, tapping one black painted fingernail on the armrest. What sort of change?
“Calm, Miss Ceres. Relaxation. You yourself must be at ease in order to soothe others. Perfectly logical, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but-”
The counselor cut her off by raising one hand, still smiling. “But how to calm down? Don’t worry, Miss Ceres. We’ll work through some exercises that will be helpful to you. Just lean back and listen, please. Your career consists mostly of speaking but listening would make for a welcome change, wouldn’t it?”
Yes. Fauna thought, settling backwards and folding her hands in her lap, translucent black sleeves rustling. The man began to speak once more, his tone soft and casual - as though comforting a close friend.
“That’s it. Take a break from all those worries you’ve been holding onto, they’re not helpful to you. Focus on the here and now instead - a quiet room, a cozy seat, no audience observing you, isn’t this nice?”
It is…Fauna’s mind responded to the question automatically, her brows furrowing slightly as she did her best to push all of the nagging work-related concerns and to-dos out of her thoughts.
“Good. Now, this next part will work better if I address you more casually - It’s okay if I call you Fauna, right?” The kirin nodded without thinking. “Wonderful. Now, Fauna, can you imagine making a fist so tight that you couldn’t possibly squeeze it any tighter? Don’t try that - I want you to do the opposite, let your hands relax completely, loosen your muscles, let go of any tension or intent. Do the same with the rest of your arms…and your shoulders…and so on…excellent. But as you allow your body to relax, please do keep your eyes open and your attention on me…very well done, you’re good at following directions, aren’t you?”
Good at…following…Fauna sank deeper into the chair, one hand slipping off the armrest as she allowed every part of her body to settle into relaxation, keeping her gaze on the man across from her. She wasn’t sure how this was related to streaming though.
“Wonderful. Now, you’re doing very well, but that’s only a physical form of relaxation. Let’s try the mental version, shall we?” The counselor reached into his suit pocket, withdrawing a small coin tied to a string. Fauna furrowed her eyebrows, wasn’t that used for-
“Look closely now, you can think of this coin like a broom or a mop for your cluttered thoughts…each time it swings side to side it will sweep one of those pesky little worries right away…starting with your concerns about this relaxation method.”
The man swung the coin gently to one side and Fauna’s stunning golden eyes followed, perfectly tracking the glinting disc. Back…and forth…worries? She’d been on the verge of realizing something just a moment ago…it probably wasn’t important. Watching seemed important though.
“Very good. Now, let’s do some counting. We’ll start at ten and go down, each time I say a number and swing the coin you’ll realize that you’ve become twice as relaxed, twice as calm, twice as attentive. Let’s begin.”
The green-haired kirin nodded almost imperceptibly, gaze still glued to the pendulum. Counting. That would be easy, easier than worrying. Some part of her mind was trying to form a thought, but with every swing of the coin the sensation faded. Back…and forth…just looking and listening…
“Ten. Twice as calm.”
“Nine. Sweeping away all those pesky thoughts.”
“Eight. You’re doing so well.”
Relaxation wrapped around Fauna’s mind like a warm blanket, snuffing out the remnants of misgivings and confusion alike. Her expression softened, composed demeanor giving way to an increasingly blank stare, golden eyes shimmering. So peaceful…
“Seven. You love listening. Listening helps you relax.”
“Six. You love relaxing. Relaxing helps you listen.”
Everything he was saying seemed so obvious, so fundamental, how had she not realized this before? The growing sense of thoughtless calm was intoxicating, how would it feel to go even deeper?
“Five. Good girl, Fauna.”
Good Girl... The kirin flushed slightly, still staring intently at the oscillating coin. She was used to superficial praise, of course - her audience showered her with it every stream. But these words felt more genuine. As though she was being absolved of self-doubt, told with real certainty that she’d done well.
“Four. Dropping so deep for me.”
“Three. Obeying is easier than thinking.”
So easy…Fauna’s mouth slipped open, jaw slackening, leaking a thin strand of drool past the black choker nestled around her neck and onto her shirt, eyes glassy and dilated. Stare…Listen…Obey…Relax…
“Two. This state will persist even if the pendulum leaves your sight.”
Something flickered on the surface of Fauna’s irises.
“One. From now on you will refer to me as Master. Do you understand?”
Fauna responded immediately, her voice devoid of emotion. “Yes, Master.”
Her Master leaned slightly closer, passing the pendulum just inches from her entranced face. This was a greater success than he’d dared hope for, the guardian of nature reduced to a drooling, submissive mess in mere minutes. What a trusting girl. Time to cement the status quo.
“Fauna, listen carefully. When I snap my fingers, you’ll blink once - and when you reopen your eyes, you’ll be permanently locked into this state of relaxed obedience, blissfully complying with my every word and whim.”
“Yes, Master.”
Snap!
Fauna blinked lazily, drool still trickling from the corner of her mouth, the gradual reopening of her eyelids revealing a slowly-twisting spiral pattern on the surface of each golden iris. The birds outside ceased their chirping, as though sensing that their patron had been subdued.
Her Master tucked the coin back into a pocket, standing and admiring her seated tranced-out form. He’d seen her from afar via streams but leaning over the body of Ceres Fauna in person - his to command - was almost dreamlike.
“Fauna, kneel down on the floor and look up at me.”
The kirin complied immediately, thoughtlessly slipping from the chair to the carpet and collapsing onto her knees before straightening her back, smoothing her skirt and adopting a respectful kneeling posture - hands in lap, chin inclined, swirling eyes gazing steadfastly up towards her new Master.
“Good girl. Now, remove your shirt.”
The moment the words left her Master’s mouth, Fauna’s body responded with blissful obedience, arms rising automatically over her head as she shed her black T-shirt in a smooth motion, casting it to one side to reveal the low neckline and leather straps of the dress underneath.
“Show me your breasts.”
The guardian of nature faltered for a fraction of a second, but her translucent-sleeved arms were already moving - deftly unbuckling the the shoulder straps of her dress before grasping the top edge of her bodice and slowly pulling downward, revealing more and more of her pale bosom until, with a soft jiggle, her pale breasts came into view, rosy nipples swaying slightly with every motion. Fauna’s physique could only be described as divine, ripe and inviting with a narrow waist and comforting curves. Once fully bared she paused, her Master’s order complete, letting her arms drop limply to either side.
Her Master stepped closer, bringing his waist within reach. “Undress me, Fauna.”
The kirin’s hands moved gracefully, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the loops before setting it aside, meticulously unbuttoning and unzipping, until she pulled his underwear down, allowing her Master’s erection to spring free. A soft gasp escaped her lips, spiraling eyes crossing slightly as she stared at the engorged cock almost touching her face.
Her Master chuckled, amused by the mild surprise apparent on Fauna’s entranced features. This must be a first for her. A little fun wouldn’t hurt.
“Fauna, listen closely. This is a lowly sapling - a poor creature in need of comfort. He’s been alone for a long time, hidden away and unloved, don’t you want to help him?
Fauna’s eyebrows drew together as her Master’s words brought her caring nature to the surface, concern leaking into her voice. “How can I help, Master?”
Her Master’s “sapling” twitched. “By touching and stimulating him with your hands and mouth. Envelop him in your warmth, and if you make him happy enough he’ll share his seed with you.”
The kirin brought her hands to her Master’s waist level, giving his cock an exploratory poke, then wrapping one black-fingernailed hand around the shaft, moving slowly and gently as though she were caring for a wounded animal. “There there, sapling…it’s going to be okay, I’m here for you.”
Her Master stifled a laugh, but Fauna’s handjob skills were no joke, lightly fondling his sack with one hand while the other performed slow, patient pumping motions, rambling in a comforting and encouraging tone all the while. Then she leaned in, tongue extending, licking at the head of his member.
“You’re going to be….haaaaahh…just fine, sapling…haaaanf…”
Fauna suddenly took him into her mouth, cutting her own words short, swirling eyes flicking upwards under her long lashes to gaze into his as she enveloped him completely in the summery heat of her throat. She gagged softly for a moment, lavishing his length deliciously with her tongue before pulling back and resuming her handjob, drooling onto his cock to provide additional lubrication, bare breasts swaying as she moved.
Her Master moaned softly, feeling a telltale heat gathering in his loins, his climax approaching. “He’s about to share his seed with you, make sure to catch it all.”
Fauna increased her pace, pumping more insistently as she coaxed the “sapling” towards orgasm with her deft fingers, eager to receive his offering. Until suddenly, with a soft grunt of satisfaction, the kirin’s Master came all over her face and hair, decorating her lovely features with thick ropes of seed. The guardian of nature opened wide, catching as much of the rich ejaculate as possible between her soft lips, swallowing once before pulling the cum-adorned hair framing her face towards her mouth, carefully slurping up as much of his creamy essence as she could reach, although some still dripped from her horns.
Her Master gave her a pat on the head, breathing more heavily than before. “Good girl, Fauna.”
Good girl. Those words plunged Fauna even deeper into the trance, flooding her mind with submissive satisfaction. She settled back into her kneeling pose, arms resting at her sides once more, eyes spiraling ceaselessly.
Her Master paced back and forth for a moment before addressing her again.
“Stand up.”
Fauna rose gracefully to her feet, naturally coordinated despite her topless, disheveled state. Long green hair, netted stockings, leather boots - a fashionable look by any measure, its appeal enhanced by the kirin’s elegant proportions.
“That’s a lovely outfit, but you’d look even better without it. Give me a slow striptease.”
The guardian of nature nodded mindlessly then turned away, bringing her hands to the buttons at the back of her dress, glancing back over one bare shoulder to keep her Master in view. She swayed her hips gently as she worked, delicately undoing each fastener before pulling the garment over her head with a languid motion, allowing it to drop to one side and revealing the full extent of her legs and back. Filmy black lace panties rode low on her hips, their color and pattern complementing her detached sleeves.
Fauna paused briefly, untying the ribbons that adorned her antlers before leaning down to unlace her boots, putting her perfect ass on full display. After stepping carefully out of her footwear and slipping off her stockings, she turned to face her Master once more, breasts swaying horizontally as she came to a stop and slid her fingers around the straps of her panties, pulling them ever-so-slowly down her creamy thighs. The lacy fabric clung to her lower lips for a mere moment before pulling free, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of green hair above the kirin’s womanhood. She raised one knee, guiding the undergarment down her calf and slipping the black fabric under her foot before repeating the process with the other leg, dropping her panties gently onto the floor like a tree shedding its last leaf before winter. She reached for the thin choker around her neck, the last garment adorning her practically-nude form, before her Master’s voice interrupted the motion.
“Leave the collar, it looks good on you.”
Fauna stopped, settling into a neutral posture, golden eyes whirling. With the exception of the subtle motions of her breathing, she looked almost like a statue - perfectly still, perfectly sculpted.
Her Master took in the sight for a long moment, considering his next command. Beautiful women were to be enjoyed, not merely admired, after all.
“Fauna, step towards the wall and place one hand on it.”
The kirin complied, positioning herself against the wall adjacent to the room’s lone window, placing her right hand on the surface. She regarded her Master with a sidelong gaze, legs parted slightly, as if anticipating his desires.
“Use your other hand to pull your left leg upwards, be sure to keep your footing.”
Fauna obeyed, hooking her left hand under the aforementioned leg, performing a partial vertical split and leaning closer to the wall, expertly balancing herself. The folds of her pussy parted slightly, a hint of wetness leaking down the inner surface of her right thigh.
Her Master drew close, the temptation presented by the guardian of nature leaning against a wall with her legs spread awakening a primal breeding instinct within him. He aligned his rock-hard shaft with Fauna’s entrance, placing his hands on her waist. The urge to plunge into her nearly overwhelmed him, but he held himself back just long enough to give the enraptured kirin another command.
“I want to hear you enjoy this, Fauna.”
Any acknowledgement she might have given was immediately cut short by a gasp as her Master bucked forward, impaling her on his cock. Fauna’s body spasmed, barely keeping her balance as he hilted himself inside of her. Her voice escaped with a melodious whimper, moans dripping from her lips.
“A-ahh, m-Master, that’s so… mmmnf~”
He pulled his hips back momentarily, only to immediately piston back into her slick heat, settling into a steady rhythm. Fauna’s insides felt absolutely divine, every fold and pleat of her flesh gripping his cock with an organic friction no toy or hand could replicate. He pushed further, rutting into the kirin with abandon. Her toes curled, the golden whirlpools in her eyes deepening as the sensations of sex and submission intermingled.
“Uuuu…Master you’re so deep…oOh…”
Fauna continued to moan and babble as her Master increased his pace, his climax approaching. He spluttered another command between ragged breaths, almost as thoughtless from pleasure as the woman he’d hypnotized.
“Fauna, when I cum, you will too.”
She felt his shaft stiffen, the pressure of a final thrust forcing her cheek against the wall as he blew his load, planting his seed deep within her. Fauna arched her back, letting out a worshipful moan.
“Mmmmaaaasterr~Oh!”
The kirin’s whirling eyes rolled upwards as her orgasm hit, legs shaking, drooling freely as she savored the heat of her Master’s cum pouring into her womb. He remained inside her for a long moment, pulse thundering in his ears, before pulling back, leaving Fauna braced against the wall, cum dripping down her leg. She remained obediently in her spread pose, although it seemed clear that even in her entranced state she might be nearing some physical limits.
“You can stand normally, Fauna.”
The guardian of nature lowered her raised leg, turning to face her Master, demeanor subdued once more, although a flush still colored her cheeks.
“Wait there for a moment.”
He quickly fetched some paper towels from the bathroom attached to his office, tossing a few on the ground near Fauna.
“Clean yourself up a bit and put your clothes back on.”
She complied, gathering her scattered garments and wiping down her body before putting her outfit back on. A careful observer might notice the odd stain or occasional wrinkle, but the kirin now appeared somewhat presentable.
“Back to your chair.”
Fauna obediently returned to her seat.
“Listen closely, Fauna. I’m going to give you some instructions now, and you’ll find yourself completely obedient to them - even if I allow your usual personality to resurface. Do you understand?”
The guardian of nature nodded, her eyes like golden whirlpools. “Yes, Master.”
“When I next snap my fingers your normal mannerisms and thought patterns will resume and you’ll find yourself unable to remember anything that happened between when I started the countdown and now. You’ll also be unable to perceive any of the leftover effects of our physical activities. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Additionally, when you hear me say the word ‘collaboration’ you’ll remember everything that happened today and will be free to verbally and emotionally react to it - but your physical actions will remain bound by my commands. Are you ready to abide by these commands?”
“Yes, Master.”
Snap!
Fauna blinked, the spirals vanishing from her eyes in an instant, straightening her spine and returning to her pre-trance posture. She shook her head briefly, mild confusion apparent on her features. Had the angle of the sunlight changed?
“Um…counting?” She asked, veiling her disorientation behind the inquiry.
The counselor raised one eyebrow, keeping his composure. “We’ve already done the counting exercise, Miss Ceres. Don't you remember?”
The kirin raised one hand to her forehead, scouring her memory. Something seemed off, she’d come in, sat down, told him about her stress, then he’d suggested some relaxation exercises and…
And then what? Had she dozed off? Something about the counselor's mannerisms seemed unusual, as though he was privy to some inside joke she knew nothing about.
Fauna smiled awkwardly, taking hold of her purse and rising to her feet. Time to go. If she was tired enough to fall asleep mid-appointment she should really get home.
“I’ll be okay. Thanks for the advice, perhaps I’ll visit again.”
The man nodded, giving her a farewell gesture with one hand.
“Thank you, Miss Ceres. I enjoyed our collaboration.”
Collaboration.
Disjointed memories flashbanged Fauna’s mind, each lewder and more outlandish than the last. The motions of a coin on a string, washing away her thoughts. Calling the counselor Master.
What? No! I wouldn’t-
Showing him her breasts. Kneeling and servicing his cock. Performing a striptease.
I would never, no, this can’t be real-
Bracing herself against the wall for breeding sex. Welcoming his seed into her womb.
Why did I…Oh God.
I did. And I…I loved it.
The kirin’s legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees as though she’d been struck by a blunt object. Her purse escaped her grasp, its contents spilling across the floor as tears of humiliation and confusion began to drop from Fauna’s eyes. Had she been drugged? Was she going insane? What else could cause such impossible, unthinkable, delicious memories? She looked up, her face a mess of emotions, barely managing to stammer a pleading question to the counselor.
“W-what did you do to me?!”
The man regarded her with something between pity and amusement, steepling his fingers before answering.
“I showed you a way to relax and relieve stress. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”
Fauna couldn’t muster a response, breaking eye contact and attempting to stand, only to plop right back down into a kneeling posture, supporting herself with both arms. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. The guardian of nature’s normally-warm voice wavered precipitously, her composure completely shattered.
“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Please.”
The man rose from his chair, pulling something from his pocket as he approached. Fauna turned away, squeezing her eyes shut, if she looked at that coin again-
“Look at me, Fauna.”
The kirin’s neck swiveled against her will, her eyes opening. Fauna’s voice reached new heights of panic, terrified by her inability to control her own body.
“No! No don’t make me-”
A metallic glint captured her gaze.
Back…and forth…
“...make…me…”
Fauna’s quivers subsided, soothed away by waves of familiar calm as the pendulum swept a beautiful arc across her vision, dulling her distressed thoughts. Spirals whirled into being on the surface of her golden irises once more, deepening as she continued to stare.
“Good girl. Drop right back down for me. You’ve been under the whole time anyway - I just wanted to see your reaction.”
Fauna’s gaze remained glued to the coin, slack-jawed and drooling, the tear stains on her face only enhancing her submissive appearance as the trance reclaimed her mind. Her Master allowed himself a smug grin, tucking the pendulum away and fiddling with his phone for a moment.
“Gather your things and stand. You’ll need to appear normal for the next while, behavior and expression alike.”
Fauna blinked, spirals fading from her eyes, before picking the dropped items from her purse off the floor and rising to her feet, regarding her Master with something resembling typical composure. He glanced back at his phone, marking a checklist item as complete before moving his finger slightly lower on the display.
“You’re friends with Nanashi Mumei, aren’t you Fauna?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’d like to meet her. Can you help me with that?”
Fauna smiled beautifully, the barest hint of a spiral flickering onto her irises before dimming once more. “Of course, Master.”