“These seats are pretty far back, Vi,” Matts said, squeezing along an aisle of reclining theatre chairs. “You sure this is the right row?”

“Trust me, this is easily going to give us the best view,” the purple haired wolf responded. “...And a little privacy.”

“I trust whatever you say, Director.” Ulti shuffled along after her, smiling politely as she offered the compliment.

The wolfess’ grey paw reached back to tickle around the blue lizard’s neck affectionately. “Good girl, and why wouldn’t you?” Vinyl took her seat between the two of them and gave Matts a coquettish smile that silently enforced a few layers of her charming influence onto him.

The blue furred wolf took his seat without further protest, settling in only to find the theatre accommodations surprisingly comfortable. His seat was a thick leather, or some cheaper imitation though still comfortable, and reclined back slightly with a footrest that was built into the seat in front of him. The air was temperate and the theatre fairly quiet, only a few silhouetted heads could be seen interspersed throughout the room; the conditions were fairly perfect for a quiet, semi-private viewing.

Honestly Matts was surprised that Vinyl had managed to book such a luxurious venue, as small as it was, to host a viewing of a short film she’d taken part in. The wolfess had been purposefully tight-lipped in the few details she’d let slip for Matts and Ulti, repeatedly telling them that ‘the surprise would be worth it’. It was always met with a chuckle from the blue wolf as he reminded her what a sucker he is for surprises. But then again…

“Sure there’s nothing else we get to know before it starts?” he asked.

Vinyl pursed her lips for a moment, considering the opportunity. “Just that I’m going to be very excited to see how you both respond to it.”

Matts gave her a smile that was somewhere between expectantly disappointed and entertained, as he knew exactly how much fun she was having leaving them in the dark.

“Any guesses though?” she then said.

Ulti looked to the blank screen, as if trying to imagine the show that would come up. “Something comedic, you always manage to make me laugh.”

“I swear after all this it’s going to end up being an elaborate spiral, isn’t it?” Matts chuckled, but still gave her a curious side-eye.

Vinyl laughed at the insinuation too, placing her hand on her wolf’s. “Got me, love. So strap in.” She blew him a kiss before the lights began to darken, silencing the last of her giggles as the group’s senses were well and truly drowned out in the inky shadows of the theatre hall.

The room went quiet, that dull kind of quiet where you know you’re just waiting for something even louder to appear and pull you under its interest; and right on cue, the screen before the three friends lit up with the projected image of some amateur level studio logo. It was one Vinyl had designed, and something she’d actually allowed the two of them to see before the screening tonight. It made all three of them smile.

Vinyl’s voice began to boom through the theatre speakers as she narrated the first line of the show. “What does it mean to feel so empty, you lose sense of everything?...”

Ah so it was a dramatic piece, Matts thought to himself. It was disorienting hearing the wolfess’ voice echo around the room and yet not from the girl beside him, but he soon managed to get a grasp on what was happening. A slow build of string music was mounting behind her narration, adding a sense of tension to the vocal scene.

Her voice continued, juxtaposed against a black screen. “...It means you’re untouched by the world, because it simply doesn’t matter. It means you have no reason to move, because everything around you is still. It means you don’t have to think about the future, because it’s not yours to think about.”

A focused shot of a single, lit lightbulb panned into view on screen, hanging perfectly still by an exposed cord and casting a light of yellowish white through the darkness, almost like a spotlight. Then, it began to flicker with the heavy buzz of electrical static and short circuiting wires echoing through the theatre; it was honestly a little bit disorienting, and Ulti looked towards the director’s proud smile for reassurance that this was all something she’d intended.

But of course it was, the lizard knew that she was smart and talented enough to execute her idea flawlessly, even if the strobing light from the theatre screen was starting to leave her more than a little bit dazzled. Matts was sharing the sensation, though was equally captivated by the intent behind the display; of course Vinyl was using all of her tricks as a hypnotist to grab their attention, but the talent behind it was still impressive.

The strings continued to build towards a light crescendo as the screen flashed with a blinking yellow; the entire theatre was illuminated for microseconds at a time by the glow of that near neon hue, dropping the room into periods of disorienting darkness in the moments when it wasn’t. Vinyl’s narration continued.

“To be empty…”

The screen blinked to black on final time and then remained vacant.

“...Is to be free.”

Light flashed through the auditorium, darker shades of purples and blues painting the walls this time as an enormous, familiarly coloured spiral appeared on the screen, pulsing with the lax decadence of flowing treacle. It was Vinyl’s own brand of hypnotic colours, flowing through the room and into the eyes of Matts and Ulti as freely and easily as a simple breath of fresh air.

They were comforting, pleasing to the eye and tickled the backs of each of their minds like a subtle whisper, coaxing the wolf and lizard to relax. Ulti did so without protest; the easy flowing colours of Vinyl’s spiral pulled out the very strength of her muscles with a lovely, deep exhale of satisfaction. She never had the will or heart to resist the soothing influence of the director wolfess.

Matts on the other hand was fighting it slightly, having been on the receiving end of Vinyl’s well natured tricks enough times to deny her an easy victory at this point. His head was turned towards her, trying to give her a loving yet judging glare, however he couldn’t help his eyes as they danced between her and the screen, just for another short peek at the beating rings of purples and blues.

Vinyl noticed this, and looked down the bridge of her snout at him with all the confidence of a lioness cornering her prey; Matts only realised in this moment how far he had sunk down in his chair under the increasing weight of his own body. A soft chuckle escaped the wolfess as she leaned in a little closer to her lover, breath soft under her whispered words as she continued to torture his split mind.

“You predicted my plans and yet still fell for it, love. Now wouldn’t you rather sink all the way down; you know how good it would feel.”

She reached over to cup Ulti’s chin with her free hand and softly scratch her claws against the lizard’s scales, causing her jaw to fall slack into Vinyl’s palm like a panting dog as she remained steadfastly focused on the pulsing spiral. It was a teasing move, tugging at each string of desire that was firmly tied around the wolf’s heart and mind, demanding that he give in.

Matts’ gaze turned back toward the screen, his movement becoming less reluctant by the second. He still wanted to challenge Vinyl’s control, or at the very least make her work for her victory, but those thoughts soon spiralled into nothingness as he came face to face with the rippling pool of purple and blue rings projected ahead of him.

The wolf realised that the building strings had faded, and now there was just one noise to accompany the alluring visual; a single, low tone that sounded throughout the room so dull and droning that it had completely slipped Matts’ perception until now. He was too focused on the enormous, rippling spiral centred right in the middle of his vision. Now he realised why Vinyl insisted on these seats; from this position it was all he could see, the rest of the theatre drowned out in faded hues of the same colours against the walls, but that thought too soon faded out with a deep, relenting exhale that expelled the last vestiges of resistance from the canine’s body.

He sank back into his chair, a half placid smile curling up his lips in relief; the mental strain of resistance was gone and he could finally bask in the sensation of floating through the miasma of colours that had ensnared his mind on more than a few occasions in the past. Giving into Vinyl always scratched a certain itch for him

“There’s my good subjects,” Vinyl cooed, offering a scratch behind both of their ears. “Let yourselves become engrossed by the show, and I can take care of your bodies in the meanwhile.”

Her voice had dropped into a low, soothing cadence that was familiar to the both of them; a gentle tone that caressed the back of their minds like a velvet glove and made it feel so right to be under that hypnotic spell. Matts smiled inwardly as he felt his lucidity voluntarily fading away; Ulti meanwhile was near motionless, already taken past the depths of awareness and gazing at the theatre screen with rapt attention.

Every little motion the delicate claws of Vinyl made behind her ear sent the faintest shiver of bliss down the lizard’s spine; not nearly enough to break her steadfast trance, but enough to coax her just another few steps deeper. It was such a calming descent, even the sensation of her own body’s weight was slipping away from Ulti’s perception, leaving her as still as a puppet dangling from her director’s strings.

“The deeper you go, the more easily my voice can possess you, like it has done so many times before.” Vinyl’s voice was becoming more of a whisper as the perception of her friends sank; and so too were her hands venturing to dance lower along their forms, caressing more intimate areas with the gentle touch of her fingers.

“It feels so good to be under that spell, doesn’t it? Go on, nod your heads like the good subjects you are.”

Matts and Ulti dipped their chins obediently in almost perfect unison, giving slow, yet receptive nods to agree with their director’s words. Matts could still feel little vestiges of his body weight being pulled to the wolfess’ words before he could respond himself. It was a refreshing out-of-body experience, like being a passenger in his own head, watching as he was made to perform to the whims of another.

His internal account was interrupted as a delicate hand wrapped around his crotch with a loving squeeze. It was only as Vinyl’s fingers began to trace along the length of his half-mast cock that Matts realised how stiff the well-conditioned display of purple spirals had left him. He shifted slightly in his seat, hips bucking into the wolfess’ hand, only to have her pull away slightly as she silently waited to take control back.

Matts settled back down, sitting politely in his seat and staring deep into the ripple of purples and blues before feeling Vinyl reward him with another firm grope. Ulti meanwhile was quivering as the canine deftly caressed between the lizard’s legs, running two unignorable fingers along the length of her folds to ensure she had her attention.

“Both of you, leave your hands to me,” sang Vinyl as she brought her own hands up into the air, guiding the duo as she continued. “Let them be carried up on my strings and enjoy that feeling of weightlessness in your limbs.”

Ulti and Matts moved in sync as their heavy arms lifted from their sides like a couple of clockwork dolls, neither of them turning their attention away from the pulsing colours ahead. It was like they were possessed, the movement of their arms was not their own and yet it was effortless as they moved in tandem with their director, not shifting an inch further than she did.

“Focus and follow, keep your attention on my spiral, on my words, and begin to strip away those unneeded layers of clothes, my beautiful subjects.”

It was mere puppetry for Vinyl, all she had to do was mime the vaguest motion and let her words do the rest as they rang through her subject’s ears. Matts lazily unbuckled his pants and began to slide out of them, completely disregarding the idea that another person could still be in the theatre; his mind was too far gone, too focused on Vinyl to argue with the idea to any degree.

Ulti was even eager in her obedience, sluggishly tearing at her clothing with aplomb. She sat forward eagerly as the command and her desires clicked into place like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; nothing could have made her happier than obeying her director, exposed and vacant. Each piece of clothing that fell away excited the lizard further until her face was that of a delighted dog, the smile she wore only growing wider by the second.

Vinyl couldn’t help but chuckle towards Matts. “You should show some eagerness like Ulti, darling. She’s really showing you up.”

The wolfess reached across the lizard’s chest and gave one of her nipples a firm tweak as a reward, causing Ulti to stiffen up like a wooden board. Matts’ eyes were still glued to the screen, but he knew what was happening; a small part of his subconscious wanted to be rewarded for his obedience in the same way, and knew that if he just looked a little deeper in the spiral, he could be.

“Here, let me help,” Vinyl said, leaning across to cup her boyfriend’s chin. His gaze was already affixed to the screen, but now steadied by the wolfess’ soft hand.

“You just need to find the centre of the spiral… you can see it, right?”

Matts squinted; he was pretty sure he had been staring at this the whole time.

“No no, not that one… deeper, love.”

She pulled the wolf’s muzzle in closer and in that single moment, Matts felt the spiral swallowing him up like a whirlpool. There was no theatre, there were no other seats, he wasn’t even aware of Viny’s hand wrapped around his chin, because the spiral had amassed every inch of available space in his mind. His perception was nothing but ripples of purples and blues, and it only took a few moments of deeply passionate gazing until his eyes began to beat with the same rings.

The now half-dressed wolf would have been slack-jawed were it not for Vinyl’s hand holding his head steady; in his assisted state of trance however, Matts had failed to undress himself any further than unbuttoning his shirt. Vinyl was hardly deterred however, and with a silent crook of the finger, beckoned Ulti to stand in front of him.

The sight of a stiff, naked lizard walking into his view was the only thing that broke Matts’ focus on the spiral. He was still a dazed vessel of heavy weight and his eyes continued to beat to the rhythm of his director’s spiral; though he was just cognizant enough to register Ulti’s exposed body before him and the tempest of desires that quickly flooded his head.

“Don’t worry dear,” Vinyl said, stroking the wolf’s cheek. “It’s only an intermission. Ulti, would you help undress our Boss the rest of the way.”

The canine snapped her fingers and without a second thought, Ulti dropped to her knees before the blue furred wolf. Matts was rewarded with another sudden drop back into the rings of purple and blue that had enthralled him while Ulti’s hands busied themselves over his pants. It didn’t take much effort for her to undress a puppet with no intention of resisting, and with a swift tug she pulled Matts’ pants down around his ankles.

His cock sprang up from the confines of his clothes as if it were gasping for air, twitching with a need that was only further being enflamed by the feeling of Ulti’s hands pressing against his crotch. The wolf’s purple arousal stood before her proudly, each twitch like an invitation to taste it; though Ulti wouldn’t dare act without an order from her director.

And while Vinyl was certainly eager to enact the next part of her plan, she was too busy adoring the sight of her lizard, knelt patiently in front of her lover’s cock as he remained helplessly lost within her spiral, both of them with vacant, pulsing stares. She reached down with her free hand to rub at her cock as it began to throb with excitement, but did her best to remain composed for her subjects at the same time.

“Now, dear,” she said to Matts. “Just lie back and let Ulti take care of you until you feel just as good as she does.” She snapped her fingers once more and without even sharing a glance, Ulti knew what to do.

She bowed forward and pressed her lips to the tip of Matts’ cock, kissing it lovingly as her hands reached up to caress his heavy, blue nuts. The wolf gave a shaky gasp as his toes curled from the sudden spark of pleasure; the trap of Vinyl’s beautiful spiral still had him paralyzed and unable to move while Ulti deftly swirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft.

“...And don’t worry, I’ll tell you when you get there,” Vinyl gigled sweetly, kissing him on the cheek and sitting back to indulge herself with the show just a little more.

Ulti moved with practice and purpose, dipping her head just a little further so that she could take the tip of the wolf’s thick cock past her lips and suckle on the head. Her tongue continued to swirl but now danced around the sensitive glands underneath the tip, quickly lathering the end of Matts’ dick in a fine shine of lizard spittle as well as glossing her own lips with her juices.

Despite her outward controlled movements and vacant expression, it was an exhilarating task for Ulti to worship her Boss under the orders of her director and submit herself as an obedient cock polisher. It wasn’t so much the thought of such that excited her, but the act itself. She was beyond conditioned to the two wolves at this point in their friendship, and yet it still felt a more real version of herself to be under their command.

Matts on the other hand was far less used to this kind of treatment from the lizard while in a trance of his own, but the lack of concentration on being in control and the void of awareness for other parts of himself only enhanced the feeling. He was torn between two worlds, the mental space that Vinyl’s spiral occupied and continued to drag him deeper into; and the reality where Ulti was worshipping his cock, drawing out little moments of blissful lucidity only to be plunged right back into another ring of purple.

The hypnotic buzz was intoxicating, like the saccharine sweet taste of treacle for the wolf’s mind to savour, making him feel good enough to melt into the theatre seat beneath him. The sinking delight was only interrupted for Matts as Ulti swallowed another few inches of his dick, effortlessly taking her Boss’ length down her throat. Every muscle in the lizard’s body was so relaxed by this point that the motion was absolutely thoughtless for her, like slipping on a silk glove.

The wolf’s fingers reflexively curled into the armrest of his seat as his dick was hugged by the warm embrace of Ulti’s throat; the only thing stopping his hips from thrusting down the lizard’s gullet was the intense lethargy of Vinyl’s spirals sapping his strength. Matts had no willpower to stifle his libido, every ounce of his concentration was affixed to the screen in front of him that remained ceaselessly pulsing; and it meant that the build of his impending orgasm was rising quickly.

A little corner in the back of his mind was tickled by the sight of Ulti’s head bobbing in and out of view as she worked herself into a practised rhythm over his cock. It was as if there was a metronome within the lizard, ticking away and conducting her worshipful motions, when in actuality Vinyl had been deftly waving her finger back and forth in the corner of Ulti’s eye, like the swaying pendulum of a grandfather clock. Each little swing ordering the lizard to move back and forth along the wolf’s dick.

For a while this was simply the norm; the low humming binaurals continued to thrum through the theatre as it was illuminated by a continuous ripple of purple tinted spirals, and Ulti dutifully bobbed her head up and down along Matts’ shaft, adoring each appreciative twitch that throbbed in her throat. She had gotten very good at swallowing around the purple member and squeezing it with her throat muscles like a living cocoon of warmth and spittle.

Matts felt catatonic under the assault of spirals and the pleasure of the lizard’s hot tongue curling around his shaft; his breathing was coming on short and ragged now as he approached the peak of a climax he lacked the self control to stifle. His thighs twitched with the faintest desire to clench around Ulti’s head, to lock her in as he finished down her wanting throat; but he was too weak to manage much beyond a needy whine of his own as he drew closer to the edge.

Vinyl was more than entertained, but maintained her composure as she sat up and snapped her fingers sharply enough to send a silencing echo through the theatre. Ulti sat up on her knees, slowly pulling off of the wolf’s cock with a wet pop and a strand of drool hanging from her lower lip. Matts was somewhere between relieved and disappointed, given a breather that a part of him never wanted to come; but it wasn’t his choice.

“Thaaaaaat’s a good boy,” Vinyl cooed, thumbing over her boyfriend’s ears. The whining wolf wanted to meet her gaze with a pleading look, but once again the spirals had him ensnared. “I can tell you feel so good right now, just as good as Ulti does under my control.”

She smiled at the enthralled lizard, but Ulti remained silent and attentive, staring into the distance and listening for commands or suggestions. “...But it’d be a shame if we put those wonderful feelings to waste, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes Director…” the two answered in unison, Matts a little more shaky than his fellow subject, but he remained at attention as stiffly as his aching cock.

“There’s still a little bit of the viewing left, you two,” the wolfess hummed. “It would be a shame to put that time to waste; and Matty I think you owe Ulti something special after all that.”

He nodded without a thought, agreement with Vinyl was automatic while this deep in trance.

“...Then I think you should give her the best performance you can think of, my dear.”

The wolfess snapped her fingers, issuing the command and immediately Matts’ subconscious began to fan out for the fleeting ideas that still swam around his head whenever Vinyl wasn’t speaking. It was difficult to ‘think’ at all, and her order left him stunned in his own attempts at fulfilling the request. But then something clicked in the wolf’s mind; an idea he barely had to process, it was exactly what Ulti would want after all.

For the first time since the theatre screen had come alive with Vinyl’s spirals, Matts managed to turn his head away from the spinning colours towards his girlfriend in a moment of subconscious clarity. The wolfess was surprised to say the least, but her scientific curiosity wouldn’t let her interrupt this new, fascinating behaviour.

“Vi…” Matts spoke in a sleepy, hypnotised droll. “C’mere…”

She stepped forward, still standing over her slouched subject whose relaxed body looked to be on the verge of comatose.

“You’ve forgotten…something…” His heavy eyes locked onto Vinyl’s, staring deep through her purple pupils as he had done a million times before. It was pure instinct.

“And what would that be, love?” she giggled with amusement while staring back into Matts’ eyes that swirled with her influence.

“You’re not a part…of the show. We need to see the star…”

Vinyl was slightly taken aback, both by the suggestion and how ‘lucid’ Matts seemed while this deeply hypnotised. But she didn’t have as much time to process what she had been told; the mirrored gaze of her boyfriend’s spiralling vision had begun to make her own head spin a little bit too. She was used to putting herself in her own ‘trance’ while hypnotising someone, so the sensation wasn’t unfamiliar to her.

But the more she thought about it, and the deeper she stared back into the purples and blues of Matts’ eyes, the more compelled she felt to indulge his request. After all, what kind of hypnotist would she be if she didn’t help her subject to obey as best as he possibly could?

“Hehee, alright love. What would you have your star, do?” she asked with a giddy sway of her tail.

“Ssstare… focus… You need to be a part of the show…to star in it.”

Matts spoke with heavy breaths between his words, but his sleepy tone had deepened slightly into an enticing cadence. Vinyl knew he was trying to indulge in one of their games, she knew Matts was trying to hypnotise her. But the spirals in his eyes tugged too firmly on her arousal and desires, and she was too deep in the moment herself to not at least play along for a little while.

“Mmh, I’m looking love…”

“Get behind Ulti, Vi… It’s a better view.”

Vinyl happily sashayed her way behind the kneeling lizard who was now paying more attention to the wolf since he had seemingly taken charge of the moment. His eyes still beat with the same enthralling colours, so Ulti had no issue watching them with quiet obedience as she waited for another command; and once she felt the slender frame of her Director sidle up beside her, she relaxed just a little deeper.

“Good…good girls,” Matts mumbled, instinct was driving his script more than anything else but as both of the girls in front of him shivered, another spark of inspiration flashed through the wolf’s mind. “Ultiiii… you should take your place over my lap again, you cute ditz.”

A smile curled at the edges of Matts’ lips as he gave the order, he was coming into charge of the trance and knew to keep his eyes locked onto Vinyl’s as she was still being tugged down beyond lucidity. Ulti meanwhile gave an obedient nod and knelt forward once more, placing her lips against the base of Matts’ cock and resuming her adoring kisses along its length where her saliva had left a nice shine.

The three of them held their pose for a moment while Vinyl stood patiently, enjoying the absent-minded tease that her canine subject was being and observing to see when he would finally fall back into his swirling stupor. But for Matts that moment wasn’t oncoming, it was already there. He wasn’t fighting the gentle repose of alluring spirals; he was just in too deep of a haze to control himself.

His spiralling gaze reflected back at Vinyl as intently as ever, the stare never intensifying beyond his lazy, half-lidded glance. And yet the wolfess was mystified by it’s gentle lure; her cock twitched beneath her tight, purple thong with all of the excitement and arousal that had been building during the course of her performance. And now that Ulti’s slender frame was softly grinding back against her crotch, the need was impossible to ignore.

“Take off those pants, Vi…” Matts smiled.

His charm still persisted through the trance, and it was simply too much for Vinyl to deny. She hooked her thumbs into the string of her thong and slid it down her thighs, happily kicking them aside as her cock came down on the lizard’s backside with a heavy slap. Her fingers were twitching already, desperate to grab Ulti by the hips and slam every inch of her desperate length inside of her.

But she waited patiently for instructions. The act of listening to Matts and staring into those eyes had become so automatic, she hadn’t even realised the shift in power that had taken place. It was still her performance, surely that meant she was still in control; but as the slouching canine’s lips moved to speak once again, her focus sharpened.

“Place that cock where it belongs…and give us a proper show…Director.”

That final word spurred something within the wolfess. Her desires called out to her in a chorus of arousal and excitement, as her willpower crumbled to her own animalistic desires.

“Yes, sir!” She cried, moving without thinking and grabbing Ulti by the hips.

The lizard was in a trance of her own, painting Matts’ nuts in a sheen of spittle, only to be interrupted as she was pulled back against the tip of another eager shaft. She cooed and obediently spread her legs to meet her Director’s needs, something Ulti was very used to doing, and raised her ass into the air like the eager cocksleeve she’d become.

Without a word, Vinyl pushed in at the firm but caring pace her arousal demanded of her. She still didn’t want to hurt Ulti, but there was an unquenchable fire burning in the loins of the insatiable wolfess, she needed to sate her urges; she needed to fuck.

The spirals in Vinyl’s eyes were beginning to show a deeper colour, much the same of her two subjects; not that she could see them. Her gaze met Matts’ with a look of gratitude and exhilaration; the moment her hips met Ulti’s however, those eyes shut in a moment of rapturous ecstasy, the final string to be cut as the wolfess gave in completely to her desires.

She didn’t need to see the spirals in her boyfriend’s gaze anymore; the colours swirled vividly in her mind with a rhythm she was all too familiar with, a rhythm she had created. It began to move her hips like they were attached to puppet strings as she began to pound Ulti’s cunt from behind. A slow tempo of flesh smacking against flesh echoed throughout the theatre as Vinyl fucked her subject under a spell of her own design.

Ulti too was lost in the same rhythm, not that she had much control over it. Every time Vinyl buried her cock inside of her, the lizard was pushed forward against Matts’ shaft; its throbbing length almost hypnotizing her all on its own. Her lips brushed against the spittle-slickened tip and wrapped back around it out of pure instinct; an immediate rush of pleasure crashed through her body in response to being stuffed from both ends.

All of the work was done for her, the wolfess would thrust in, pushing Ulti deeper on to Matts’ shaft before pulling back out and leading her lips right back to that drooling tip. That was the only moment where she could glance up into the wolf’s swirling gaze and find herself drowning deeper into the thickening fog of mindless lust. It was fortunate that Matts’ work had made him rather familiar with having a hypnotized ditz worshipping between his legs; it made it easier for his subconscious to direct the trance.

But arousal was beginning to cloud his already addled mind as well as orgasm began to approach, and it was easy to tell that he wasn’t the only one holding back against their body’s urges. Vinyl’s thrusts were becoming heavy and tense, as though she was trying to steady herself against her eagerness; and Ulti was singing a chorus of rhapsodic moans each time another few inches of wolf cock were fucked down her throat.

There was no reason for any of them to hold back at this point, they were too deep in their enchanting orgy to want to and climax was beckoning them to release. A switch flicked in the back of Matts’ mind and he let go of the final sliver of control his subconscious had been using to direct the trance; before dropping into the same subdued haze as the girls.

Vinyl’s insatiable lust conducted the pace of their pleasure, rocking Ulti back and forth between the two wolves like the two of them were fighting over a stuffed animal, and throwing the lizard around just as easily. As Ulti began to ride the edge of orgasm, her walls tightened around Vinyl’s shaft, milking it with the firm contractions of a girl desperately deep in heat.

The wolfess couldn’t hold herself back any longer, and bottomed out in Ulti with one final thrust, bouncing her nuts off of the lizard’s ass and painting her inner walls white with a thick coat of canine seed. It was the tipping point for Ulti as well, as Vinyl’s final, aggressive thrust set off fireworks of pleasure through her body, causing her to convulse in an intense orgasm of her own.

The lizard finally gave up her position, collapsing against Matts’ crotch and impaling herself on his dick. She gulped and swallowed, tightening her lip lock around the wolf’s cock, before the chain reaction of climaxes found its way to Matts. His hips bucked just as before, but this time with the relief of finally getting to unload down Ulti’s tight, warm throat.

The seconds dragged, stretched out into what felt like hours of ecstasy through blinds of the intense orgasms that rocked them all. As the fever-pitch of pleasure died down and all that could be heard was three voices of heavy breathing, the trio unwinded from their post-coitus miasma.

Vinyl stumbled backwards, catching herself on the backrest of the next row of chairs; Ulti fell to her knees and pulled off of Matts’ shaft with the sound of a deep, wet kiss, and the canine simply surrendered every ounce of weight into his chair. No words were said for a moment as the darkened theatre continued to pulse with Vinyl’s swirling colours and each of the three friends felt their shared seed dripping from their sexes.

Their trance was hanging on a frayed thread after the sudden rush of endorphins that orgasm had instilled in their systems, but it was quickly beginning to wind down under the assault of purples and blues that continued to hum across the walls. That was until the colours of the spiral faded away, the theatre screen darkened and the lights in the auditorium rose back, signifying the end of the show.

Matts and Ulti were disoriented as the world rushed back to them and their senses returned, it took a few tries to blink the spirals from their eyes but eventually, they found their grasp on lucidity. Both of them were surprised however to see Vinyl already getting dressed and beaming a wide smile at seemingly herself.

“Incredible! Exactly as planned.” She fished her phone from her lab coat pocket and began to excitedly type up some notes.

Ulti looked to Matts quizzically, but was clearly struggling for words through the lingering fog in her head and the cum in her throat.

“Vi, did you… expect this to happen?” Matts asked.

“Of course!” She giggled. “The spiral was meant to induce overwhelming lust in those who succumbed to it. I’m just glad I let you pull me down with you towards the end there.”

“I…I think,” Ulti began, still a little breathless. “We need to conduct a second test. For control reasons.”

Vinyl’s smile grew even wider. “Oh good girl! That’s what I like to hear from an assistant.”

A shared glance between the wolves was all it took to meet an understanding; they didn’t want to wait. They kindly picked Ulti up off the ground and the trio began to make their way out of the theatre just as another small crowd of people began to pour in for the next showing. As Matts, Vinyl and Ulti departed, the new audience was beginning to take their seats and one of them, a feline girl stepped in to ask them a question.

“Hey, uh sorry. Do you guys know the best seats in here?”

Vinyl was the one to speak up. “Not sure, just avoid row G. Sticky floors…”

And then she left with her subjects in tow.