Keywords: Hypnosis, Adult Species: Wolf, Mind Flayer A Meeting of Minds A Meeting of Minds By Wolphin The wolf snuck through the forest, his quarry sitting in a small clearing a few feet away. He could make out the small tent and cheerful glow of the fire, the outline of the creature distinct against the flames. The approach was from downwind, his footsteps silent in the grass, each carefully chosen as so not to produce a single sound. His sword already slipped from his scabbard, he drew his paw back and commenced the killing stroke on the unsuspecting figure. *Hold* It was not spoken. It was a sudden abrupt command which invaded his body, sinking past his brain to every muscle, ordering his limbs to obey. His body locked in place, unable to move an inch. The creature stood and turned slowly, with the fire behind it, the wolf could not make out any features. It stood about the same height as he, its body cloaked and a hood drawn over its head, leaving the face in ominous shadow. "Company," said a voice, it was soft and mellow. "How nice." A gloved hand reached out, easily prying the sword from the wolf's grip and tossing it into the darkness of the forest. The wolf remained frozen like a statue, trying to move, but his body refused, not even his eyes moving. "What brings you to my humble camp?" asked the creature from within the depths of the cloak. "I come to kill you," replied the wolf, his mouth answering before his brain had even processed the question. His body returning to its frozen state the instant the words had left his mouth. "Well, that is a surprise," murmured the figure moving closer and letting a gloved hand rub over the wolf's fur. It fumbled for a second with his belt before that too joined his sword in the darkness, leaving the wolf without the security of any of his tools. "I suppose the villagers sent you?" was the next question. "Yes," answered the wolf's mouth. "Why?" "You are murdering them each night," replied the wolf, trying to stop himself. "How predictable," said the figure. "They blame one of their own on the outsider." The creature bought his gloved hand up over the wolf's fur. The wolf could feel it, the hand warm. He tried to flinch, to get away, but his body still refused to move. "And where do you come into the equation?" asked the being. "The villages hired me to kill you," replied the wolf. "I am a mercenary. I follow the money." The creature nodded and then looked back at the fire. "I grow cold. *join me*." It was another of the unspoken commands. The wolf found himself following the creature back to the warmth of the fire. His body moved on its own, he tried to alter it, but one foot automatically moved in front of the other. A few steps later he could feel the fire warming his front and he stopped, freezing in place once again. "The villagers are in search of one of their own," stated the creature. "A monster, but one that hides among them, they prefer to accuse an outsider, someone they don't understand rather than examine their own failings too closely." The being seemed to sigh before continuing. "And so I am forced to defend myself against an unjustified penalty." It looked back towards the wolf, its face still hidden within the shadows of its cloak. "You do not even know who you were sent to kill," it stated. "I should kill you now, protect myself. Do you wish to die?" "No," came the reply from the wolf. It was not a plea, but a simple statement. The creature stood and stepped closer. "You have insulted me by threatening my life. It is an insult that deserves compensation. I will spare your life, but for that, you will be mine for the period of one year. I believe this is fair, do you?" the creature paused as if waiting for a response. "Yes," answered the wolf as his mind raced. He knew his life was in danger, but what had he just agreed to? He had more questions, he wanted to fight! The creature reached out with a hand, but this time paused to remove its glove. The four fingered hand was cool as it made contact with his fur and a strange tingle seemed to emanate from the point of contact. The creature slipped behind him, strange sensations starting to flow through the wolf, feelings of submission, obedience tinged with pleasure. He was still prevented from moving, but his body was beginning to stir. He felt the creature lean in, hands circling his waist, there was a strange warming sensation and an erotic image of two cuddling wolves flashed through his mind. "Yessss..." the voice behind him was a soft hiss in his ear. He could feel something curling around his head, rubbing at the base of his ears, then pressing forward, closing over his muzzle, the images in his mind changing, one wolf slowly morphing into something different, the other changing into himself. He was arched, clearly aroused, the being behind him, snuggling up, strange things were wrapped around his head, he did not understand, but his mind was gently soothed. He served; a humble pup before his master. His master looked after him and he would protect and obey his master. It felt good to obey his master. His master made him feel so good. He closed his eyes, arching himself back against Master, there was a brief sting as he felt Master's mouth slice into the back of his neck, the long tongue slipping up into the back of his skull and the delightful dazed feeling as Master began to feed. The wolf was unaware of it, but the mind flayer was careful, just taking enough of the wolf's cerebral fluid for a nice meal, but his saliva mixed with the wolf's blood stream, increasing production. Soon he would be able to feed on the wolf as often as he liked. His soft tentacles curling around the wolf's head, holding him still as his mind reprogrammed the wolf's thought patterns. He would keep his word, the wolf was his for a year, but then he would return the wolf's free will. If the wolf chose to go he was welcome to, but the mind flayer had never had a companion voluntarily leave, he suspected the wolf would not be the first. The mind flayer's tongue teased directly over the wolf's brain and then slipped back into his mouth, the tiny puncture sealing over and disappearing into the wolf's fur. His tentacles began to withdraw but his mental suggestions remained. The wolf gave a soft cry and arched back, his shaft hardening and spurting his seed before him as the mind flayer rumbled, leaching off the sensations of the wolf's orgasm. He could not experience the physical pleasures of the flesh directly, but he was more than accustomed to leaching off of others. As the wolf fell to his knees to mind flayer returned to his seat by the fire. The wolf panted, quietly recovered before curling over and licking himself clean. "I shall prepare our bed sir," he announced when he was done, giving a slight bow to the creature and slipping off to the tent, his mind empty of anything except the thought of serving and protecting his master. The mind flayer rumbled to himself. It appeared his wolf would make an excellent companion. Yes, he doubted he would leave... they never wanted to...