Ampere (left) and Veronica (right) Duel while their sister Kirisha (center) judges the spar.
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“You are both doing great,” she says pleasantly.
Ampere scoffed, “I need to be doing better than great,” she says, shifting on her bare feet, claws twitching in excitement as she waits till the smaller ring is complete.
Veronica remarks, “I need to do better myself. I’ll keep pushing and I’ll be able to defeat you.”
“You can barely keep up with Kirisha, how do you think you’ll deal with me,” she chuckles.
“Don’t get too cocky now.”
“And… begin!” exclaims Kirisha, the crowd cheers as the two kick up dirt in a dramatic lunge., claws winging, bodies smashing up against one another in a display of strength and natural prowess. The two maneuver to try to get the upper hand, breaking the other’s footing while watching out for those deadly feet. The smaller area makes it ever more difficult to utilize speed over strength. Ampere sweeps her leg under Veronica. But instead of kicking out her legs from under her, Veronica tumbles onto all fours and whirls around. The two impact against one of the dueling stones. She slices across where Ampere’s shoulder would have been, only for the larger raptor to redirect the blow to the stone, kicking up sparks and causing the crowd to go wild. Ampere tosses Veronica back into one of the other stones and she uses the momentum to bend her legs and spring forward with more energy back into Ampere, knocking the wind out of her. The smaller raptor grins madly, a chance to best her larger sister, as Kirisha declared the round. Final round; the ring is further reduced even more. The two reset to the center. Veronica wastes no time, charging at full speed. Only for Ampere to vault the smaller raptor overhead and pin her back upside down to one of the dueling stones with a high kick. She lunges forward with her razor sharp jaws, and stops the moment her teeth touch her opponent’s supple neck. A killing blow, should she have gone further.
The girls arrive in the city for the first time.
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The first thing the warriors take note of is the temperature. With the sprawling canopies of wires and solar panels, the sun was blocked in all directions. It sends a chill down their spines. Like standing in the thicket without so much as an opportunity for camouflage. Instead of brush and branches to obscure their approach, large throughways allow floating machines to hover as the weaklings stride on designated paths with stone flattened and carved into blocks for easy walking. It dulled Kirisha’s claws uncomfortably as she walked along them. No soft dirt, no change in elevation. Just unnatural flatness with brightly colored paint and lights to point this way and that. The city people no doubt had their sense of direction dulled so completely they felt the need to have the buildings and floors themselves guide them. Hovering metal float about and made adjustments to circuits jutting from the walls, brushing away discarded containers and flashing bright neon screens demanding money for services or food. Gone was the hunt. All that was left was the prostrating of compliance in exchange for food and shelter. Pathetic.
“Look at them using machines to do their work for them. I bet I could snap each of them between my claws,” remarks Ampere as they look over the swarth of deforestation.
“They wouldn’t even be worth our time,” remarks Veronica.
“Not unless they encroach on our territory,” adds Kirisha.
They press forward. The soft earth turning into hard stone, where only patches of green remain by angular, repetitive housing. People move past them on vehicles that float over the ground, Rushinging past at unfathomable speeds, but they shrug and scoff.
“They can’t even get to their destination without the help of a machine. Do they not have legs?” spits Ampere as they get to the city proper, where nearly all plant life is gone.
The Apex Predators meet with Darkwitt to discuss his offer.
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“What is it that you want?” asks Ampere.
“You can’t possibly be considering it,” growls Kirisha.
“I’ll hear your concerns once we hear him out. Calm yourself. Have confidence in your own strength that we can handle anything he has to throw at us.”
“Not the orca though… and there are two more right outside,” thinks Kirisha.
Veronica looks at the orca and squirms just a little, “His skin did feel nice…”
“I am very pleased to hear you are willing to hear my proposal. My previous attempts to approach your kind have been less than fruitful.”
“We are a proud people that don’t let outsiders infect us with your weakness. Using technology to make your lives easier, it liquefies your body and minds into a soft jelly; strip away the machines, and you would even crumple to our hatchlings.”
“I can see your concerns, given the debauchery rife in this city. But what I am offering would leave you as an unparalleled powerhouse both in your tribes and in this city. I merely wish for the opportunity to gift it to all of you and your tribe.”
“To what end?”
“You and your kind have the potential to be an overwhelming force if you were given the proper guidance. The challenges you would face if you decided to turn your claws to the modern world would overwhelm you. I aim to ensure that doesn’t happen.. All I ask is you become my envoys to your tribe and partake in the upgrades and services I have to offer. In exchange, I will give you the power to obliterate your foes. Why settle for victory, when you could dominate?”
“Is that all?”
“That is all. that, and the constitution to endure the procedure.”
“What procedure?” Kirisha perks an eyebrow.
Kirisha has a mechanical arm press a mask to her face, sedating her for augmentation.
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The clamps come around their ankles and wrists, followed by that thick collar. Ampere shivers in delight, her sex twitching in excitement, the same can be said about the other two. Something about this position feels just so nice that they can’t explain it. Kirisah is the only one that tries to resist the draw, the urge of being held and bound to the table. Finding something off by this foreign urge.
The lights pulsate above of them. Brighter, softer, brighter, softer. Working in tandem with their heart beat as a soft white noise surrounds them. “Relax.” The word whispers into their mind. Sourceless yet everywhere at the same time.
A mask comes down and clamps around their muzzles, flooding their lungs with a warm soothing sensation. “Just breathe in and out. In… and out. Everything will be fine if you simply relax,” says Darkwitt as his words wiggle their way into their minds.
Breathing in. Breathing out. Warm soothing pleasure washes over them. Their gaze locked on the lights, that shift in shade and color.
“Very good. It’s good to relax. Listen. Follow along.”
“Good to listen.”
“Good to follow.”
“Relax.”
Another deep breath, holding it in, slowly releasing. A sweet aroma fills their nostrils and their bodies feel a warmth wash over them. A little trickle of delight that runs down their spine, warming down to their nether regions before spreading out to the very tips of their claws, end of their tail, bouncing up into their minds.
“Very good. It’s good to simply…”
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I want to gently push a bit to get you to read this story Kirisha wrote and I added on. There's art throughout the story done by Sabri. Here's a sample of some of it, and there's loads more in the story.
story link: tiny.cc/dinogals
#SabrisSketchbook #Hypnosis #Furryhypnosis
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The chain is around the mark. like a ring. good doll~
[3:25 PM]
the ladies were strutting about ponyville. eyes half mast. lips pouty. gentle clops on delicate hooves with rounded fluffed ankles as if they were always on high heels. casually groping or rubbing.
as for the Mane six. they swayed together in Master's presence. lips coalescing together as he held the gem for you to kiss. the collective of the six, the ones with the power to stop this, were tightly coiled around its magic.
"What magics would we hope to channel to pull away from Master?~ better off gone. better off his."
He gently moved the gem to touch your new horns. Rarity and Fluttershy shuddering as they kissed with their fellow ponies. sampling, licking. lapping. owned. gone. sexual. sensual. the gem was white hot pleasure. making you push a little tighter. making you both quietly whisper as lips collect and delicately whipped you dolls up into a sexual ache.
Descending into a cacophony of moans and sways.
Sabri's Sketchbook](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:dan2nfqlgzbsbehqkap53pjf/bafkreiejykehxri7crrmi24wdndagj33k7m274ui2mly2tuk2j736gwpja)
