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First hypnosis story written by me. This story is very personal, as I too have struggled with the fear of going under trance in hypnosis. Thankfully I met the amazing furry community, and they have helped me conquer this fear.
To celebrate I made a little story of my OC going through a similar process.
from the link below to read the whole story!
Shout out to
and 
for letting me use their characters (WITH PERMISSION!).Today was the day. Card adjusted his shirt in the mirror, gave himself a wink with a cobalt colored eye of his, and ran a comb through his white top fluff. Satisfied with the result he gave himself one more motivational talk. “Ok, no backing out this time. I know you’re nervous dude.”
“That’s an understatement” he said back with an eye roll.
“But it is time to face this thing!” His more encouraging side responded. “How can we be a good tist, if we are afraid of going under ourselves?”.
“Yeah…”. The wolf sighed. He knew his fear was silly, but to him it was very real. In the past he tried, and failed, many times to work up the courage to ask one of his fellow tist friends to put him under; just a nice gentle trance. That way he could finally quash the fear once and for all. But every time he would get close to finally asking he would inevitably feel his heart race, the panic sweats kick in, and would work out an excuse for why he would ‘forget to ask’ or suddenly have to leave all together.
It was becoming a problem. “It IS a problem” he thought to himself. He had missed meetups with his tist friends due to the fear that they would put him under against his will, or that the conversation of hypnosis would eventually come up. Even when he worked up the courage to stay, to try and enjoy the moment, he found himself constantly on guard and hating every moment of it. It all seemed fruitless. By the end of each night out he would collapse on his bed and berate himself for letting another perfectly good time be ruined by his fear.
“You idiot.” He would say to himself as he would undress. “You can put others under trance using a dozen different methods, but you can’t even settle down to TRY and go under yourself. Some tist you are.” He would then slide into bed and browse his phone to try and calm his racing mind. Only for the stress and fatigue to finally set in, and mercifully, his body would get ready to go to sleep. He would toss and turn a few more times before finding a comfortable position, only to utter one last comment. “I’m pathetic.” Then drift off to sleep.
Card gave a long look at himself in the mirror. He had been battling this fear for a while now. How long was it exactly? Too long to . He had this fear since he was just a pup. For that he was sure of. It all started long ago when his dad was showing him and his sister some family antiques in their attic at the old house. While most were boring the pups out of their minds, one caught the young wolf’s attention; a polished bronze pocket watch. When he saw it he yipped with excitement clear in his voice. “Just like cartoons!”
His dad, while initially confused, quickly picked up on what he meant. “Yeah I guess” he said with a laugh, continuing to dig through the family relics. “Could you show me?” Card asked with a smile on his face. His dad was again taken back.But, looking at the eagerness plain on the young pup’s face it was hard to say no and he was quickly won over. Who could say no to the cute little pup after all? “All right” he said again, chuckling to himself. “Just know I don’t know what I'm really doing here, ok?”
It was at this point that Card’s little sister, binky still in her mouth, finally spoke up “That sounds scary, I don’t wanna.” Card shot his sister with an annoyed glare. “Dad isn’t doing it to you stupid!”
“Be nice to your sister Card”
Card shuffled his paws. “Sorry dad, sorry Vesper.”
“That’s better. Goodness kids these days…” The dad grumbled as he got to his feet. “Ok, just follow along with the watch and try to relax ok?” He instructed his son.
The excitable pup nodded. This was clearly going to be so cool.
“Alright here we go, to the left, to the right. Yup. just like that son.” The watch was swinging slowly, it’s glinting surface catching all the pup’s attention.
“As you keep watching” his dad continued, “you may find it hard to look away, as if the watch is keeping your eyes locked on it”
The pup tested the suggestion and quickly found his eyes snapping back to the swinging family relic. It was strange, his mind fee-
That was all he ed of the incident. He woke up in his bed, some time had ed but he wasn't sure how much. Hearing his family downstairs, Card got out of bed and walked down the hall, only to find himself standing near the railing leading to the family room. He didn’t know what to do though. Should he ask his dad what happened? Would it be ok to even talk about it? Did something bad happen that he just forgot? Nervous and ashamed he slinked past them and went straight into the basement to the Furtendo. Picking out his favorite game - Space Vulpine. Booting it up the pup tried his best to forget about what just happened. It wasn't easy.
Card’s attention snapped back to the wolf looking at him in the mirror. The signs of worry and anxiety were everywhere he looked. Slumped shoulders, downcast eyes, even his ears, normally perky and fine pointed, seemed disheveled and slouched. Despite all of this, Card took in one last deep breath. In, held, out.
“I hope I'm ready for this”.
To celebrate I made a little story of my OC going through a similar process.
from the link below to read the whole story!
Shout out to
and for letting me use their characters (WITH PERMISSION!).Today was the day. Card adjusted his shirt in the mirror, gave himself a wink with a cobalt colored eye of his, and ran a comb through his white top fluff. Satisfied with the result he gave himself one more motivational talk. “Ok, no backing out this time. I know you’re nervous dude.” “That’s an understatement” he said back with an eye roll.
“But it is time to face this thing!” His more encouraging side responded. “How can we be a good tist, if we are afraid of going under ourselves?”.
“Yeah…”. The wolf sighed. He knew his fear was silly, but to him it was very real. In the past he tried, and failed, many times to work up the courage to ask one of his fellow tist friends to put him under; just a nice gentle trance. That way he could finally quash the fear once and for all. But every time he would get close to finally asking he would inevitably feel his heart race, the panic sweats kick in, and would work out an excuse for why he would ‘forget to ask’ or suddenly have to leave all together.
It was becoming a problem. “It IS a problem” he thought to himself. He had missed meetups with his tist friends due to the fear that they would put him under against his will, or that the conversation of hypnosis would eventually come up. Even when he worked up the courage to stay, to try and enjoy the moment, he found himself constantly on guard and hating every moment of it. It all seemed fruitless. By the end of each night out he would collapse on his bed and berate himself for letting another perfectly good time be ruined by his fear.
“You idiot.” He would say to himself as he would undress. “You can put others under trance using a dozen different methods, but you can’t even settle down to TRY and go under yourself. Some tist you are.” He would then slide into bed and browse his phone to try and calm his racing mind. Only for the stress and fatigue to finally set in, and mercifully, his body would get ready to go to sleep. He would toss and turn a few more times before finding a comfortable position, only to utter one last comment. “I’m pathetic.” Then drift off to sleep.
Card gave a long look at himself in the mirror. He had been battling this fear for a while now. How long was it exactly? Too long to . He had this fear since he was just a pup. For that he was sure of. It all started long ago when his dad was showing him and his sister some family antiques in their attic at the old house. While most were boring the pups out of their minds, one caught the young wolf’s attention; a polished bronze pocket watch. When he saw it he yipped with excitement clear in his voice. “Just like cartoons!”
His dad, while initially confused, quickly picked up on what he meant. “Yeah I guess” he said with a laugh, continuing to dig through the family relics. “Could you show me?” Card asked with a smile on his face. His dad was again taken back.But, looking at the eagerness plain on the young pup’s face it was hard to say no and he was quickly won over. Who could say no to the cute little pup after all? “All right” he said again, chuckling to himself. “Just know I don’t know what I'm really doing here, ok?”
It was at this point that Card’s little sister, binky still in her mouth, finally spoke up “That sounds scary, I don’t wanna.” Card shot his sister with an annoyed glare. “Dad isn’t doing it to you stupid!”
“Be nice to your sister Card”
Card shuffled his paws. “Sorry dad, sorry Vesper.”
“That’s better. Goodness kids these days…” The dad grumbled as he got to his feet. “Ok, just follow along with the watch and try to relax ok?” He instructed his son.
The excitable pup nodded. This was clearly going to be so cool.
“Alright here we go, to the left, to the right. Yup. just like that son.” The watch was swinging slowly, it’s glinting surface catching all the pup’s attention.
“As you keep watching” his dad continued, “you may find it hard to look away, as if the watch is keeping your eyes locked on it”
The pup tested the suggestion and quickly found his eyes snapping back to the swinging family relic. It was strange, his mind fee-
That was all he ed of the incident. He woke up in his bed, some time had ed but he wasn't sure how much. Hearing his family downstairs, Card got out of bed and walked down the hall, only to find himself standing near the railing leading to the family room. He didn’t know what to do though. Should he ask his dad what happened? Would it be ok to even talk about it? Did something bad happen that he just forgot? Nervous and ashamed he slinked past them and went straight into the basement to the Furtendo. Picking out his favorite game - Space Vulpine. Booting it up the pup tried his best to forget about what just happened. It wasn't easy.
Card’s attention snapped back to the wolf looking at him in the mirror. The signs of worry and anxiety were everywhere he looked. Slumped shoulders, downcast eyes, even his ears, normally perky and fine pointed, seemed disheveled and slouched. Despite all of this, Card took in one last deep breath. In, held, out.
“I hope I'm ready for this”.
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