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Duth "Chloe" Olec
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35 and getting older. Leave if you're under 18! Cute silly hypnosnakerotica and romance by an ace genderfog cloud. You can find my works here https://cloudycuckoocosmos.com/hypnosisnakerotica/
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Chapters 3 and 4 of the next story have been drafted! This is the first time in a while I've written new stuff, and I'm having a blast with this story and excited to start sharing it this year!
Here's another teaser of the lead art by @sleepygaycutie.bsky.social
#kiss #kiss #kiss #kiss #kiss #kiss
Woman with long black hair forcefully kissing the lips of someone with glasses, gripping their face with one hand and pulling their hair back with the other. The dark-haired woman's eyes are closed, while the other character, with mid-toned hair, has a shocked expression, eye wide open.
February 8, 2026 at 7:39 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
The previous image but Meowth has been added. "Meowth, that's right!"
February 7, 2026 at 2:48 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Okay apropos of absolutely figgin nothing but I have a character who's a beach ball given life through magic, and along with life they got a big sharp toothy mouth, and I'm really amused at the mental image I got of them somehow meeting Kenny and the two compete to see who can open their mouth wider
beach ball with red, yellow, and blue stripes and white inbetween, stubby gray arms and feet, two line eyes, and a big mouth stretching from arm to arm below the red stripe full of big, sharp, triangle teeth
February 4, 2026 at 8:10 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Alright, the first two chapters of the next big story have been redrafted! They're based on the original story I wrote 4 years ago, but with some additions plus changes based on how I've changed my plans for the story.
Here's a little preview of the lead art, which is by @sleepygaycutie.bsky.social!
Sepia art of a figurue with big, curly hair, smiling as she adjusts her sunglasses, which hide her eyes entirely.
February 2, 2026 at 12:36 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
I am super excited to share the thing I just wrote, it's just for Patreon for a week like usual but it's fun and experimental. Just look at this previewwww #hypnokink #hypnosis
“Now, now, my dear doll, there’s no need to write such libel, but of course I forgive you, let’s just kiss and make up.” nnnnnnnnnnnno see iahtes; what iwas atolskgn about no arg8e8r juast “Stop typing, please. You’re typing the wrong things. You’re supposed to tell about how generous I am to give you two kisses.”
January 24, 2026 at 6:39 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Sometime after this story I got art made by @psyfly.bsky.social depicting the story, with evil!Lila hypnotizing the real one.
This... design still isn't quite right, tbh. The fact I never intended to bring her back didn't make it a big deal. #hypnokink #hypnosis #lamia #naga #snake
Lamia with dark violet hair, down to her hips and held by several bands into a tail, with a flower pin in her hair and a violet ruffled dress. She's staring into a mirror, leaning forward, arms hanging to her sides; an inset in the corner shows her eyes are wide and mouth hanging open, hypnotic colors flowing through her eyes. The mirror stands on the ground with a dark, swirling frame, and in the mirror is Lila's evil side, hypnotizing her, where she now wears a tiara, a tight top with a bare midriff, a tight low-cut tube skirt, light violet arm gloves with collars on her wrists and near her shoulders, with her shoulders encased in round bulbs with a spiral pattern on them, and she has a pair of headphones around her neck. She's watching the real Lila with an evil grin, hypnotic colors pulsing in her eyes.
January 16, 2026 at 8:35 PM
dutholec.bsky.social
oh right, here you go
January 9, 2026 at 11:30 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Though she's a witch, my character Erada is as festive about Christmas as Halloween. (It also happens to be her birthday today.) She's got enough mistletoe on her hat that she'll be taking lots of kisses at the holiday party.
The art is by @kieranharris.bsky.social
#witch #christmas #xmas
Short witch with medium-dark-tan skin and orange hair and eyes, smiling and offering the viewer a candy cane. Her witch hat is striped red and green with white fur lining the brim, mistletoe set on it with ornaments hanging from it. Her dress is trimmed with white fur at the collar, bottom, and sleeves, and the chest is green with red sleeves while the skirt part is striped red and green. Her stockings are striped red and white, and she wears thick dark boots with red laces.
December 22, 2025 at 7:06 PM
dutholec.bsky.social
with apologies to no one #hypnokink
The original comic (which this post quotes and which has alt text for the full text), but every instance of old and old age is replaced with mind control or mind controlled
December 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM
dutholec.bsky.social
16th Dr. Fara
15th Erada
14th Amaru
13th Hilja
12th Vil
11th Maestra
10th Anne
9th Persnakety
8th Revasa
7th Dragovoir
6th Enna
5th Alya
4th Ageul
3rd Mira
2nd Lila
1st Jb
I also want to mention something I forgot, in that Maestra and Anne had almost IDENTICAL results. Neat!
With 50 votes, 16.7 vote average, and 46.2% average, Maestra comes in 11th place With 50 votes, 16.7 vote average, and 46.3% average, Anne Koizumi comes in 10th place
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Perhaps Jewelyn removed Lila's corrupted power so that she would have an easier final match, and now that she has Lila, she uses her hypnotic influence to bring the rest of the audience under her control.
And so she takes over the tournament universe and it has to be blocked off from entrance.
“Worship me, Lila, worship me, “No thoughts now, I’m all that you see. “Give me your mind, lost in the haze, “Worship me and sing my praise.” Lila gulps as Jb squeezes something around her neck, and her mind drains away into the pink collar, Jb’s thoughts filling the void left behind. Jb removes her hand from Lila’s mouth to reveal a wide grin as divine, hypnotic pleasure floods Lila’s mind and body. Jb slithers behind her and places her hands on her shoulders. “Now, little Lila, who is your goddess?” “You are, my goddess!” “Oh, I’m too modest. “We know I’m the best, none can compare, “But to praise myself? I hardly dare. “Your voice, sweet Lila, is like nectar in song, “Why don’t you sing about where you belong?” Lila breathes in Jb’s swirling mist and sighs as if drunk on love. “I’d love to, goddess, yes, everyone should know, “The glory of basking in your divine glow. “Everyone come, this goddess divine, “Reflect her glory, and you will shine. “Her eyes are hypnotic, perfection and beauty, “To gaze and submit is a wonderful duty. “Let her hearts fill you up, let go of your mind, “When she takes deep control you’ll feel divine. “Such lips are the softest and strongest you’ll feel, “To have just one taste you’ll obediently kneel. “Her scent will surround you as she grows near, “Lose yourself to her, you’ve nothing to fear. “Gaze at her deeply, imagine her close, “Pumping your mind with a hypnotic dose. “Her arms squeeze you tight, muscles so strong, “As she wraps all around you, her tail so long. “Her breasts pressed against you, you know you desire, “Why watch from afar one you truly admire? “A servant and slave to my goddess am I, “You want to come join me, so please, don’t be shy, “Together let’s serve and love and obey, “Jb is a goddess, come be her slave.” As Lila sang the crowd seemed to lean forward as one, eyes glazing over, until at her invitation much of the audience stumbled towards the field as if in a drunken stupor. Jb has won the tournament, she has won Lila, and she has won the audience. In reversing Lila’s ascension to corrupt godhood, she didn’t save her. She left her open to be a puppet for her own corrupt godhood. Final bracket with Jb at the center, the winner, but red pulsing hearts shroud the tournament as pink hearts cover it and Jb herself is overlayed over the image.
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Duval and Debora were supposed to be the object of play one more time, but Jb wasn't going to let her head-on defeat at the start of the tournament go unchallenged: she goes straight for Lila and doesn't let up.
#Hypnovember #lamia #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis
Atop the stage stands Lila and Jb, Duval and Debora between them. The lamias flourish to the crowd as Lila and Jb sing. “Are you ready for the finale?” “Are you ready to declare?” “The victor of this tournament!” “Whether or not it’s fair.” Lila looks at Jb. “What do you mean by that?” she asks. Jb grins. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m certain every competitor reached the ranking they deserve. “That doesn’t exactly inspire me with much more confidence,” Lila says. She looks at Duval and Debora. “Are you two ready?” “I still can’t believe we’re still up here,” Debora says. They stand still, Duval’s arm behind his back. “We can still run, you know.” “We might as well see it through,” Duval says. “It might be fun.” “Oh yes, it might,” Jb says. She and Lila slither to opposite sides of Duval and Debora. A light above the stage counts down to the match start—three, two, one . . . ding! The match starts and Jb pounces on Lila, shoving her back as she pulls her into a kiss. Lila shouts muffled as her lips are ensnared by Jb’s, and the love goddess caresses her hands over Lila as she presses her body against her. She holds Lila so she can’t pull away, and Lila grabs Jb’s head with her tail. She pulls the love goddess off her, but Jb’s tail slides behind her around her hips and back to keep her close. Jb grins, eyes pulsing with hearts as pink mist sprays from her shoulders, and she sings. “Oh little Lila, you won’t win this time, “Just give up and submit to love that’s divine, “This time you won’t snatch away my win, “So why don’t you show me a good mindless grin?” Lila moans as she fails to push Jb away, but she wraps her tail around Jb’s eyes to stop her hypnotic hearts, and she shakes Jb’s spell out of her head. She massages Jb’s neck and shoulders with her scales and slithers her tail further to massage Jb’s back as she sings softly. “Now Jb, relax, you’re under such stress, “Let me massage you, my tail is the best, “Just feel those scales knead your tight, tired muscle, “You just want to relax and not have a—” Lila coughs as the pink mist swirls around her. Jb chuckles and clamps a hand over Lila’s mouth. “Your voice is your strength, so I’ll take that away, “Don’t worry, don’t think, you’ve got nothing to say, “Just listen to my voice, sink under my sway, “Give in, dear Lila, everything is okay.” Jb slithers around Lila, one hand over her mouth and the other on her shoulder. As Lila tries to pull Jb off her Jb pulls her hefty body around Lila and grips her in place. Lila shivers as Jb slithers over her arms, and gradually Lila’s tail loosens around Jb’s eyes. At the other end of the stage, Debora and Duval step away. “Let’s leave before anyone remembers us,” Debora whispers. “I feel we should help Lila,” Duval says. “Not our place. I don’t think we’re supposed to intervene anyway. This is a tournament, it’s between them.” “I suppose you’re right. Let’s go.” Lila loses her grip with her tail and it dangles over Jb’s shoulders, allowing Jb to stare into Lila’s eyes with her pulsing hearts. “You know I’m a love goddess, stop this resisting, “Look deep in my eyes, feel your thoughts misting, “Breathe in my scent, feel my rich scales, “My massage is the best, from my divine tail.” Lila moans, eyelids drooping as hearts pulse through her eyes in a mirror of Jb’s. Her resistance drops, arms and tail going limp as Jb wraps her in her tail. Jb leans close, within kiss distance, Lila’s mind within her grasp.
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
This final match really is just between a kind, consensual character, and a dominating forcing character.
I suppose when your head is always crowded with two minds, silencing both so only one guides it, even (or especially??) an outside mind, is something of a relief.
#Hypnovember #lamia #hypnokink
“Thanks.” Lila laughs. “Glad to have met you. Although now you have to deal with—” Art by Orange in a Can! Lila looks up to see Jb slither onstage. “Just be careful with her,” Lila says. “She has more tricks than a magic shop.” As she slithers away Duval and Debora stand and face Jb. “Now, this is a pleasure,” Jb says. “Such a handsome figure I get to have in my coils today.” “Forget it,” Debora says. “We’re not letting you anywhere near us.” “Debora has researched a lot of religions,” Duval says. “You haven’t shown up in any of them. Er, has she, Debora?” “She’s not a goddess,” Debora says. “Oh, now,” Jb says. “Humor me just a little, please?” She strikes at Duval and Debora from behind with her tail, but they spin and shove the chair at her tail to block her. They run to the side as Jb releases pink mist from her shoulder pods. Duval knows what he senses Debora thinking: don’t breathe in, get off the stage. At the edge of the stage Jb lunges and nabs Debora’s arm, pulling them into a kiss. Duval and Debora gasp at the shock of the kiss and hypnotic taste and breathe in the mist. Duval feels his mind reel from Jb’s influence, thoughts twist and squirm and bow to Jb as she holds them against her body and slides her tail around them. When she releases the kiss she grins at them, eyes pulsing with hearts, and Duval’s eye fills with hearts as his mind plunges under her control. “Please,” Jb sings, “look at me, please, stare at me, please, submit to me.” Debora tries to keep her mind afloat, but hearts pulse through her eye, slower than Duval’s but gaining traction over her mind. Between Jb’s kiss, her mist, her eyes, her voice, and her tail, which removes their belt and slides under their tunic, Jb takes hold of all their senses and coaxes them to obey. Her croon drops to a whisper. “Please, lust for me, please, worship me, please . . . me.” She giggles and rotates her head, dragging Duval and Debora’s gaze in a circle. Despite having just slept Debora feels a wave of languor wash over her, each circle of her head leaving her sleepier, thoughts becoming jumbled and confused unless they focus on Jb. “Worship your goddess, rest in peace,” Jb sings, grin widening as Duval’s side of their mouth curls into a smile. She giggles and tickles Debora’s side of the mouth, coaxing it to twitch into a smile. “Lust . . . obey . . . submit to my divine lust.” Duval and Debora breathe deep, Jb’s mist fogging their mind. Their body throbs with numbing pleasure as Jb wraps around their skin under their tunic. Debora finds her thoughts harder to follow, clearer thoughts coming in Jb’s voice to submit. All the while the light of Jb’s heart eyes fill her vision and draw her into the thought of worship. “Now, two minds in one body,” Jb says. She lifts a pink collar. “I wonder how this will work.” She pulls the magic collar tight around Duval and Debora’s neck. Duval and Debora gasp as their minds feel as though sinking into a vortex, shoved against each other and drawn down into the collar. They smile as their head feels clearer than they’ve ever known, only one mind directing their head now, Jb’s mind controlling their brain. Duval nad Debora’s mind, squeezed into the collar, grow numb as the magic eats away at their consciousness, leaving their body a puppet for Jb to control. “You don’t need two minds in there,” Jb says. She holds their chin. “You only need mine in there.” She kisses them, pressing her body against them to satisfy the lust that refilled her body with transforming once again into a corrupted love goddess.
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
It's not that Debora wouldn't like it, she just can never let her guard down.
#Hypnovember #lamia #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis
Debora grunts—she can feel Lila’s soft touch on Duval’s side. She can see Lila’s colors in her mind’s eye as well from Duval’s side. “Go to sleep,” Lila sings, “sleep so deep.” She leans closer to whisper into Duval’s ear, in front of him enough for him to peer over into one of her eyes. “Just relax, and go to sleep.” Duval’s side of the body goes lax as his wide eye fills with Lila’s color. Debora feels Duval’s side of the mouth curl into a smile, and she finds her eye twitching to open as Lila’s spell tickles her mind alongside Duval’s. “Can—Can you—” She wants to ask Lila to stop for a moment, but she can’t find the words. With a twinge she realizes her eye has opened. “Oh, are you warming up to it?” Lila slithers in front of them to look into both their eyes. “Would you like to feel my hypnosis too, Debora?” “I—I . . .” Debora tries to resist the desire glowing from Lila’s eyes, push her thoughts against the colors encroaching on her mind, but as Duval’s eye pulses with Lila’s colors Debora’s pupil shrinks, her hold on her own thoughts waning. She gasps as her vision floods with violet, her thoughts drawn to the color like a flower to the sun. She tries to think against the color, remember she wanted to resist, and her pupil edges back to normal size. “It feels so lovely, doesn’t it?” Lila holds their shoulders, and Debora’s resistance wanes, her pupil shrinking as more rings flow over her vision. “It’s good to take a break from your worries.” Maybe, Debora thought, maybe she wanted to feel this, but she couldn’t admit it. She’d seen Lila in matches, she was always kind and gentle. Maybe Debora just couldn’t let her guard down. Duval and Debora sway where they stand, body relaxing beyond the point they can hold themself stable. Lila slithers her tail around their legs and hips to hold them up and she sings. “You can sleep safe and sound, “Just let me wrap you all around. “Slip into dreamy slumber, sail on a swirling mist, “Sink into sleep as your senses fill with bliss.” Debora gives a smile equal to Duval’s as she sinks alongside him under Lila’s spell. She wraps up their body, massaging their arms as she squeezes them into her coils. “Go to sleep, “Sleep so deep, “Just relax, “And go to sleep.” Lila settles her coils around Duval and Debora’s shoulders and kisses them on the forehead. “Have a lovely little nap,” Lila says. “I promise you’ll awake fresh and new.” Duval and Debora awake in a chair on stage and stretch. “How was your nap?” Lila asks, leaning down with her elbows on the armrest. “Ooh, that was lovely,” Duval says. “I daresay I haven’t had a nap that exquisite in quite some time.” “Er, what is Debora doing?” Lila asks. Debora runs her hand down their body, checking their clothes and skin. “She’s just making sure everything is in order,” Duval says. “Come now, Debora, you must admit it was a nice nap.” “Yes,” Debora says, “and everything does appear in order.” She smiles to Lila. “Thank you.” “Of course,” Lila says, “I respect your boundaries. I held you in my coils while they brought out a chair for you to rest in, that was it.” Debora nods. “Were that everyone as honorable as you,” Debora says. “Thank you,” Lila says. She smiles and looks down. “That means a lot.” Duval pats her shoulder. “If Debora gives you praise, that means you are praiseworthy indeed.”
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Oh I completely forgot that I had Duval and Debora be the object of play for the final match.
#Hypnovember #lamia #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis
“I don’t think so,” Belle says. “Something about awkward circumstances, but I’m not really sure why. Apparently they’re getting someone new.” “Ooh, I know who it is!” Alya says. “Really? Who?” Belle asks. “It’s you, Belle!” Alya claps. “Congratulations!” “What? No! I’m not going out there!” Alya grabs Belle’s arm and pulls her towards the stage. “Come on, we gotta get you up there, time for you to have some fun.” “No, let go!” Belle pulls back. Wren jumps up and pulls Belle away from Alya, and all three shout. “It’s time, everybody!” The three freeze as I begin an announcement, floating over the stage. “The final match is here! No more getting sidetracked, it’s time for the real deal! For this finale, I introduce to you a new figure for our lovely lamia competitors to play with!” “Come on, Belle,” Alya says, “you gotta get up there!” “It’s not Belle,” I say. “Oh,” Alya says. She grins and sits down. “Never mind.” “Please join me in welcoming to the stage, Duval and Debora!” On the stage Duval waves to the crowd, while Debora’s arm hangs to her side. “Are we really going to do this?” Debora asks. “Why not?” Duval says. “It could be fun. The host said they’ll fix us up back to normal after, no?” “Like they fixed that disaster from earlier?” Debora asks. “I don’t trust them.” “Do you trust Lila?” Duval asks, turning to see said lamia slithers to the stage. “After what transpired? I can’t say that I do,” Debora says. Artwork by Astron “Hello!” Duval waves to Lila. “I’m Duval, and this is Debora.” He gestures to his other side. Lila looks next to him then back. “Um—” “I’m Debora.” Debora thrusts a thumb at herself. “We inhabit the same body.” “Oh! I see,” Lila says. “It’s very nice to meet you two.” “A bit of warning,” Duval says, “I’m afraid Debora doesn’t trust people easily. I’m sure you’re trustworthy, but for Debora, trust doesn’t come easy.” “That’s okay,” Lila says. She looks away and frowns. “After what happened recently I wouldn’t trust me, either.” Lila slithers to a harp—it was totally on the stage the whole time—and strums it gently. “From all I do, and all I can, from it all I have a fear, “What if my true self, family heritage is predisposed to harm? “Over humans once the lamias of old would domineer, “Without permission they’d ensnare and drop them in their charm. “Is it innate for lamias to treat others like this? “Like fools to play with, pets to train, or something to enslave? “I hope with all my heart, oh yes, this is my greatest wish, “That it’s not true, that at our core, we lamias behave.” She looks to Duval and Debora. “I promise you, without permission, I will not touch you, “But say the word, and I will show you just what I can do.” “Oh, that was lovely!” Duval says. “Wasn’t that lovely, Debora?” “I suppose I cannot deny that,” Debora says. “She sings well.” Lila taps her fingers together. “Thank you. So, I would love to show you my eyes and coils, but only if you’re okay with it.” “Yes,” Duval says. “No,” Debora says. “Uh—” Lila stares at them. “Do you ever agree?” “We eventually come to an agreement,” Debora says. “Oh, Debora takes some convincing,” Duval says. “She’ll warm up eventually, though.” “Well, I can’t just hypnotize one of you, can I?” Lila asks. “Can you just like, shut your eye during the whole thing? Will that work?” Debora shuts her eye. “I expect I’ll have to bail you out again, Duval.” “No, no, I promise you you’ll wake up feeling perfectly fine and refreshed,” Lila says. “I won’t wrap you up, since I can’t wrap just one of you.” “All right, whenever you’re ready Miss Lila,” Duval says. Lila slithers up to them and places a hand on Duval’s shoulder. “Just focus your eye on mine,” Lila says as her eyes fill with her soft violet rings. Duval stares, eye wide. Debora clenches her eye. “Fascinating,” Duval says. “Like nectar for the vision.” Lila giggles. “You like it, then?” She holds Duval’s hand. “Lovely,” Duval says.
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
It's time for the final match! Jewelyn may be too much for Wren to handle, but that doesn't mean they don't care if she's hurt or something.
#Hypnovember #lamia #naga #snake
Bracket with a mark at the final match, between Lila and Jb. “Welcome back!” Belle says. “Things have been a little chaotic around here, but they’ve calmed down and the competitors Lila and Jb have rested up for the final match! I’m here with Wren and Alya to discuss the match—Wren, you’ve been running around jittery ever since the chaos died down. What’s up?” Wren looks down. “I’ve been looking for someone. An old—acquaintance, they’d disappeared, some people thought she died, she suddenly showed up during that chaos, but I ran, and I haven’t seen her since. I just hope she’s all right.” “I’m sure she is,” Belle says. Alya grins and crosses her arms. “She probably just ran away to live a carefree life with a naga or lamia,” Alya says. “Happens all the time.” “So Alya,” Belle says, “you kind of bore the brunt of Lila’s corruption. How did that feel?” “Oh, that felt amazing,” Alya says. She squeezes her hands against her face. “Holy fig, everything overwhelming my mind and senses like that was absolutely pure ecstasy, I’ve never felt anyone that powerful.” She pouts. “I’d like a word with whoever turned her back to normal.” “Are you serious right now?” Belle asks. “Well, they could have at least given me a go at being a goddess.” “You are serious.” Belle shakes her head. “Alya, I think you would be even more dangerous in that position.” She backs up and blushes as Alya leans close and strokes a finger under her chin. “Oh, you know that quite well, don’t you, Belle?” Alya grins. “Not even what I meant!” Belle shoos her away. “Would you say in that form Lila was more or less powerful than Jb?” “She was absolutely more powerful,” Alya says. “Jb has kind of a limiting factor in comparison, like something’s not quite right. Lila felt natural for the role. Maybe because Jb turned out to not really be a lamia?” “Wait, really?” Wren asks. Alya splays her hands out. “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a human who got transformed into a lamia. Go figure! So all her power was added on, whereas Lila’s seems to be multiplied. She could dominate actual gods with that power, I’ll bet.” “I’m glad she’s back to normal,” Alya says. “I mean, all right, fine, I’ll bet she’s glad, too,” Alya says. “But come on, it’s so awesome.” “I think I see why you were removed from the object of play role,” Belle says. Alya pouts. “Nobody wants me to have any fun,” she says. Belle laughs. “I think you’ve had enough fun.” “Wait, she’s not going out there?” Wren asks. “I-It’s not me again, is it?”
December 1, 2025 at 1:33 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Sorry Lila, the votes were in. Jewelyn is gone.
unless someone comms me to write about her sometime in the future because that's really the only reason the evil Lila came back.
Anyway, that ends the Match of Fates! All that was left was to conduct the final match of the tournament!
#Hypnovember
“I don’t know what that freak I certainly never met before was talking about. I’m not pitiful.” She twists and blows a kiss to the audience and sticks her long tongue out as she strokes her breasts with a hand and sticks up her snake butt. “I’m a love goddess, right, audience?” At least half the audience cheers in a mix of affirmation and sighs. Lila groans and rubs her head as she rises. She blinks and looks at Jb. Jb turns as she says her name. “Jb, you saved me.” Jb laughs and waves at Lila. “Oh my no, little Lila, while perhaps yes my actions did save you, I assure you it was in no way my aim.” “Really?” Lila asks. “No part of Jewelyn in there did that to try and save me, and maybe prove herself worthy of redemption?” Jb looks away. “Really now, I don’t know of whom you’re speaking of, so I’m afraid I cannot answer that for you.” “I wonder,” Lila says. Is Jewelyn still in there? Did she choose Jb for good? Would there be a way to help the real Jewelyn? “Did you know this would happen?” Veda asks. She sits in her VIP booth, watching everyone on the field regain their bearings as she speaks on her phone. “I had a pretty good idea it would turn out this way,” I told her. “I wasn’t sure if Jewelyn would do it to save Lila or bring back Jb, but I figured something would push her this way. People like bad endings, but they like them less when it happens to established characters they’ve come to love.” “You place high value on the power of stories.” “Well, I am an author,” I say. “On that note, I better start preparing for the real final match!” “You’re moving forward with the final match?” Veda asks. “Oh, sure, I’m going to give everyone a break,” I say. “Lila and Jb will need to get back to where they mentally were, Lila especially, she’ll probably need to get comfortable hypnotizing people again, say maybe a week of having her spend quality time with someone?” So we proceed to do a week time skip! Tomorrow, the real final match begins! Lila versus Jb, for reals this time! Will it go the same way as the very first match? We’ve seen more of what Jb can do, and now we know of her past as Jewelyn and how she’s a tragic villain. We’ve seen what Lila looks like corrupted, though, so votes could swap either way! One last match, one last vote, one last set of exhibitions. Watch for that tomorrow!
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
I believe the results from highest to lowest were Jb, Lila, evil Lila, and Jewelyn. People voted for the status quo, so that was the result, though I forget if the two Jb or two Lila got more votes, sadly I didn't keep those results.
The votes not only determined what the outcome was, but why.
Darmenzi grins as the corrupted Lila sings to the audience, tempting and beckoning them to come down and submit to her as their goddess. Darmenzi looks up at The Cloud in the narrator booth. It’s only a matter of time before that pest up there comes down to give in, as well. (It’s me, they’re thinking of me. I’m not going to go down there, though.) “You know you intensely want to, though,” Darmenzi says. Nope. Totally not. I’m fine up here thanks. Besides, the votes are in. “Votes? You surely don’t think Jewelyn can win over my Lila? She could hardly hope to win against your Lila.” That wasn’t the vote. Darmenzi turns at running footsteps and bends aside as someone lunges and grabs onto their staff. “Turn me back, you creep!” Jewelyn shouts. “Jewelyn is dead! Make me Jb again!” Darmenzi stands not much taller than Jb, but they lift their staff with her hanging on as if she’s no bigger than a bug. “You’re a fool!” Darmenzi laughs. “You actually wish to go back to your cursed state?” “I can’t go back! I no longer exist!” Jewelyn shouts. She grips the staff as if for dear life, even as Darmenzi tries to shake her off. “You’ll sacrifice the lives Jb will take to be her again?” Darmenzi asks. “That’s cold. I like your spunk. But I’m afraid I have a new pet project now.” They spin their staff, yet Jewelyn somehow clings on. “Lila will be a greater goddess of seduction than you ever were! Why don’t I introduce you?” Darmenzi growls as Jewelyn scrabbles against the crystal on their staff as if they could transform into Jb with it. “Stop that. That’s me you’re scratching. Lila, my dear, could you take care of a pest for me?” Lila turns to them and smiles. “Oh, why Jewelyn, it’s you.” She lifts the end of her tail to Jewelyn. “Why don’t I show you what it’s like to be on the receiving end, hmm?” As Lila grabs for her Jewelyn leans away and pulls her tail around Darmenzi’s crystal as if some sort of conductor. She slams her forehead into the crystal with as much force as she can muster. When the wave of shadow formed from the explosion of screeching magic subsides and light returns to the stadium, the audience murmurs confusion, unsure of what they were just doing. Two lamias groan as they lay on the stage in a heap. Darmenzi stands over them and shakes their head. “Jb, you are a pitiful fool.” Jb opens one eye and looks at Darmenzi with a hot pink pupil. “You rely on others too much. You take power from others, rather than create your own. When you lose that power, you scrabble to get it back rather than change your curse. And your course.” They grin and lean down to her. “You could have started a new life for yourself, you know. You could have saved Lila and removed my influence, rather than save Lila and take back my influence.” Next to Jb Lila groans, back to her normal self. “You’re just too addicted to the power and control my curse bestowed.” They stand back up and frown at her for a moment before they chuckle. The chuckle grows into laughter before erupting into wild cackles, as if all the pain and suffering in the world told the most powerful joke in the universe. Darmenzi cackled to the heavens, and they slammed the stage floor with the bottom of their staff, disappearing in a warp of space that left their cackle echoing. Jb rises on her tail and smiles.
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
This was the last time Top is mentioned at all, too. As for Mira, I had some idea with her showing up, but I decided not to do it, and I don't remember what that original plan was now.
As for the voting, I had a poll between Lila, evil Lila, Jb, and Jewelyn. #Hypnovember
Anyway, there are four choices in this round: Lila, Jb, Evil Lila, and Jewelyn. The first two will be combined, and the second two will be combined, to determine their fates: a vote for Lila or Jb is a vote to save Lila and bring back Jb, and a vote for evil Lila or Jewelyn is a vote to corrupt Lila and save Jewelyn! Will you vote to corrupt Lila, or save Lila? Will you vote to push Jewelyn to new confidence and save herself, or will you push her to become Jb again? It’s all up to you! Vote your conscience, or vote your libido!
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
I do quite like "This always happens, and I don’t want it to matter." Jewelyn loves to push as far as she can go. She's a tragic figure, but she's also not completely innocent. Does she wish she wasn't so pushy, so loose with boundaries, or would she prefer the other party just not be so weak?
Wren could hear the pleading in her voice. They felt sorry, which perhaps was why they didn’t realize the pleading said, “This always happens, and I don’t want it to matter.” They tried again a few days later, and Wren said their safe word only minutes in. They broke it off days later. Just another break up in a long series for Jewelyn. “It’s—It’s been so long,” Jewelyn says, back in the present. She looks away. “I completely forgot. I—forgot a lot of things.” “Where have you been all this time?” Wren asks. “I was—” Masquerading as a love goddess? Taking souls and destroying lives? Spending however long this tournament has lasted using Wren like a toy? “That doesn’t matter now,” Jewelyn says. “There’s chaos outside. Practically an embodiment of chaos. We need to get somewhere safe and hide.” She looks around then back at Wren. She takes their hand and smiles. “Maybe—somewhere private until it blows over?” Wren gasps and backs away from her. “No—No, sorry, Jewelyn, I need to be—I—” Wren slides along the wall. “Listen, if you need help or something, there’s like, a robot, he helps someone who runs the tournament I think, I’m sure he’ll help you, I gotta go, I—I don’t know what happened that made you disappear but I hope you’ll be okay, maybe I’ll see you later!” Wren sprints away, leaving Jewelyn a second time. She stares after them. Rejection—she hadn’t felt this in a long time. For the moment she hates herself. When she remembered all those lives she took, she shed not a tear. But now, remembering all those rejections of herself—now the tears come. She doesn’t know what to do. Well, I know what you, the reader, should do! You should—Oh, hang on, I’m getting another call. “Duth!” Veda shouts on a phone. “You’re going to have to do something! Lila’s corruption is too powerful, she’s on the verge of turning the entire audience here into a hypnotized cult, and with that lizard’s goading I doubt she’ll stop there!” “Oh, that’s not a lizard, that’s Darmenzi,” I say. “They have the body of a verk’lon.” “What?” “Listen, no problem, just hunker down in your room, because I’ve got a plan!” “Do you actually have a plan?” Veda asks, clear desire in her voice to have never met me. “I believe I can legally call it a plan,” I say. “Legally speaking, I’m not sure I can call it much more than that.” “For your sake, hope that Eduards’ mental defenses had better hold firm,” Veda says. “Should I lose him, I will use all my power to dissolve you.” “Wait, I forget—seriously, you have no idea how often I forget what I’ve established in this project—do you think I’m actually a cloud or do you know I’m just hanging out inside of a facsimile of one?” “Cloud or no cloud!” “Okay, okay, I’m on it. I’m sure Top is helping, right?” “Beyond all expectations, yes, they’re both working to barricade the audience from entering the field, but I do not know how long they can keep that up. Eduards has already had to grab Belle to stop her.” “Wait, did Mira not get affected or something?” “I did not see Mira out there.” “Oh, maybe I retconned that because it’s easier this way.” “What are you even talking about?” “It’s hard being an author who’s hands-on with their world, okay???” I disconnect the line because that went on too long. Now what the hex was I writing? Oh yeah! It’s time to vote again! Oh, but we can’t have the vote between Lila and Jb, they aren’t here! So instead the vote is between Lila and Jb or evil Lila and Jewelyn! Hmm, evil Lila needs a name. Evilila? Evila? Viva La Vida? I’ll work on that.v
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
Maybe Jewelyn dated Wren for a week, maybe not. Honestly, I don't think Jb remembers anyone she broke up with. I think she probably went through 50 breakups, at least--it has to be a big number for her to be willing to sell her soul to end that heartache. Eventually they blurred together.
#hypnosis
“Oh, all right,” Wren said. They watched as she pulled it behind Wren’s neck and flipped it around once. “That’s kind of a strange—” Wren wheezed as Jewelyn pulls the scarf tight and squeezed their neck. They didn’t expect a scarf. They thought it would’ve been cute if it weren’t so tight. Jewelyn pulled Wren up to their feet by the scarf and against her body, where she kissed them as she pulled the scarf around her to tie Wren against her. Wren blushed as Jewelyn pulled their body against hers and slipped her tongue into Wren’s mouth with her kiss. Arms and legs immobile, trapped against Jewelyn and at her mercy, they relaxed and let her control them. Outside the brief pain, it felt nice letting her lead them around instead of having to take initiative. Jewelyn whirled Wren back onto the couch and pressed her body over them, a knee pressed between Wren’s legs. She lifted a heart pendant on a string over Wren and swayed it back and forth. “Now lets drop that pretty little mind of yours, Wren,” she said with a grin that bordered on sinister cat. Wren smiled. “Sounds nice,” they said. They remembered this part of the discussion, they would play out a hypnosis scene. Well—Jewelyn had said she really would hypnotize Wren, but they assumed that was theatrics. “Nice indeed,” Jewelyn said. She leaned close to Wren’s ear and whispered, “Just watch the heart sway, Wren, back and forth, back and forth. Lock your eyes to the heart . . . Lock your heart to this heart . . .” Wren shivered as they felt Jewelyn’s breath in their ear. They hadn’t expected it to feel so visceral. If Wren didn’t know better they very well could have lost their train of thought stuck focused on the swaying heart. “Back . . . forth,” repeated Jewelyn. “Thoughts coming so slowly now. It’s like time is slowing down. Back and forth, back and forth.” Gradually Wren stopped thinking about how they were acting out hypnosis and instead throught about the heart, Jewelyn’s words and her breath, her hand sliding down Wren’s back, her body pressed against theirs, her leg pressed between theirs. “Such a silly, fuzzy head, Wren,” Jewelyn said. Wren muttered a half-repeating response, eyes fluttering. “So sleepy now,” she purred. “Just dream about me, Wren.” “Uh-huh,” Wren mumbled, head sinking against Jewelyn’s shoulder. Jewelyn giggled into Wren’s ear, and her breath became a bite. She slid her hand from Wren’s back to their front as she climbed closer, sliding her other leg behind Wren’s lower back. Wren gasped into a groggy wake as a wave of bites and squeezes covered their body. With a twinge they remembered where they were, the hypnosis scene—it wasn’t a scene, was it?—but before they could think about it Jewelyn shushed them and they drifted back towards sleep. “Just relax, Wren,” Jewelyn said. “Let me be in control. Let my words be in control.” Wren mumbled as their thoughts slid back into a Jewelyn focus, their self forgotten. Jewelyn’s words enclosed around their thoughts, but one word they’d chosen made itself heard. “Pollyanna.” With that mumble Wren dropped into sleep. Wren twinged awake at a repeated snap in their ear. They heard Jewelyn’s voice, shriller now. Something about something up. “Wren, wake up! Did you say Pollyanna?” “Uhh?” Wren jolted up as they remembered what happened. “Too much!” They gasped and shuffled away to the other end of the couch. “That was—I’m sorry, that was too much.” “No, no, no, I’m sorry,” Jewelyn said. “I must have gone too far for you.” She whimpers. “I always do—I mean—no, that was just a fluke!” She leaned closer to Wren over the couch. “Just an unexpected mistake! I promise it won’t happen again, Wren. It won’t! I won’t get carried away like that again!”
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
So Jewelyn having previously dated Wren was kind of a necessity for the tournament, I needed someone Jewelyn had known and Wren was the obvious choice. I also needed to show a scene of Jewelyn showing what she can do for the sake of the voting.
However, in-canon, I don't see it as set in stone.
Meanwhile, away from divine doomsday, Jewelyn and Wren stare at each other. “You—You know who I am?” Jewelyn asks. “Yes,” Wren says, “Jewelyn, you—everyone thought you—well, you disappeared. All anyone ever found were your shoes—” Wren looks down “—which you appear to be wearing still, but I’m not going to question that—but, everyone assumed the worst!” Jewelyn holds her head and tries to think. All she can remember is her treatment of Wren at the tournament as Jb. She covers her face with her hat when the thought makes her blush. Sure, yes, it was terrible, but it was still hot. “I—I don’t—” With no idea how long she’d been Jb, Jewelyn tries to remember back, past all the thralls as Jb, she tries to ignore all the souls she’d snuffed out over the years, try to think back before Jb, memories she hadn’t accessed in ages, how old was she even then, how old is she even now, remember, remember if Wren is familiar from that time at all. Jewelyn’s eyes widen as she remembers. She dated Wren. “Are you ready, Wren?” Jewelyn leaned against them on the couch and pressed her body against them. “Yeah,” Wren said. “I-I’m excited to see what you can do.” Their heart raced as Jewelyn leaned close. Wren had started dating her about a week ago, hoping for something casual as an easy break from work. She’d handled the light show at a party Wren attended; they’d been overwhelmed with all the people and stayed against the wall until Jewelyn invited them to the controls for company. She had a reputation for being passionate and strong. Some said overwhelming, but in a way Wren wanted that. They had so many responsibilities everyone kept piling on them at work, it sounded nice to be with someone who would take charge. Yet as Jewelyn had explained everything Wren shivered, nervous. They wondered if they would like it, if Jewelyn might go too far. They had a safety word, but the thought of using it scared them. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, though, and sometimes the best athletes and sailors had to test their limits. “I’m ready,” Wren said. “What do you want me to do?” “Just follow my lead,” Jewelyn said, “and kneel.” She shoved Wren forward and they fell to the floor. Not a long fall, but in the time it took Wren to get their bearings Jewelyn placed her foot on Wren’s back and pushed them into the floor. Wren wheezed and gasped to regain their breath. “You cleaned your shoes, right?” Wren whined. “Of course,” Jewelyn said. “I might have you lick them later.” She reached down and pulled Wren’s hands together to tie them behind their back. Wren felt a jolt in their shoulder before they shifted it and wondered if they’d be sore in the morning. Wren quivered as Jewelyn walked her fingers up their leg under their skirt. “Let’s see your legs, dear Wren.” She lifted Wren’s skirt over their waist and pinched and squeezed their fat thighs. She tickled her fingers over Wren’s skin, and they shivered. Jewelyn tied their feet together. “How’s that?” Jewelyn asked. “The ankles are a little sore,” Wren said, “but the wrists don’t feel too—” They groaned as Jewelyn pulled the rope tighter. “N-Never mind.” They wiggled under the binds and blushed at how little they could move. Jewelyn shoved Wren onto their back with her foot and planted her foot on Wren’s chest. She grinned as she lifted a pink and red scarf. “I think you’d look good with a scarf, Wren.”
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
She's also got enough body to wrap more than one person and have tail left over.
#Hypnovember #hypnokink #hypnosis #lamia #naga #snake
“Yes goddess,” Alya says, eyes a whirlwind of endless Lila colors focused only on her, mouth an open grin wide enough to wrinkle Alya’s face. Lila curls around Alya as she continues to rub her body against her thrall, and she strokes Alya’s chin as she squeezes their faces next to each other. “You want to show this audience how wonderful it is to worship me, don’t you?” “Yeeesss goddesssss,” Alya sighs. Lila leans Alya back, rising over her as she squeezes her body around her. She wraps her tail around Alya’s hips and coils down, working her way around her long tail with her longer, thicker tail. “You want to show everyone that submission, worship, lust for your glorious goddess feels divine in a way you can never come back from,” Lila purrs. “That you only want to give me your mind, let me hold it, mold it, craft it into a state of pure captivated lust, that you want nothing but to let me ravish your mind until you are but a vessel for my sultry words to fill and coax into obedient enthrallment.” “Yesyesyesyes my goddess!” Alya says. “Good,” Lila croons to her. She slips her new headphones over Alya’s ears. “Then let’s block out the world you once knew. It’s false, it’s painful, it’s nothing you want to know about anymore. You want to only be aware of your goddess now.” “Yes . . .” Lila sings, her words flowing out the microphone directly into Alya’s mind. “There’s only one thing that you crave, “Obey and serve me as my slave, “Block your thoughts and become mine, “Your goddess’ touch feels so divine, “You want to love, worship, obey, “Feel my control, and feel my sway, “You know that you belong to me, “Worship and you will be free, “No more doubts, no more worry, “No more thoughts, your mind is blurry, “Your soul is mine for me to seize, “Let me have my way with you, please.” Lila’s tail reaches the end of Alya’s, curled hip to tip, yet more than half of Lila’s tail remains. She chuckles and wraps an arm around Alya’s shoulders, squeezing her face against her breasts. No thought crosses Alya’s mind now but submission to, worship of, and arousal from every bit of Lila, from her silky hair to her glorious eyes to her soft skin to her thick curves to her intoxicating aroma to her enchanting kiss to her hypnotic, addictive scales over her heavy, divine tail. Lila looks to the audience. “This awaits you, one and all, “When you submit and be my thrall, “You know you want to worship me, “And feel, like Alya, bliss and glee, “No need to wait, just listen deep, “As my words put you to sleep, “And draw you under hypnotic control, “Then I’ll beckon you come and give me your soul.” Lila smirks and hooks her finger to the audience and beckons them come down. Some stand and make their way to the exits to enter the field, some stumbling over themselves in a stupor. Others remain seated but sway, twitching between standing and resisting. They can’t resist forever . . .
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
The Match of Fates. The evil Lila is replacing the kind one, and Jb is gone as Jewelyn is back.
Lila's scales have a hypnotic effect, but in this new form the touch is enough to drop someone fairly quickly. She also has five hypnosis colors, two more than three. Oh, and her hair is prehensile.
The previous evil Lila art, with other art of normal Lila disappearing under it. Below this is Jb's art, grayed out, next to Jewelyn's art from previous. A big question mark is overlayed in the middle. The first thing Alya feels when Lila grabs her around the neck with her tail is choking. Lila squeezes tight with a grip declaring ownership. The second thing Alya feels happens at the same time and erases her sense of choking, as Lila’s scales stroke around her skin and her thoughts swirl into dazed mush, hypnotic waves pulsing through her body and silencing all thoughts not focused on how soft, silken, cool and enchanting her scales feel, despite how tight she grips her neck. Alya’s eyes drift shut, and when she opens them they pulse with rings of gentle lavender, soft blue, deep purple, penetrating red-violet, and thought-crushing dark purple. She smiles wide, Lila’s scales having hypnotized her before she can even look into her eyes. Lila drags Alya onstage and wraps her in her arms, giggling as she looks into Alya’s eyes with her own pulsing in her new set of five hypnotic colors. “You fell so quick for me, Alya,” Lila says. She leans closer and purrs, “You must be so eager to be an obedient slave for your goddess, aren’t you?” Alya moans and whimpers until Lila releases her tail from around her neck. “Yyyyesssyesyesyesgoddess.” “Good. Then let’s give this audience a show, so they know what to expect when they fall under my spell, too.” She pulls Alya close and kisses her lips, pouring hypnotic pulses through Alya’s head. Lila squeezes Alya in her arms as she rubs her chest and hips and scaly body against her, violet mist surrounding them and soaking through Alya’s senses until she’s aware only of Lila, nothing more. Alya’s mind collapses into surrender, every thought turned to obeying and worshiping Lila in any and every way she can. Lila’s hair twists up and curls around Alya like a tentacle, squeezing her tighter in Lila’s grasp. Alya’s mind softens, thoughts molded into obedient shape and hardened into submissive form. Lila slithers her long tongue around Alya’s and strokes and explores her, a tongue length unfamiliar to Lila, but one she’s sure she’ll have plenty of practice with. Lila pulls back from the kiss, letting her tongue wind out of Alya’s mouth, and she giggles as she presses closer around Alya. “You’re happy to be my very first hypnotized slave, aren’t you, Alya?”
November 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
dutholec.bsky.social
It's actually unclear how much of this is latent within Lila and how much is Darmenzi controlling her, but I'll confirm that Jb was always Jewelyn. Darmenzi needed no mental manipulation to get her to do what she did.
As for Lila, the fact that she was already a lamia means she's even more powerful
“And these I imagine are like Jb’s as well,” Lila says, running a hand over a lavender shoulder pod. She squeezes it and a violet mist sprays out. “Ooh yes, sweet and intoxicating.” “It can glow and pulse a pattern, as well,” Darmenzi says. “So it can!” Lila says. Violet-blue rings pulse over the shoulder pods with a glow as drawing as a snake’s eyes. “I don’t even have to do anything. Just one look at me and people will know”—she grins and lifts her hands—“I am a goddess to be worshiped.” She removes a pair of headphones from around her neck and looks at Darmenzi. “And these?” “Jb had her goggles,” Darmenzi says. “You have a natural talent for singing, though, so just slip those over someone’s ears and all they’ll know is your hypnotic melody.” “Oh yes, this is wonderful,” Lila says. “I simply must try out these toys on someone.” She scans the field and spies Alya, standing and watching her with a blushing smile. “Oh yes, Alya!” “O-Oh, hi Lila!” Alya says. She waves. “Your new look is—it’s fantastic, I just love it–” Lila wraps her tail around Alya’s neck and drags her onto the stage. Jewelyn slams the door behind her and shrinks away along the wall, panting. She doesn’t know what to do next. All she knows is she can’t go back out there—not right now. Not with Darmenzi there, not with whatever they did to Lila out there. Maybe she can lay low for a bit, then when it seems like everyone’s leaving after the tournament’s end—would the finale be cancelled? It doesn’t matter. If she can slip out, maybe find her way home, maybe she can resume her life. Maybe. How long has she been Jb? Time didn’t seem to pass for her. What year was she from? Jewelyn couldn’t remember anymore. Maybe Darmenzi, or that cloud, or something pulled her into another universe. She couldn’t worry about that now. Lay low, wait, then try to get home and figure out where to go from there. She walks down a hall, torn between strolling and sprinting, between looking nonchalant and fleeing somewhere to hide. As she turns a corner she stumbles over somebody. “Ow! Hey, slow down and watch where you’re—” “Sorry, sorry, sorry, Wren,” Jewelyn says, “I’m in a hurry, and, uh—” Wren stares at her as if they’d seen a ghost. “Is something wrong?” “Jewelyn?” Wren shouts. “What?” Jewelyn asks. Well! A lot has happened, let’s stop here! We can’t very well have the vote between Lila and Jb without our regular Jb and beyond regular Jb, so hang on for a day while I figure out how to proceed with the vote. Maybe we’ll learn more about Jewelyn tomorrow, and maybe we’ll see what this new Lila can do . . .
November 29, 2025 at 11:16 PM