The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Opening one eye, Cindy rolled over still drifting on a cloud of contentment. She felt invigorated, even though judging from the stars outside it was now night. ‘When did I go to sleep?’ she wondered as she looked around for someone that was supposed to be there. ‘And where’s Bev?’

A smile curved her lips as Cindy recalled the sight of her best friend. She’d thought her essence beautiful when the blonde had just woken up, but she’d been wrong. It had been a pale reflection of what was hidden beneath the clutter of worry and fear. It had been like watching a star ignite, Beverly’s pleasure and bliss laving Cindy with their warmth.

A shiver ran down Cinderella’s spine at the memory of her friend cumming on her fingers. ‘My best friend.’ She stilled as more memories emerged. ‘I-I’ve known her for eight years. We never, I never... And she fought me, she said no,’ Cindy finally recalled. ‘But I didn’t care, I just kept... Why?’

Cradling her head in her hands Cindy started to rock as the old Cindy finally awoke out of her stupor. ‘I used her.’ Revulsion surged as her mind went over those memories again, only to mix with a renewed sense of pleasure and lust for those same recollections.

‘I enjoyed it?’ a dismayed Cindy wondered.

‘And why not?’ An indignant voice asked. ‘It was great!’

‘It was wrong!’

Her tail wrapped protectively around her as she curled up while contradicting thoughts kept cascading through her mind. Her head felt awful as the pressure behind her eyes built. ‘I’m hideous/beautiful/terrible.’ ‘What did that thing/Creator do to me?’

Even as she asked the question, understanding came. It had tried to make an anchor and a tool. Something that would help it establish itself in this realm. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Even as the chaos in her mind grew, Cindy couldn’t help but grin at that. She’d beat her Creator, she wasn’t its. ‘I don’t- I want-I’m—’

The grin dissolved as disparate concepts, thoughts, feelings, and ideas continued to war within her. What was she? What did she want?

Her image in the mirror, posing as her hands cupped her succulent tits. So fuckable

The smell of freshly cut grass as Jerry finally kissed her for the first time. Finally!

Her parents smiling proudly from the crowd as she waved her diploma at them. Proud

Her creator’s essence filling her, burning her, consuming her. Rebirth

Beverly’s sweat-soaked skin in her mouth, her taste on Cindy’s tongue. More

Dave strained to look her in the eye as he told her he met someone. Someone better than her, even if he didn’t have the guts to say so. Bastard. Don’t leave me!

A myriad answers kept assaulting her, barely half had something to do with her questions. “Stop it!” the raven haired bundle of misery on the bed suddenly screamed.

Her brain wasn’t listening and kept on bombarding her. Someone else, however, did hear her. The sound of the door opening then slamming shut did what her own voice hadn’t been able to. Cindy’s mind froze as she heard the rapid footfalls of someone running away on the wooden boards of the porch. It could only be one person. “Bev.”

“No,” escaped her lips as she got up. Beverly couldn’t leave her, she couldn’t. ‘Bev’s my friend/mate/lover/best friend/roommate/slave/pet.’ Her mind started up again, threatening to burst as it spouted everything Beverly was, had been, or could be to Cindy.

Gritting her teeth Cindy gathered all of those disjointed fragments and squashed them together like she was making a snowball, which she then firmly pushed down so she could at last think again. “Bev’s Mine.”

Focused on her quarry, she didn’t pay any attention to the awkward construct of beliefs and feelings that now formed the foundation of her mental landscape. Didn’t notice how it unrolled like a carpet to cover the formless chaos, losing a few threads in the process which fluttered away and dissolved back into the void. And as it unrolled, it made a soft sound. “Mine.”

But her attention was on the figure that had now reached the trail through the woods that led to the parking lot. Beverly hadn’t heard her friend land or just knew better than to look back. It didn’t matter. Picking up a loping sprint, she started to close the distance between them.

Beverly couldn’t help but slow down when she was finally under the cover of the trees. She knew she wasn’t any safer there. But with the cabin out of sight it felt like that and she didn’t want to risk twisting her ankle now anyway. So she made her way to the parking lot with care, her eyes on the path and not looking back to see if her friend was following.

‘Oh God, Cindy, what happened?’ A hint of redness entered her cheeks as her thoughts went back to the bed in the cabin. Her best friend, she’d... A treacherous sliver of pleasure coiled in her stomach at the memory of Cindy’s insistent hands, her eager mouth.

“No, I’m not like that,” the blonde reminded herself readjusting the bag slung over her shoulder.

Waking up next to her best friend lying on what remained of her clothes had been surreal. Even before Cindy’s new appearance had registered. As soon as the situation had sunk in she’d snuck out of the bedroom, but hadn’t left the cabin. Instead, she’d taken the time to put something on and gather her belongings.

‘looking back, that might not have been my best idea. You got to face it, she’s not herself anymore. She’s, ah, something else.’

Leaves rustled and branches groaned overhead, but there was no wind to speak of. Beverly froze, looking up to see what had caused it. ‘A squirrel? A bird? Or?’ Heart pounding in her ears the blonde started to jog again, but taken a few steps when something big sailed out of the canopy and landed light-footed on the path before her.

Beverly came to a dead stop. She should be looking for a way to escape, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her. Cindy should have looked ridiculous; with her big breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips her friend now had the features of a stereotypical pornstar. The tail peeking out from behind her didn’t fit that image, but it commanded little attention right now.

Stretching out from her crouch, Cindy couldn’t looked any more alien than she did at this moment.Illuminated by the pale moonlight that was shining down through a break in the treeline her skin gave off an unearthly glow that almost obscured the pink of her aureoles and lips, both sets of them. Her hair, all of which was on her head, was a startling contrast to her skin’s paleness. It drank in the light as if it was the portal to some dark dimension.

And then there were her eyes, which most definitely were glowing with some inner light. Two blue gems shining with more than intelligence and both of them were zeroed in on Beverly.

“Cindy! Hey,” the blonde started as she took a step back while shooting her friend a forced smile. “I’m sorry about leaving like this, but I gotta go. I’d thought about leaving a message but I really need to go. There’s an emergency, at work,” Beverly continued to babble walking backwards as she did so. She couldn’t help but wince at what she was saying. It sounded lame even to her.

Of course it did her no good, Cindy stalked forward on her tiptoes matching her step by step.

“Cindy, you’re scaring me.”

Cindy just blinked. “Don’t be, I’m not going to hurt you.” Her tongue darted out to wet her smiling lips. “I just can’t let you leave me.”

Shrugging the strap of her shoulder Beverly weighed the bag, wondering how much use it would be as a weapon. Would it buy her the time she’d need to get past Cindy and reach the car? “Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” her friend said with disturbing intensity.

The blonde stopped and took a deep breath, readying herself for a fight. “Exactly, I’m your friend. I, I don’t know what that thing did to you but you need help, Cindy. And I could get it.”

Her friend reared back at that. “Help? I’m reborn, Bev. I feel better than I’ve ever done, and I can see...” Her eyes roamed Beverly’s form. “So much. I see you, all of you. Why would I want that to stop?”

She sounded genuinely curious and a wild hope surged in Beverly’s chest. ‘Maybe I can talk my way out of this.’ Fighting was a dicey option, Cindy had been about as fit as Beverly before. Now, her friend was sporting some serious muscles and she simply looked powerful.

“Just look at yourself. Your eyes, your skin, those ridiculous breasts. You’ve got a freaking tail Cindy!”

“What’s your point?” Her hands glided down her sides, taking a short detour at her breasts to tweak her nipples. “I look fuckable. Terribly beautiful. You can’t stop looking at me.”

Beverly’s eyes snapped up. Now her own face felt like it was glowing. “I-I-I... that’s not true Cindy! You have to see that something happened to you. You don’t just look different, you’re not acting like yourself either Cindy!” That’s it, just repeat her name. Remind her of who she is.

“Cindy?” She tilted her head in puzzlement. “You keep calling me that but, it doesn’t sound right. I told you, I’m reborn.” Her friend took a step towards her. “I’m not the old Cindy you knew, I’m... I’m more now. Call me, call me,” teeth gleamed in the dark, “Call me Cin.”

“Cin?” She just repeated as a hollow pit opened up in her stomach. ‘She’s gone, she’s really gone. My best friend’s gone and this thing took her place.’ Tears burned in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry, Cindy. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything.’ Her hand tightened around the shoulder strap.

Cin watched as jagged pieces of emotional debris tore at her friend’s essence, carving ugly edges into her beauty. And she was pulling away, not just physically but emotionally as well. It wasn’t right, Cin wanted it to stop.

Her own essence answered the need as it concentrated into her eyes, growing dense before it began to hum with power. The next thing she knew a tingle spread across the orbs. They seemed to be twisting and pulsing too, changing. There was no mirror to tell her what was happening, but instinct told her this would help.

Beverly noticed something too, her eyes growing wide at seeing whatever it was she was seeing. They caught the light of the moon, and something else. Another light source, blue, flickering to life in the blonde’s pupils as some of that light spilled over on to her eyelids.

Cin watched mesmerized as the glow of her own essence illuminated Beverly’s. Pouring over it like oil over troubled water, calming it. Giving all those bad emotions the time to drift gently down to the bottom. Where they could be forgotten.

A startled sound escaped the blonde as she too noticed what was happening. Her eyes fluttered as Beverly tried to close them, but she couldn’t. Her head twitched in an attempt to look away, but she wouldn’t. And all the while the fear sank away, leaving her calm and beautiful.

Her body slumped, the bag falling from a hand that no longer had the strength to hold it. The thump of it hitting the packed dirt of the trail didn’t register on Beverly. She just kept staring into Cin’s essence as she stared into Bev’s.

It wasn’t the intense resplendence of an orgasm, but a more lasting one like a well tended garden. Her breathing even and languid like a gentle summer’s breeze.

“This is so much better this way,” Cin cooed. “You feel better this way.” There might have been a minute nod or shake on Beverly’s part, but her essence remained placid and undisturbed.

Beverly was hers. Cin’s breathing sped up as the realization settled in, temptation beckoned with glazed eyes. She was already beautiful, looking like this, but Cin wondered if she could get more. How far could she push Bev? ‘Only one way to find out,’ an impish thought supplied.

Her labia slicked at the thought, the image. Her essence sang out. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’

“Undress,” Cin breathed.

She couldn’t see everything, as she needed to keep her eyes trained on Beverly’s, but from her peripheral vision she noticed the blonde’s arms rise shakily. It was a reflection of something Cin could see very clearly.

Her friend’s essence rippled, defiance riding a wave of embarrassment that ruined the delicate beauty Cin had just instilled in her. Bev’s hands balled into fists, eyes sharpened underneath eyelids that were slowly closing.

“Fuck!” Cin hissed. It was a curse, but its vehemence was heartfelt and the ethereal connection between her and Beverly wasn’t severed yet. The light pulsed, setting off its own ripples in her friend’s mind. Two waves met and settled down, leaving undisturbed obedience behind.

The defiance melted away underneath Cin’s gaze like snow in the Sahara. Beverly mewled once as her jaw went slack, then her hands shot to her shirt and tore it away.

There was no bra to stop Bev’s hands from roughly kneading her tits while lust blazed within her. ‘She took that as an order,’ Cin surmized. The blonde’s hands didn’t stay for long, reaching down and out of sight leaving angry, red marks behind.

She couldn’t see, but heard the zipper followed by the sound of jeans sliding over skin. Beverly didn’t bother to kick her pants away and left them pooled around her ankles while her left hand returned to mauling her boob. The other hand entered her without ceremony or foreplay, pain arcing across her essence annihilating the budding stream of arousal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” her friend grunted the chant as she speared herself over and over while pain continued to mar her beauty.

Cin hissed. ‘This isn’t right.’ There was no illuminating beauty igniting like a star, just hunger and jagged lightning tearing into her friend’s peace.

‘And I can barely see anything anyway. It just doesn’t give the same thrill if I can’t see her body too, taste her,’ she reminisced. ‘Hmmm, that might work.’

“Stop, hold out your hands in front of you with your wrists crossed.” Beverly complied without protest, her pupils impossibly dilated trying to drink in more of the light. The lust cooled, but the pain did not go away as easily. It remained behind, upsetting the order Cin had tried to instill. “Good. Now look deep into my eyes and remember what happened this afternoon when you laid naked on the bed. Relive it,” the hybrid breathed.

The response was satisfactory quick and apparent, lust clouding Beverly’s eyes and brightening her essence. Her body remembered now, the sensation of Cin’s skin sliding over hers. A long tongue tracing a spiraling path up her breast, playfully flicking the nub crowning the top. Blood rushed through the blonde’s body.

With Bev’s mind occupied like that, Cin took her chance. Darting forward, she broke eye-contact to crouch before her friend. At the same time her tail looped around Beverly’s wrists to restrain her while Cin rested her own hands on the woman’s hips.

Up close, her failure was obvious. The flesh raw from Beverly’s mindless attempt to obey a single word Cin had uttered in frustration. Above her, Beverly was coming back to the present. “Cindy? What...?”

That was as far as she got before Cin interrupted her. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it better.” Not giving her a chance to respond Cin extended her tongue to catch the first drops of Bev’s rekindled arousal.

“Ooooh!” her friend sang above her, fanning Cin’s own flames. “Cindy-Cin,” she corrected herself, “please, I’m not, ah, ah, uhhh—” The raven haired seductress paid no attention to her friend’s words. She kept to her task, laving the blonde’s pussy with attention while her fingers softly caressed Bev’s firm buttocks.

Bev’s hips jerked ever so slightly forward, her hands tangled themselves in Cin’s long hair. They reflected her friend’s conflict on what she wanted. Pulling her away, grabbing firmer, pressing her head closer.

Pleasure seeped down onto her tongue, inviting her in. It wasn’t thick, so the supple organ easily slid through the lubricated entrance. Her taste flooded Cin as she curled her tongue inwards, stroking Bev in places no human could have reached.

With an inarticulate sound of ecstasy her friend’s legs gave out and she collapsed backwards. Cin managed to catch her fall using her hands and tail, letting the blonde land safely on the packed soil without breaking off her ministrations.

Beverly didn’t notice, her hands now firmly pressing Cin’s head into her. Moaning without a care who might hear her, bucking lewdly on the impossibly long tongue.

The soft thatch of fur topping the blonde’s pussy tickled Cin’s nose. Her boobs were digging into the ground, her nipples scraping over dirt and twigs sending signals of pleasure and pain to the hybrid’s brain.

The sounds and scents of sex filled the air.

‘We’re rutting in the forest, like animals. Dirty, horny animals.’ The thought was as delicious as Beverly. Cin’s essence blazed with climax, shared unashamed with the blonde her mouth was still firmly attached too. Her upper lip flicked Bev’s clit.

“Yesssss!” her friend cried out as her juices wetted Cin’s lips. Her hips lifted off the ground while her hands hit the dirt, clawed at it as she kept her balance. Her firm thighs closed around the raven haired’s head.

“Cin—!”

Bliss erupted from Bev, Cin could sense the blonde’s orgasm illuminate her essence even with her eyes closed. She extracted her tongue, but continued to nuzzle her friend’s pussy as the thighs trapping Cin there relaxed again.

For a few drawn out moments more, there was only this.

But all too soon, the future intruded. ‘She’ll come down soon,’ Cin considered as she brushed her lips over Bev’s outer lips eliciting a delighted murmur from her friend. ‘This isn’t a solution. Beverly will try to leave again as soon as her head clears and then...’ She saw it now. Even if she carried her friend back to the cabin now, guarded her night and day, they couldn’t stay here. They’d have to go back to their lives. The chances for Beverly to leave were too many too count.

‘I’m going to lose her.’

‘No!’ rang through her soul. ‘She’s Mine!’ Bev needed to stay, with her. There had to be a way.

‘And... there is,’ it came to her. Her creator had intended her to be more than an anchor. She was supposed to be his tool too, one that could make other tools. And that capability, that instinct, was still there.

Something stiff and sharp started to poke out from her tongue, the solution to her problem. Backing off a little Cin held out her tongue to see what was going on and watched as a stinger of white bone emerge from just under its tip. Like before with her eyes, Cin could feel her essence accumulate into it.

A sudden movement drew her attention back to Beverly, who was looking back at her. Cin could see it in her eyes, she was about to run again. She didn’t say a word, but struck. Bev yelped and pushed herself away from her friend but the stinger had already deposited its load. The deed was done.

The blonde continued to scramble backwards, but Cin remained where she was and watched fascinated as the poison spread from where she’d hit Beverly. Just above her pussy, it had felt appropriate. ‘But it’s not poison, it’s-it’s... a seed. Yes, that’s the word. A little piece of me, growing inside of her. And all those fine, silvery hairs spreading out are roots.’

And the reason Cin could see the seed through skin and flesh was that it wasn’t actually a real thing. Like herself, the seed fell between two worlds occupying a place that was neither physical nor mental. Its effects, however, were felt in both realms.

Beverly couldn’t see the seed, only the small puncture wound Cin’s stinger had left behind. But she could feel it. Feel icy threads burn their way through her body, entangling her spine as they went up. Dirt clung to her profusely sweating body as she lay there helpless, sapped of her strength by whatever poison her friend had injected her with.

All she could do was stare up at the trees and the stars peeking through, waiting, shivering, feeling. “Cindy, please... What did you do? What’s happening?” No answer came, the forest remained quiet while the invasion continued.

As Bev laid there, she started to notice something. The threads hummed. At first it was faint, easily drowned out by her own frantic heartbeat. But as the threads grew, so did the sound. From a faint buzz it swelled to a murmur, distracting Beverly from the threads encroaching on her chest.

Her attention turned inward, her predicament forgotten in her fascination for the sound. ‘It’s not just noise,’ Bev decided listening intently. ‘There’s rhythm there. But it’s so hard to make out, I need more.’

As if responding to her desire, the threads went through a growth spurt reaching her neck in half the time it should have taken them. If they were still cold, the blonde didn’t notice it. The hum, now spreading outward into her own cells, consumed her senses.

Beverly’s eyes fluttered. “Hmmmm,” she hummed along. “Ooooh.” There was a definitely a melody there. She didn’t just hear it, she felt it. Her whole body sang it now, from the steady beat of her heart to the buzz of her clit. And still, it felt like there was more. That she wasn’t hearing everything. And she wanted to, she had to.

She didn’t notice the threads reaching her brains, all she heard now was the song as Bev finally realized there were words too. Not words you could speak, that you could wrap your tongue or mind around. But words they were, beautiful words that brought tears to her eyes.

They made her forget her worries, her fears. They paled next to the Song, she paled. Compared to the words, what were her own thoughts but irritating interruptions of the Song? ‘Nothing.’

So she quieted her mind, emptied it to make more room for the Song.

Her eyes rolled up as she gurgled happily. She was an empty vessel for the Song, filled with it from head to toe. And under the light of the Song, truth blossomed

‘Cin’s.’ The Song said it, and the Song was her. ‘Cin’s.’ Think it, believe it. ‘I am Cin’s.’ Heat shot up and down her spine, igniting fireworks in her pussy and her head. Her body started to listen to her again so Cin’s could do what she wanted to do. Her hands slid over her skin, spreading moist earth over her tummy, her flanks, and then her breasts.

She was getting dirty, but that was good too. Cin would like it, Cin’s was sure. So Cin’s showed Her how hot and dirty she was for Cin, spreading her legs, pulling them apart. Cool air kissed her melting pussy.

The Song approved.

“Beverly,” a wondrous voice sang out. It reminded her of something. A lesser truth. She was Cin’s and she was Beverly. The Song receded to the back of her mind, leaving it clear enough to hear the source. “Tell me,” She compelled after Beverly made eye-contact with Her.

“Cin’s,” Beverly cooed. ‘Cin’s,’ her body hummed in tune.

The warm approval in Her eyes laved her. Beverly sank back into the Song.

Turning her head up into the spray, Cin felt the water droplets land on her face making her sensitive lips tingle. The water gathered into shallow streams that cascaded down her body. They caressed her voluminous tits, slid over her flat tummy, before they mingled with her juices. And Beverly was eagerly lapping up the mixture.

Unable to resist temptation, Cin looked down to watch her friend at work. The delight Bev took in her task was obvious. Her eyes, her essence, shone brilliantly with it. The hand busily at work between the blonde’s own legs was a nice indicator as well.

‘I bet she won’t mind an extra “hand”,’ came the impish thought. Not bothering to warn her, Cin elongated her tail a tad while rolling up the tip so it would fit easier.

She first gave her Mark the slightest of caresses, Bev’s eyes rolling up as bliss rolled from the silver symbol in waves. It marked the spot where Cin had stung her back in the woods. At some point between that and their return to the cabin some of her essence had leaked out to form a silver symbol in Bev’s skin.

Cin recognized the language as being from the other place. A simplified glyph that roughly translated as “Mine”. ‘And she is,’ came the happy thought.

Her tail crept further down, slipping past Bev’s fingers to slide into her slick sex with little resistance.

The raven haired hybrid felt Bev’s muscles contract around her tail, pulling it deeper. Her friend’s eyes glazed over as the tail’s arrowhead-shaped tip uncurled inside her, gently stroking her in time with the blonde’s tongue.

Twisting her nipples, Cin orgasmed and tugged Beverly over the edge with her. “Ah, fuck! Yes!” The blonde’s cries were just as loud, but muffled by Cin’s sex.

Breathing heavily, Cin slowly extracted her tail. ‘Hmmm, what about another round?’ Beverly shivered, still kneeling on the tiles looking up into her eyes. ‘On second thought, better not. The water’s cold, and while I’m not affected Beverly is.’

“That was great, Bev.” Her friend beamed at that, her right hand tentatively slid up Cin’s thigh in a silent invitation. Cin shook her head. “No, I think we should get you dried off and warmed up. So stand up and get us some towels,” she ordered as her tail turned off the water.

“Thanks,” the blonde said before rising up and stepping out of the shower to get them those towels. “And I’m not talking about shutting off the cold shower,” her friend told her as Cin followed her out. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be on my way home right now instead of here.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“And I am,” Bev confirmed holding up a towel that she proceeded to use on Cin. “I’m happy, satisfied, and already hot for you again.” Her breath hitched at that, the towel continuing to rub Cin’s butt even after it was dry. “You turned me into a total lesbo,” she breathed. The blonde sounded eager.

Taking Bev’s hands in her own, she pulled them around so that the towel now covered her stomach. The rest of her friend closed what little distance had been between them, her soft tits pressing against Cin’s back while her hot pussy undid the work Bev had done drying that spot off.

“You’ll find that your preference is a lot more specific than that,” Cin whispered looking in the mirror to meet her friend’s gaze. Her hands led Bev’s up her body, the soft towel rubbing the hard nubs capping her breasts. “This is what you want.”

“Yes,” Bev agreed wholeheartedly. Her eyes roamed over Cin’s form while her hands slowly dried off the hybrid’s impressive assets. Beverly’s head started to dip so she could nuzzle her back when a frown stopped her. “Uhm, Cin, what about when we go home. People will notice you... and what about me, I live in another part of town. There might be days where I won’t see you!”

Genuine panic grated at Cin’s senses, apparently too much for her seed to sooth. So she gave it a hand. “Shhh, it’s alright.” She patted her friend’s thigh. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Looking herself over in the mirror, she had to admit Beverly had a point. ‘I can’t go to the supermarket or my job looking like this. I need to look more like my old self.’ Once again, her body responded to her desire. Cin saw and felt it ripple, her tail wounding itself around her left leg before melting into it.

Her chest deflated, though her breasts were still more substantial than they’d been a few days ago, and her heels lowered themselves to the floor. Her feet, sporting five toes again, felt more comfortable that way.

Looking back from the mirror was a human woman with long, pitch-black hair, the only thing left over from her true form. The rest looked like an idealized version of Cinderella Mason, but a recognizable one. “See,” she told Bev after turning around, “problem solved. And as for you,” Cin went on with her hands taking a firm hold of the blonde’s butt. “You aren’t leaving me,” the raven-haired woman promised before sealing it with a hungry kiss. “You’re mine,” Cin whispered.