Look Out For Yourself
Lasting in the Jinn World
Content warning: non-consensual hypnosis and coils from a snake
You back up against the tree on the branch you planned to settle on for the night. The panther you hadn’t noticed until it stood an arm’s reach away stared at you, brows furrowed in what you might have thought was frustration if you didn’t assume it’s just sizing you up for a meal.
Oh, yes, great idea you had to camp out in the jungle alone. Prove to your friends you didn’t need their help, that you could look out for yourself. Now you were staring at the teeth of a hungry jungle cat. Of course cats can climb trees. Why did you think it was safe up there?
Your heart jumps as the panther seems ready to strike, but you blink as it seems to sigh instead.
“Why do you humans always insist on coming out here?” the panther asks. “The jungle is dangerous! That’s why you built villages!”
“What?”
And that’s how you met Bagheera, a friendly panther who nevertheless is very tired of humans wandering into the jungle for some reason or another. Says he’s escorted a fair share of humans back to the nearest village and has never fathomed why they seem insistent on getting lost in the jungle. Still, he won’t turn on someone in need, and as he settles down to sleep on the branch says he would keep you safe and lead you to the village in the morning.
You tried to explain that you’d entered the jungle to prove you didn’t need help and you would stay out there as long as it took to prove it, but Bagheera just scoffs.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m sure there are much safer ways to prove that. This jungle is far too dangerous for a human. Why, there’s peril at every turn, even for me. It’s only my sharp senses that keep me safe.”
With that said he yawns and stretches onto the branch to sleep. You’re insistent that you’re capable enough to survive on your own out there, though.
“I’m not afraid,” you say. The back of your mind points out that you had in fact been terribly afraid moments ago when you encountered Bagheera, but you ignore that. “I’ve done thorough research.” Again, you apparently didn’t research the fact that cats can climb trees, but you continue ahead. “I know all about the jungle’s dangers, I can look out for—”
A rustling in the leaves above draws your attention up and you lose your train of thought. A grinning snake lowers from the leaves, watching you with pulsing eyes, a sea of green stealing your attention. A soothing sea green, an attracting light green, and a numbing dark green flows over the snake’s eyes in rings and you find yourself staring intently, deeply.
“My . . . myself . . . I . . .” You mumble as your thoughts derail. A warning wells in your mind that your research suggested it dangerous to look into a snake’s eyes, but the colors look so fascinating you want to stare—just for a little bit, at least, it can’t be too dangerous to just steal a glance.
“Oh, no,” Bagheera grumbles, “I’m not going to argue anymore tonight. Please, just go to sleep, human.”
“Yesss,” the snake hisses, slithering closer to give you a deeper look into her eyes. You instinctively back away as she moves closer, but she rises and you lean forward to stare closer. “Please, go to sleep, please, go to sleep.”
The snake sways before you, and you follow, side to side and in circles, gaze locked to her grinning eyes. You know you wanted to look out for yourself—that’s why you came to the jungle, wasn’t it?—was it? You feel so relaxed, a pleasant tingle shimmers through your eyes and into your mind, maybe what you really wanted was to find this snake to stare at. Just a little longer, at least, surely it’s still safe to enjoy these beautiful colors filling your vision, filling your mind.
These thoughts pass through your head as your wide eyes fill with colors, pupils shrinking as your eyes mirror the snake’s dazzling display. Green rings pass through your eyes, obscuring your vision and blurring the jungle, bringing only the swaying snake into focus as her soft words tickle your ears and swirl into your mind.
“Sleep little human,” she sings, circling her head to drag your gaze around and tire you faster. Her words sink into your mind and block your thoughts. “Ressst in peace.”
Sleep, sleep, sleep—this command fills your head as your mind slows. You find it hard to think, every thought preempted with the impulse to sleep. It is late, the evening has grown long, the evening has grown dark, you agree with the tumble of thoughts in your head that you should go to sleep.
You feel scales curl over your legs and around your hips, and long muscles squeeze around you as the snake wraps you up. A distant memory says it’s dangerous to continue to stare, and it’s certainly dangerous to let the snake wrap her coils around you, but you feel so sleepy, so dizzy, your eyes droop and all you want to do right now is go to sleep.
Maybe you’ll start looking out for yourself tomorrow. Right now, just relax and drift into a deep slumber. As the snake coils and binds your arms close and massages your back you begin to rationalize that it’s okay to keep staring.
It may not be any less dangerous, but that doesn’t matter.
The heavy coils drag your body and mind down, but that’s fine. You don’t need to think, you don’t need to move.
You aren’t looking out for yourself until tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter if you do something dangerous, like let a snake wrap you up tight and hypnotize you. Someone else can take care of it. You don’t need to worry about it. You don’t need to think about it. It’s someone else’s problem, you can just relax and enjoy the heavy hug squeezing around your chest and kneading your arms into jelly.
“Sleep,” the snake says, dragging your muddled head up and down, side to side, wearing your mind into senselessness. With each sway she grows closer, filling your gaze with her friendly grin and enchanting eyes.
“Sleep,” she hisses, printing the word on your mind, pressing you into mindless slumber as she presses your body into her coils, shoulders massaged by her squeezing scales, legs and arms squashed by her heavy tail slithering around you, scales massaging along your skin in constant swirling motion.
A tiny thought speaks of danger, but you ignore it. You’re not going to look out for yourself anymore, not until— The snake squeezes her tail around your neck, and you gulp, thoughts dissolving as she presses her will and coils against you. You’re not going to look out for yourself anymore, as you lose the very concept of a tomorrow from your mind. No more tomorrow, only the now, only the snake, only the coils, only her eyes, only sleep. No need to think, no need to plan, no need to look out for yourself.
The snake’s hypnotic spell snuffs out that last tiny thought, and you grin wide as her hypnotic colors flow through your eyes, pulse through your mind, all concept of danger lost to you. All that matters, all you want to feel, is the snake’s enchanting eyes and tight coils squeezing around your neck, over your shoulders, against your chest, down your arms, and gripping your legs.
You have no reason to look out for yourself. All you need is the snake’s wonderful embrace and beauty, and whatever she might have planned for you.
Content warning: non-consensual jinn hypnosis, mind control, trickery, groping; also you’re put in the role of a character who doeSN’T RESPECT THEIR ELDERS???
You look out across the wispy landscape of sands and trailing vapor. You swear you can see a portal on the horizon. The sky is dim, its rainbow sun nearly set, but you’re certain you and the elder could make it to the portal before it’s too dark to see. You’d love to get out of that sand-infested world of the jinn. You’re certain any shortcut through it could be traversed in less than a day, but the elder chose caution.
It’s rare, she said, in that world of sand and smoke and wisps, to find something as solid as an outcrop of stone, let alone one with a nook under a cliff. As night falls the jinn become more brazen. The chance of encountering frisky one when out in the open is greater than hiding in a nook for the night.
For this reason, the elder tells you numerous times to climb off the outcrop and into the nook before a jinn catches sight of you. Yet you sit and stare at the portal you know is near, fuming.
Finally, you stand.
“You can stay here and get sand in your clothes all night, Elder,” you say, “but I’m getting back to our world where I can sleep on fresh grass, if not even find a real bed.”
The elder scoffs.
“Get down here before you hurt yourself. This is a dangerous place, and this is your first time here. You wouldn’t last an hour out there without someone experienced in this land to guide you.”
You glare down to where the elder’s voice comes from. You can’t see her, but you can imagine a mocking smiles. You step off the outcrop across the sand.
“I can look out for myself just fine,” you mutter. “I’ll shock that old pain by greeting her at the next village, far more rested than she’ll be.”
You scarcely take five steps when crimson smoke erupts around you. Smooth hands grab yours, skin as midnight blue as a black jaguar. A shapely form appears before you, a grinning face with long dark hair and eyes pulsing with light fuchsia and indigo backed by a darker, piercing burgundy.
“Now, now, your friend is right.” The jinn pulls you close, filling your gaze with her eyes as she presses you against her round breasts, much of them exposed save for a low-cut fiery top. “You wouldn’t last one hour out here.”
Your first instinct to pull away is muffled as you stare into her eyes, the colors swirling over your thoughts and trapping your attention. She hugs her strong arms around you and pins you against her as her smoke solidifies into wide hips. She twirls her silky crimson smoke around you.
“This land is very dangerous,” she says as she draws you deeper into her eyes and embrace. “At any time a sexy jinn could grab you and”—she twirls a hand over your back and grips your chin with her other—“hypnotize you into a mindlessly horny slave.”
Something about that statement sounds strange—familiar, somehow?—but your train of thought swirls around the jinn as she rubs her silky body against you. She curls her smoke in a tight embrace around your body and binds your arms and legs down. Your head fills with mist as the jinn’s smoke closes around you, her swaying head dragging your gaze in a circle, and you mindlessly gyrate your own body in response to the jinn’s movements, rubbing against her soft touch as she rubs you in all the right ways.
As the jinn’s silken tail wraps up your back she moves her fingers up your neck and behind your head, curling her fingers through your hair and pulling your head closer to her hypnotic eyes, the colors soaking your mind with enchanting bliss. She chuckles as she angles your chin in her hand to sneak a quick kiss, and her luscious lips leave you wanting more, sinking deeper into her grasp.
“But don’t worry, Gorgeous,” the jinn says. “I know this land, and I can be your guide.”
She sneaks another kiss as she presses closer around you, sneaking her silken smoke under your clothes to coat your skin. Your shoulders slump as she massages them with a new pair of hands. Her tail curls around your hips and between your legs, and she curls her hips around you and rubs her butt against yours.
“You’ll have to do something for me, first.” She chuckles as she pulls you closer to her lips. “You just have to let me hypnotize you into my mindlessly horny slave.”
With this command she kisses you deep on the lips, lingering as she subsumes you into her wispy embrace. Your mind fills with fog, the pulsing colors of her eyes drowning your thoughts. You grin wide and respond to the kiss with your own smooch, returning her love as she warps your mind out of your control. You sink under her power, no thoughts but her commands, mindless, empty, a willing slave to her lustful desire.
She strokes her hands and tail over your body, fondling you like a possession, while her hypnotic eyes stroke your mind. She surrounds you with smoke and warps you away into a private dimension, where she has all the fun with you she wants.
You won’t reach the village tonight, or tomorrow, but you still get to sleep on a bed, though perhaps not a real one.
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