The OrbWitch's Spellbook

Autopilot

Mon, 20 Jan 2025 19:22:24 GMT

Content: A Navigator hypnotizes their Pilot [you] (at the Pilot's request).

Suggestion for the Pilot to feel empty, sensitive, full. Suggestion for the Pilot to touch, to cum. Sweet n gentle hypnotist.
Wake up included (in case you trance yourself reading and because they're nice). No gendered language.
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The Navigator knows you're tired, pilot. Knows it's a long way back to base. Knows you could could use the time to relax. Their voice is already in your ear, pilot. Already in your brain. At home and buried deep there. It's the way they slip from the cool, commanding professional "Pilot," to the soft, lilting tease of "~Pilot" that offers this game to you.

"Take it away, Nav."

"Right away, ~Pilot. Will you rest or may I play."

"Play. Please. I'm so worked up and haven't had a second to myself."

"Very well. Set all systems to autopilot. Your destination is locked in." You press all the buttons to turn off manual controls. Dim the lights. Sit back in your chair.   "I thought I said all systems." Your brain fuzzes with static.   "Oh yes, eager for it aren't you. Good. Won't you follow that urge for me out into the black?"   Stars streak by the view screen and you let each one be a thought leaving your mind.

Each.
Thought.
Every.
Star.
Out.
And away.
Out into the black.
Out into the blank.
Out into the-

"Drop."   You slump in your seat. Hard to think-
"Deeper." The sweet comfortable void. Easy breathing.
"That's it. Melt into my words. Follow them down into nothing. Let this voice hold you. Wrap around you. Push into you. Your mind so receptive to it already. Primed. Eager. Ready to let me in." And you are. You do. You let them in. Pick up the strings that control your body. It's their body now. What a relief.

"Doesn't it feel good to let me in? Are you nodding? Yeah. I know you are. It's only natural to nod along with me. Yeah. You feel good when you listen. You're very good at listening. You listen to me all day. So natural to listen to your Navigator. The one who guides you. I'll guide you. Down. Deep. Dropping. Down. Deeper down. Until there isn't a single thought left. They're all shooting stars passing you by. They're impossible to hold onto. You can have them back later. Promise. Be empty for me now. So empty. Just my voice pushing it all out until it's just you and me, and so much empty space to FILL."

Body wants that. Fill. Empty now.

"Aren't my words just the sweetest caress in your ear. The way they curl around you. Trail over you so soft. Brush your cheek. Brush your throat. I heard your breath hitch. That's good. Let it feel good. Let me touch. Won't you let your body ache in all the places you'd like to be touched. They ache the more you think about them. All the pleasure you could have there if only I would touch somewhere so sensitive." Goosebumps. Empty. Aching. Touch!

"But you just keep thinking about all the places I'm not touching. And how sensitive those places are. And how good it would be to touch those places. But I'm not touching. And they're sensitive. And it would feel so good if you would just touch yourself in those places. Your hands can't help it. You need to be touched the more you think about it. And you've been thinking about it so hard. Where to touch. Aren't your hands already there? Touching? You can touch. "

How do they know? You touch. Touch and touch. Feel good and touch. They encourage you. You feel warm. You feel your breath hitch. Gasp maybe. Moan definitely. They like it when you moan. You do it again.

"That's right. Let me hear how good you feel when your head is empty and full of lust. Longing. This touching isn't enough is it? No, you need more. You need to be filled. An empty vessel with one purpose: Feel. Feel me. Feel good. It comes in waves. The pleasure. Like when you inhale, the air filling you is pleasure. It spreads the deeper you breathe. And each wave is better than the last. Stronger. More pleasurable. And you'll keep breathing. It's only natural. You have to breathe. You have to feel good. And it's so easy to feel good when my voice PRESSES into you. SLIPS in through the cracks. Breathe!"

You breathe.
You have to.
You have to feel good.
It feels good to breathe.
To spread the pleasure.

"You're so pliable. The way you STRETCH for me when I PUSH in and out. When I FILL you with my voice. FILL your emptiness. The space you make for me. And I take up so much space. I FILL every space. You emptied yourself of thoughts for me. You let me IN. Feel how FULL you can be when I'm INSIDE your mind. And breathe, baby."

Every wave stronger than the last.
Nowhere for the pleasure to go.
Up.
Higher.
You have to breathe.
You have to.
Have to.

"What do waves do? They crash. They get higher and higher with every breath. Stronger and stronger with every breath. More and more pleasurable until they crash. And they will crash. They'll get so high that they'll crash all over you. I can hear you're close. Just breathe. You have to. You have to feel good. It feels good to be full of me and my voice. Feels good to spread that pleasure through every limb. To have it focus on all those spots you were aching. How they're so sensitive. When you touch them- and you do touch them- you can touch them. It feels better than it ever has. Just like breathing does. The waves that build up and flood you with pleasure. Build and flood. The drip of it down your whole body. Drip and be empty and let me fill and press and push and breathe and spread and build up. Higher. Higher. Higher. Flood. Drip. Higher. Waves. Pleasure. Building. Up. Up. Up!"

You're panting now. Waiting for permission.

>SNAP<

"Break. Crash. Cum."

You do.
You have to.
You shake.
You break apart.

The wave crashes and floods you and they're right there to scoop you up and help you float.

"Very well done. Won't you just float easy on the feelings? Let me put you back together with my sweet words. And words are just words aren't they. They don't have to be special anymore. They don't have to make you feel any type of way. You can just be here. You can just be you. In control of your body, and your mind whenever you want it back. No rush. I'll hold it til you're ready. The thoughts will even come back to you gently, one by one. Nice and organized. A fresh breeze of clarity to sweep over you and welcome you back to your mech. It's you and your body and your mind in your mech. You're on your way home to me. I'll be there every step of the way."

The smile in their voice is a steadying warmth. "I'll see you soon."

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Fri, 27 Sep 2024 01:44:22 GMT

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Cherry Live! was originally posted to Cohost (RIP) on July 1st, 2024

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Daily Special (snippet)

Sun, 15 Sep 2024 22:13:59 GMT

Daily Special is an erotic short story of about 7k words and is available in full on itch.io for a small offering of dollars. It was originally posted weekly on cohost (RIP). A full list of content notes is available on the itch page.

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“Tell me, baby girl, will you feed me tonight?” A growl as Mars ran her fangs over Janine’s ear. Janine shuddered and Orchid held her tighter, kissed her deeper, keeping her from answering let alone breathing for the moment. When the witch finally let her up for air, the wolf gasped and panted, her eyes glowing amber to show the beast within was excited.

“Yes, please yes. Mars-- Daddy, I’ll do anything. Just please bite me. Feed from me. Please!”

“Anything?” Orchid echoed.

“Yes!”

The witch grabbed Janine’s hands and used them to pull down the top of their dress to reveal their breasts, leaving her hands on their now bare skin.

“Then start apologizing,” Orchid said as Mars was marking the spot she wanted to bite with her tongue.

“Orchid, I’m sor--”

“Apologize with your body, hon,” the witch corrected, looking pointedly at Janine’s hands on their chest. The wolf flushed beet red from embarrassment and hesitantly started massaging the tender skin she’d been given, hyper-aware of Mars and her waiting fangs.

“Disappointing start, Jany. Maybe you don’t want to be fed on after all.”

Janine saw Orchid’s gaze shift past her shoulder and knew Mars was in on this now. Mars would wait until Orchid gave the go-ahead to sink her teeth in and give Janine what she wanted.

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Daily Special started posting weekly on Wednesday on Cohost (RIP) on July 10, 2024

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Mech Pilot who asks “faithful to what?”

Sun, 15 Sep 2024 22:05:43 GMT

CW: brainwashing, implied hypno

"Will you be faithful?"

The question hangs just a little too long. Ze has been in the field for years, answered this question every day. Today, ze doesn't know the answer.

"Faithful to what?"

Immediately there is movement. Hands grabbing zir too tight, pushing zir out of the line of pilots and away out of the hangar. Ze tries to protest but through the feedback ringing in zir head, there aren't even words to grasp onto.

There is a moment of quiet when ze ends up in a chair not unlike a pilot's chair, seatbelt and all. A familiar face appears before zir, a pleasant smile on her face. Commander is what ze calls her. She's the one who gives the orders, who checks in on zir well-being. She's understanding and warm, unlike most people on base.

"How are you, Candidate?"

There's an unshakable sense of déjà vu as ze sits here unable to move, looking at the Commander. Her presence is soothing. Ze's already relaxing so much.

"Uh, b-better now."

"Mmm that's right. The Commander takes care of her candidates, doesn't she?"

Ze nods automatically.

"Now it seems your programming is slipping, Candidate. We can't have that. We need your faith in the Institution. Good pilots have faith in the Institution."

Ze hears zir voice repeating her words. Zir conscious mind feeling betrayed, still asking 'Faithful to what? To WHAT?'.

"Good pilots have faith in their Commander."

The resistance gives a little. That feels more true. She continues. Ze's eyes close. Her words feel more and more true. It feels better and better to believe them.

When ze's eyes blink open, dazed, ze's back in zir bunk. Ze gets up and reports for duty. Ze stands in the line of pilots as one by one they are asked, "Are you faithful?"

And one by one they reply, "We are faithful to the Institution."

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This piece was originally published on Cohost (RIP) on July 17, 2023

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Mech Pilot who donated their replica cockpit to the local museum

Sun, 15 Sep 2024 21:34:00 GMT

Even 50 years later, folks from all over would line up to see it. The place where Lark Omen won the war. And the place where Lark Omen died. She'd donated the replica a few months before the final battle. Maybe she knew how everything would shake out, or maybe she just wanted to show off how goddamn cool her mech had been.

Blue and their family had travelled far for a glimpse the Daybreaker and anything Lark Omen might have touched. The group arrived just as the museum was closing and it was the pleading look on young Blue's face that made the caretaker let them in against zir better judgment.

"Five minutes."

For all ten years of Blue's life they had heard nothing but fantastic tales of Lark and the Daybreaker ending the conflict for good. They wanted to be just like her. They had the posters, the replica uniform, and now they were here standing outside the Daybreaker's (replica) cockpit, hands shaking.

Their parents were talking quietly with the caretaker. Blue was alone. Or so they thought.

The kid slipped past the stanchions and sat in Lark's seat. They put their hands on the controls, giddy. This is what it could feel like to be a galactic hero.

"Lark Omen here, ready to fly."

It was a cool airy voice. Unmistakably Lark's. There were so many vids of their speeches available on the network. Blue whipped around. No one there.

"H-hello?"

Silence. Part of the exhibit? Blue went back to playing pilot. Making weapon noises. Talking on fake comms. This was the best day ever. Worth the awful trek here in a tiny ship crammed with travellers. They could be the next Lark Omen should another war ever come.

Some of the buttons under Blue's fingers lit up and they froze. The viewscreen flickered to life. In it was a reflection that wasn't quite Lark and not quite Blue. They gasped and leaned closer. The reflected face titled its head curiously as text started appearing.

hello pilot
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.
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the war is never truly over
.
.
do not let them lie to you
.
remember me
ask questions
daybreaker brings light,

"Blue! Time to go!"

They looked back out to the museum towards their parent's voice, then back to the screen. It was off. No lights. No reflection. Just metal and wires and screens. Blinking didn't bring the messages back. Neither did tapping, clicking, or asking. They scrambled out.

As the family made their way back towards the doors, Blue looked back one more time. A shadow stood beside the cockpit, person shaped and unmoving. Blue blinked. It was gone, replaced with a chill down the kid's spine and the phrase "bring the day" echoing in their mind.

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This piece was originally posted to Cohost (RIP) on July 05, 2023

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Maybe we'll use this site??

Thu, 12 Sep 2024 14:07:37 GMT

Maybe my cohost writing will live here!! I'll check it out :)

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