Tag: pup

hyphyphurray:

I was okay with being a long-term
planner. I could be a very patient guy when it suited my interests.
And now, after over a month of work, I’m ready to finally get even
with my jerk of a jock roommate, Jake.

See, after months of putting up with
Jake’s crap, my friend Zach was tired of listening to me complain. He
said it had gotten to the point where it was all I talked about, so
he offered a solution. Zach’s a brilliant behavioral scientist,
working on all kinds of weird projects. After one of my epic rants,
he opened up his backpack and took out a CD, which he thrust into my
hands.

“Here, John,” he said. “Play this
music around your apartment when you’re both around as much as you
can for a month or so. It’s laced with subliminal messages that will
implant a hypnotic trigger. Four or five weeks from now, I’ll never
have to hear you complain about Jake ever again.”

So, I went to work, blasting it
whenever we were both home. Now it’s been five weeks, and I’m ready
to put it to the test.

“You’re not sick of that damn CD
yet?” Jake groaned, poking his head into our living room. He had
just finished off one of his daily workouts in his room, and was
strutting about shirtless like he always did.

“You know what?” I said. “I think
maybe we have listened to it
enough.”

I
grinned and turned to him.

“Sleepy
time for you, Jake,” I said, ready to watch him slump down and go
slack-jawed. But Jake just stood there.  

Why
wasn’t it working? Why wasn’t he tranced? I mean, he was even
smiling! And why did I feel so… relaxed? And so… weak?

“There
you go, John,” Jake said, soothingly. “Just relax.”

I
slumped down onto the couch as Jake walked over to me.

“Looks
like it’s sleepy time for you, John,” Jake grinned.

I
felt all tension seeping out of my body, my shoulders pressing into
the couch.

“You
see,” Jake said, quietly. “Zach was tired of hearing you complain
all the time. So he decided that maybe you shouldn’t be so upset.
Maybe you should relax more, be happier.”

I
gave a tired half-smile. That sounded nice.

“So
he implanted a few triggers in that CD, just for you.”

Jake
was standing over me now.

“And
what’s happier than a Good Pup?”

My
mind melted away and a wave of euphoria washed over me as I slid to
all fours on the floor.

“There’s
my boy,” Jake cooed down at me. “There’s my good boy.”

I
looked up at Master and barked. He took out his phone and started
talking into it, the words barely registering with me as I sat at his
feet.

“Yeah,
Zach?” Master said. “You won’t be hearing any more complaints
from our good friend, John… Or as I think I’ll call him, Max.”

Master
smiled at me and scratched my ear. I sniffed in his strong Alpha
scent as he reached down.

“Good
boy.”

I was
in bliss.