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Play Time

Senpai watched Yodie roll the stool around by pushing it with her paws. She'd already emptied one of the bookshelves—half of its contents were strewn about the floor. He stood transfixed as the stool rolled toward his folded-up travel easel resting peacefully against the wall. The easel crashed onto the floor moments after the stool impacted its legs—to the glee of the puppy.

This is nuts. Senpai put down his brush. What should I do? He crossed his arms. How do you entertain a playful pooch? His eyes fell on a rubber ball, one of the objects he often painted before his specialty changed.

He picked up the ball. "Hey, Yodie."

She turned to him with happy eyes and wiggling hips. "Rowf."

"Let's play." He tossed the ball to the other side of the room.

Yoshie scampered to it on her hands and knees. Once on top of the squishy sphere, she opened wide, bit down, and carried it with her mouth. She scampered back to Senpai, opened wide, and dropped it in his extended hand.

"I'm not going to get much painting done if you're going to stay in character." He dropped on his knees and examined her eyes. They seemed glassy, content, and serene. "You're really hypnotized, aren't you?"

"Rowrf."

He took out his phone and moved his finger over the hypnotism app icon, then pulled it back. She's having such a good time. He tossed the ball to the other corner and pocketed his phone. Who am I kidding? I am too. He watched with wonder as the cute girl crawled off to retrieve the ball, her hips, bottom, and breasts swaying in the most benign, yet sexy manner.

This is unreal.

He was living a fantasy trope he'd run across so many times in his ero-mangas. A pretty girl gets hypnotized by a phone app. The stories in those mangas usually veered in a lewd direction pretty quickly. He resolved to avoid that outcome. Not that the opportunity to control a cute blonde-haired pet-girl didn't intrigue him. But he had a girlfriend now.

He also remembered the primary rule of hypnotism. You can't make a hypnotized person do something they wouldn't normally do in real life. Of course, that rule had its failings. He'd read about a hypnotist who tried demonstrating the rule to his college-aged audience. He asked a hypnotized student volunteer to remove her clothes on stage. She was down to her underwear before he managed to stop her. It turned out the girl earned money on the side as an erotic dancer and stripped in front of crowds regularly.

He felt confident Yoshi didn't dance on the side. She was merely pretending to be the girl version of Odie, a friendly, playful pup. What could possibly go wrong?

Yodie returned the ball to his hand with a pleased grin. Senpai imagined the tail sewn to the back of her skirt wagging. He took a seat on the sofa and tossed the ball to another part of the room. Yodie turned to retrieve it. She moved at a comfortable pace and often used her hands in an almost human way to simplify the retrieval process. When the ball rolled under a chair, she scooped it out with her hand.

So she's not totally a dog.

After she brought the ball back, he tried some commands. Let's see what she taught Odie.

"Sit."

Yodie kneeled in front of Senpai with her hands on her knees.

"Beg."

She raised her paws, rose to her toes, and spread her knees.

"Roll over."

Yodie laid on her side, rolled, and kneeled before him again.

"Play dead."

She curled up in the fetal position.

"You're doing really well." Senpai set the ball next to him on the couch.

After giving him a warm happy smile, she tilted her head and scratched her hair. "Grrrrr." She pushed the dog ears off of her head and rubbed her hair with her paw.

Senpai reached down, grabbed the ears, and set them next to the ball. He noticed that beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. "You're doing a lot of work." He wiped her forehead clean with a cloth.

Yodie smiled gratefully. Then she rubbed her glove-encased arms.

He ran his hand along the fabric. Polyester. Looks great, but super uncomfortable. No wonder. "Those things must be getting hot and itchy too." He helped her take off the gloves. Her arms glistened with sweat underneath. He expected another smile of gratitude, but got a growl.

"Grrrrr."

"What's wrong, Yodie?"

She rolled onto her back and put her legs in the air. Her skirt fell away, revealing her panties.

Instinct nudged Senpai to turn away from the view at first, but he decided against it. He was a professional now. To a pro, the view of Yoshie's panties would rouse about as much embarrassment as an overcoat. He'd seen—no, he regularly saw—so much more than that.

He helped her remove the knee socks. "Feel better?"

"Rowrf, rowrf." She wiggled her toes before returning to her knees.

Despite her outfit's lack of dog ears, paws, and knee socks, Yoshi still exuded a very healthy dog vibe. It must be the tail and collar.

"Well, Yodie, we need to decide what we're going to do next. I don't think I can get much painting done with you wanting to play all the time."

"Rowrf, rowrf." Yoshie scratched the fabric covering her breasts. "Grrrrr."

Senpai's phone rang. A call from Nagatoro. He put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Senpai," she said before he could talk. "Miss me yet?"

"Grrrrr."

"Hang on." Senpai covered his phone, ran into the supply room, and closed the door. He returned the phone to his ear. "I do."

"What was that sound?"

"Nothing."

"The bus ride was pretty uneventful. We're just getting unpacked. I would have called you sooner, but I was sitting next to Gamo. You know how that goes."

"I think I do."

"Are you drawing?"

"Painting, actually. Well, trying to paint but it's not going too well."

"It's not going too well because still-lifes are boring." In a whisper, she added, "Unless the still-life is your tied-up naked girlfriend."

"What was that?" Gamo asked in the background.

"Gotta go, Senpai. Kinda rushed. I'll talk to you later."

"Have fun," he said. The line went dead.

When he opened the supply room door, he half expected Yoshie to greet him.

"Yodie?"

He stepped into the main room and looked around.

"Yodie? Where are you?"

He returned to the couch. His heart skipped a beat when he saw what lay on the ground next to it—the remaining parts of Yoshi's costume, including her panties and bra.

"Oh, no."

He turned toward the clubroom door. It was wide open.

Author's Notes: Looks like I'm drifting to Fridays. I'll do my best to stay regular. By writing daily and eating a diet high in fiber lol. — S.K.