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Responsibility
Senpai laid atop his bed with his fingers intertwined behind his head, his focus on the ceiling. He'd tried falling asleep for the last two hours but didn't have any luck. He couldn't get Yoshi out of his head.
Will she be okay?
He rolled onto his side.
There 's a 99% chance she'll be fine. She'll sleep it off and won't remember anything in the morning.
He left her all alone in her house. What would happen if the 1% probability came through? He tried like crazy to un-hypnotize the girl before bolting, but nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried, she remained Yodie. One good night's sleep probably wouldn't fix that.
Would she sleep at all? Sure, he left her in the bed, but what would a dog do if her master ran off and left her under the covers like that?
Damn it.
Ditching her was wrong. She was his responsibility now, and he needed to own it.
But nothing works.
On a few occasions, he did manage to get through to her.
What 's up with the portal?
Teasing Yodie's bottom—specifically, her anus—prompted a change that made her more alert, as if he were reaching the human girl lurking deep inside that furry coat.
Furry coat, my ass. We 're dealing with the smooth, soft skin of an incredibly sexy package.
A package he was professionally familiar with of course.
What is it with you and this professionalism bullshit? The girl is smoking hot!
Not that his girlfriend didn't smoke hotter. She did, of course. What was Nagatoro up to in Osaka at—he glanced at the clock—11:30 PM? Probably partying and having fun.
He checked his phone. No new messages or missed calls.
I 'm not falling asleep, so I may as well be productive.
He put down his phone, turned on his PC, and researched some topics. His efforts didn't reveal any useful information on hypnotism.
What 's up with that anal thing?
He came across an article about Sigmund Freud and his theories regarding the Anal Stage of child development. The article was interesting and informative, but didn't seem to apply.
He pictured Yoshi happily wiggling her hips.
Maybe it 's the tail?
He learned that dogs' tails were very sensitive. Experts linked this sensitivity to the proximity of the tail to the anus. That made a little more sense, but still seemed to miss the mark.
Did puppy Yodie act strangely because she lacked a tail? Did Yoshi's full nudity mess things up?
He doubted it. She didn't seem to miss her ears. Her pigtails looked super cute and puppy-like on her, especially while begging.
Wide smile, paws up, knees spread, wiggling hips and jiggling breasts …
He slapped himself.
Get a grip.
He turned off his PC and returned to bed.
Senpai slept fitfully, if he slept at all. The little REM sleep he got flooded his psyche with lewd dreams unbecoming for a professional. The clock read 5:03 AM when he finally gave up.
I need to check on Yoshi.
Feelings of foreboding twisted his stomach in knots. He looked out the window. The rain had subsided down to a drizzle. What could he bring to snap her out of her trance? She might be fine when he arrived. She might even resent a surprise visit. He didn't care.
The tail concept stuck in his head. Anal stimulation provided the only useful tool for piercing the trance, albeit only partially.
Maybe giving her a tail would help.
He actually owned a cosplay tail. The cat outfit Toshi sent him came with a ton of accessories, including a cat tail—one that didn't attach via glue or velcro. It used a butt plug. Though kinky as hell, it seemed the right thing to bring.
He pulled the gift box out his closet. It contained several items he'd used to toy with Nagatoro, including a vibrator, a ball gag, a blindfold, and a tickling feather, as well as her leash, collar, and cuffs. It also contained a paddle, a riding crop, nipple clamps, and needle roller—toys he'd never use on his girlfriend. No matter how kinky their relationship got, he resolved to never inflict pain on her, or anyone, even if they wanted it.
What might I need? Whatever…
He dumped the entire contents of the box into his bag. After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, he left a note for his parents stating, "I'm out getting some exercise." Then he donned his rain poncho, pulled his bag over his shoulder, and dashed out the door.
He arrived at Yoshi's house at 5:35 AM, sweaty under the plastic. He rang the doorbell several times, then knocked, but got no response, not even a bark.
Here goes nothing.
He fished the house key out of his pocket, entered, and stood silently in the foyer. He strained to hear something, but his ears registered only silence.
He called out, "Yoshi. Are you home?"
It 's not even six in the morning yet. She's probably still asleep. I'm such an idiot.
He set down his bag, took off his shoes, and hung his rain poncho on a hook before taking inventory of the first floor of her house. It had a nice living room, dining room, and kitchen. Everything neat and tidy. Nothing out of place.
A family portrait hung on the wall. Taken recently, it featured a smiling Yoshi sitting on a stool with Odie in her lap. Behind them, stood her father, a stocky, jovial man, and her mother, a serious, smaller woman who exuded the air of a drill sergeant.
Yikes. I'd hate to get on the wrong side of that woman.
He walked to the living room's sliding glass doors and gazed into the backyard, a well-maintained plot with a shed in the back. Despite the overcast sky and continuing drizzle, the grass glistened in the early morning light. His mind wandered.
She 's upstairs. Probably still in bed. Peacefully sleeping. Everything is fine. I can go home.
He clenched his fists.
I have to know for sure. If I leave now, I won 't be able to think about anything else.
He scaled the steps to Yoshi's bedroom, then gently rapped on her door.
"Yoshi, are you okay?" No response, although he imagined hearing a whine. He took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. "Yoshi?"
His jaw dropped as he witnessed the mess scattered before him. Books, clothes, and belongings littered the floor. A knocked-over chair and lamp, pillows and twisted bedsheets, figures, pencils, and pens—it looked like a hurricane had hit the place.
"Rowrf." A naked girl bolted toward him on all fours, knocked him to the ground, and licked his face. Her expression radiated joy. "Rowrf, rowrf." Her red face and wet cheeks also attested to hours of crying. At that moment, though, she looked like the happiest puppy on earth.
"Down girl." Senpai extended his arms. "Down." He extricated himself out from under the hypnotized beauty and sat with his back against her bed.
She crawled toward him, curled up on the floor, and rested her cheek on his lap.
He rubbed her head. "How have you been doing?"
She whined with a frown before mewing contentedly.
I guess Yodie doesn't like being left alone at night.
"Did you get any sleep?"
She licked his hand.
"I know. Blah-blah-blah." He ran his palm along her back and patted her bottom. "I know this isn't going to work, but I've got to try it." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, started the hypnotism app, and held it to her eyes.
"Please, Yoshi, turn back into a human again, okay?" He patted her head.
Captivated by the swirling pattern, she glanced at the phone for a few seconds, then curled up on top of him.
"I had to try." One hand cupped and squeezed her breasts while the other rubbed her bottom. "You know, you can't stay this way forever."
She nudged her nose into his package, sniffed, and smiled.
He shifted to his knees and scanned the room. "You made a colossal mess. Fortunately, it looks like nothing got broken." He pushed one of her pigtails behind her shoulder. "I was so worried about you, I had to rush back out. It sucks that you're still Yodie." He ran his hand along her thigh. "Well, sort of." He tapped her nose. "Speaking purely as a professional, you look amazing without clothes on." He glanced at her nightstand. "I need to check your phone."
He picked up her phone and looked for messages. No texts. One missed call from her mother. No voicemail. No important communications to deal with yet.
Yoshi scratched the door.
"You want out?"
"Rowrf." Scratch, scratch.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea. I think it may be better if you stayed in your room."
"Rowrf," she barked angrily. She wiggled her bottom with her legs clenched and one knee in front of the other.
"Oh, shit. You have to go, don't you?"
"Rowrf!" Scratch, scratch. Wiggle, wiggle.
"Okay." Senpai opened the door. He half expected her to get up and go to the bathroom, but instead, Yoshi crawled to the steps and stopped. She peered down the flight of stairs, then up into Senpai's eyes.
"You're not sure of yourself on these steps, are you?"
Senpai considered his options. She could navigate the stairs with her hands cuffed behind her back, mimicking a two-legged dog again. He considered handcuffing her, but thought better of it. He didn't want to play that card any more than he had to.
Since he'd already violated her private space more than he ever could have imagined, carrying her wasn't that big of a deal. But she had to know. He kneeled next to her, cupped her bum cheek, and slid his finger toward her anus. Instantly, her eyes widened.
"I'm going to carry you down the stairs."
Though she didn't respond, he perceived a glint of understanding. She didn't resist when he rolled her onto her back and scooped her into his arms. She crossed her wrists and pressed her arms into her breasts as he cautiously carried her one step at a time down the staircase. Upon safely reaching the bottom, he gently deposited her on the floor.
She rolled onto all fours and darted toward the sliding glass doors.
"I guess your Odie does his business outside, doesn't he?" He glanced out the window. "Hang on." He looked for neighbor windows. Since Yoshi's house sat on top of a grade, her neighbors, lower altitude-wise, didn't have a direct view of the entire backyard. Also, their blinds were drawn.
"If you stay near the fence, no one will see you," he told Yoshi, patting her head. When he opened the door, Yoshi scampered along the fence till she disappeared behind the shed.
If she 's actually doing what I think she's doing back there, I better stay put.
Senpai stood on the covered porch, inhaling fresh air while watching it drizzle. He rubbed his arms.
She must be getting cold.
Yoshi scampered out from behind the other side of the shed into the center of the yard, where she rolled, spun, and barked. Her barks were nearly inaudible, though, as if she didn't want to attract the neighbor's attention.
Something Yoshi-like is definitely happening in that head.
She found a chew toy at the edge of the yard by the fence, picked it up with her teeth, and delivered it to Senpai.
"You want to play fetch?" he asked softly.
"Rowrf," she replied just as softly with a cheery smile.
Senpai laughed. "Okay." He tossed the toy into the yard. Yoshi crawled through the grass to fetch it.
Good. The exercise will warm her up.
He eyed the dog bowl at the far end of the porch.
Oh, right. How am I going to feed her?
He queried his memory and tried to remember what Yoshi had told him about feeding her pup. The milk trick came to mind. Whenever Odie got too energetic, feeding him milk calmed him because it reminded him of feeding from his mother. They supposedly fed Odie the milk from a turkey baster, a glass tube with a nipple on one end and a rubber bulb on the other. That device was likely in Osaka. Pouring milk into a bowl wouldn't produce the same teat-like effect.
Cereal with milk in a bowl might do the trick. He made a mental note to check for breakfast cereal in the pantry. Yoshi didn't seem hungry at the moment. She obviously loved playing fetch in the muddy wet grass.
After six or seven tosses, Senpai's shorts and t-shirt were soaked. "We need to get back inside."
"Rowrf." Yoshi crawled to the door, covered in wet grass and mud.
"I've got to get you into the bath." He patted her head. "Bath, bath. Washy, washy."
Yoshi sat on her haunches. He opened the door a sliver and scooped her into his arms. After opening and closing the door with his foot, he carried her up the stairs to the master bathroom. She didn't fuss when he deposited her in the bathtub.
I bet she washes Odie a lot.
He cranked the taps and let the bathtub fill while Yoshi, on all fours, watched the water level rise. Pouring bath soap into the tub produced ample suds for sponging Yoshi clean. She also stayed calm and content as Senpai shampooed the mud and grass out of her hair. She froze when he gave her butt crack a thorough cleaning, but never complained throughout the entire process. One hour later, Yoshi was squeaky clean. He helped her out and dried her off as she waited on all fours next to the tub.
"Rowrf." She shook her head back and forth, sending water drops flying from her hair.
Donning a wet mane lacking pigtails gave Yoshi a sexy new look. "Wow. You look amazing with your hair down like that." He cleared his throat. "Strictly speaking as a professional artist, of course."
Yoshi wiggled, giggled, and barked.
"I need to get clean and dry too, so I'm going to leave you in your room while I take a shower, okay?" When she responded by pawing the silver plumbing under the sink, he added, "Blah-blah-blah." He rubbed her bottom. "I can't spend the whole day with my finger in your butt on the outside chance you might understand me." He scratched his chin as she sniffed a hanging towel. "I think your leash and collar would be a help right now."
He dashed to her bedroom, retrieved her collar and leash, and put them on her before she could break anything. Her hips wiggled alluringly as he walked her back into her bedroom.
This portal thing is all about the tail, isn 't it?
When she lowered her nose to sniff a sock, he kneeled behind her, spread her cheeks, and examined the valley. Keeping her anus stimulated might speed the recovery process. Prolonged anal stimulation might even snap her out of her trance.
It 's worth a try.
He dashed down the steps to retrieve his bag. When he trotted up the stairs with the bag over his shoulder, Yoshi was waiting for him at the landing with a frown and a whine.
"You don't like me leaving, do you?" He patted her head. "I understand." He took her leash and led her back to the bedroom.
The thin yellow tail from Toshi's kit difered from the long brown one accompanying Yoshi's costume sewn to her skirt. The cat tail extended from a finger-length butt plug formed from beads that gradually increased in diameter. Would Yoshi fuss if he slid this up her butt?
He patted his wet back pocket to confirm he still had Nagatoro's handcuffs. He could cuff her, bend her forward over the bed, and insert the tail. That might work, but if she struggled, her wrists would bruise.
Hold on. I 've got something much better.
He grabbed one of Nagatoro's comfy leather wrist cuffs, crawled behind Yoshi, and rested his hand on her bum. She glanced over her shoulder with a pleased grin—"Rowrf."—and wiggled her hips.
Senpai's loins stirred. Oh, shit. This is crazy.
He took a deep breath and eased his finger toward her freshly washed anus. She froze and gave him her wide-eyed attention.
"This is exactly like a collar." He dangled the cuff before her eyes. "It's made of padded leather. I'm going to put one of these around both your wrists." He glanced at her feet. "And your ankles. It's made from material just like this." He tapped her collar. "In fact, I'm changing your collar out for a better one too. These are softer and designed for human skin so you can wear them all day and they won't chaff."
When he perceived the slightest nod—though he might have imagined it—he eased his finger out of her bum, and she returned to normal.
Yoshi played as Senpai swapped out her collar and fastened leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. With her new outfit in place, he called her over to the bed.
"Come here, girl. I want to try something."
She didn't resist when he guided her to kneel in front of the bed and bent her forward till her torso rested on the mattress. He used a short clipped chain to clip her wrist cuffs together behind her back before clipping the other end to her collar. The restrained puppy offered no complaint as she fluttered her fingers at the small of her back.
After coating his finger with some lubricant from the kit, Senpai eased his digit into her anus. Predictably, she froze and turned her head. "Okay, good." He met her eyes. "No message. Just testing." She relaxed when he removed his finger.
He lubricated the beads of the anal plug and held it to her anus.
Here goes nothing.
He eased the beaded arrow plug in one ball at a time. As the bead size increased, Yoshi blinked, whined, and struggled.
"Stay calm. I know it feels funny, but it shouldn't hurt." He pushed until the plug fully seated. "There. How does it feel?"
Yoshi patted the tops of her feet into the carpet, shifted her shoulders, and wiggled her hips.
"Grrrrrrr." Yoshi did not appreciate the intruder. More importantly, it didn't have the effect Senpai hoped for. Yoshi remained in full Yodie-mode. Actually, a crankier version.
"Okay, okay, give me a second." He gently eased the tail out of her bum. After pulling it all the way out, Senpai tenderly rubbed her bottom. "Sorry, girl."
She turned her head, rested her cheek on the pillow, and relaxed.
"The tail is a fail, but these restraints don't bother you a bit, do they?"
Yoshi mewed contentedly as Senpai kneaded her bottom, thighs, and back.
"Look, my hair and clothes soaking wet and I need to take a shower. Would you mind if I leave you here for a little while?" He rose and took a step back.
She straightened to a kneeling position. "Rowrf." Her eyes widened, and she fought against her restraints when he took a step toward the door.
"Look. I'd rather not have you with me in the bathroom when I take a shower. I know you're totally nude, but…" Why am I trying to have a human conversation with a dog? He continued, "Blah, blah, blah."
Senpai glanced at Odie's cage, a small blue-plastic shoe box, so small it barely held him. But, according to Yoshi, he loved spending time in there. Odie moved around in bigger cages and hated traveling that way.
A light lit above Senpai's head. "If I put you in your cage, will you be okay for a while?"
Naturally, she didn't answer. After guiding her to lie face down on her bed, he unclipped the short chain from the collar, pulled her ankles back, and clipped the chain to her ankle cuffs, connecting them together near her bum.
Having effectively "caged" her by chaining her wrists to her ankles behind her back, Senpai took a step back.
Immediately, Yoshi tested the snugness of her cage. "Grrrrrr," she complained, bouncing her ankles off her bum and swinging her arms from side to side as far as the connecting chain would allow.
The cage is too big. He rested his hand on her shoulder. "It's not sung enough for you, is it?" He removed the chain.
Now free, Yoshi rolled onto her side, pulled her knees to her chest, and hugged her legs. She appraised him with a curious expression that seemed to ask, What are you going to try next?
He fished a small padlock out of his bag. "How about we try this?"
She tilted her head. "Rowrf?"
"On your belly." Yoshi complied when he guided her. He wasn't sure if the padlock was big enough to encompass all four of the leather cuff's silver rings.
There 's only one way to find out.
He pulled Yoshi's arms behind her back and captured the metal loops of her wrist cuffs with the "U" of the open padlock. He couldn't capture the ankle cuff loops until he guided Yoshi onto her side so she could arch her back.
With Yoshi taking the form of a bow ready to shoot an arrow, he managed to close the lock around all four rings.
Success.
Once again, Yoshi tested her restraints. The ultra-snug configuration limited her range of motion to opening and closing her legs, an oversight Senpai remedied by wrapping her leash around her thighs and tying it.
How's that, girl? He rubbed her bottom.
Now able to doing little more than flutter her fingers and toes, Yoshi's lips formed a small smile. She rolled her shoulders, closed her eyes, and breathed peacefully.
"You're really happy like this, aren't you?" He brushed several drying strands of hair off her face. When he cupped the breasts now jutting forward so invitingly—he couldn't resist—she mewed contentedly.
She 's going to be okay. At least for an hour or so before her limbs ask for relief.
He strolled down the hall to the bathroom, removed his wet clothes, and took a peaceful shower—peaceful because he knew his puppy couldn't wreak any havoc in her snug little cage.
He dried off, then checked his clothes. His shirt, shorts, briefs, and socks were drenched and dirty. He rinsed the wet items clean in the tub and hung them over the shower bar. He considered returning to Yoshi's bedroom wearing only a towel. She wouldn't care—she probably wouldn't notice if he returned naked—but he didn't feel comfortable joining her like that. Despite the innocence of the situation, Yoshi was completely nude, smoking hot, and totally willing.
Which could only mean that, in her un-hypnotized state, she liked him. Was she jealous of her good friend Nagatoro? Or did she genuinely have feelings for him? The notion that a girl like Yoshi could desire someone like him still floored him, even though he currently dated Nagatoro.
The sweet side of Yoshi's personality revealed through Yodie the pup definitely appealed to him. Whatever the case, he'd gotten himself into this mess, and he had to stay the course until he got her out of it.
I need clothes.
He searched through the drawers in Yoshi's parent's master bedroom, where he found a white undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts both three sizes too big.
This will work.
He returned to the bedroom. In contrast to his visit earlier that morning, Senpai was pleased with the view when he stepped through the door—a gorgeous, naked girl trussed up like a bow on her bed, long golden hair cascading over her breasts and shoulders.
The image struck him as perfect. He wished he'd brought his easel. He considered taking pictures with his phone, but instantly realized the folly of that idea.
He sat down next to her on the bed and rested his hand on her hip. She met his eyes with a content smile and a purr.
"Damn, you're beautiful." He bit his lip and turned away. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He rose. "I need to do some work."
As Yoshi looked on curiously from her cage, Senpai cleaned her room. Although he wasn't exactly sure where everything went, he managed to find a home for every single book, belonging, and garment.
Once he finished, he laid next to Yoshi and ran his hand along her arm. "You've been in your cage for over an hour, and it must be getting uncomfortable, so I'm going to let you out." He tapped her nose. "Promise me you won't make a mess, okay?"
As if …
"Rowrf."
He removed the leash binding her thighs, then removed the padlock connecting the four cuffs. Yoshi licked Senpai's cheek before hopping off the bed to play.
"If you make another mess, I'm going to be very upset with you." He wagged his finger at her as she crawled away.
Right. What was he going to do? Yodie was the sweetest girl pup in the world and he couldn't imagine disciplining her. You can't stop a puppy from being a puppy.
But she 's not a puppy, you idiot. She's a hypnotized human girl. And a very sexy, totally naked human girl at that.
He considered taking out his phone and trying to un-hypnotize her again, but he didn't have the energy. Besides, the effort would be futile. Breaking a hypnotic spell shouldn't be this hard. He was doing something wrong. Something important. But he had no idea what it was.
A row of books he'd recently returned to the shelf tumbled to the ground with a thump. Yoshi glanced at him quizically, her expression asking, Did I do something wrong?
He waved it off. "It's fine. Do what you want." No big deal. He could always put her in her cage again and clean up.
Having a pet is hard work.
He laid on his back, intertwined his fingers behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling. It looked a lot like the ceiling above his bed at home. The lack of sleep blended with an abundance of stress and worry was finally catching up to him. The ceiling blurred. He closed his eyes.
I need to get a grip on this situation, because what I 'm doing is absolutely nuts. If Nagatoro found out about this, she'd kill me.
That's it. I need to focus on Nagatoro.
Nagatoro. His girlfriend. Nagatoro, his muse and his love. He pondered their time together and chuckled, because she spent the majority of her time with him completely naked as well. For her, the twist was model-mode.
What's up with all these naked women all of a sudden?
And they weren't homely girls either. Nagatoro's crew included four of the hottest girls in the school, one a national celebrity idol in the gaming world. Another a sought after model. Yoshi also looked stunning unclothed.
Still, he missed his girlfriend. He recalled their kinky play dates and how adept she'd gotten at playing his flute, even while cuffed and feigning helplessness. Though she was far from helpless.
The naked girl makes the rules.
He imagined her on her knees. "Time for some Senpai cream," she'd tease before sucking his dispenser. Then his world would invariably go blank.
Oh, that feels so nice.
Nagatoro's lips enveloping his rigid shaft, gently sucking while teasing him with her tongue, taking him to the edge, and pushing him over…
Ahhhhhhhh ….
His eyes snapped open to see Yoshi on all fours, straddling him, his shaft extending upward through the open slit in his boxer shorts, the beauty gleefully sucking it into her mouth, mewing happily as his cream dispensed.
He looked on with a combination of horror and ecstasy as his semen filled her ballooning cheeks. For a moment, it felt like the flow wouldn't stop, but eventually, it subsided. Yoshi held him orally for a few moments after his last two spurts. Convinced she'd sucked him dry, she finally let him go.
She appraised him with a chipmunk-cheeked smile as she gulped down the fluid he'd provided, and gave him a pleased nod once she'd finished. Yodie grinned at her master with an expression that said, Thanks for the meal, before rolling onto her side next to him, licking his cheek, and passing out.
Author's Notes: Hi All. Sorry for the extended delay between chapters. The good news is I've written the whole Yoshi arc (which gets even kinkier by the way) and plan to post two more chapters in the coming weeks, not months. As always, I like getting feedback, so let me know what you think. Thanks for hanging in there, everyone! — SK