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Nutrition
With his fingers intertwined behind his head, Senpai scrutinized the ceiling once again, this time with a mixture of disbelief and relief. He knew exactly what had happened. He'd dozed off while thinking lewd thoughts about his girlfriend and nature took its course. The jumbo front slit of his over-sized boxers gave his flag pole ample room to grow—and Yoshi took care of business.
Now she lay next to him, napping.
Senpai considered feeling guilty, but the blowjob released a vast store of pent up sexual tension. He felt relieved. His mind cleared.
I'll do the guilt thing later. What happened, happened. I still need to see this through.
Yoshi's phone chimed. He eased off of the bed without disturbing her, picked up the device, and silenced the call from her mother. After it cycled through to voicemail, he listened to the message.
Yoshi's drill sergeant parent was checking in. She didn't want her daughter goofing off. She expected her to study hard and ace the exam. Another failure would bring disgrace the upon the family, something her mother simply could not tolerate—Senpai hung up before the message finished.
Her mom sent an equally motivating follow-up text message. He read the first line and quit. Scrolling through Yoshi's other texts revealed a message from Gamo earlier that morning.
"You better be studying your ass off," Gamo wrote, "or we're gonna be your senpais. Get out of bed! The tournament starts in an hour, so you won't hear much from me. Which is probably good cause you need to study your ass off! Do it, girl!"
Senpai reached into his pocket for his phone. But he didn't have a pocket. Or a phone. He still wore Yoshi's father's boxer shorts and his phone sat on the bathroom sink. He glanced at Yoshi snoozing peacefully and pulled a blanket over her nudity. Groaning, she immediately pushed it off.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I should know better by now."
He hustled to the bathroom, returned with his phone, and laid down next to his pet. His phone reported a missed call and a text from his girlfriend.
"Get up," Nagatoro texted, "you lazy bum. It's almost 10. I'm going to be busy all day with the tournament and I won't have my phone. But I'll call you before dinner. Love you lots, Senpai. Can't wait to model for you again."
Senpai considered replying to his girlfriend, but couldn't. He didn't know why.
I have other issues I need to address.
He switched back to Yoshi's phone and read through the text history with her mother. He noted the formal, respectful language Yoshi used in their conversations, despite her mother's constant haranguing.
I've got to address this.
He composed a text response. "Mother, I understand your concern, and I am working hard. I promise you I'll do my best on this test and I won't let you down. As you know, I need to focus, so I'm going to silence my phone so I can give all my attention to studying for this test. If I don't turn off my phone, I may get distracted by texts from my friends, so the only way to do this is to shut everybody off. Thank you for sharing your concern." The language seemed a fairly close match to what Yoshi might have written were she not pretending to be the friendliest puppy in the world.
It was a three-day holiday weekend. She had today (Saturday), tomorrow (Sunday), and the day after tomorrow (Monday) to study math. If he could knock her out of the trance soon, she'd still have plenty of time to recover, especially if he tutored her.
He rubbed her head. "You can't stay like this forever, can you?" Although, he had to admit, he really enjoyed the time they'd spent together so far. How often does a guy get to hang out with a pretty girl who spends most of her time naked and also enjoys sucking his dick?
Actually, he'd become kind of used to that.
Am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?
Unfortunately, events were heading on a trajectory to blow his idyllic existence clean out of the water. Yoshi would wake and turn him into the police. Worse yet, she'd turn him into his girlfriend.
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Right now, he had to stay with her until she snapped out of the trance. Then, if possible, he'd help her ace that test.
He hopped off the bed and cleaned the room again. Judging by the mess, he'd been knocked out for over an hour. After finishing, he sat up against the bed, phone in hand, and tapped in the outline of his plan.
Step one: Snap Yoshi out of her trance.
Step two: Help her pass her math test.
Step three …
He couldn't think that far ahead. He'd gotten himself into a crazy situation, one from which he had to extricate himself. He glanced at his companion. The girl looked hot with her hair down, but the real Yoshi always wore pig tails.
The real Yoshi always wears clothes too.
Her hair had mostly dried, so he decided to fix it.
Should I do it while she's sleeping?
He ran his fingers through her mane.
Why not?
As she laid on her side, he bunched together the hair on the side of her head and wrapped it with a hair band. He gently guided Yoshi onto her other side—she groaned a little, but remained asleep—and he bound up her other pigtail.
Much better.
"Good girl."
She opened hazy eyes, barked, and held him around the waist. He felt her padded leather wrist cuffs press into his back. Amazingly, she'd fully accepted her wrist and ankle cuffs without issue.
He rubbed her back and bottom. "Damn, you're adorable." He eased away, rose, and tapped her forehead with his index finger. "But I need to fix this problem." He fished his phone out of his pocket. "Maybe that nap reset your brain." He started the hypnotism app, held it to her eyes, and patted her head. "You are no longer Yodie, the cute female pup. You are now Yoshi, my smoking hot naked blonde classmate." He chuckled at his poor joke.
Despite the utter insanity of the situation, Yoshi's blowjob really hit the spot. It cleared his brain, relaxed his body, and brought him closer to his pet. He reached forward and rubbed her vagina.
"Rowrf." She wiggled with glee.
I wonder if inducing an orgasm would make a difference.
She seemed to be fine with him fondling, rubbing, and massaging her special places. What would happen if he turned up the volume a notch? Thanks to his girlfriend, he knew exactly what to do.
A healthy orgasm might snap her out of it—STOP!
He clenched his fists.
Would a loving master do that to his pet?
Senpai could rationalize everything that had happened so far, but he couldn't justify that. Would a master play fetch with his pet, walk her on a leash, or put her in her cage when she wanted? Of course. Would he pat her head, and rub her back and body? Of course, especially when he washed her. If his pet was a fur-covered dog instead of a hot naked girl, everything he'd done up to this point would be fine, and even expected of a good master.
The blowjob was an accident, totally not his fault. He didn't force her, or even suggest in the slightest, that she suck him off.
He breathed a sigh of relief. So far, I'm okay.
Would a good master stimulate his puppy's genitals to make her come? No way. A good master would never cross that line. Senpai wouldn't either.
"Rowrf." Yoshi hopped off the bed and nudged her nose into his boxers.
"Stop that." He checked the time—11:03 AM. "I need to get you some food, don't I? Can you play while I explore?"
"Rowrf."
He jogged down the stairs and checked the kitchen. The pantry and cabinets were well stocked. He checked the fridge.
What's that?
Someone had stuck a sheet to the fridge door with magnets. He squinted at the page. It was Yoshi's test results, with a bright red "F" glowing in the center.
What the hell? That's not the kind of thing you publish to the world.
Senpai knew the score. Yoshi's mom wanted to shame her daughter. Every time she entered the kitchen, the page reminded Yoshi of her failure, and what a disappointment she was in her mother's eyes.
What if math isn't her thing?
Senpai clenched his fists. This was cruel. He felt Yoshi's humiliation.
If you don 't have a talent for something, berating a person isn't going to make them good at it.
His blood neared the boiling point before he caught himself.
Food. I came here for food. Since it's morning, let's start with cereal. The fridge had milk, and he retrieved a box of cereal from the pantry.
He trudged up the stairs and walked into Yoshi's bedroom. She lay curled up on the bed. He sat next to her and rubbed her hip. "I don't know how we're going to do it, but we're going to make sure you're ready for this test." His finger tapped her nose. "No matter what. You got that?"
She mewed and licked his finger.
He clipped the leash to her collar. "Come on. It's time to eat."
Yoshi hopped off the bed and followed Senpai on all fours as he led her to the steps, and she snuggled against him as he carried her to the ground floor. After scrubbing the dog bowl medicinally clean, he filled it with cereal, topped it with milk, and set it on the ground. Yoshi crawled up to the bowl, bent forward to sniff it, and turned away, frowning.
"Not what you usually have for breakfast?" He shrugged. "I can't give you real dog food." He opened the pantry. "Come here, Yodie. Show me what you want."
As Senpai held the door open, Yoshi crawled to the pantry, kneeled, and sniffed around. She sniffed some boxes and bags before turning her head into his leg. Her eyes brightened. She sniffed Senpai's package and barked with a smile.
Senpai shook his head. "No, Yodie. I can't feed you that again."
"Grrrrrr." Yoshi bit the fabric of his boxer shorts and tried to pull them down.
Senpai gripped his waist band. "No, Yodie. Stop that."
"Rowrf." Something at the other side of the living room caught Yoshi's attention, and she crawled away.
"I guess you're not that hungry." Senpai moved the dog bowl to the counter, took a seat, and dug in with a spoon. The cereal wasn't bad. As he watched her play with a couch pillow, something gnawed at his mind. He pulled out his phone and Googled "the nutritional value of semen." What he read fascinated him. He was surprised to learn that the amount of nutrition in a single shot of semen varied from region to region. In most of the world, guys expelled about a teaspoon's worth of ejaculate, and the stuff had the consistency and nutritional value of egg whites.
That makes no sense. A recent image of Yoshi's chipmunk cheeks came to mind. I'm expelling way more than a teaspoon.
He scrolled down to the section on Japan. It turned out that, thanks to genetic differences cause by the nuclear bomb attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, young Japanese guys sprayed a good deal more than the international average—usually eight to ten ounces more—and the nutritional value mirrored the nutritional value of the guy's diet.
My grandfather survived the Nagasaki blast. No wonder.
Also, the article continued, an study found that women preferred the taste of Japanese guys' cum over all the other nationalities. A side note said Japanese guys who ate pineapple daily produced the tastiest spunk of all.
Good to know. He glanced at his package. If she wants, Yoshi could get adequate nutrition by regularly blowing me, provided I eat well myself.
Senpai recalled what Yoshi had told him about milk's calming effects on Odie. She tricked him into drinking it from a turkey baster because it reminded him of sucking on his mother's teat. In a way, he and Yoshi had copied that. But it raised a question.
Would a good master allow his pet to suck his dick?
Yes, if he did it mainly to provide food. Climaxing was a happy side-effect, but not his principal motive. He corrected the question.
Would a puppy's mother deny her offspring food?
No. Of course not.
CRASH.
Senpai snapped his head toward the sound. Yoshi had knocked over a lamp. She looked at him sheepishly as if to say, My bad, before moving toward a table with a vase on it.
This is going to be a problem.
He pulled his dick through the slit of his boxer shorts. "Would Yodie like to nurse?" Bright-eyed and buoyant, Yoshi scampered over to him and sucked his dick into her mouth.
Her feeding efforts felt sublime. Not once did she drop him or nick him with her teeth. His knees nearly buckled, and he held on to the counter to steady himself, as his dispenser filled her cheeks with nutritious cream.
"Good girl." He patted her head as she processed his last few spurts. The bulges in her cheeks slowly receded as she gulped down her meal.
Senpai recalled that an energy crash was sure to follow. For both of us.
"Hey, Yodie. Want to watch TV?" He sat on the sofa and patted the cushion next to him. Yoshi hopped on board, curled up on her side, and rested her head on his lap.
He turned on the set, navigated to his favorite streaming site, and started a show. As he watched, Yoshi squirmed. Rubbing her hip, bottom, and breasts seemed to settle her for a while, but he sensed his pet's restlessness.
"Do you want to spend time in your cage?"
"Rowrf." She belly flopped top of his legs and grabbed her ankles behind her back. Senpai snatched his padlock off the armrest, clipped Yoshi's wrist and ankle cuffs together, and wrapped the leash around her thighs. After he repositioned her, Yoshi resumed laying on her side, using Senpai's lap as a pillow.
This is nuts.
But it kept her from breaking things. As his eyes focused on the show, his hands absentmindedly played with the snoozing girl's pigtails, breasts, and bottom. He figured she'd last about an hour in her "cage" so he'd be able to finish a couple of episodes. After the second show ended, Yoshi gazed up at him with a content smile.
"I think I know what's going on with you," he told her. "And I can relate. It sucks to get bullied. You wish you could close your eyes, and it'll all go away. I used to do that. I called it 'turtling.' When people bullied me, I receded into my shell."
She rubbed her cheek against his leg.
"It's got to be rough for you because your mom's the one bullying you, although you know she means well. That doesn't always make a difference. You're scared to death of failing this test again, so you don't want to come back to reality. You're going to stay in your shell as long as you can, no matter what. I get that now. But I'm going to figure out a way for you to pass this test. Okay?"
"Rowrf." Yoshi twisted her shoulders and shifted her hips, the signal she wanted her freedom.
When Senpai removed the padlock and leash, Yoshi hopped onto the ground, wedged her body between Senpai's legs, and nudged his package with her nose.
"Still hungry, huh?" He pulled out his dick. "I guess it's all right." He sat back as Yoshi fed. After swallowing another mouthful of tasty Senpai cream, she hopped on top of him and licked his cheek. Then she curled up on the ground by the window.
For the rest of the day, Senpai watched TV and researched algebra while keeping one eye on his pet. Realizing he wouldn't accomplish much on a cell phone, he decided to run home to get his laptop, a top-of-the-line drawing system purchased with money from his recent windfall.
He considered taking Yoshi with him. He knew how to make her walk, but he couldn't risk getting caught with her in broad daylight. He decided instead to cage her in her bedroom. Before taking her upstairs, he attached her leash, walked her to the sliding glass doors, and asked, "Do you need to go?"
She shot him a quizzical look.
"Don't worry. I won't watch you, if that's what you're worried about."
She pushed her nose into the glass. He opened the door. Thankfully, there seemed to be a pause in the rain. He let her scamper into the backyard to do her business while he walked back into the living room. Five minutes later, she came back inside. A few blades of grass topped her hands and legs. Senpai wiped her clean with a wet towel from the kitchen. She giggled when the towel rubbed the area between her legs.
He carried her upstairs, laid her on her bed, and caged her with the padlock and leash. As usual, Yoshi sighed, closed her eyes, and wiggled her toes and fingers. Senpai felt confident she wouldn't get into trouble for the next hour, at least, so he set a goal to return in forty minutes and dashed out the door.
As usual, his parents weren't home. He collected his laptop case, some toiletries, and clothes, and stuffed them in his bag. Before leaving, he left a note for his parents informing them he might sleep over at a friend's. His parents would assume that "friend" meant Nagatoro, and they wouldn't mind a bit. The fact that she'd made Senpai more socially adept thrilled them. His work, especially the paid stuff, impressed them too, and they loved Nagatoro.
Although he'd never really gelled with his parents in the past—they never had time for their only child—they loved to brag about him now, and it made him feel phenomenal. He felt Yoshi's pain and patted his laptop case. "She's going to pass, and pass big."
He returned to Yoshi's house forty-five minutes after leaving it. Before heading upstairs, he moved anything fragile or breakable into the laundry room and locked it. The worse she could do was knock a few things over.
He found his pet where he left her, with her eyes closed, pleasantly napping. He sat next to her on the bed and ran his hand along the curves of her body. Her eyes opened and met his with a smile. After releasing Yoshi from her cage, he carried her downstairs, took a seat at the kitchen counter, and got to work. As she played, Senpai studied. During breaks, he drew.
For dinner, he offered his pet some water in a bowl, which she drank. Encouraged, he warmed up some hot dogs, cut them into pieces, and offered those to her too. She ate them from his hand without complaint. Senpai felt a little slighted at first, but quickly adapted.
A healthy pup needs more than one source of nutrition.
At 9:07 PM, a text message from Nagatoro shook his phone.
"How's it going, Senpai?"
Senpai checked his laptop screen. It conveyed a digital drawing of a cute naked blonde on all fours, her bottom, legs, and breasts curving invitingly. The leather cuffs encasing her ankles and wrists complimented her leash and collar.
"I'm good. Just drawing some stuff."
"Lewd pictures of me?"
I wish. He glanced at Yoshi. Or do I? He slapped himself out of his stupor.
"Just random stuff. How did you do?"
Nagatoro texted him the results of the tournament thus far. She was still super busy socializing, but would get back to him when she could.
Her last text message read, "I miss you."
"I miss you too," he replied.
He set down the phone and smacked his forehead.
Damn it. I have a girlfriend. Why do I keep forgetting that?
He glanced at the paper stuck to the fridge, then at the puppy girl clawing a seat cushion.
I have a duty to perform. I got us into this mess. I need to get us out.
Senpai stretched his arms, closed his laptop lid, and rummaged through his bag. He brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink and put on his pajamas.
How should we handle the sleeping arrangements?
He led Yoshi to her bed, removed her cuffs and collar, and sat next to her on the mattress. She nudged her nose between his legs.
He chuckled. "Bedtime snack? All right." He lowered his pajama pants.
After swallowing down her bedtime snack, Yoshi snoozed peacefully atop the mattress while Senpai rested nearby on the floor.
He considered covering her with the blanket, but knew she'd kick it off the first time she stirred, so he slept on it instead. He wasn't surprised when she crawled off the bed and snuggled up next to him ten minutes later. In fact, he wondered what took her so long.
"Let's get off this floor."
Moments later, he laid on the mattress, comfy under the covers, and Yoshi laid next to him atop the sheets. Having gotten so little rest the previous evening, he had no problem at all falling asleep.
Unsurprisingly, Senpai dreamed erotic dreams non-stop, and was shocked when he woke at 10:22 AM to Yoshi sucking his dick.
How did I sleep so late?
He smiled up at the naked girl straddling him as she cleared the cum from her bulging cheeks. He sat up and rested his hands on the kneeling girl's hips. "Do you need to relieve yourself?"
She hopped off the bed, crawled to the door, and barked. He carried her down the stairs and let her go outside. It had poured overnight, so she returned as a muddy mess carrying a chew toy in her mouth. They played fetch for a while before he carried her to the upstairs bathroom, where he deposited her in the bathtub on all fours. As the water level rose, he washed her hair and scrubbed her body squeaky clean, giving extra attention to her anus. Once that orifice was thoroughly cleansed, he soaped up his middle finger and eased it inside of her. Yoshi froze with her eyes wide open.
It works. I opened the portal.
"We're going to study algebra today," he told her. "Everyone's coming back tomorrow afternoon, so today is our last full day to study. We're going to hit the material hard and review tomorrow morning, okay?"
He thought she gave him a subtle nod, though he may have imagined it. Then her sphincter tightened around his finger.
I know I didn't imagine that. Was that a "yes?"
He continued. "Your mother is going to be coming home tomorrow, whether or not you want to accept it. She's coming back with Odie, your dad, and your friends, so you've got to know the material by then. Are you with me?"
Another sphincter squeeze.
That 's got to be her.
"Fantastic. When we get downstairs, we're going to get to work." He eased his finger out of her butt. Yoshi unfroze and playfully splashed the water with her paw. As a reward, Senpai rewashed her breasts and bottom.
After draining the water, he dried her off and dressed her in her leather gear. She helped him in the effort, raising her legs and paws when brought a cuff close. Guiding her by the leash, he led her to the top of the stairs. She licked his face as he carried her down.
She refused his offer of cereal for breakfast, but lapped up some water to placate her master. She lit up like a Roman candle when he offered her his dick. As she savored her breakfast, he watched the kneeling beauty with awe.
She's getting incredibly good at this.
He gripped the counter when a climax approached. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhh." His knees nearly buckled. After regaining his balance, he patted her head. "Thanks for that. You were awesome."
She licked her lips with a pleased grin—"Rowrf."—then scampered off to play.
He carried his laptop to the living room and set it on the Kotatsu table opposite the couch. He retrieved his wireless Bluetooth keyboard and mouse from his case and set them on the ground. Then he appraised the algebra study area with his hands on his hips.
"Are we really going to do this?" he asked himself out loud. The front door beckoned. Why not bolt and let Yoshi fend for herself?
That was not an option. Not with that big ugly "F" defiling the refrigerator door. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath.
"You're damn right we're going to do this."
Author's Notes: I've always been amazed by people's ability to rationalize and their ability to avoid reality. How far will Senpai stretch his line before he can't help but fall over it? How long will Yoshi dodge reality to avoid a conflict with her mother? Who knows? — SK