Jake tabbed over to check his calendar. Normally he had plenty of free time, but these last few weeks that had all changed. His social circle had blossomed, and he’d been to so many concerts, parties and gatherings it was a struggle to keep track.
It was all thanks to the new app he'd started using a few months ago... months? No, no it couldn't have been more than a few weeks, surely? It’d been right after that vacation to, uh… where had he gone? Well, Summer, Spring, whatever. Same difference.
What mattered was, he was enjoying himself. Time flies when you're having fun!
And Jake had been having so much fun! There was that wolf, so tall, they'd spent all day and all night at this, um... club? He'd been really into, ah, man... what was his name again? Oh! And that pair of otters, they were... twins, maybe? Anyway, that was such a great weekend, they’d gone to a, uh... was it a spa? But then there was the rat fella, oh boy, that guy! They got up to some real fun, like, uh... like...
Jake struggled to recall the details for a moment longer, then flicked back to the main page of the app. Why was he even checking his calendar anyway? Did he forget something? Oh! Wow.
This guy is definitely a Swipe Right!
In truth, Jake didn't remember installing the app on his phone. He didn't remember allowing all the various Permissions it had requested. And he certainly didn't remember enabling the Nearby Share function, nor all the ominous prompts and flashy warnings he'd had to ignore to do it.
He could have remembered those things, if he really tried, if he genuinely wanted to push through the blocks and barriers that had been erected in his psyche to prevent it.
A little willpower, a shred of determination, and all of that and more would come rushing back.
The earthy scent of a sweaty rat ass lifting off his face, the musky hole he'd been sloppily making out with dripping drool back onto his waiting tongue. A desperate, panting, lilting voice he'd barely recognise as his own, pleading with the rat to sit back down, to smother him, to ride his muzzle until he passed out, anything to let him take even one more lick. The comforting pressure and darkness as the rat settled back once again, Jake’s busy lips mouthing muffled “thankyou”s into the pucker he went right back to worshiping...
The satisfying stretch of a pair of otter dicks plugging away at his well used tailhole, his moans and mrrowls carrying through the public bath-house, loud enough to draw a crowd. He loved their stares, especially knowing how deeply into his gaping, cum-filled ass they’d be able to see once the twins were finished. Jake appreciated the brothers’ stamina, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until the dozen voyeurs gathered around them had taken their turns and left him a sticky mess laid out on a sauna bench...
The sharp taste of wolf piss as it splashed against his tongue, his muzzle quickly filling with the acrid liquid until, with a performative gulp, he started to swallow it down. A tug on his leash dragged him further into the stream, soaking into his head fur, marking him as the property he was. Jake bathed in it, relishing the warmth as it dribbled down his back and across his chest, then dutifully licked the final drops from the wolf’s tip. He watched the larger male languidly rebuckle his pants, then was summarily dragged back out into the club by his collar, not worried for a moment about the clothes he’d left stuffed into a corner of the bathroom stall...
All of those moments were there, each and every unrecollected act of enthusiastic debauchery, if he wanted them. Just like the increasingly degenerate subliminal suggestions and ever more demeaning trigger phrases the app had been conditioning deeply into his subconscious. He could know them, he could fight them, if he wanted to. He could have his mind back.
But why would Jake want that? Lucid thought, presence of mind, the exertion of one's own will?
Overrated.
What mattered was the fun of the moment, the excitement of meeting new people, and the profoundly repressed satisfaction of being used like the malleable little plaything you've always wanted to be.
Because this is what you want. It’s exactly what you want. Isn’t that right kitty? This is all you’d never ask for.
Now, your newest friend has just arrived, so… Be A Good Pet.
Nothing To Think About, understood?
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A little birthday gift~
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Situation loosely based on “Jake's Hypno-App Adventure”
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