All characters are OVER 18.
Please excuse my frequent use of the word "boy". This implies "Femboy" or "Submissive Male", not a child or someone underaged.
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I usually only write futa on male stories, but I've been so fascinated with puppy play recently, that I just had to write this. I hope you enjoy it.
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Triggers
This oneshot features the following:
"Edgy" male main character, "Nerdy" female main character, Some calling things from the 80's old / retro, some humiliation, resistant male character, bondage, non consent at the beginning, forced, puppy play / Pet play, hypnotic word triggers and induction, some corruption, lots of use for the word "Puppy" and "Good Boy", lots of teasing, hands free orgasms, wet dream, cumming in jeans, owner / pet situations, collaring, accidental orgasm denial, unable to orgasm, sexual frustration, Hypnosis.
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Please Enjoy
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The door chimed as I push it open, but I don't hear it, as classical rock blasts in my ears. I glance over at Octavia behind the counter and watch her lips move in a "hello", and I finally decide to lower my headphones.
"Hey." I greet her, putting on my "I don't care about anything" tone, reaching down and pausing my walkman. "Got anything new in?" I ask the tall dorky looking girl behind the counter.
She laughs adjusting her saucer shaped glasses. "This is a retro store, you know. There's never anything new."
I roll my eyes trying to seem aloof. "You know what I mean. New as in, to this store."
"Not really," Octavia says, leaning her elbows on the counter, her hands supporting her head, seeming equally as bored. "It's rare that we ever get tapes in. But you're free to look through the crates, so find anything new to you."
I give her a nod, and turn, heading to the spot in the back with a few crates of cassette tapes.
I get made fun of. Which wasn't something new for me, being as short and baby-faced as I am. But I took pride in my walkman and cassette tapes. My grandma used to run a little pirate radio station in the 80's. When she died, she left a busted setup that didn't work anymore and a box of old cassette tapes.
She loved music and now, I carried her passion for it. Choosing to collect old cassettes rather than be a radio pirate like old tape jockey Nanna. So with an old walkman I bought on eBay, I kept my connection to her.
I flipped through the usual stack of cassettes, same old same old. I came to Octavia's Aunt's retro shop at least once a week. Just to check for anything new.
"So anything new?" Octavia asked as she passed behind me carrying a box of vinyls.
"Nope."
She snickered at my quick answer. "I mean with you, dude. Did you finally get a girlfriend?"
I laughed, not even looking at her. "I don't want to be tied down." I said, trying a little too hard to seem cool.
She giggled. "Nothing wrong with being tied down."
"I've got a lot going on." I didn't have to turn around to feel Octavia's judging eyes. "Last thing I need is to be some annoying girl's puppy on a leash." I added, sounding a bit more defensive then I would have liked.
I glanced over at Octavia, who had an eyebrow raised. I swallowed. It was a lie. All of it. From the dark trench coat and the "I hate everything" facade I wore to the almost red pilled garbage I regurgitated. But the last thing I wanted was for the girl from the retro store, who was the only person I had an actual amicable relationship with, to know I was pathetically lonely.
I turned back around and quickly began flipping through tapes. It was quiet. Only the sound of some long dead 80's band played through the speakers of the store. That and the sound of plastic tapping of flipping through cassettes and some rearranging of records going on behind me.
I heard steps coming towards me, Octavia on her way to the backroom.
"I think you'd make a good puppy." She laughed as she passed behind me. "Well, maybe with some training."
I felt my face go hot as she disappeared into the back.
She... She was making fun of me. I clenched my jaw feeling frustrated. God why was she always so annoying!
I threw back on my headphones. Clicking the play button, I turned and left.
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Music blasted in my ears blocking out the world around me. I pushed open the door and entered the shop b-lining for the back. I noticed Octavia out of the corner of my eye. But still creased from last week, I just wanted to ignore her. A punishment for making fun of me.
I flipped through the old cassettes. Ones I've seen 100 times. And immediately I felt dumb. Dumb for just ignoring her. I was being a child. Maybe I should-
Twap!
"Ah what the hell!?" I turned around. Taking off my headphones. I looked down to see a rubber band ball that had hit me.
"Hey!" Octavia shouted. "Earth to edge lord!"
"You can't throw stuff at customers!"
She laughed. "And you can't ignore me. Store policy."
I picked up the ball, Octavia clapped her hands, opening them for me to toss the ball back.
I soft ball lobbed it back across the store, and she promptly caught it.
"I got some new stuff in, just for you." She said with a smile.
"Wait really?" I said, a bit surprised, coming around the racks to the front counter.
"Yup, I went to the thrift store up town and got a box of old cassettes. Most of them were junk, but a couple of them were salvageable."
She placed a small 10 tape box on the counter in front of me.
"I'll give you the whole thing for $20. I doubt most of them are even good. But I'm sure there's a gem in there."
I bubbled with excitement. It felt like forever since I'd laid my eyes on new tapes. "Deal!"
I pulled a twenty out of my wallet and slapped it on the counter, and grabbed the small case.
"You're the best."
"I am?" Octavia questioned. And I realized what I had just said. She had a cheeky smirk on her face as she watched my excitement.
I clutched the case, reserving myself. "Yeah thanks." I said, icing over my voice as I turned and left.
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Closing the door to my small apartment. I cracked into the case. Some of the cassettes I recognized. Repeats from the shop. A few more had worn tape reels, or damaged celluloid, which were junk.
A few of the tapes were in good condition. Fairly used. Stuff I hadn't seen before. Thankfully it wasn't a complete waste.
Pulling out the last tape, I paused looking it over. The plastic felt different, newer. Instead of a producer label, with song titles and artists. Its label was written in sharpie.
"Puppy Training Tape XP"
I clenched my jaw. The hell was Octavia getting at now.
I felt the smooth unsullied plastic under my fingers. I popped open my walkman tray, taking out the warn tape, and slotting in the new one.
Click!
A soft piano tune played.
"This is the {Puppy} Training Tape."
The voice was smooth and sultry, yet familiar. It was Octavia's voice but in a way I'd never heard before.
"A instructional tape, to turn that unruly hound into the perfect {Puppy}. To effectively listen to this tape, You should do so in a calm environment. Someplace where you can relax, without distraction. Now pause the tape and go get comfortable, Evan."
At hearing my name, I instinctively paused the tape, a shiver running down my spine.
I'd heard intros and interludes with talking tracks before. But this was too real. Part of me wanted to rip the cassette out of My Walkman and toss it in the trash with the other ruined cassette tapes.
But I was way too curious, way too interested in what the heck this was.
Fine Octavia. I'll play your stupid game.
I kicked off my shoes and flopped into the old recliner in my flat. My place was already without distractions, but I felt unsure how I would do the relaxing part. My mouth was dry as I hovered a finger over the play button.
Click!
There was a long pause of soothing piano music as I stared across the room.
"By now you should be somewhere nice and comfortable. Away from any distractions or cares of the day. Somewhere you can relax." Octavia sounded so different, so mature.
