Fetch!

All of a sudden... Janice had trouble sitting down.

Her body began leaning forward.

She almost fell on the food, but managed to keep herself up by balancing herself with her hands.

She shot a swift, accusatory glance in my direction.

Oh yeah. She knew this feeling. She'd grown accustomed to it in the previous days.

The dog days were here again.

I smirked... and she grew angrier.

A slow, vicious growl escaped from her throat. Like it usually did.

My pie-smeared ex-wife was too distraught to notice. She was still lying on the apron, feeling helpless.

She reached for a few paper towels.

I grabbed her arm, shocking her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I... I..." she floundered with a weak pitch as she slowly lifted her head off the apron.

"What? Don't tell me you were going to wipe your face? Without asking for my permission?", I asked her with my most commanding voice.

She looked me up and down a few times, perhaps searching for that fire again...

...but that one flame had been so intense there was nothing left in her anymore.

"Do you think... you deserve to wipe your face?"

She just sighed.

"You didn't answer my question, dear."

She gave me the evil eye.

"I guess... I guess not. Dear."

"Why not?"

She was starting to get irritated about the constant questioning.

"Because... the pie I made... was... awful."

Some of the pie-spit on her face was still dripping down her chin. Some of it was stuck in place. It was kinda nasty.

Half of her face was like the after effects of a clown orgy. And she couldn't do anything about it.

"So... why did you think it was okay for you to wipe that off? I mean I had to put that shit in my mouth. You only have to wear it."

She gritted her teeth and squeezed a few blades of grass between her fingers again.

"I... I...", she stuttered.

"So... Ask for permission first. If you do it nicely... I might grant it."

She turned to her sister. The one who was currently on her fours.

I think she wanted to give her the sort of "I'm sorry but I have ****"-face... But seeing her sister like that probably threw her off too much to do that.

"Dear. I'm... I'm sorry I made... such... a shitty pie. I'll... learn from this... and do better next time. May I please... wipe it off my face? Pretty... please?" (MICHELLE +3SP) (+79SP)

I waited for her to smile...

...

...and there it was.

Probably the most **** smile I had ever seen on her face.

Made that Harold guy pale in comparison.

I finally handed her the paper towels and nodded.

The moment I let go of her arm... She started wiping her cheek. And fast.

A part of me wanted to make her wear that concoction all day... But it was sort of ruining my ex-wife's beautiful face.

That needed to be covered with cum... not with pie and spit.

Now. Back to the matter.

"Yeah. So... Like I was saying. Me and Janice have a very special relationship. Isn't that right, Janice?"

The low growl continued. She wasn't dumb enough to open her mouth to try and say something. We both knew how that would go.

So... Maybe she wasn't dumb enough to do that... But she was definitely obedient enough by now.

"Come on Janice. Say something to your sister about all this. Now."

My commanding words hit her +87-submitted mind like a sledgehammer.

I could see her trying her hardest not to let her lips part. Not to unclench her jaw. Not let those sounds escape from her throat. But...

"WOOF! ...WOOF!", she barked. (JANICE +1SP) (+88SP)

Michelle froze.

Her face-cleaning came to a sudden halt... and she slowly turned her head to her sister... her proud, entrepreneurial sister... who was currently on all fours and barking like a dog.

"What... Why... Janice, why did you... Wait, is this... Is this whole thing... some kind of weird joke again? Wait, are... are you two actually not...", Michelle spoke as some sort of **** relief crept on her face.

"No. It's not a joke. We are dating," I promptly answered, quickly dashing all her hope. "But like I said a several times now... We have a very special relationship. See... How do I put this... Well... Fuck it. I'm just going to come out and say it. Janice has always wanted to be... a dog. That's her secret dream. Her ultimate fantasy. And, before now... I was the only one she ever confided with this."

Michelle didn't have anything to say. She just looked back between me and Janice. Over and over again. Probably waiting for someone to yell "gotcha!" or something.

"I totally understand that it's almost impossible to fully internalize all this. It's just... Well, look."

I grabbed a stick that was just laying next to the picnic basket.

"Here, Janice! Fetch!!"

I threw the stick as far as I could.

Janice's eyes were instantly glued to it.

There was no hesitation. No pondering the issue. The moment the stick left my hand... she got to running on all fours after it.

Wow. Just like that. I thought she might fight back a little, but...

She just went after it. Like a fucking raving lunatic.

She was so excited that I think I saw her tongue hanging from her mouth.

This had to be the combination of her obedience being that high and all her doggy senses tingling.

Doing this probably felt so natural to her right now. Like a part of her internal system.

People walk. Birds fly. Doggies fetch things.

I also noticed that this didn't seem to give me any points, even though she just followed an extremely humiliating command. Perhaps, since the doggy senses were that strong... She didn't even consider not doing this? So therefore it wasn't even a humiliating choice?

The first time I saw some human sentimentality returning to her face was right after she had picked up the stick with her teeth.

She looked back to my grinning face...

And who could blame me? This was comedy gold.

And... I could see the previous, humiliating few seconds returning back to her.

She spat the stick out, and growled loudly.

"WOOF!!" she barked loudly, probably being so angry she forgot about her new speech impediment.

But... the instinct was still too strong.

She reluctantly picked the stick up again... and started slowly jogging back to us.

Michelle was just slack-jawed.

Yeah. This is going to be a lot for her.

But I'll be there to guide her through this. Most definitely.

Finally, Janice returned to us... and spat the stick on top of the apron. Luckily missing all the food items. Or unluckily, if you take into consideration that someone might still accidentally eat that shit.

Jan appeared to be quite angry.

"Now, tell me Michelle... even if this was a joke... could you ever see your sister doing... that?"

Michelle was silent for a few seconds.

"Um... what... wait... no... but..." Michelle stuttered as she finally opened her mouth. "No, no... this- no. Janice, please... please stop this joke already. I can't handle... any more... stuff like this..."

This was so far beyond her comprehension. Her active mind was still fighting back hard on this reality.

"Now now Michelle. That's very mean. Janice is bearing her heart to you. Showing you her true, hidden nature... and you think it's a joke? Seems like you need more proof. Here."

I handed Michelle the stick. It was still wet with Janice's saliva.

"Throw it."

Clearly, Michelle didn't want to take any part in this charade. Yet, the pressure of my commanding words was too much for her as well. So... She sighed, drew her arm back... and threw the wooden thing as far as her little arms could.

Janice was off to the races again.

The effect on her was so immediate. All the anger gone. In the blink of an eye. All replaced... with pure joy.

There was nothing in her mind right now except catching that stick.

If it wasn't so funny, it would be almost cute.

She had no sense of decorum anymore. There she ran, on all fours, getting grass stains all over her nice clothes. None of that mattered. Only the stick... mattered.

Michelle still couldn't process this. She wasn't moving. She was barely blinking. She just stared at her lunatic sister, trying to find some reasonable way to explain this.

Soon, Janice returned with the stick once again... looking just a tad more pissed off this time.

"Go ahead, Jan. Give the stick to your sister."

Janice offered the stick back to Michelle... who was too stunned to take it from her sister's clenched jaw.

"Pl- Please. Janice. Stop- Stop this. And... And whatever you're doing... I'm not laughing. Why would you hold that filthy thing in your mouth? Please, stop, this is- this is the worst joke, even worse than that- that- awful thing with the knife..."

Me almost getting killed was worse than her sister playing a dog?

Nice to hear how much she cared about me.

"What- What if mother saw you right now? Oh God, this is so- I'm ashamed of you."

Janice hung her head down. She was very ashamed as well.

Okay. This was a tough sell. Next step.

"I think- Michelle- Maybe you don't actually understand how important this is for her. Fine. Like I said... Me and Janice met a few months ago. I won't bore you with the details, like how and when things happened and when it got real. But yeah... it's fair to say even though it hasn't been that long... me and Janice truly understand each other. Understand our minds. Our... bodies.. Every single inch of each other."

Michelle gave me a nasty glare.

What? What was she still so angry about?

I wasn't allowed to date her sister? Move on from her? Like she moved on from me a long time ago, with my best friend?

Bitch.

"Anyway... she confided in me. She let me see her deepest, darkest secret... and it's this. It's what you're seeing right now. You might think it's the weirdest thing ever, but... believe me. Doing this is making her happier than anything else. She is free. She is joyful. She is... a dog."

Michelle turned back to Janice.

Janice's expression wasn't selling any of that supposed happiness.

"But- I can't- No, this can't be real. She never even cared that much about dogs. Aren't you- more of a cat person anyway?" Michelle inquired from her canine sister.

Damn. I had to think fast.

"...Of course you never saw her with dogs. She was... jealous of them. How they got to be what she wanted to be. So she... purposefully avoided them."

"...wait... what?"

Now Michelle was looking at me like I was the crazy one.

Okay. This was getting kinda thick. Let's keep this thing moving.

"The whole point of this trip... was so that she could show you, her dear sister... this real side of her. Coming out to me finally made her strong enough to show it to her closest kin as well. So... please don't mock her. It's really, really important for her that you accept this side of her."

Michelle looked back to Janice. She still held the stick in her mouth... poor thing probably didn't even notice how hard she was clenching it with her teeth. And Janice... well, understandably... she had trouble returning the look. She knew this was all bullshit, and even though she didn't have the strength or the ability to call me out on it... she didn't want to actively help me.

"No... No no no... Jack... I- Things with you have been so... so weird, this weekend, I can't just... I think- Oh God. No. No. I refuse. This is some weird joke. It has to be."

She needed more convincing?

...Fine.

I sighed dramatically.

And with my nimble fingers... I quickly deactivated "HEEL" from the app.

The change in Janice was instant. She spat out the stick so quickly, it hit Michelle on the knee.

Janice jumped up, back to her feet. She was coughing and gagging to get that tree taste from her mouth.

"PTH! Oh- Oh shit, eww! Fuck! Fucking- Fuck! God! NO! I Don't- I DON'T WANT-"

"Now now Janice," I quickly interrupted her. "I know your sister reacted badly to your confession, and you want to lash out... But be careful with your words. You might regret them later."

I made a pinching-gesture with my forefinger and thumb.

She knew what it meant... and as tough as it was for her... she swallowed the rest of her words.

"Now... I think you know what we need to do to truly convince her..."

I reached into my backpack... and pulled out a leash.

Janice gasped.

Michelle... Michelle didn't appear to be quite sure what I was holding.

But she would learn very soon.

"Jan. Take your clothes off."