Author's Note: I haven't quit on my Two Good Neighbors series. I'm just in a bit of a block and can't figure out how to go about writing the last few chapters. In the meantime, I'm finishing and uploading some other stories.
This one was one of the first I ever wrote. I think it was a good three years or so ago when I started writing this. It's a little rough around the edges and the content is a little hardcore and messed up at times. I promise there is a happy ending though, and plenty of revenge and closure.
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"Get the fuck out of my room Wendy!" I yelled at my sister.
Tension was nothing new between us, and we often traded violent words with one another. We shared the apartment and split the rent, not out of desire for the company of the other but our of practical need as we tried to pay for college. It was like putting a wolf and a bear in a box.
I pushed her away which caused her to stumble back and then fall over onto her rear. She had clearly not expected me to get physical, but I was losing my patience after a recent string of verbal abuse in the last few days.
Wendy must have had some sort of mental disorder. That was something I thought about occasionally. Of course, she would never believe she had a problem and would never go to a therapist let alone a doctor to be diagnosed anyway. Maybe one of those personality disorder things.
Fuming, she stood up again. "That's it Connor, you asshole!" She yelled back. Her face was red from embarrassment and anger presumably. From her right pocket she produced a silver watch. She dangled it from her fingers by its chain and began to swing it in front of my face. "Sit down on the bed," she ordered.
"Get the fuck out and leave me alone!" I said again. We would have to have a few hours to calm ourselves down again as was usual with these engagements. I sat down on the bed anyway though on the edge of the covers.
"Just keep watching the watch bro. Obey your sister because you're too dumb to do anything yourself."
"What are you doing?" I said, a tinge of anxiety creeping into my voice as I was unable to stop eyeing the swinging piece. Was this some kind of psychology trick?
"Shhh Connor, no more talking," she said, staring angrily into my eyes the whole time. I tried to speak but could not find any words.
"Much better. I've tried for far too long to put up with a brat like you for a brother... You're an asshole, and you're going to pay for all the shit you've given me. I've been thinking a bit what would be a fitting punishment for you. I was thinking that maybe I'll turn you into a plaything."
Upon hearing her words I felt a surge of willpower. I stood up slowly, pushing against the ground as if I weighed twice as much now and tried to reach for her despite my body's resistance. She took a step back and spoke. "Get on your knees, dumbass." I fell hard onto the wooden floor and grunted in pain fro, the collision of wood and knees.
"You know, I've always wanted a pet. Maybe you would make a good dog for me." A sinister smile was now growing across her face.
"I'm going to count up from one to ten. With each number you will sink deeper under my control, and become more obedient. One, it feels so good to obey your sister. Two, you can no longer bring yourself to try and attack me in any way. Three, your sister is now your owner. Four, you can't remember how to stand up like a human anymore. Five, your hands will naturally curl into fists and you will forget how to open them and use your hands or thumbs. Six, you will no longer be able to talk, instead you will only be able to make dog noises. Seven, you will enjoy being pet and having your ears scratched. Eight, you will find yourself going to the bathroom like a dog. Nine, you will feel uncomfortable without a collar on. Ten, you will feel extremely itchy and uncomfortable with clothes on. You'll realize everything I say is the utter truth when I snap my fingers."
She snapped her fingers. I felt my hands curling into fists, and try as I might I couldn't remember how to stand up or use my hands. I tried to cry out but the only thing that came out was a pitiful whine. Next, I became aware of my skin burning underneath my clothes, but I could not do anything about it. I squirmed and whined and Wendy simply laughed.
"Don't worry boy, let me help you," she said, suddenly seeming all too happy now.
She stripped my clothes off with no sign of being gentle, leaving me naked before her. She patted me on the head and quickly strut out of the room, returning in a few seconds with a black bag. Reaching into the bag, she produced a black, leather collar with a pink tag that read "Connor".
"Don't worry boy, I've got a nice collar for you ready. Get on your hands and knees."
I fell to the floor on all fours and Wendy scooted over and lifted the collar around my neck and then closed it until it was snug. I wanted to yell at her and hit her but all that came out was a growling and it seemed I couldn't will my body to touch her with an intent to harm. She giggled at me. "Oh, this is SO much better than when you were my brother."
A leash came next out of the bag, and my sister latched it onto my collar, and gave it a tug, laughing again. She placed one hand on the small of my back to hold me still and then I felt something cold being brushed on right above my butt. Seconds later I felt her pushing something against the spot and then it felt super warm. After a minute my sister let go and sat back. I saw a bushy dog tail protruding from behind me that was similar to my hair color. I yelped and tried to shake it off, but it seemed she had used some sort of glue that was keeping it in place.
