Author's Note:
This series of stories is probably most inspired by Fret Pearson's "Neon Pink", one of my all-time favorites, though of course it also shares similarities with the countless stories that feature magic ray guns and the like. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Thanks for reading!
The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales
by Fidget
Friendly Fun: Amy's Story
Amy had a problem. She and her boyfriend Brian were very much in love, and their sex life was great, except for one little thing: Brian loved blowjobs, and Amy hated them.
Hated
them. They'd been able to get past it as a couple for the most part, but Amy could tell that Brian wasn't completely satisfied. And since Brian had been pretty much perfect to her during the two years they had been together, Amy had resolved to give him a blowjob for his upcoming birthday , no matter what.
To that end, she had ordered the contents of the large box that had shown up on her porch this morning. If it performed as advertised, it just might solve her problem.
She picked up the box, carried it inside, and set to work opening it up and discarding the packing materials. When it finally lay on her coffee table in all its glory, she began to wonder if she'd made a terrible mistake.
It looked like a retro-futuristic ray gun, from a company called Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness. Most called it the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray for short, but it was more of an inhibition reducer and behavior reinforcement tool than an actual fetish inducer, though for all intents and purposes that distinction was more academic than functional. In short, it instilled in its target a need to perform specific sexual acts, and fully integrated that desire into the affected person's psyche, so that they wouldn't even notice that they had been changed.
On the side of the ray was an adjustable dial with close to fifty different settings, each with a tiny symbol corresponding to the specific change the ray would induce in its target when activated on that setting.
She picked up the instruction manual. Across the front, in all caps, it said "CAUTION: ALL MODIFICATIONS ARE PERMANENT AND IRREVERSIBLE".
Amy had already known that the changes were permanent, but seeing it confirmed by the device's manual as it was laying right in front of her somehow made the decisions she would face in the next few minutes feel much more real. She flipped through the manual, but the ray was pretty self-explanatory: set, point, zap. The most valuable information was the list of behavioral modifications in the back of the book which corresponded to the settings on the dial.
Well, if I'm gonna do it anyway, there's no need worrying about it,
she thought impulsively. She set the dial to "Blowjob", pointed the ray at herself, and activated it.
Nothing happened. Or at least it
seemed
like nothing had happened. Intellectually she knew that the ray had probably affected her, since she had aimed at herself and activated it and everything, but she couldn't find any evidence that her mind had been messed with, and she didn't feel any different.
Amy thought about how it would feel to give Brian a blowjob, to see if it felt weird to her now. No, it still felt perfectly normal; in fact, she wondered why she had bought a ray to make her
not
want to give Brian blowjobs in the first place. Wait, that wasn't right, she
had
wanted to blow him. But then why hadn't she? Something wasn't making sense.
Amy retraced her thought process. She had bought the ray because she hadn't wanted to give Brian a blowjob. She had used the ray on herself. Now she wanted to give Brian a blowjob. The only logical conclusion was that it must have worked.
She was surprised at just how well the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray had apparently integrated her new cravings into her personality. It felt like she had always loved blowjobs, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It
is
the most natural thing in the world
, she reassured herself.
His cock would fit perfectly into my mouth, my tongue would drive him absolutely wild, and his gooey cum seems super yummy! Not to mention, couples should
want
to go down on each other
.
Inspired by this most recent thought, she impulsively switched the setting to what was clearly a tongue on labia, and zapped the back of her boyfriend's head as he yelled at the TV in the living room. He fell silent mid-sentence as he was surrounded by an odd golden glow for a few seconds, and then continued his rant like nothing had happened.
If I have to like it, he does too! Well, he does now, at least
, she giggled.
So that's what I looked like when I zapped myself. No wonder I don't remember it - the ray shut me down completely while it reprogrammed me.
Amy was so happy about her decision to go ahead and zap herself instead of waiting until Brian's birthday. Well, of course she was happy about it, since the device had made her feel that way, but that didn't change the fact that giving herself a blowjob craving still felt like the best idea she'd ever had. She had been so silly before, and was glad the ray had fixed her outlook. It was weird that she had even needed it in the first place. She
wanted
to make her boyfriend's cock all hard, and then tease it with her tongue until it exploded in her mouth. Who wouldn't?
She thought about all of the other settings on the ray, and knew that she'd love those changes just as much if she zapped herself with them. It was mildly tempting, but most of the other options were weird and gross, and she didn't really want to give herself any more compulsions at the moment.
What she
wanted
to do was go blow her boyfriend, but he had to leave for work, and she had friends coming over soon anyway. Frustrated, she decided she could wait until he got home that afternoon.
Her three friends arrived a half hour later, but none of them seemed overly happy to see her. This wasn't a surprise; they were her best friends, and she knew they loved her, but their friendship had felt a bit strained of late. Stephanie, the ringleader of their little group, had always had a bossy streak, but recently it had felt worse than usual for some reason. Rachel and Taylor had both gone through particularly bad breakups the month before, and seemed slightly jealous of Amy's stable long-term relationship. This jealousy had manifested in an annoying cattiness, which showed no signs of slowing down.