I felt a light tap on my shoulder. A gentle, curious touch as I trudged through the dark streets of a run down part of Osaka. I turned around to see a skinny, practically androgynous figure. In the darkness, and with their mystical appearance, I couldn’t tell.

“Can I help you?” I reluctantly asked. This place wasn’t known for its safety, and sex trafficking had been on the rise.
A streetlight came on after I spoke, illuminating their appearance. The level of androgyny stayed. I had no clue about the ethereal, white-haired figure that stood before me with a gentle smile on their face. Instinctively, I suppose I loosened up a bit.

Then, they spoke. Their voice was high and airy, and had a dreamy quality to it. “Yes! Hi! So sorry to bother you, but do you know where the Gesshoku Bar is? My service is pretty spotty..”

A bar? That doesn’t seem like their vibe, but who am I to judge?

“Oh, Gesshoku? I went there once. It’s down this street about three blocks and then to the left. ‘S not the best booze though, you sure that’s your destination?”

“Really? I’ll have to see for myself, then..”

“Right. Well-”

“You’ll come with me, right?”

Why the hell would I go to a random bar with a stranger? That’d be-

I smelled something lightly citrusy at that moment, possibly mixed with just a little sweat. Their perfume? Hard to say. Anyway, what was I thinking?

“Of course, yeah, let’s go. It might’ve just been a bad night. We’ll see if it’s any better today.”

“Good! I’m Kei, by the way. It’s great to meet you.”

Kei. Right. That’s a nice name.

“Reiko,” I offered in return, pairing it with a confident smile that I’m not used to giving people I met five minutes ago, especially in back-alley Osaka. We walked in a comfortable silence, the lingering scent surrounding Kei still lingered. It smelled nice. Very nice.

We got to the bar some seven minutes later, and they gently opened the door for me. The slightly familiar landscape of the bar came into view, and the gentle, slow music contrasted with the vibrant red lights that surrounded the small, but truly opulent bar. The man working at the counter bowed at me hard when I came in, with a near nervous look on his face. Then I realized the bow wasn’t for me; it was for the admittedly cute figure that strolled in behind me.

“Master Kei, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon,” the man said, his naturally gruff voice clearly softening in what could only be described as reverence as Kei beckoned me to follow them through the bar.

Wait a minute, they’ve been here before? Why did they need directions-?

Sniff..

The smell was stronger now, and with it came a tingly feeling spreading throughout my body. Was there something on my mind? Oh well.

“Coming?” Kei asked me, seeing my obviously vacant expression, and I could see the faintest trace of a smirk playing on their face, but I didn’t acknowledge it. Couldn’t acknowledge it. I followed them through a previously locked door without question. Trust felt natural, weirdly. Past the door was a dimly lit hallway, eerie flags lining the walls that all bore the same symbol: a spiral that vaguely resembled the shape of a collar.

They led me through the first door on the left, into a room that was empty, barring an altar that sat in the middle, dimly lit by a candle that sat atop it. It was captivating, and engraved in the wood was the same symbol that I’d seen on the walls. The symbol was becoming captivating, too. I watched Kei walk near the altar, and as they placed their hand gently upon the top, my legs caved in, and I was kneeling on the tiled stone floor around ten feet from the altar. A moment later, the room was lit up. The candle emitted a huge flame now that covered the entire room, and the flames renovated themselves, molding their shape and seemingly coagulated into the same spiral shape.

“Welcome, Reiko. I appreciate you coming along so willingly,” Kei giggled with the same innocent voice, but a look that didn’t match it as they leaned down and kneaded my hair with their incredibly soft hand. “I’m sorry to hear about your bad first experience at the bar. I was hoping to offer you some consolation, and get you drunk on something else instead.”

It was hard to think, but fucking impossible to protest as they pulled an adorable black collar from their pocket, and snapped it on my neck.

I watched as Kei gently ran a finger down my neck, lingering on the collar. “Welcome to the cult, puppy. We really hope you enjoy your stay.”

The scent was stronger now, not just putting a haze over my mind, but leaving a tinge of arousal with every inhale. The much more pressing issue was that it wasn’t originating from Kei, but from the collar itself, and whether the scent was psychosomatic or not, it sure as hell permeated my nose, and was beginning to make me so horny that it was getting hard to think straight.

“That’s it, puppy,” they gently cooed as they pulled me into a hug, their voice caressing my ears. “That heat building in your core must be so unbearable..” As they said it, the aforementioned heat took front and center in my thoughts, and I stifled a moan so as to not be unsightly.

“Do you want to touch yourself, puppy?”

Fuck, yes.

All I could let out was a light whimper as I looked into Kei’s gentle blue eyes, waiting for their permission, their command. It felt so good to obey. So easy. Like it was normal to have no thoughts of my own.

“Start rubbing through your clothes, puppy,” I heard Kei breathlessly giggle against my ear, and my hands moved before my mind could even catch up. As my slender fingers made contact, the moan that erupted out of my previously sealed shut lips was not so quiet. It was loud, ugly, but I couldn’t care; I couldn’t hear it. All I could hear was Kei’s voice, like velvet stroking my ears as I rubbed to its slow and ever-changing rhythm.

“Faster, puppy, knowing that the faster you orgasm, the faster all those pesky thoughts of your old life will fade away into the aftershocks of bliss. You want that, don’t you, puppy?”

I answered in moans. It was the only sound I remembered.

“Such a good puppy, and now with every single flick of your fingers across that thin fabric, memories fade. Whoever you used to be isn’t important, right?”

I moaned as I fervently shook my head, the heat doubling and tripling the closer I got. I felt my folds start to clench.

“There we go, puppy. So close for me. So close to washing that old life away in an explosion of pure, unadulterated pleasure as you..” they paused for a moment. “Orgasm for me. Your thoughts torn away at the seams. Useless, futile; anything that doesn’t pertain to the cult? Gone.”

Blank.

Spent.

Reborn.

“Hello~” I heard a sweet voice call out. “Good to meet you, my horny puppy.”