James was true to his word. Since the day he’d supposedly turned Fabiola into his brainwashed, devoted sex slave, he’d pulled two equally inventive pranks. Even more remarkably, he somehow convinced a couple of her friends to take part. She’d never have expected them to want to play a joke with James - mostly because, historically, neither of them much liked him. But she guessed they were willing to set their differences aside, in the interest of playing along with a well-planned prank.

He messaged her just over a week later, as she was wandering out of Starbucks. It read ‘thank god it’s Pranksday’, followed by a link to an OnlyFans page. Fabi frowned momentarily - it felt inappropriate for him to be sending her a porn account - but then her expression cleared as ‘Pranksday’ sank in. Of course, this was a new prank. She should play along.

Sipping her matcha latte, she opened the link to find herself on a page for someone called ‘Angel K’. She scrolled down, and was utterly astonished to see her friend Kyla. Much more of Kyla than she’d ever expected to see, in fact. In the first video she found, pinned to the top of the profile, the buxom blonde was sprawled across her white bedspread staring intently at a camera positioned high above her, totally naked with her limbs akimbo.

This would’ve been shocking coming from pretty much any of Fabi’s friends, but particularly from Kyla. The girl was a devout Christian. She was going to school to be a pastor, for Christ’s sake, and had been volunteering at their local church in some capacity or another since she was eight years old. She lacked a lot of the more negative attributes religious folks often exhibited - bigotry, zealotry and the like - but otherwise she was the very definition of modesty and temperance. Her quiet faith and genuinely well-meaning ways made her impossible to dislike, and she rarely had a bad word to say about anyone.

James was one of the few people Kyla had commented on negatively, if only to back Mika up. After that first prank where he ‘asked Fabi out’, which she thought was real at the time, she’d discussed it with her two friends, feeling guilty about laughing at him. While reassuring her, Mika remarked that she never really liked or trusted James anyway - she’d always thought something about him was off. Kyla tried to stay impartial at first, but soon awkwardly admitted she’d gotten weird vibes from him too. The opinions of both her friends - especially the more tolerant Kyla - had started to sway Fabi’s own thoughts, and she’d been considering whether or not to distance herself from James. In fact, when he’d invited her to his place, she was thinking of making it a farewell visit - of gently breaking off their friendship face to face, figuring he deserved that much at least.

The next thing she knew, they were pulling a protracted prank where he supposedly hypnotised and enslaved her, fucked her face, covered her with cum and stuffed her in a garbage bag overnight. And with the realisation that him asking her out was another joke, things were settled between them - neither had any grievance with the other. Fabi certainly wasn’t about to cut contact with him. He was one of her best friends, whom she trusted completely - indeed, enough to let him use her naked body like a toy. There was just one issue left - that her other two best friends disliked and distrusted him.

But now, James had convinced Kyla to start an OnlyFans?! All in the service of a prank, sure, but still... This was mind-blowing. Fabi couldn’t have been more stunned if she’d been whacked in the face with a protein bar (again). She couldn’t process that she was staring at an image of her prim, proper pal with her pussy on display, not to mention her heaving tits. And this was just the first frame of a ten-minute long video.

This, she had to see.

Hurrying home, she pressed play on the pinned video as soon as she’d shut her front door behind her. “Welcome, one and all,” Kyla purred, in a sultry tone quite unlike her. “I’m Angel K, and I’ve been sent to bless your day. Give thanks and praise the Lord, as you show your devotion to my heavenly form...”

She continued on in that vein, weaving mangled scripture with thinly-veiled euphemisms, as she began to roll her hips and rub her buttocks in a circular motion on the duvet beneath her, her visibly wet pussy slowly spiralling on the screen. Fabi’s jaw hung agape in astonishment - and, she had to admit, arousal - as she leaned back against the wall, transfixed by the footage of her friend. She couldn’t take her eyes off Kyla’s ‘sacred garden’, as she called it, its circuitous motions almost mesmerising.

Before long, ‘Angel K’ snaked a hand between her widespread legs and began to caress her slit, fingering herself in a way Fabi imagined she never had before. (Although she never tried to pressure others into following her example, Kyla made no secret of her moderation or abstinence from worldly pleasures, presumably including the sexual kind. Mika often joked that if she were ever to try to emulate Kyla, she’d have to wear a chastity belt.) In all fairness to her, the aspiring reverend was doing an admirable job getting into her camgirl character, interspersing her bizarre sermon with all the right moans and gasps as she probed her pussy ever deeper and more vigorously. It was even turning Fabi on, and she knew it was just a prank.

Fake or genuine, she still couldn’t quite process the sight of Kyla cumming on camera only a couple of minutes later, thrashing on the duvet with her fingers embedded deep in her crevice, her smouldering eyes never wavering from the viewers (or rather, voyeurs) watching her. “Thank you, Lord, for this gift of the flesh,” the girl gasped, still rubbing herself remorselessly. “And for the gift of as much pleasure as we can endure...”

Within minutes, she worked herself up to another orgasm, her hand never slowing its pace as she finger-blasted her way through it. As she came for the third time, a jet of fluid fired from her ripe cunt, soaking the bedspread beneath her. Fabi did a double take. She’d already seen more of her pious friend than she’d ever expected to see - the discovery that Kyla was a squirter was more than she’d ever wanted to know. She imagined she’d be slightly disgusted by the revelation, were this not all a big joke Kyla and James were playing for her benefit.

Seemingly spent, Kyla went limp on the duvet and gazed up at the camera with a dreamy, satisfied smile. “Good night, and God bless.” She blew the camera a kiss, and the video ended.

Fabi shook her head in astonishment and arousal, absently pawing herself through her shorts as she scrolled through the rest of Kyla’s page. It had been active for less than two days, and yet there were already four videos on there, and over two dozen nude selfies. Deciding to take a closer look later, Fabi instead sent Kyla a text: ‘Hey ‘Angel K’, james sent me ur OF. When were you gonna tell me about thhis girlie?? Kind of a big move for u, future pastor...’

The blonde swiftly replied, ‘James helped me find my true path. God made my body to be shown off to strangers on the Internet. I am His perfect pornographic creation’.

It was all so out of character, Fabi almost gave the game away in the very next message, going to type that she knew it was all a prank. But she stopped herself. That wouldn’t be playing along. She had to pretend she believed and accepted what Kyla was saying.

So instead she wrote, ‘Cant argue with that logic. And it was super fucking hot ngl, tho kinda weird because ur my pal. But i support you 1000%. Good luck Saint Slut ;)’.

Kyla replied, ‘Tysm Fabi, your support means the world to me. I’m blessed to have you in my life. <3’ Fabi was smiling happily at how well she’d played along, when her friend sent a follow-up message that made her eyebrows shoot up: ‘I’ll send you a personalised video by way of thanks. ;) <3’

She was halfway through composing a reply politely declining, when she thought better of it - accepting it, even making a request for it, would be better for the prank. Deleting what she’d already typed, she instead wrote, ‘Done any anal yet?? ;)’

‘Not so far, but if that’s what you wish to see... I am your humble servant. 0:)’

***

As flabbergasting as that was, the stunt James and Mika pulled was almost more impressive still. Fabi was bewildered one afternoon by a text from James that read, ‘hey trash cum meet me @ mikas parents house’. It’d be weird enough if they were meeting at Mika’s own apartment, given her and James’ mutual low-level hostility, but her family’s home? That was even more peculiar. But it was nothing compared to what Fabi found when she got there.

Although actually, the incongruity helped her twig faster that this was likely to be another extravagant farce, courtesy of James’ strange brain. The fact that he’d addressed her as Trash was something of a clue. He still called her that quite often, and she let him because, honestly, it made her laugh. It had become an in-joke between them, a fun little callback to the night of degradation they’d spent together - and a way of subtly signifying that he was planning more mischief.

So Fabiola was already braced for the bizarre when she reached Mika’s family’s house. Nothing could have prepared her, though, to see her bestie on all fours at James’ heel, naked but for a chunky pink collar around her neck and a matching leash, the end of which James held in his hand. At the sight of her friend, Mika rocked back to sit on her legs, her palms planted on the carpet before her, and gazed up at Fabi with wide, horrorstruck eyes, letting out a series of high-pitched whines.

Fabi stared back and forth between them, unsure how she was supposed to respond, as James reached down to give Mika soft pats on the head. Mika’s eyes rolled back and she rubbed her head against his palm, her mouth hanging out and her tongue lolling out, giving all appearances of loving being treated like a pet. But once he removed his hand, she blinked dazedly and seemed to realise what just happened, an expression of mortification clouding her features. She bowed her head, an embarrassed little yap escaping her mouth like a hiccup.

James stepped towards Fabi, leaning in to murmur in her ear, and confided that he’d hypnotised Mika too. An amused smile grew across Fabi’s face as he explained that her friend was stuck acting like a puppy, completely controlled by her canine compulsions, unable to speak like a person, stand on two legs, or move of her own volition when someone held her leash. She was fully aware of her predicament, yet could do nothing about it, trapped within her own body.

“Teach her to bitch about me,” he chuckled softly. “Now she is a bitch. A bitch in heat, to be precise.” Reaching back with his leg, he placed his foot between Mika’s spread legs. Almost immediately, she began to roll her hips, rubbing her crotch against the heel of his shoe, her tongue tumbling out again as she panted ardently.

“Of course, you need to act like she’s a puppy too,” James told Fabi conspiratorially. “I told her I’d hypnotised you, too. Didn’t want her thinking you could help her...”

Fabi let out a low whistle. Damn, this one was convoluted. She and Mika each had to pretend to think the other had been helplessly hypnotised? She was supposed to act like Mika was a puppy while knowing she wasn’t, and Mika had to act like Fabi was mesmerised and oblivious to her plight when she knew she wasn’t?! James’ mind really did fascinate her.

Keen to get started, Fabi stepped towards her kneeling friend as James moved his shoe, the heel visibly gleaming where Mika had polished it with her cunt juices. “Who’s a good girl?” Fabi cooed, giving Mika more headrubs. The puppy girl writhed under her hand, panting rapidly, the corners of her gaping mouth twitching into a dopey smile. Wow, she’s really getting into this, Fabi mused, even as she said, “That’s right! You’re a good girl! Good girl...!”

Letting Fabi praise and pet the puppy for another minute, James finally gave the leash a tug, bringing Mika back onto all fours with a startled, gulping yelp. He led her through to the living room, closely followed by Fabi, who finally noticed the thick furry tail protruding from between her puppy pal’s buttocks, presumably attached to a plug. She shook her head in amazement at Mika’s commitment to her role.

Even more shockingly, Mika’s parents were in on the act as well. They each sat in separate armchairs in the lounge, her father scrolling through his phone, her mother watching a property show on daytime TV. Without looking away from the news article he was reading, Mika’s dad reached down to give her a quick pat as James led her past. Her mom was more enthusiastic at the sight of her, hopping up from her seat and striding over to give her headpats and scritches, ignoring the imploring look on her daughter’s face that faded into an expression of euphoria.

“You’re taking good care of our sweet girl, I hope, James?” she asked with a playful raised eyebrow.

“Of course, Mrs. Hayes,” James said smoothly. “I’m treating little Mimi exactly how she deserves.” He gave Mika a swift kick on her left butt cheek as if to emphasise his point, making her squeak reproachfully.

“Not so little any more,” Mrs. Hayes chuckled, seeming not to notice the casual ‘animal abuse’. “She’s coming up on three and a half now. In human terms, that’s about 25!”

Fabiola grinned appreciatively. She still couldn’t quite believe that Mika’s parents, particularly her famously humourless father, were participating in this prank. But Mrs. Hayes had evidently embraced the premise. She’d even worked out what Mika’s age would be if she actually were a dog! That was the kind of attention to detail Fabi liked.

“And how are you, sweetheart?” Mika’s mom said, straightening up and drawing Fabi into a hug. “It’s always such a pleasure to see you!”

“I’m, uh, I’m not bad, Mrs. Hayes,” Fabi chuckled lightly. “Just, y’know, James and I thought we’d stop by and say hi, if that’s OK...”

“Don’t be silly, of course it is,” the older woman assured her. “You know you can stop by and see Mimi whenever you like. You’ve been so helpful to us the past few years, taking her for walks and playing with her. I still feel bad for not paying you, you know - you really should let us...”

Fabi stifled a snort. So Mika’s parents had translated their friendship into Fabi being their volunteer dogwalker...? That was genius. “N-no, don’t worry about it,” she stammered. “I just like spending time with her, I don’t need any money from you.”

“Well, if you’re sure, dear. And please, call me Sofia!”

“You can pay me,” James interjected. “If I come walk her sometimes. I’ll gladly accept payment!”

“It’s a deal,” Sofia said warmly, completely failing to notice her doggy-fied daughter glaring at James.

“Great. Hey, remind me - when’s Cameron back from college?”

“Next Friday,” Sofia answered, absently petting Mika again, running her fingers through her short, light brown hair, twiddling one of the thin blonde highlights. “You’re still coming round that afternoon, right?”

“Of course. Need to make sure she’s learned everything she needs to.” He shot a meaningful glance at the puppy girl on the floor, and then winked at Fabi. She grinned, understanding his meaning. Cameron must not be involved in the prank, since she wasn’t here yet. James still needed to ‘brainwash’ her too.

“I’m so looking forward to seeing her. It’s been so hard having our little girl away from home... Lucky we had this sweetheart to keep us company!” Mrs. Hayes beamed, still stroking her elder daughter’s caramel hair. Mika whimpered plaintively. Fabi struggled to keep a straight face at the sight of her desperate expression.

“Alright, well, we should let you get on with your day,” James said decisively. “I’ll feed and walk Mimi for you.”

“You’re too kind. In fact, if you’re already helping us, we should start paying you at once.” Sofia glanced back across the room at her husband. “Alistair, do you have any cash for this fine young man?”

“I’ve got fifty dollars on me right now,” Alistair Hayes said absently, still reading the news on his phone. “You can have it whenever you like.”

“You’re too kind,” James smirked.

He tugged Mika’s leash, pulling her away from her mother and towards the door that led through to the kitchen. Fabi followed, but paused as his pace slowed near a corner table, from which he retrieved what looked like a metronome. Fabi guessed that was what he was supposed to have used to mesmerise the family.

Seemingly unable to stop herself, Mika backed towards the table, bowed down slightly, and pressed her slavering cunt against its leg. No sooner had she begun to grind against the sharp wooden edge than Sofia was scurrying across the room, shouting, “No! Bad girl! Get away!” She gave Mika a hard slap on the ass, and the supposedly brainwashed bitch sprang forwards with a yelp.

“Sorry about that,” James said ruefully.

“No that’s on me, I should’ve warned you - keep her away from furniture. She’s a very... affectionate dog, and she has a tendency to hump anything she gets near. Just keep her on a tight leash and you’ll be fine,” Sofia said with an encouraging smile.

James smiled snidely. “I can do that.”

Entering the kitchen, James led Mika to a white porcelain dog bowl in the corner, which had been monogrammed with the name ‘Mimi’. Fabi stood to one side and watched, unsure if her friend was really prepared to play along to the extent where she would actually eat dog food. She couldn’t express how astounded and impressed she was when Mika did indeed wolf down the meaty chunks James poured out for her, licking up every trace of gravy at the bottom of the bowl and smeared around her mouth, staring balefully up at her ‘hypnotist’ the whole time. He then set out another bowl full of cool, clear water, which she begrudgingly gulped down.

Then it was time for her walk. Fabi half-expected James to actually take ‘Mimi’ on a tour of her street, but apparently that’d draw too much attention from neighbours who weren’t in on the joke. Instead they went for a wander around her back garden, which was still large enough to get in some good walkies - particularly when they circled around it enough times to lose count.

Fabi and James chatted casually throughout each circuit of the sizeable lawn, paying little attention to Mika (at least outwardly - Fabi always had one sly eye on her friend, enthralled by her performance). The puppy-fied girl trudged between them, making her humilation and anger as apparent as she could within the restrictions of her role. She barked, and growled, and dragged her feet (or rather, her hands and knees), forcing James to yank her leash and boot her in the butt a few more times - neither of which he seemed to mind doing. Eventually she seemed to accept her situation and settled into a rhythmic pace, though she kept on glowering in James’ direction.

Eventually James slowed to a stop near the edge of the garden, forcing Fabi and Mika to halt as well. Turning to the crouched, collared girl just behind him, he gestured towards the flowerbed that was Sofia Hayes’ pride and joy. “Go ahead, girl. Do your business.” Fabi’s eyebrows shot up as he cackled at the horrified expression on Mika’s face. “Why’d you think we’re out here, bitch? Where did you think dogs go when they need to... well, to go? You’ve had a full bowl of water, I expect you need it.”

Mika glanced at the flowers, and then back up at James, her face frantic, her hands - or rather, her paws - raised before her chest, begging for mercy. “Go on girl, go pee-pee,” he replied remorselessly, tugging her leash towards the flowerbed, ending any hope of clemency from him. Her head bowed to hide her mortified face, Mika shuffled sideways until she reached the border between grass and soil, and lifted her left leg high. Unable to tear her gaze away, Fabi gaped as she watched her friend drench her own mother’s azaleas.

Once she was done, James pulled a bundled-up piece of material out of his pocket - which Fabi recognised as one of Mika’s favourite crop tops - and wiped her between the legs with it, before dumping it on the soaked soil. Then he started back towards the house, Mika trotting along behind him without a flicker of resistance this time, a defeated, desolate look on her face - as if pissing in front of people had completely crushed her resolve. Which, Fabi was sure it would, in real life.

She deserves a frickin’ Oscar for this, she said to herself. She’d never seen Mika look so... broken. It almost looked real, although Fabi knew it wasn’t - none of this was. It was all just a prank.

Back inside, James washed his hands in the kitchen sink, and then led Mika (and Fabi) into the corridor leading to the front door. Hanging the end of the leash on the handle of the cupboard under the stairs, he crouched down, coming face to face with the girl he’d supposedly brainwashed. “We gotta make a move now, Mimi,” he told her. “Enjoy your new life as the family dog.”

Mika’s face - which had been glazed and listless since they’d come back indoors - came alive with shock, contorting with dread, disbelief and desperation, her head trembling violently on her neck. James laughed. “Oh, what, did you think I’d set you free of this? No, no no no,” he taunted her, tapping her on the nose. “You’re staying like this, bitch.”

Seeming to realise he would not relent, she scurried towards Fabi, her ‘paws’ scrabbling at the denim of her jeans, barking and yapping and gazing at her beseechingly. Her panic almost seemed sincere. This pretence of trying to break free of James’ ‘control’ was incredible - acting to rival Fabi’s own, she thought.

And she had to play her part. She had to behave as if she couldn’t perceive Mika’s pleading, as if she saw her only as a puppy. A puppy who was working herself up into quite a state. How would she pacify an agitated little doggie, Fabi wondered...?

“Play dead,” she commanded, snapping her fingers. Helpless to resist, Mika flopped onto her back on the floor, still staring up at her friend with wide, imploring eyes. But her expression changed to one of ecstasy as Fabi crouched down and began to tickle her belly, rolling from side to side on her back with her paws pressed against her neck, her tongue draped down her chin, her breaths coming in rapid pants, her legs kicking in the air. She gave every impression of being totally overpowered by the tummy tickles, defenceless and delighted.

And aroused. Even if Fabi didn’t know she was in heat, she could see Mika’s hips jerking as she thrashed beneath her hands. For an extra treat, Fabi pressed her denim-clad shin against Mika’s slavering snatch, letting her rut against it, as she continued to convulse at Fabi’s fingers dancing across her stomach. Before long, Fabi found the sweet spot that made Mika’s left leg spasm more violently than ever in mid-air, and she doubled down on that point until she felt the puppy girl gush against her leg.

Satisfied, Fabi stood up and backed away, leaving her friend lying limply on the carpet. She and James went and said their goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, with James collecting the promised $50. By the time they returned to the front corridor, Mika was back up on all fours, though swaying unsteadily, a lust-drunk look on her face. She staggered after them as they headed towards the front door, but couldn’t get far as her leash went taut, keeping her chained to the cupboard door. She watched them approach the exit with anguished eyes, letting out piteous howls that would’ve surely pulled at Fabi’s heartstrings, if she didn’t know it was all an act.

“Don’t worry, I’ve made sure her parents’ll take proper care of her,” James reassured her, as if worried she actually was feeling sympathy for the ‘brainwashed’ girl. “And I’ll be back to check on her, now and again.”

“As long as you’re getting paid,” Fabi sniggered, as they stepped outside.

“You know it,” he said with a wicked grin as he closed the door behind them, cutting off the woeful whimpers of the brainwashed bitch inside.

***

Fabiola had been marvelling at her friends’ performances in the weeks since. She’d never have expected Kyla or Mika to go so far out of their own comfort zones, and make such spectacles of themselves - even for the sake of pranks. She was so proud of them for playing along!

But what was even more amazing than the sight of saintly Kyla as a slutty camgirl, or Mika reduced to a literal bitch on a leash, was the fact that both pranks were still ongoing. ‘Angel K’ was still posting content, documenting her exploration of her sexuality with a dozen photos and at least a couple of videos each day. Her steadily increasing audience got to see her pleasure herself in every hole, try out a variety of dildos and butt plugs of different shapes and sizes, and even perform with other models, both male and female.

And every time Fabi had stopped by the Hayes household, Mika was still there, still stuck on all fours, nude but for her collar, leash and tail plug, her expression melancholy unless she was getting headpats or tummy tickles, or if she was helplessly humping anything that neared her hindquarters. Her parents, and now her younger sister Cameron, continued to treat her like nothing more than the family dog, feeding her from bowls, taking her for walks around the garden, and making her do her business in the flowerbeds.

Fabi was awestruck by her friends’ total commitment to the bit - not to mention Mika’s family. She knew James must be overjoyed with how well these pranks had played out. She was delighted too, although if she were honest with herself, she was a teeny, tiny bit put out at being relegated to the sidelines in the last two stunts. She missed being in the limelight.

With this latest ruse, though, it seemed Fabiola was the focus once more. James had another prank planned for her, and if the last three were any indication, they’d be degrading, humiliating, and possibly quite uncomfortable.

Fabi couldn’t wait. She squirmed eagerly in her bonds in the car boot, so excited to see what fresh hell awaited her at the end of her journey...