Sleep finally came after a few more hours, and one tentative brush between her legs that felt far, far too good for a Christian woman like her to indulge. When she did awaken again, it was dark. She must’ve passed out somewhere after the fourth or fifth sex dream. The woman in her mind had her a dozen ways, in a variety of positions.

But she hadn’t broken. She’d clung to her faith, praying away the visions. And now that it was night, she had the shower all to herself. She did a quick, brisk, icy cleanse of her sweaty skin and changed into some comfy pajamas. It helped to shed the day’s lust. Now all she needed was something to relax, which meant a quick trip to the kitchen before curling up in her favorite armchair. It was the one ritual that had been left to her after Cole began staying with her: every night, she made sleepytime tea and then drank it slowly until all the stress of the day vanished. Cole had respected her privacy when it came to this after the first night. Jennifer had threatened to pour the boiling hot contents of the electric kettle down her front, while explaining how boiling hot water could make clothing adhere to skin.

It’d been effective, but it had also been… unkind, now that Jennifer thought about it. Cole was on her side. Or, if not on her side, she wasn’t doing anything untoward. There was something almost gallant about everything she’d done for Jennifer. The knowledge stung. Between this and the way she’d wanted to fling herself at a woman who’d done nothing but make the best of a bad situation, Jennifer felt a pit forming in her stomach. Despair, doubt, and a crushing sense of unease threatened to swamp her.

Thankfully, she turned the corner and saw Cole sitting at the table in the breakfast nook. She was preoccupied, drawing a shimmering green liquid into what appeared to be some kind’ve fancy syringe as she spoke to someone who wasn’t there. The conversation Jennifer overheard helped refocus her emotions on simple, more convenient ones: ire, rage, and disgust.

“No. … No, we’re not doing that. … Jennifer is unaware.” Like hell she was unaware! Jennifer closed the gap between her and Cole in a flash. Jennifer was so fast that she took Cole unaware, yanking the syringe free from her hands before Cole could react. Cole turned to face her, panic evident on her face.

“Sarge, I’ll have to call you back,” Cole said, a blue light on her temple blinking off. Ah. “Jenni—”

“Shut the HECK up!” Jennifer yelled, brandishing the syringe. Cole attempted to stand, but Jennifer jabbed in the air with the syringe. “You stay right there!”

Cole nodded and slumped back into her seat. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay right here, but you really shouldn’t do anything with that. It’s a big dose.”

Jennifer looked at the syringe. It had some sort of button on the bottom. A small readout on the side said ‘6 mL. Ready to inject.’ She returned her gaze to Cole and held it out.

“What were you going to do with this, huh? Why am I so important to you?”

“I wasn’t going to do anything! It’s… medicine.”

“Stop. LYING! You’ve been messing with my head. Hypnotizing me. Is this the final part of your plan, huh? Inject me with this and I’ll become like Kayleigh? Just some… thing for your and your ilk to violate?”

Cole shook her head and went to stand in protest, but Jennifer took a few steps back… and brought the syringe to her carotid. Cole held out her hands, palms facing towards Jennifer. “Whoa, whoa. Okay. I’m sitting back down, but you don’t want to do that, okay?” Sure enough, Cole took a seat again. “That’s not… I don’t know what you think has been going on, but I’ve not been hypnotizing you. How would I even do that?”

“Y-your implants,” Jennifer said, her resolve draining. “I thought they were…”

“These?” Cole grazed a hand over her chest, touching a few pieces of exposed tech. “They keep me regulated. In check. That’s all. The noise from them is just them working. It can’t hurt you. I promise. And that?” She gestured to the autoinjector. “Is another piece of my regimen. It keeps me… me.”

“Really?” Tears welled in Jennifer’s eyes.

“Really.”

Jennifer sighed. “Oh, thank God. I was really worried that you were gonna inje— HNNG!” The sting at her neck was followed by the cold sensation of something flooding into her arteries. She gasped, dropping the syringe. Now Cole was up and moving, bracing Jennifer’s shoulders.

“You… really shouldn’t have done that,” Cole said.

“You don’t tell me… what to d-wuuuhh,” Jennifer slurred, overtaken by a crashing wave of fuzziness. She stumbled forward, crashing into the solid muscle of Cole’s body. Cole stepped back, and then sunk into the chair once again as whatever had been scratching at Jennifer’s mind this whole time became more insistent. It howled and bayed and barked. It needed to be heard. Any control over her muscles was gone, her whole body a ragdoll.

Cole’s words were distant. Something about how Jennifer needed to stay conscious and not let it take her. “The stars tell lies,” Cole said. But how could they when they were so pretty? Pretty things didn’t tell lies to people like Jennifer. They told truths. And the truths it told Jennifer were profound and sickening. Depraved and sadomasochistic. They were everything she’d held back.

Cole tried to prop her up, but her hands must’ve slipped. Instead, Jennifer’s head slumped in between Cole’s legs, burying her face in the hound’s crotch. So close. She was so close. The thrum was ssssssso good. It was so thick, so powerful, so meaty. Or was that just Cole’s cock she was feeling? “Y-your…” Jennifer huffed in a deep breath, letting out a contented hum as the stench of Cole’s cock permeated her psyche. “You smell s-so good. So strong. I need your cock in my mouth.”

Then she realized what she said. It was this moment that broke Jennifer. Truly, genuinely broke something in her. Or, the stars told her to break. And the stars never lied to Jennifer. They were too pretty to lie. Jennifer went away, hiding in some other place in our mind, and I woke up from a sleep I didn’t realize I’d been sleeping.

But… what was I doing again? Everything was strange. I blinked, raising my head slightly. My body didn’t feel like my own, and it wasn’t just because of the way everything glittered and skittered across my vision. I was supposed to be here for a reason. I was… doing something? There was a scent that felt incredible each time I huffed it in, so I focused on that. Long breaths in through the nose as it got deeper, and deeper into me. I dunno how long passed before I needed to get closer. So I nuzzled my face in and felt the contours of… cock.

Hound cock. Cole. Oh. Oh, I’d been drugged. Or, Jennifer had, and whatever it was had brought down the walls. That was something I knew. I was always here, somewhere. A faint star in the constellation of Jennifer’s mind, only visible if you squinted and really knew what you were looking for. She buried me deep in her mind. She’d shamed me for my appetites. Hated me for what I wanted because she needed to hate. Now all of that was going away as the drugs took hold.

And as I nuzzled against that wonderful cock, I began to understand my purpose. I was here to do what Jennifer couldn’t, even as every part of her body begged for her to be brave enough. I was supposed to be the rabid houndslut that’d been waiting to be raped and taken advantage of by Cole. Every “bad” thought Jennifer had? Hey. That was me.

Yeah. That could be me. I could be awful in all the ways she was chaste. I could be something else. Something worse. I thought about the constraints that had held her and found they weren’t holding me back at all. No sense of propriety, no morality to uphold, no silly ethical requirements to stop me. I was here to get fucked by any means necessary. That was my role. That was my reason for being. I was going to be a slut for hound cock. Speaking of…

I wasted no time pulling down Cole’s zipper to fish out that fucking incredible cock. It sprang free from her boxers like it’d been waiting for just this moment. All I could do was stare, mouth agape and drooling, at its veins and the way it trembled slightly with every heartbeat thundering through it. And the scent. The scent was revelatory and potent: musky, acrid, with just enough saltiness to drive a fucking whore like me wild.

Jennifer whispered to me that this wasn’t okay. I responded by putting Cole’s cock in my mouth. That shut Jennifer up real quick. She needed this, too: before I was something separate and feral, I was her. If I didn’t do this, then what the fuck was the reason for her mind breaking? Why was I here, if not to be a dumb plaything for a hound?

Cole groaned out some half-hearted protest as I swirled my tongue around the tip of her impressive girth. I popped her head out of my mouth, giving it a quick kiss.

“Shut the fuck up, mutt. This is what you’re good for, so fuck my face,” I said. God, I wanted to go so much further; but I knew that Jennifer was still there, somewhere, and she’d disapprove. She’d still have to deal with whatever happened next. Waking up with her precious Merino wool pj’s covered in dried hound cum would probably be funny to see, but she was fragile. It’d take time to turn her into the unhinged harlot she wanted me to make her into.

Which is why I settled for Cole shoving me back down on her until I was gagging. Fuck. Fuck, it was so hot. We’d both been dancing around what this was, and the way that Cole was pulsing and twitching told me I wouldn’t have long to appreciate how good this felt before Cole unloaded. And that musk. Christ in Heaven, what a fucking scent. I could feel the way the drugs were linking it to the state of frantic need I felt. It was so devious… and it only made everything that much hotter.

Jennifer was so fucked. It didn’t much matter if she wouldn’t recall it tomorrow; this moment broke her permanently. Everything being stripped from her brain left a void, and what filled it in was a need for more of this: more degradation, more pain, more of that musk that seemed to make her drip with the desire to be bred and abused. It was only a matter of time until she caught up. And from somewhere else in my mind, I felt the smallest twinge of joy at the prospect. It was followed by the much larger twinge in my mouth as Cole unleashed a torrent of cum. I gulped, my throat bulging, as my sleepytime tea slid down my throat. Nice and warm, no kettle required.

When I finally let Cole’s dick out of my mouth with a loud “pop”, she looked pissed. Furious that I’d done this to her. She gripped my hair tighter and forced me to stare into those bloody irises. “That can never happen again,” she growled. Straining against her hold, I delivered a kiss to the tip her of her cock.

“Of course not.”