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"I just don't have any ideas for it," the bull huffed as he drank the last of his tea.

"Oh come on," the wolf snorted into his own mug. "You mean to tell me that you don't have a single one? You had a dozen stories published in the past two years."

"It was ten," Jack said, glaring at his host. "And only one of them was for you. I don't know if I can do that again."

"It's an anthology, not a mountain," Jeff replied. He set his tea on the table. "I'm positive you can get in again."

"I don't know," the roan bull sighed. "It's still the anthology. You and your team are super selective. And I still don't have an idea for it."

"It's an erotic anthology. So two people having sex might be a good place to start. And you identify as gay, so have them both be male. There you go."

Jack glared at the dark gray wolf as Jeff picked up his cup again. Probably to hide a smirk the bull guessed. He shook his head: his friend could go on and on about how it was just another anthology, the same as all the others, but it did nothing to change the perception of the writing community. Getting into Jeff's anthology was considered a great accomplishment. Jack had pulled the feat off last year on his first try, before he knew that Jeff edited the work under a pen name. The editing process had brought some of their mutual kinks to light, and added "benefits" to their established friendship.

"I'll try and think of something. After tonight," the bull snorted. "This isn't our writing meet up."

"It could be fodder for it," Jeff chuckled. The wolf set his tea down and reached for a pocket watch.

"Sure it could. If your anthology was for kinks. I'm not sure anything we do is vanilla enough for it."

"Oh you just have to make sure the focus is on character and not on the kink itself. You never know what might get in. But for now, are you ready?"

Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The big revelation that had come from discovering Jeff's pen name was that both of them had a mutual interest in hypnosis. And not only that, the wolf moonlighted as a hypnotherapist. Usually that remained well above board and with no sexual encounters allowed. But for certain kinky friends, exceptions could be made. Jack had become one of those exceptions.

"Yeah," the bull replied. "Think we'll get to the point where we can actually do some stuff soon?"

"Hopefully," the wolf said as he held out the watch. "It takes time to get you used to being in the trance though. Can't rush it."

"I know, I know." Jack leaned back and made himself comfortable.

The bull knew hypnosis didn't work like it did in the bad porn stories that were his guilty pleasure--at least at first. Jeff had assured him that if the proper suggestions were implanted, it could work that way. But first, the person being hypnotized had to get used to being in a trance--and that worked differently for each person.

At first, they had tried Jeff's tried and true method of just having the bull close his eyes and listen as Jeff attempted to guide him with words into a trance. But Jack's mind kept wandering. During the next session, the writer had suggested a visual focus--like a pocket watch or classic spinning spiral. That seemed to have helped, at least as far as Jack could remember. He'd missed about an hour of that evening. Jeff said that he'd gone into a trance that time, but nothing had happened. The third session, they practiced putting him under and pulling him out of the trance. Jack had gone home happy. Happy enough to get over his usual hang up of being sensitive about being overweight and taking some "sexy" pics. Hopefully this time, they could actually do something like in those stories.

"Alright," Jeff said as he let the watch swing like a pendulum. "Relax. Deep breaths. In. And out. In. And out. Keep your eyes on the watch and let yourself relax. In. And out."

As the wolf continued, Jack had to admit that adding the watch had been a good idea. It was getting easier to let his mind go quiet with the swinging time piece to focus his attention on. Just watch it swing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His breathing fell into the rhythm of Jeff's words: in, out; in, out.

"Sleepy bull."

His eyes closed shut, as if lead weights were attached to them. His mind went completely blank, not even thinking of the watch or his breathing. The bull felt like he was floating and a contented sigh escaped his muzzle. It felt so good.

"Well, good to know that worked," a voice penetrated the haze of Jack's mind. "Next time we might try skipping the watch routine. Now then, what to do with an entranced bull?"

Jack didn't have an answer for that. Anything the voice suggested would be fine with him. It was so nice that anything it suggested would be a good idea. The bull let out a low moo.

"Doing alright over there?"

"Yes," Jack replied automatically. It was true, and answering right away made him feel even better. Good enough that he felt a stirring below his waist.

"That's good. Just need to make sure before we go any further."

The voice was right. And so caring.

"Alright then. Still okay to have play times?"

"Yes." The answer was instant, as if there was no other possible answer. Some part of knew that he could give a different response, but that one just felt right.

"Good. Just a couple more things. You said that what you wanted was ultimately to have a 'Pet Bull' headspace you can slip in and out of. You still want that? You want to be a Pet Bull, who can just let his mind go quiet and focus on play? A Pet Bull who can just let his Master take care of him? Is that what you want? To be a good Pet Bull?"

Pet Bull. Each repetition of the term made is sound better and better. It would be so nice just to be a pet and let master take care of him. He could just be, and not worry about anything.

"Yes," he whispered. "Want to be a Pet Bull."

"Pet Bulls are submissive. Pet Bulls are carefree. Pet Bulls take pleasure in serving their masters. Ugh. Remind me in a week to teach you how to write proper inductions. These ones you gave me are silly."

"Yes, Master."

"Right." Master took a deep breath and continued. He went on for some time, explaining how Pet Bulls behaved, how good it was to be a Pet Bull, and how easy it was to become a Pet Bull when Jack (whoever that was) heard Master say the phrase. The words sank into Pet's mind, ready to be recalled when needed. Master paused. Pet waited, wondering what had happened.

"But we aren't going to do that tonight. I want Pet to remain in the sleepy headspace. Master has more to tell him."

Pet's ear flicked. What else could Master have to say? He almost opened his eyes, but resisted as he felt his owner press close. The wolf chuckled, and Pet felt the warm wetness of Master's tongue against his cheek. Then the weight against him was gone. "Stand up. And you can open your eyes now," Master said.

Pet sprang to his hooves and opened his eyes. He gasped in surprise and delight. Master stood before him, completely nude. Pet looked him up and down, in awe that he had earned such a reward. Master was a dark gray wolf, almost monochrome though in the light of the living room Pet could see that his belly fur was a shade lighter than his back. His ears came up to the level of Pet's eyes, and twitched a little as the bull gazed at him. The wolf's frame was lean, with some muscle and just the hint of a belly. But Pet's eyes were drawn to what was under that. Master's crotch was on full display, with his plump sheath, grape sized balls, and pinkish-red shaft already beginning to emerge.

Master chuckled. "Someone's happy. I know they'd be even happier nude too. Go ahead and strip, Pet."

Pet did so eagerly, so eagerly in fact that he got his shirt hung on his horns and Master giggled as he freed it. He felt a rush of warmth to his face, as if he was embarrassed about showing off his body, but he didn't know why. Like all bulls, Pet put on muscle easily--so even with his less than consistent gym schedule he had a chiseled chest and arms. A bit of a prominent belly spoiled the illusion a bit, but any worries about that were driven away by Master's appreciative growls. Those growls grew louder as Pet dropped his pants, revealing the tight black briefs that Master had suggested he wear. Pet remembered studying himself in the mirror when he'd first bought them, and knew that they hugged his larger balls so close that the outline of his shaft was clearly visible through the stretchy fabric. Or would be if he wasn't tenting the briefs in his excitement.

"Actually, that's enough, Pet," Master said as Pet reached to his waistband. "Master will take it from here."

Pet obeyed instantly, dropping his paws to his sides and staring straight ahead. Master stepped forward and nuzzled Pet's cheek as a paw dropped to the bulging underwear. For a moment Master's wonderful paw caressed and stroked at Pet's shaft and balls, drawing groans and moos from the bull. Master whispered in his ear, telling him what a good boy he was while the wolf's whiskers tickled his cheek. Eventually the paw moved up to tug the waistband of his briefs down.

The bull's erection sprang out, much to Master's amusement. He hooked the briefs under Pet's large balls. Pet groaned as the wolf fondled the golf ball sized orbs. He felt something firm poke his thigh as Master played with him. His cock twitched and he felt the sticky liquid warmth of pre leak from his tip in joy that the wolf was aroused.

"Beautiful," the wolf said, withdrawing his paw. "Now. One last check. Is Pet okay with play time?"

"Yes."

"Good, and is Pet okay with not getting off during this play time? Be honest. Don't just tell Master what he wants to hear."

"Pet is okay with not getting off. Pet's other self has been experimenting with chastity as motivation." The bull didn't know what the words coming out of his muzzle actually meant, but somehow they were right. His cock throbbed again, sending a tingle up his spine. His tail swished behind him.

"Has he now? Well, well. That makes things simple. Pet, kneel for me."

The big roan bull dropped to his knees. Awareness of his arousal faded completely from his mind as Master stepped in front of him and let his cock rest against Pet's nose. The bull all but drooled as the woody, earthy scent of wolf arousal filled his head. He could see Master's knot beginning to inflate as the tapered shaft throbbed against his muzzle. He stared at it, waiting for instructions.

"Go ahead. You may suck," Master said with a chuckle.

Pet obeyed with gusto, taking Master's cock all the way to the knot in one go. The wolf gasped before letting out a moan. Pet held the thickness in his muzzle, savoring the feeling of it filling his mouth and inhaling Master's scent. He ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft, drawing a series of growls and yips from the wolf. Pet drew his head back, until Master's cock was just in his muzzle. He paused for a moment, listening to the sounds of pleasure from above him.

He placed his paws on the wolf's hips and began to bob his head. He suckled on the tip each time he reached before diving back down to Master's crotch, remembering to open his muzzle a little bit more as the canine's knot swelled. Pet moaned around the warm thickness in his muzzle, his own cock throbbing with each of Master's moans and gasps. But he kept his paws on the wolf's hips and picked up his pace. Master came first--Pet would be taken care of in time.

As he slid up and down Master's wonderful thickness, pausing only to breathe and suck down the tangy spurts of pre, the wolf began speaking. The words were interrupted by moans and the occasional swear, but the bull heard them.

"Good Pet. Keep going. You are a good Pet Bull. Oh. Listen to Master as you suck. Master wants to submit to his anthology. He knows you have been having trouble coming up with ideas. So he's giving you one.

"Every spurt, oh fuck, of Master's pre is a little bit of inspiration. Feel it? Every time you swallow it becomes clearer. An idea for a story. Something erotic. Something with two male characters. Something in that car racing series of yours."

Master's words came more quickly, and were broken by more moans as he went on. The wolf reached out and took hold of Pet's horns. The bull took the hint and held his head steady as Master worked his hips, thrusting into his pet's muzzle. Spurts of pre, little sparks of inspiration, had Pet swallowing at a steady pace. A ferret, a weasel. Sex at the track. The wolf's tip almost reached the bull's throat, and his knot forced his muzzle wide. Master panted as he continued speaking.

"Not long now Pet. When Master comes, you'll have a whole story idea. Oh. Get ready. Here. It. Is."

The wolf slammed his hips against the bull's nose one final time, his whole body shuddering as he released deep in Pet's muzzle. Pet slurped down the salty fluid, making sure to swallow every spurt as Master panted and struggled to stay upright. Pet pushed against the wolf's hips to help. After a long moment, Master sighed and let go of the bull's horns, giving him a scratch behind the ears as he stood up and slid out of Pet's muzzle. He looked down past Pet and chuckled, drawing Pet's eyes down too. Between the bull's legs, his still throbbing shaft had left a sizable puddle of pre on the floor.

Finally, Master started speaking again.

"That was wonderful, Pet. Thank you. And I hope that when Jack wakes up, he has a good idea for a story. I know it will be. But I want you to do something for me, Pet. When Jack gets to writing, make sure he thinks it's a very hot idea. So erotic that he'll want to fap just writing it. But what you need to do, Pet is make sure he doesn't get off. Not until his draft is done and he has it being beta read."

"Yes, Master." Pet didn't know who Jack was, but that didn't sound too difficult for Pet.

"Good. And when he does send the story out, make sure he gets super aroused. Because then, he will have the best orgasm he's ever had."

"Yes, Master." Jack must be a wonderful person to have Master reward him like that.

"Very good," Master said, his tail wagging behind him. "Thank you, Pet. Now let's both get dressed before I wake Jack up. Someday he'll want to remember what you do, but for now... Oh well. A little joke though: when you get dressed, put your shirt on backwards. And when Jack does fap after finishing his story, ask him to film it for me."

"Of course, Master." Pet reached down and began gathering his clothes.

"Thank you, Pet. You are the best bull."