Yiff Potion Number Nine Ch. 2
Yiff Potion Number Nine
[Chapter 1](%5C)
Chapter 2
[Chapter 3](%5C)
Yiff Potion Number 9: Chapter Two
Faced with Reality
"Oh fuck" I muttered to myself as I started to wake. "Did I drink last night?" The questions were roaming through my head as I picked myself up from the soft unrecognizable bed. The loud yelp escaped my muzzle as I sat uncomfortably on my sore tail. "Ugh, what the hell happened last night?" I continued to ask myself as I slowly opened my eyes inspecting my surroundings.
The room looked so familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I sniffed, and the sweet musk of sex still hung in the air as I continued looking, my eyes landing on the nearby coffee table. Crawling over the bed to inspect, I grabbed the large dildo looking over it. "Well that explains the pain," I mumbled, a slight giggle in my voice. The room went silent as I looked past it and saw something glimmer in the light. I reached for the small leather collar under the table, my fingers trembling as I reached for it and flipped the tag over. The memories suddenly rushed back, seeing the tag.
"TAYLOR!" I yelled into the empty room and growled, tossing the collar on the bed. I watched as the doorknob slowly turned, fighting the urge to leap from the bed as I saw the slim German Sheppard form fill the door frame.
"Y-yes?" I barely heard the word as I growled at him.
"What did you do to me?" I half-yelled, half-cried out at him.
Slowly and cautiously I watched him make his way to the bed scooting to the other end as he sat down. I watched him pick up the collar, holding it in his paws as my anger flared as he stared at it. "WELL?" I asked loudly, growing more and more impatient by the heartbeat.
"I-I always planned this part to be the easiest," he said in a confused tone, wearing an awkward smile.
My ears perked at his voice, the nervous chuckle only making me angrier as I glared at him. "Last night, I-I put something in your drink..." he stammered. The whimper that escaped him made it clear my suspicions were confirmed.
"How could you do that to me, Taylor?" I cried out at him.
"Aidan." the words making me push his arm away as he reached for me. "I knew about Sam..." the mention of the name sending a shock threw me as the fresh memories poured back in my mind.
"You... You knew?" I stuttered "You knew and didn't tell me?" The anger and frustration building up as I looked at him.
"I know more than that, pup," the statement catching my full attention. "I knew Sam was a shitty Master towards you, that he wasn't just depriving you of attention as his pet but also as a mate." The guilty knowledge making me whimper out as I heard it from another. "Aidan, you had already told me about being into the Master/Pet scene, and you knew I was too." I listened close to his explanation "I knew what Sam was the moment I laid eyes on him. Just a common tail-raiser for anyone with a dick." The cold words sinking in as he spoke.
"Get to the point" I interrupted.
" Well, after watching you be with two subs that thought they were doms, I thought it would be a nice twist to show you what being a dom was really like." I heard as my anger skyrocketed.
"You... you used me?" I stuttered in disbelief.
"Yes and no. I only gave you the thought I was your Master, Aidan. You consciously took part in the rest." I could barely speak as he continued. "It's like with hypnosis. The... supplement I put in your drink would not make you do anything you wouldn't normally do. Clearly you had no trouble with the thought of me as your-"
"Get the fuck out!" I yelled, cutting him off. I pushed him from the bed with a loud growl. "Get out and leave me alone!"
I made low, angry whimpers as I paced around the room until I heard the door click closed behind Taylor as he exited. Seeing the collar lying on the bed I picked it up, tossing it across the room angrily before laying on the bed. How could Taylor, my closest friend, have done this to me? The feelings of distrust and betrayal hit me like a semi on the Autobahn. A rough sleep overtook me as I thought of Taylor, his actions so unlike him. Surely that wasn't the same German Sheppard if fell for so long ago..
* * *
It was senior year in high school. I just transferred from the city to a rural area. The school, a horse track, and a farm all shared the same property. Talk about rednecking.... It was during third period when she, I mean he after an awkward double glance, walked in.
The low gasp escaped my maw as I stared at the slightly older German Shepherd that had entered, watching every move as his hips swaying almost enticingly while he walked to the teacher's desk before sitting beside it. "Hello everyone, I'm Taylor." My ears perked hearing him speak. "I will be Mr. Rigg's teaching assistant for the rest of the year." my tail began wagging as I stared at him. The small wink he gave me caused my cheeks to burn red under my white fur as I pulled my hoodie over my eyes. "Shit...." I muttered to myself.
The rest of class remained uneventful as I buried myself in the text book, throwing glances as casually as I could at the new assistant. The mixed relief and dismay filled me as I heard the lunch bell ring. As I picked up my binder and began to leave, I felt a paw on my shoulder.
I turned, letting out a small gasp seeing Taylor standing there.
"Aidan, is it?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Um... Yes?" the nervousness taking over as I stuttered "I-I'm sorry for staring... it's just..."
The giggle made my ears drop as I looked back at its source. "If I didn't know better, I'd say I caught the eye of the only other gay pup in this school." My cheeks burned as I nodded sheepishly. "If I'm correct, seniors are allowed off-campus lunch." I heard as my tail began wagging hopefully "Mind joining me?" I couldn't say yes fast enough.
As we began opening up to each other, I learned that Taylor was a part-time techno/trance DJ who had put all that to the side to pursue a degree in teaching history. After I admitted that Basshunter was about the extent of my knowledge to the genre; the disappointed grunt said it all as he shoved a ticket to his next set in my paw.
From then on my knowledge of music flourished, my studies improved, and I was slowly introduced to the more "gay-er" side of town. Taylor and I grew closer all the way until graduation. He then had to return to school to complete his degree while I pursued my own degree, happily knowing that he and I would soon be reunited when he returned.
However, during our time apart, the distance between us began taking its toll. While doing my own courses, I ended up meeting Sam through a group study, while Taylor had his own crush with a local campus fur. Though we both held our feelings for each other, we both were lonely and found ourselves needing someone who could be there in person. When Taylor moved back, I was still with Sam. He thought the fair thing to do would be to keep his distance and be my best friend.
* * *
I awoke from the uneasy sleep more confused than ever. My cock was rock hard from the dream, yet my kindeling anger towards Taylor over the previous night's events was still the prime focus of my thoughts, but the apprehension had faded. The feeling of betrayal having been replaced with that of forgiveness; but the uneasy, nervousness remained. I sat on the bed thinking over it. I knew what I wanted, but was it lust? I accepted the fact that Sam was out of the picture for good, and what Taylor spoke of him was true. But still, after what Taylor did, could I love him? Could I accept him as a Master? Just like in any other relationship, it couldn't exist without trust. Argh! If he just asked me.... Did he not trust me? Fuck, what a mess.
I walked to the other side of the room and picked up the collar by the wall. I kept flipping and rereading the tag over and over; hoping perhaps that the engraved words would provide the answers I longed for. Sitting back on the bed as my mind raced once again over yesterday, my decision came to me.
As my paw closed around the collar, holding it loosely by my side, I opened the bedroom door. Sniffing out, I quickly found Taylor's scent following it to the living room. I saw him curled on a couch; the same couch we had cuddled on several times before as the sweet memories came back, quickly being replaced by sadness as we looked at each other.
"Taylor, I'm going to keep this short." I stated as my knees shook. He nodded as fear took over his eyes. "What happened yesterday, I forgive you for... but," I stuttered as my mind raced over the next part. A low whimper was all I heard from Taylor.
"...If you're going to collar me, do it right this time." I broke the silence as I smiled and tossed the collar into his lap. The heavy breathing between us both shook the silence as fear flowed. The sweet relief that rushed in was enough to shock the both of us. Slowly making my way over to him, I kneeled in front of him and smiled, looking up at him to see the same smile that I fell in love with in high school.
My tail wagged slowly, hearing the soft metallic click as the collar was attached. He rubbed my cheek and I heard Master whisper "Good boy" as I nuzzled into his paw.
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