[SNEAK PEEK]Evening Chores
Yoko finds one of Ben's toys.
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Evening Chores
By Limewah
**Commissioned by Goddamn_Bats
18+
SNEAK PEEK**
Normally Yoko would wait for Ben to get home before she started cleaning. It was a nice little couples-bonding activity. Both of them would be exhausted after their respective work days, and some gentle vacuuming and shifting of furniture was a sort of paradoxical meditation for the pair. They refused to let robots do the work; not just because it was expensive, but because it ensured they had a nice, tactile relationship to their furniture.
The brown-furred otter lady was a bit restless though, and she wanted to get things underway a bit quicker. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun and she had put on a loose, simple casual dress to lounge in.
She’d set her mind to cleaning under the couch - not that she’d be able to lift that black shiny plush brick on her own. But there was something that drew her to it in particular, a compulsion nagging at the back of her head.
Her paw grasped something plastic and smooth, with an unfamiliar handle. At first, it wasn’t budging, and she was forced to put one paw on the underside of the couch and hoist upwards with a grit-toothed grimace. She pulled it free and pulled her arm back.
…Was this some kind of kid’s toy?
It looked like one, for sure. The little gun was bright yellow with green highlights, so shiny she could see her face in it - even with the grime on it. The nozzle of the gun was a thin needle with several satellite dishes shiskabob’d on it. Her finger rested on the unguarded trigger, unconsciously ready to squeeze it.
When had he picked this up? She had the faintest feeling she’d seen it somewhere before…
She didn’t know what would happen when she squeezed the trigger, but she didn’t want to find out.
But even now, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, something that was twinging at the back of her head, like she’d forgotten to do something important…
Then it hit her.
_Yoko woke up to a faceful of rough, soft paw. Mercifully it was well scrubbed, and had a nice cinnamon smell to it. Her eyes were heavy, and keeping them closed felt more comfortable, but… what was she doing there?
She felt sluggish and heavy, thanks to what had been a very short and counterproductive nap. She could hear the television going, the sounds of a distant packed stadium and a very animated sports commentator. When she opened her eyes and shifted, she groaned with complaint. Said complaints drew Ben’s attention to her. The bear reached for the gun in his lap and pointed it directly at Yoko._
“Go back to sleep, honey,” he said. “You deserve it.”
_He squeezed the trigger, and it began to warble and hum as waves of magenta shot out towards her, floating like smoke rings and enrobing her face. She felt her mind swirl and her body get even heavier, and she felt an irresistible urge to sleep.
“Sleep…” Ben said. “Sleep… there’s a good girl.”
She tried to say “yes master,” but just drooled into her bear husband’s paws and fell back to sleep._
Yes, this gun… he’d ordered it after seeing it in a commercial, and she’d been skeptical of it, ready to tease him about it, before he showed her just how effective it was.
And how good it felt to be hypnotised, for that matter…
She wondered what it would be like to be on the other end of the gun.
Of course, she was already considering what she was going to do to her unsuspecting hubby.
The memory had left Yoko feeling fired up… not vengeful, not even annoyed. Her mind was racing, though, suddenly full of plots and plans.
There was one certainty; he was going to get put under this little gadget’s spell. And he was not going to just fall asleep and drool on her paws. That would only be one course of a long banquet of tasks for his beloved wife.
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