IV. Autogenics
all that you hear, filling up your head
“Hey, are you alright, pup?”
Doctor Oliver Mark startled back into reality as the big ram, stuffed only into a pair of briefs, poured himself a cup of coffee.
“I saw you were just… you know, kinda staring into space for a while.” The name Rene passed by Ollie’s brain, and clung comfortably to the large frame leaning on the kitchen countertop. He touched his hoof to the back of his neck, to find it whole and unbroken.
“Yeah, just… had a moment. Remembered some tough things. My apologies.”
The buzzing of the power lines was gone. Also gone was the feeling of being turned into a cave. He still felt used, that’s for sure, but in a way that drove a shudder up his spine and bent his mouth into a flustered smirk instead of causing an earthquake whenever he moved anything around his pelvis or below. The light outside was simply light, and the linoleum below him was simply annoying under his hooves. Rene, for his part, was understanding.
“Hey, you’re okay. Need to bring it in?”
That was answered as Ollie slowly, unsteadily crossed the room, and wrapped his arms around Rene’s midriff. His horns butted into the bigger ram’s pecs, and the security that radiated through him felt good. It felt calm.
Rene held him there, before cupping his face in his big hooves. “You look good in that sweater, by the way.”
The compliment warmed Ollie up from somewhere deep inside as Rene pulled away and turned on the radio next to the fridge. “Electric Feel” filled the room. Unfortunately, the sweater still scratched like a motherfucker, overstimulation or not. If he liked it, though…
“Well… thank you. I never really knew argyle was my type.” Even with the warmth, and with Faron’s assurance, he felt something else worming through him. That thing, that chain, was still clawing at him, trying to drag him back into himself. Back into the car seat. Of course it came back, just as it always did, right as he tried to claw himself out.
“It is now! Also-- hey, for real. I had a wonderful time last night. I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
Ollie struggled through something about how the noises he made last night told the whole story, even as the chain made it feel like an evil little ball of static firing out past his lips. Rene blushed.
“Enjoy it that much, huh? I mean, hey, yeah, feel free to hit me up any time if you need another night like that..”
Ollie responded with an ear-splitting semi truck horn.
“I must admit… it was great. Even when I wasn’t, well, turning you inside out. I felt warm, comfortable, just… right. Turning you into a fucking pup like that…” The ram paused, smiling like a conqueror. “...Yeah, I loved that a lot.”
Pure feedback, enough to shatter glass and eardrums. Renee’s expression turned to shock and his blush deepened.
“I mean- fuck, okay! That’s a forward way to put it- well, alright, sure. When do you think you’d be available?”
He said ooh, girl, followed by shrieks of radio static and jamming signals.
“I’ll have to double-check, but… I think I can do that. Want a cup, pup?”
The chain pulled away, restless and angry, filling Ollie’s head with fuzz as it left. “Yeah, go ahead. Just fill it with creamer, please. We can work out details later. I just, uh… gotta use the restroom really quick.”
The ram nodded and turned to the coffee machine, bumping his hips along as Jamiroquai took over for MGMT. Ollie slipped away behind the bathroom door and turned on the shower as he heaved into the sink, knees trembling, collapsing, his head set on fire all over again.