Your big sister holds down the trigger of the whipped cream dispenser, filling a balloon with nitrous oxide. Once the hissing stops, she pulls it off and holds it to your lips. âOpen.â
You donât think too hard about it, gulping down the whippit and letting it rest in your lungs for a moment, before breathing out and letting it go. Your ears start to ring, and your extremities go numb. Without even realizing, youâve gone cross eyed. You collapse into the mattress and bite down on the bedding, stretching your limbs out to get more of that fuzzy tingly feeling. All you can feel for certain is your central nervous system.
Before it even wears off, you hear the flick of a lighter, and big sis is holding a joint to your lips. âHit.â
You put your lips to the joint and inhale, washing it down with a breath of clean air afterwards, and finally releasing it. The smoke trawls up your face and assaults your nose, just another layer to the sensory attack you were experiencing. Your thoughts are hazy and your whole skull feelsâŚheavier? Or maybe lighter, you canât really tellâŚYouâre so caught up in your high, you donât even notice as big sis slips a pair of floppy brown puppy ears over your head, delicately threading the headband through your hair.
âWuhâŚ?â You tilt your head up, accidentally giving her just the angle she wanted. Faster than you can react, a leather collar slips around your neck, complete with a tag in the shape of a dog bone with your address and big sisâ phone number on it. It locks behind you with a click, and your tummy starts to turn. She tricked you again, didnât she?
âSorry, baby sis.â She quickly fills another balloon with nitrous and holds it to your lips, and you inhale it again, your desire to get high outweighing your desire to avoid what was coming. She clips a leash to your collar and pulls it taut. âYou know you never play Puppy with me sober!â
And youâd thought she was just being nice by offering you some of her drugsâŚYour body goes numb again as she gets up and tugs your leash, forcing you to clumsily crawl off your bed and follow her on all fours, too disoriented from your last whippit to try and stand. She pulls you to her room, taking another hit of her joint and blowing the smoke down into your face, earning a scowl from you. âAwwww, donât be grumpy, pup! You want another hit?â Your ears perk up, and you nod rapidly. âYeah? You do? Sit, puppy!â
Without thinking, you kneel with your hands between your legs, flashing her your big wet puppydog eyes. âGood girl!! Oh youâre such a good puppy arenât you!!â She ruffles your hair, turning your cheeks pink. God, sheâs so embarrassing! âNow roll over!â
This oneâs easy! You roll onto your back and pull your shirt up, giving big sis the perfect opportunity to lean down and give you some tummy rubs, and if you had a tail itâd be reluctantly wagging at lightspeed right now. âGood girl! Good doggy!! Sweet sweet puppy oh whoâs a good girlâŚoh yes itâs youâŚâ
Your muscles melt and your higher functions slow to a crawl. The dredges of your proud resistance quiet to a dull murmur in the back of your brain, muffled by THC until itâs completely muted. You are a good dog. You always have been! âNow, speak!!â
âArf!â You bark for your sister, the noise leaving your lips before you even register the command. You wait so so eagerly for your praise, and like always, she delivers! âVery good !!!! yes good girl good puppy good pet !!! yes you are yes itâs true youâre my good puppy!!!! Time for one last trick pup!!!â You tilt your head, and she walks you to her closet, where a fully furnished kennel is waiting for you, the door already wide open.
You gasp, a bit scared of being locked in such a tight space, but it looks so cozy, dolled up with pink fairy lights and blankets and all your favorite plushiesâŚâKennel up, pup!â The command finally comes, and with a whine, you shoot your big sis a worried glance. She only smiles, holding the joint between her fingers, waving it over you ever so slightly, reminding you of the treat youâll get if you obeyâŚ
With a sad little puppy whimper, you crawl in, finding one of her old shirts tucked next to your pillow. It smells just like her, and that puts your silly puppy brain at ease. You paw at the bars of your new home for the night, and big sis does as she promised, holding her joint between the bars and letting you snag a good, long hit. You hold it in, roll it over your tongue, and exhale.
Big sis plops down next to your kennel and pulls out her phone, idly scrolling while scritching you the best she can. You curl up with her spare shirt and one of your plushies, and you accept that thereâs nowhere in the world youâd rather be. She pulls her eyes off her phone every so often to gaze over you, warm fuzzies swarming her everytime she sees you cuddling away in those cute floppy ears, and that cute silly collar. âSleep tight, druggy puppy~â