You had introduced your friend to the furry fandom so they could get a better idea of why you like it. They seemed fine with it and even gave you some pets. But a couple days later, they stood in front of you and began to swing a pendulum.

Your eyes watched it it swing in such a steady rhythm that it became automatic. Your lazy eye lids lowered, and your lips curled into a dumb smile. You felt like you were sinking sideways. Your friend held onto your paw as you focused on the spiral, watching it like a movie, your body not listening to you anymore.

Babēy: "That's it, good boy. This is what you want, right? This is what you like? I hope you like it. I took a class on hypnotism just for this occasion. Are you gonna say anything?"