There once was a rottweiler named Simon. He was 6'1'', had a very muscular build, a beautifully colored body with the color scheme of the deepest black and lip moistening caramel. He has a very cute stubby tail residing just above one of the most fuckable asses you would ever see on any male, and mid-sized floppy ears.
Simon is a homophobe.
Ever since he can remember, Simon had always despised the gays. He didn't think or say things like 'You fags are going to hell!', he just hated the idea of two boys kissing. He also wasn't the type to beat the bloody shit out of gays neither, but he will go out of his way to be as much as a jackass as he can to any homo who dared enter his sight.
Simon was walking down the sidewalk, scowling. A week ago, his girlfriend had broken up with him. She was pro-gay, and in the middle of their date, he had tripped a teenage bull who was wearing a necklace with a rainbow flag male sign. After helping the poor calf up, Simon's girl slapped him across the face and yelled at the rottie in front of everyone and told him that they were done.
"What is so fucking great about homos? They do nothing but screw themselves and society. God, they're just so sickening . . . !"
A few minutes later- ~I bleed it out, dig in deeper just to throw it away! Just to throw it away! I bleed it OOUUT!!!~ Linkin Park's 'Bleed it Out' started blaring in his phone. He dug in his pocket to check the Caller ID. It was his girlfriend; or more like ex-girlfriend now. Either way, he eagerly flipped it open and answered. "Ashley?"
"Hi Simon. Listen . . . I've been thinking and . . . I miss you." His ears perked up as he smiled.
"Uh-huh. I'm sorry for slapping you and calling you all those horrible, mean, and nasty names. Can you forgive me?"
"Oh baby, you know I love you." He said as his girlfriend giggled.
"Good, because I wanna go out with you tonight." Simon smiled even wider, his tail moving back and forth.
"Really? Hell yeah, baby! So where do you wanna go tonight?"
"I already have tickets to see this hypnotist named the Shadow Mirage. Please will you go with me, pleeeeease?" The dog smiled as his kitty begged him on the phone. He didn't really see the point in stuff like magic tricks or hypnotism, let alone believe in that stuff. But hell, his girlfriend was begging him to take her back, so he didn't care what they were doing tonight.
"Ok, babe, I'll go."
"Yay! Thank you so much sweetie-pie! I'll pick you up at your house. I love you!"
"I love you too, kitty-cat." With they both hung up. Simon strode happily back home in high spirits. Nothing could kill his good mood, not even if a rainbow furred rabbit jumped right in front of him.
The auditorium was packed. Ashley had somehow managed to get front row seats. The rottweiler murred happily as he and the black cat held paws and snuggled. Soon, mysterious and loud music sounded at the lights dimmed. Fog began to smother the shadowy stage. Then, a booming and mystical voice sound in every direction.
"Now . . . From the very depths of the realm of minds . . . The manipulator of all wills . . . The cloak of dark charm . . . The wonder of many eyes . . . Put your paws together for THE SHADOW MIRAGE!!!" In a flash of lightning bolt, a cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere as the audience gasped and cheered. The figure opened his cloak to reveal a black with white trimmed suit on a black panther. His blue eyes loomed over the cheering audience.
"Greetings ladies and gentlemen. It is my greatest pleasure to be here this evening. And it is wonderful to be home again." He spoke in a very smooth and mesmerizing voice. The audience cheered out loud once again. "Thank you for your kind and warm welcome." The lights dimmed a little as he drew out a platinum chain attached to a perfectly transparent crystal. "Now to begin to test the wills of those before me. Who shall be the first to allow me their presence of mind?" Many arms shot up throughout the audience, a few furs begging to be chosen. Simon noticed Ashley eagerly ushering her paw up. The rottie felt an urge to raise his hand. He wanted to do something ballzy for his cat. Besides, it should be easy enough to pretend to walk around and caw like a chicken. So he raised his arm up, somewhat hoping to get chosen.
"My first chosen one shall be . . . You." He said as he pointed straight at Simon. The dog gapped for a moment. He barely had his paw up five seconds and he was picked? He just shrugged and walked to the stage. "Ahhh. And what might be your title?"
"Simon Hunter, everyone. Please welcome him to the light of my power." The audience clapped and cheered out. Simon looked to see his black cat waving hysterically at him. She mouthed 'I love you' to him. He smiled as he nodded her direction. "Now. Simon, will you sit down here for me?" The panther said as held a rich, red velvet with gold framing looking chair that he pretty sure that was not there a minute ago.
"Ok." The rottie then took his seat. The chair was very soft.
"Are you comfortable, Simon?" The feline said in his dreamy voice.
"Yes I am."
"Excellent indeed . . . Now . . ." The Shadow Mirage held the beautiful pendulum in front of Simon's face as he stood behind the chair. "Not for one instant, are you to avert your eyes from the crystal."
"Gotcha." Simon replied, fully planned out what he thought would be good enough for an Academy Award. The panther easily sensed the skepticism; in fact, the rottwieler practically reeked with it. However, the feline grinned. He was about to make this non-believer do his bidding. Without moving his paw at all, the crystal began to sway back and forth. Through bored eyes, Simon followed his gaze at the crystal his eyes going back and forth.
"Now . . . You are falling into my power . . . Your mind is opening itself to me . . . Your will is becoming mine . . ." Sure enough, the canine started losing focus. Everything was going dark. Nothing was anywhere except that swinging crystal. His mouth fell agape as he started to submit to a trance. "Yes . . . That's it . . . Your brain is submitting very cooperatively . . ." Within seconds, Simon's eyes were no longer dark brown, but were now symmetrically situated black and white swirls. The dog let out a silent groan as his vortex eyes indicated he was void of free thought now.
"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen . . ." The panther called to the audience. "This volunteer is now under my spell." The crowd clapped for a while and then silent again. "Now, Simon. I would like you to stand up and do a hand stance for us and do pushups in that fashion."
"Yes, Master . . ." The dog muttered as he got up and bent low. His legs then thrust up as his weight shifted to his muscled arms. As instructed, the now mindless canine started to push his arms up and down, continuously. The audience cheered as Simon kept up his push ups without so much as a grunt.
"That's good, you may stop now. Stand back up." The canine did as he was told. He let his legs fall back and landed his feet and stood straight up. "You must be tired from that exercise. Why don't you take a rest on the chair?"
"Yes, Master . . ." Simon then sat himself down. In a second, the dog closed his swirling eyes, and fell instantly into a deep sleep.
"Mmmm . . . Huh?" The rottie started come to. He instantly noticed that he was in front of an audience. The dog also took note that his muscles felt exhausted, as if he was just at the gym. He then looked to see the Shadow Mirage standing right next to him. "So can we start, now?"
"We have already finished, my good man. Give him another round, ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd applauded as Simon stood there, confused and dumb founded. He was then told to go back to his seat. Frankly, he couldn't wait to get away from the panther.
The canine was once again, scowling as he walked. He was to see that hypnotist guy whose show that his girlfriend was so thrilled to see. All he could remember is sitting down, the panther saying there done, and that he was gay. Like he really need to know that.
'I don't know why I'm wasting my time with some fag anyway. He probably didn't even hypnotize me. Whatever, anything to just shut Ashley up about it.' He thought as he neared the Shadow's house. It was a black painted building with mystical-looking flowers along the house. "Tsk. Typical homo." Simon then knocked on the white door with a crystal knob. The knob turned and the door opened. The Shadow Mirage stood in dark satin clothes to go along with his black fur.
"Ah, Simon Hunter. I am so glad you could come along to my humble abode. Please come in." So Simon entered. The inside of the panther's house was mystic-themed flamboyance. The walls were painted purple and were adorned with many fine silken draperies and veils and intricate framed paintings. The furniture looked similar to what the Shadow Mirage had on stage, only it was purple velvet. Simon had a seat on the couch while the panther took the other.
"So what do you want with me, Shadow?"
"Well, my good man, I was asked to give you some help with your relationship."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm just fine. Besides, what would YOU know about women?" He said quite rudely. However, the feline laughed.
"Good point, Mr. Hunter. I'm not a sex fan when it comes to females, but I do know a bit of therapy. Being a hypnotist, I know the mind very well." The rottie rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Just get your point across so that I can get out of here." The panther seemed unwavered by the dog's mean attitude. He just dug in his pocket and pulled out three red glass spheres.
"Now. What I want you to do is look into these spheres as I move them. I want you to become more open minded. After I am finished, whether it can work on you or not, you will have a chance to leave." That sounded good to Simon.
"Alright, fine. But don't think I'm sticking around, homo." The last word he muttered. The panther then started to rotate and move the spheres around in his palm. As they moved over and around each other, the dog started to feel a heat spell. Simon started to sweat and pant a little as he stared intently onto the three red orbs. He was also starting to feel dizzy. He groaned lightly as he lay back, panting hard. The panther then stood over him. Simon looked up pitifully at the feline's face, as if begging him to make it stop.
"Look into my eyes, Simon. Gaze upon the sapphires that will soon dominate your will. Look deep through me as I reach in and manipulate your every move. You live only to serve me. You live only to please me." The rottweiler's eyes looked straight into the blue eyes. Almost instantly, the dog's eyes became once again a pair of black and white spirals. The cat grinned as the dog became lost in his trance. "I owned you the moment you fell into deep slumber on my show . . .
"Yes, Master . . ." Simon then sat himself down. In a second, the dog closed his swirling eyes, and fell instantly into a deep sleep. The Shadow Mirage put both paws on either side of the rottie's head, both at five inches away from the dog's ears as if to channel certain energy into Simon's head.
"You are to arrive at my doorstep at 7734 Midnight Ave. 98356 at 8:00 evening sharp. Knowing full well that I am a homosexual . . ." He whispered so subtly that no one even saw his lips move.
"When I clap my hands once, you shall awaken with no memory of now."
"Mmmm . . . Huh?" The rottie started come to. He instantly noticed that he was in front of an audience. The dog also took note that his arm muscles felt exhausted, as if he was just at the gym. He then looked to see the Shadow Mirage standing right next to him. "So can we start now?"
"We have already finished, my good man. Give him another round of applause, ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd applauded as Simon stood there, confused and dumb founded.
"And now, you're mine.”