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You gripped the device a little tighter.

Director Vinyl had given you something from work to take home, for a little work-at-home study project. See if it was just as effective on an unsuspecting person outside of the lab.

You knew just the subject. Your roommate. Your stealing, lying, conniving roommate.

You opened the door without knocking. Wyatt stood up, barely dressed, alarmed that you'd intrude upon his bedroom.

"Hey, Wyatt." You greeted, smugly, and then lifted the device. You pressed the button on the back, and it lit up the room with a bright flash.

Wyatt blinked as the flash blinded him. He kept blinking, and you felt yourself stiffen up a little in your pants as his expression shifted. From alarmed surprise, fading slowly into confusion as his thought bubbled up and popped, one by one. He swayed on his feet, blinking slower and slower, his eyelids fluttering half-open over and over again.

Each time, they struggled more and more, taking longer and longer to try and focus on your face. Finally, they completely glassed over, and a thin string of drool rolled from his lip. He tilted his head lightly, flicking his ears and trying his hardest to lock eyes with the sheep standing smugly before him.

It was adorable. Absolutely adorable. It was... also quite arousing.

"How do you feel, Wyatt? For the record." You asked, tapping a hoof, unable to suppress your smug grin.

"...Good." He mumbled. "Fuzzy."

"Good kitty." You said, stepping a little closer and sliding the device into your pocket. "Now... I believe... you had something to tell me?" You asked, leaning close to him. "Something you maybe didn't want me to find out about, but that now you're perfectly happy to confess?"

You tapped your hoof excitedly. Finally, your sweet revenge.

Earlier this week, Wyatt had finished your box of Grass-Itz. You remember the shock. The betrayal. The cat bastard had left the box in the cupboard, empty. You tried to pour yourself a bowl and got only a handful of green crumbs.

But when you asked him, what did he say? "Nope, wasn't me."

Not this time. This time, you'd get the truth.

"I... I... think... you're really handsome."

You felt your face heat up.

"Wh-what?" You asked, seriously taken aback.

"I... I have... a crush on you..." He mumbled. "I... think... about you a lot..."

A lot. Gosh. A lot? Think? About you?

"I-Is there anything else?" You asked, part of you still trying to fish out what you were trying to get in the first place.

"I... hypnotize you... sometimes." He mumbled. "I... I pretend you're my boyfriend, and... and we snuggle, and... and eat snacks... and... I make you forget..."

Gosh. Gosh, did he just-

Your brain caught up a little.

Eat snacks. Well... that... answered that little mystery.

Admittedly, it seemed a lot less pressing now. Your mind was racing, replaying the conversation over and over again.

"U-Uhm." You stuttered. "What- what do you think about?" You asked, too curious to stop yourself.

"Cuddling... with your soft wool, and stuff... Kissing you... Showering..." He mumbled.

That got your face lit up. You shuffled uncomfortably, rubbing your cheek with one hand as Wyatt just kept talking.

"I... think about topping you a lot. Sometimes bottoming... but... usually top..." He said, growing visibly aroused in his underwear.

You... sort of wished he was wearing pants.

You also sort of didn't.

He'd stopped talking.

"Wyatt." You said. "Go ahead and uhm, close your eyes, for a moment." You began. "Picture... my face. I'm looking at you, aren't I?"

"Mhmm..." He said, obeying you unthinkingly. You made a note to document the device's impressive performance.

"Now I'm smiling. I'm smiling at you, Wyatt." You said.

"Hnnng." He said, blushing, squirming a little in place. He was red, drooling heavily and rubbing his thighs together.

"How do you feel, Wyatt?"

"So good." He whimpered. "So good. I love you."

Gosh. Gosh.

You were so red. Your face felt hot. You paced around a little, unsure of where to continue.

"Open your eyes, Wyatt." You whispered. He obeyed, and his half-lidded, glassy eyes locked onto you.

"Wyatt, uhm." You said, your voice cracking a little. "Can you... hold very still?" You asked.

"Mhm." He said.

"Good, good. And... uhm." You said, stepping forward. "Now I'm, uhm. Going to kiss you, okay?"

"Okay." He said, visibly excited.

You stepped forward, and planted a kiss on his lips. Like the good boy he was, he didn't move at all. It was like kissing someone asleep. His lips were warm, soft. He didn't do much of kissing you back, but you could tell he was... content.

Deep down, it was exciting for him to be the one getting kissed.

It certainly showed in his underwear.

You pulled away and stepped back, the drool on his lips making a thin little string connected to yours.

"N-Now, uhm." You shuffled uncomfortably, throbbing in your pants. "You'll. Uhm. Forget that this happened. All of it. Feel it slipping from your mind, disappearing, fading, and then... gone."

He drooled a little more as his head tipped to one side. A very good sign.

"Now uhm. Go ahead and wake yourself up for me, okay?" You said, as calmly as you could manage.

Slowly, Wyatt stirred, wiping the drool from his face and rubbing his eyes. He even yawned, which you took to mean he was just about awake.

You were still thinking about the kiss. How could you not?

"Well, uhh, I should-"

Wyatt was staring at you, and trailed off. He had a questioning look on his face.

His third eye opened.

He screamed.

You scrambled to pull the device out of your pocket as he screamed and pointed at you, and as quickly as you could, you gave him another bright flash.

He quickly slumped forward, drooling onto the floor in front of him, relaxing deep into his trance again.

You paced around his room, holding your chest, trying to slow your heart rate down.

"Okay. Wyatt." You said. "You can hear me, can't you?" You asked, gently.

"Mhmm." He mumbled, shaking slightly.

You put a reassuring hand, gently, on his shoulder.

"Just relax, you're being so good. Being very good." You explained. "Now, uhm. Just keep relaxing and being good and calm and relaxed. Like a good kitty."

He made a cute little whimpering sound and smiled dumbly at you.

"So, uhm. Yes. You're going to... forget, everything. Uhm, everything from me walking into your room onward. You don't remember reading my mind, or, uhm, what you saw in there." You stressed, as gently as you could manage. "It's like a little bubble, rising up and away from you, until it's so high up you can barely see it, and... pop, it's gone."

He twitched when you said "pop." It was... really fucking cute.

"It's gone, isn't it?" You asked.

"Mhmm." He said. You strained your ears.

He was purring.

Gosh he was so fucking cute.

"Okay listen very closely." You said. "This is important so you're going to listen very, very closely, and you're going to understand everything I say, isn't that right? And a small part of you will remember it, even after the rest of you has forgotten, right?"

He nodded sleepily.

"You won't-" You started, then cut yourself off.

No, that was... stupid. Your original plan. 'You won't read anyone's mind for two weeks'.

Except... you knew this would be on your mind for longer than two weeks.

Gosh. For longer than two months.

And even then, who's to say when you'd remember it? It seemed like exactly the sort of thing to just... pop into your head. And if he was reading your mind when it happened, well... you wouldn't always have an instant brain-draining device in your pocket.

You paced around, and thought a little harder.

"Okay, uhh. Listen to me. If you read my mind, Wyatt, and you see, uhm... us... kissing. If you see me thinking about that, you'll, uhh. You'll forget." You said. "Just like that. It's like a short circuit. It'll never reach your conscious mind, it'll just get zapped on the way."

"Yeah..." He mumbled.

"Good. Good, yeah." You said, patting your thighs anxiously, trying to think about some kind of loophole or fuckup you made. It seemed sound. It wasn't like he was like, signing a contract, or something, looking for loopholes. He'd do the general idea of what you told him to do.

You took a long, deep breath, and did your best to relax.

"Okay." You said, clapping your hands together, which also make him flinch. You felt a little bad.

"Okay. Uhm, good boy, Wyatt. Go ahead and wake up for me." You said.

You put your hand in your pocket, still clenched around the device, just in case.

He blinked himself awake, a little slower this time. You made a mental note of that. For the report.

"You okay, Wyatt?" You asked.

"Hm?" He said, rubbing his eyes, and then his middle eye. "Yeah. Sorry, uhh, zoned out there. What were we talking about?"

"I was just saying hi." You said.

He looked at you, questioningly, with all three of his eyes.

You held your breath.

He then looked a little confused, and then he smiled.

"What's, uhm- what's got you in such a good mood?" You asked, chuckling nervously.

"Not sure!" He said, stretching. "Just... kinda am."

You released your breath.

"Great! Uhh. See you around, Wyatt!" You said, quickly seeing yourself out of the room and running a hand through your hair.

Gosh. You... needed some alone time to think about this.