Mental Neutering (Race Play/Lobotomy/Pet Play Errotica)
This is a work of fiction set in a world with fictional canine races. It is not meant to say anything about human races or ethnicities
In real life, racism is vile, destructive, and completely indefensible. It has caused unimaginable suffering through slavery, colonialism, genocide, segregation, hate crimes, and ongoing discrimination. No human group is inherently superior or inferior in intelligence or worth, such claims are baseless pseudoscience that have been used to justify atrocities for centuries. Racism dehumanizes, traumatizes, and destroys lives; it has no place in reality.
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Mental Neutering
Artist: u/JuanValdi17
Writers: Lavendrey and Anonymous
“ Ugh, do I have to do everything around here? “
Her voice came bursting as soon as the door behind her shut with a thunderous impact.
White fur glistened by the sun, sweat trailing her complexion, tail flustered with every step
she took. Her nostrils flared open, emerald eyes glancing upon her husband Quinton. The male sat
upon the great arm-chair as if it were a throne, his toned figure gracefully accommodated by
the leather couch. Upon his large hands, he held a book. A large frame of paper, fingers
tracing every page with care, as if his attention were completely stricken by it.
“ Are you even listening to me? “
Truthfully, he wasn’t. Why would he? Surely, whatever she spoke was not as interesting as the philosophical revelations that these pages held together. His eyes simply drifted above for a split second, he paused and smiled at the female.
“ Oh, hi honey! “
He spoke delicately, a tender smile caressing his lips. And then, his attention returned
towards the letters that filled each page. His action didn’t come from a place of arrogance,
no. It was instinctive, his intention incapable of being captivated by whatever she spoke,
complained or argued.
She persisted, however. Approaching him, her figure sat in the arm of that grandiose
chair. Her hand reached towards the book, fingers placed upon the hard cover, displacing its
presence away from her husband’s eyes, so that he may finally pay some attention.
“ We’ve talked about this, love. You promised me. “
The female spoke. Tender words, a sight of genuine worry, silent disappointment. He sighed, deep down he knew she was righteous in her complaints. It was just something he could not avoid dismissing, paying little importance.
“ I-I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been trying Brina. “
Meekly words, eyes away from hers, to try and avoid confrontation. Truthfully, he just wanted to return to his book, return to those words that seemed so much more interesting. Still, she wouldn’t allow him. Her fingers tracing his brown fur, placed upon his strong jawline, steering his eyes towards her own.
“ I found someone. A doctor, I think. He could help us. “
He paused, questioning the veracity of her words, how she acquired such information. He was programmed to react differently, to question before acting. He broke the silence, doubt following his words.
“ Well… Where did you find this doctor? “She stopped, eyes drifting away, as if she didn’t possess the answer to such a question. The female hummed, white fur grown crimson-red, flustered by the truth she had to reveal.
“ Hum, it’s like a scary web thing. I think you called it the “deep web”? I think he’s a dentist. “
A smile traced her every syllable. An ingenuous sight of innocence, or perhaps just stupidity. The male sighed, hands trailing the fur above his head, fingers reaching the top of his tall broad forehead caressing it.
—
“ Is this even ethical…? I’m not saying I won’t go but, are we sure it’s safe? “
He asked, and she pondered for a minute. The possibilities were endless, and trying to think of them all left her irritated, inpatient. She scratched her head, rugged expression, dismissing his questions.
“ Of course it is. I’m getting tired, y’know. You made a promise to be on our wedding night. So will you do this, or not? “
It seemed she had finally erupted. Her arms flung around, hands manifesting the struggle that her words tried to voice. He sighed, eyes steered above towards the ceiling, then shut dark. He had to do this, he thought. For the sake of their marriage.
“ F-Fine. Let’s do this… together! “
He returned to her, hands dropping the large book, and now resting above her own. It was warm, fuzzy. The female giggled, just the masculine touch of her male had her body aching, yearning.
They’d pursue this together, as a couple. In a moment of bliss, she approached, the feral scent of her body permeating across his nostrils. They shared a kiss, a mellow and ever-lasting kiss that felt primal, desperate. The man’s hands trailed behind, and she could feel his overwhelming presence start to take control, start to dominate.
“ B-Babe, wait…! “
She muttered, hands cluttering to his chest, trying to create separation. He couldn’t control himself. Again, it came instinctively. The natural desire to be the one in control, to be the one making the choices, the decisions, the one thinking for the other. It was part of his nature, his being. His lips trailed lower, still dismissing her meekly voice. Hands hard at her chest,palms caressing the curvature of her breasts, the size of femininity.
“ Babe… please! “
With enough effort, she broke his approach. Her hands pushed his figure, sinking onto the brown fur across his chest. It was as if the spell was broken. The male’s breath was turbulent, escaping his grasp. He looked at his wife with sorrow stagnant across his eyes, only capable of muttering a single word.
“ S-Sorry.”
——-
Indeed it was a dentist's office. One lost amidst a dark alley. Empty within, and soulless from the outside. Hands held together, they both entered the establishment. Its walls painted white, an empty space of nothing, only a leather couch taking the center position.
“ You must be the afternoon appointment! The doctor is ready to see you! “
The female voice came like a burst of wind. Silent, yet immediately noticeable. Her tall figure appeared, heels striding against the floor, dashing and thunderous. She was elegant, much more refined than Brina. Her back stood tall, legs graceful and stern, waist firm and delicate. The woman smiled, her hand signaling the path ahead.
“ Please, let’s not keep him waiting. “
Hasty steps, the door to the man’s office half open, the white light from within peeking through.The receptionist entered first, her hand pushing against the framework, revealing the room which was a bit bigger than a typical dentist’s room but had all the things you would find plus a few others. On the wall there was a diagram of the two different races of canine that walk the earth showcasing their bodies including the brain differences
“ Come in! Come in! “
The doctor spoke rising from his desk high and mighty. He was tall, stern. Brown fur and sharp ears. His eyes addressed the male first, a subtle smile tracing his fierce expression. Then, he trailed behind towards the other figure, the female. That smile faded.
“ Erm, please! Take a seat. B-both… of you. “
The male was first, his hand stern across his lover’s own. He steered her body, as she meekly shielded behind his figure. He took the lead, as always. That was the only positive of their relationship.
“ Hello, doctor! “
Words traced by the suggestion of a smile. They finally sat at the office, every wall tainted white, bright lights above. It was a clinical room, part dentist's office, part sinister venue for black market operations.
“The name is Dr.Rex, what seems to be the problem ? “
The doctor sat. Legs extended, back lessened. His expression is numb, linear. His eyes revealed the truth, however. Silently judging the pair, the lesser creature that stood beside her man.
“ Well, doctor. My husband Quinton and I have been through some relationship problems. “
She started, head low, fingers tracing one another. The female was nervous, body trembling, feet stirring inside her shoes.
“ Oh really? How so? “It appeared as if the doctor wasn’t surprised. As if he expected such revelation from the pair.
“ It’s regarding my… assistance, doctor? Me and my spouse had agreed upon shared responsibilities and for me to take a backseat during intimate moments “
The doctor immediately interjected. One hand raised, a devilish smile across his lips.
“ I assume that doesn’t happen, and that’s why you’re both here today, yes? “
The couple nodded in agreement, and the doctor laughed.
“ You see, this is very natural. It’s not really a matter of relationship problems, no the problem is rooted deeper, in biology. “
He explained, the female merely looked at her partner, hoping to get an understanding of the matter through him. Again, something she did instinctively.
“ Mister Quinton, allow me to ask you. Do you consider yourself an independent individual? “
‘Yes’, the man silently answered. Dr.Rex laughed again, eyes dismissing the female, only addressing whom he deemed astute enough to understand his words.
“…And do you consider yourself rather intelligent?”
“Yes.”
“Do you happen to know your IQ?”
He paused and shifted in his chair
“212”
“Hmmmmm!”
The Doctor nodded, impressed with the specimen of his own race before him.
“That’s good, very smart , very independent thinker, yes you're a rather fine specimen of our superior Zimbabwean Ridgeback race aren’t you?”
he shifted in his chair, he was uncomfortable talking about biological differences between Brown Zimbabwean Ridgebacks like him and White Norwegian Bohunds like his wife
“You see, the reason why you don’t allow yourself to be subordinated is actually a direct consequence of our kind’s more intellectually developed nature. You find daily tasks monotonous, incapable of stimulating the brain. You seek knowledge, creativity. Cleaning the house or washing the dishes are banal and beneath beings like you. Us brainy Zimbabweans also prefer to think for ourselves and do what we please rather than follow orders…”
With pride in his lips, he explained. Then, he finally descended upon the female, words that drew carefully.
“ …Especially from a cognitively inferior race. Has her IQ ever been tested?”
She wiggled in her chair a bit and she felt embarrassed.She reached into her miniscule foggy memory banks trying to remember when she last had her IQ tested
“Uhhhhhhh 9…94…..”
“Hmmmm…”
The doctor seemed surprised but ultimately unimpressed scribbling something down on a clipboard
“Well it seems that both of you are a bit sharper than normal for your respective races. Normally Norwegian Bohnunds only score around a 85 on IQ tests, pathetically low and stupid. It's fortunate that their kind has big muscles otherwise they would be completely useless.”
He took a deep breath excited again to talk about his kind
“Whereas the typical Ridgeback scores around 180 IQ points, very intelligent minds built to give orders to the dumber Bohund workers according to the rational Ridgeback’s plans.”
His teeth grinned with pride he enjoyed showing off and mocking Bohunds whilst congratulating his race for being so mentally evolved and superior. He was toying with the matter, blatantly insulting the wife, disregarding their marital issues, treating this as a playground for his arrogance to run wild.The other brown dog in the room grit his teeth showing a level of anger usually not seen out of him a soft “grrrrr” forming in his throat
“Do-You-Have-To-Be-So-Blunt?” He forced out in anger induced vocalized chunks
“No I don’t but it’s much more fun for me that way.”
The doctor tactfully replied
The Doctor opened a drawer and produced two plastic models of their respective race’s brains. One that was only the size of a large soup mug, the kind you would find at restaurants, and another that was easily the size of a small watermelon. They've seen models like this before. Quinton rolled his eyes at the dishonorable display of racial gloating.
he took the larger, more wrinkled brain in one hand pointing to the front of the brain.
“This is the Zimbabwean frontal lobe, it’s the center of our kind's superior reasoning and decision making capabilities allowing us to easily think critically and control our irrational emotions unlike the Bohund…”
“DOCTOR!”
The husband shouted abruptly but then becoming more quiet
“Is this really necessary?"
“All I’m doing is going over the biological…”
“Yes…Yes… we know Zimbabweans like myself don’t like obeying orders and submitting to their wives because of their *supremely large and super evolved* frontal lobes,We get it! You don’t need…”
“Honey.” Brina spoke in a soft tone “It’s ok, I don’t mind… it’s just biology.”
He leaned over “It’s biology but there are more and less respectful ways of putting it.”
“Honey please just let Dr.Rex finish.”
He huffed
“As I was saying… Bohunds with their smaller and smoother frontal lobes are much more instinctive, behaving closer to animals than actual people like Zimbabweans…”
her husband flinched and winced as he was forced to listen to the doctor challenge the very personhood of his wife
“She’s not an animal!”
Quinton shouted
“Honey…”
She soothed but was getting irked herself, despite being smarter, the African race of dog usually doesn't boast about it. Seeing it as cruel to make fun of their European counterparts. Zimbabweans still saw Bohunds as people deserving of rights and good pay for the use of their superior muscles laboring for them. In fact until now she's never met a Zimbabwean who acted anywhere near as arrogant as the prideful excuse for a Zimbabwean before her who clearly lacked the empathy that usually came with their bigger brains.
“Hmmmm technically not , I suppose her race technically counts as people, just… less so. After all, the frontal lobe also contains our personalities , or what you Bohunds superstitiously call “souls” , since the frontal cortex of a Bohund is simpler it only follows that they have less “soul” than us Zimbabweans do. Still sentient but also inferior to us.”
He grinned proud of himself
“And of course this brings me to my point about intimacy. Zimbabwean male minds being so supremely stubborn and independent have stronger wills and bolder personalities, they seek to impose their desire upon the female. Normally in same-race relationships this would be met by an equally powerful will from the female but since White dogs have weaker minds the result is that the husband is rough and has his way more often than not. One yearns to tame, the other is too tame to stop it.”
He spoke, back lessened against the softness of that leather chair.
The Wife spoke “Is there any way to make my husband more…. Su…su…” Her tiny mind struggled to find the word
“Submissive?” Answered the doctor “Yes, there is a way to circumvent this issue, of course a little procedure that’s very non-invasive and effective I call it “Mental Neutering”. However I don’t recommend it since it involves the deliberate lowering of your husband’s IQ which would be such a loss to the world.”
He looked over to him saddened that this was even being considered for such a respectable thinking individual.The doctor turned his gaze to the wife and continued
“I also don’t recommend it on more philosophical grounds. I don’t know if your dense mind has picked up on it white mutt but I think bigger brained brown dogs like your husband should be the ones bossing you around.”
He slurred at her
“I usually only Mentally Neuter White mutts like yourself are too stubborn for their partner’s tastes, just last week I did the operation on a white male dog who wouldn’t obey his brown wife and do all the house chores for her, the operation fixed that mutt up real good, obeys on command.:
he turned to Quinton
“We could perform the procedure on your wife instead, make her shut up about letting her be dominant in bed and just make do all the chores for you.”
Brina growled at this finally reaching her limit, but then the doctor pulled out a hand held taser and turned it on letting the blue sparks travel from point to point in front of her
“Doctor!” Quinton hastily forced out of his mouth “I wish to respect the promise I kept to my wife. I’m a man of my word and if my brain needs to be operated on to make me a more fit husband for my wife then so be it.”
The doctor rolls his eyes flipping the taser off and placing it back into his pocket
“Fine, but I’m adding an additional 10,000 block credits to the bill for being forced to desecrate a Zimbabwean mind.”
her husband nodded the wife's hands clutched into a strong, hard fist still anxious from the adrenaline rush moments ago. This meeting had been arranged with the sole purpose of salvaging their marital affairs,.She rose, white-fur erupted, ears twitching back and forth, and subtle tears in her eyes, she spoke.
" We've made our decision. Now, are you going to help us or not? "
The doctor's expression changed,his eyes intertwined, first towards the husband who scratched his large head, then towards the wife, who held onto that anger. The doctor opened a drawer that contained two black rectangle shaped objects attached to wires that could be plugged into a wall outlet along with a thick yet small slab of styrofoam sandwiched between two steel plates he also took out a laptop from the desk drawer and turned it on connecting the device to the laptop.
“Operating on the brain has always been challenging , in part because it’s encased in solid bone and everything is so delicate and can easily get infected. However, thanks to my genius I created an invention that can operate on the brain without the need for traditional cutting.”
The doctor spoke towards the the fellow member of his race ignoring Quinton’s wife who he knows will struggle to comprehend the brilliance of his invention
“It uses a principle in physics known as destructive wave interference. When two electromagnetic waves at different intervals collide on a common point the waves are cancelled out and the energy is dispersed through the medium where they collided. “
He plugged in one of the rectangles and attached it to the metal he then turned the device on from his computer
“This device transmits two strong electromagnetic waves at different frequencies angled so each wave can pass through the hard metal with ease and then collide at a point of my choosing causing heat melting the material.”
Moments later as the miniature black brick hummed he turned it off and removed the sheets of metal revealing the hole that had been burned through the styrofoam with melted plastic all around the circumference.
Quinton had an expression of both nervousness and of astonishment “That’s impressive, I'm intrigued!
The mad scientist chuckled
“Yes and soon that will be the last time you’ll ever feel any sense of curiosity, once I put these emitters onto your temples and power them on they will fry away most the inner white matter in your brain’s frontal lobe which will make it impossible to chain ideas together to form the kind of grand theories,opinions, and thoughts that African dogs like us are known for. By calibrating the device and frying away a percentage of your white matter I can put a limit on the size and complexity of your thoughts.”
Brina’s eyes were glazed over not really understanding anything that was just said drooling a bit and her mouth slightly ajar , Dr.Rex noticed this and gestured to her expression
“The procedure will make you even dumber than your wife! I found in my testing an IQ range of 60-65 is best for slaves dumb enough to where you don't question orders but still capable of taking care of yourself and doing simple tasks.Now before we begin i must ask that i collect payment first 20,000 Block Credits plus an additional 10,000.”
He took out his phone and payed a bit annoyed that he was not only paying such an outrageous racist but that he was also getting charged exorbitantly because he had to get the operation on the black market rather than through their highly efficient socialized healthcare system.
Dr.Rex waved his arm towards the dentist chair “shall we get started then?”
Hesitantly Quinton transitioned to the dentist’s chair laying flat allowing the doctor to tie him down and attach his invention to his temples, adjusting them just right so they stay attached throughout the procedure. Then electrodes were placed all over the soon-to-be-pet’s head sending data to Rex’s laptop giving the software controlling the emitters an image of the brilliant canine’s brain
“Such a waste of a beautiful mind” Dr.Rex sighed, clicking keys activating the initial program that calculates what white matter needs to get cooked to get the desired low IQ score. “Last chance? Once the machine starts there's no undoing any brain damage done to you.” Quinton gave a subtle nod “Do it.”
The emitters began to hum, focusing energy deep into the brain, vibrating the thickest web of neurons at the very center of his frontal lobe gradually heating it. As he lay there his mind began to feel warm as if somehow his mind was placed next to an open fire, if that even made sense, it felt…. nice actually .Quinton wasn't sure how long this was going to take so he decided to pass the time by flexing his large mental muscles one last time with some mental calculus. It didn't take long for his clear thoughts to begin to fog and clear mental lines began to smear. The neurological connections that made up his finely tuned mind were being sheared by all the concentrated energy. He just layed there and let it happen knowing his wife would be happier this way.
“Almost done” Dr.Rex observed the neurological activity in the very center of his patient’s frontal cortex go completely black on the brain scans, the computer program automatically repositioned the focal points to new locations making sure none of Quinton’s undesired mental faculties went unscathed by the doctor’s invention.Brina just looked on,fascinated by all of this but not understanding the true weight of what was happening to her husband.
Soon the machine found the area of his brain where his “soul” was encoded, Quiton played helplessly and willingly as the machine erased most of his identity leaving him only scraps of what could be called a "personality" but could more accurately be called two dimensional “animalistic drives”. With most of “Quinton’s” (Or what's left of him) mind now reduced to molten goo producing anything but the simplest of thoughts was about as difficult as trying to swim through molasses.
Quinton’s tongue drooped “Duuuuuuuuhhh…”
“Aaaaaannnd… all done” the emitters were turned off and removed from the slave’s head
“Well Quinton, how do you feel?”
The question slowly seeped into what was left of the animal’s mind
“...foggy… thoughts blank…”
Quinton squinted as he tried his very hardest to think
“Hey!” the doctor snapped his fingers in front of his face “Listen mutt, You-No-Think…” he snapped, grabbing his snout pointing it in the direction of his master “She-Think-You-Obey got it?”
The slave nodded “Me-No-Think,Me-Obey” blind obedience seemed much easier than having to carefully process everything he was told. Thinking was hard and painful now but this white dog before him, his wife, his master was letting him offload all the hard work onto her.
— —
Days had passed, and indeed the visit appeared to be fruitful. From afternoon reading on the couch, to obediently scrubbing the dishes and polishing the kitchen. From playing ignorance to avoid conversation, too naturally oblivious and completely enthralled in whatever she spoke.
" Hey, hun. I'm back! "
The alpha had been seemingly corrupted into an obedient housewife who scrubbed and cleaned, who obeyed and consented to whatever the female issued.Obedience became law, a pleasure.
A Large, brown figure veiled by the pink apron tongue panting like a pet happy to see its owner.
His faded expression grew with delight as she approached, a soft smile caressed his chin, eyes
teary. The male had grown noticeably more emotional, more dependent.
" Oh, hewuw mastdur! "
—
" Hello, sweetie! Finished cleaning like I told you? "
He gave a simple nod, that smile still persistent, so easy to please, so easy to adore. Brina
blushed, her life had become so much easier after the mental neutering.
" Good boy! As a reward, do you want to eat my cunnie? "It became a ritual at this point. The whole purpose of his existence. To please. To do his chores, and then employ his tongue in servicing his female.
Again, no words were needed. The male simply nodded, hands tied to the wife's own, and the pair strode towards the bedroom. As they walked a little jingle from her pet’s collar could be heard through the halls. A little green band around his neck with a dog tag just like a pet.
The bed accommodated her presence. Softly landing on the mattress, on those blue sheets that contrasted with the white fur across her body. Her legs spread so naturally, a musky pungency erupting from her most intimate hole.
" Sniff it, boy."
Already drooling, the male approached. Nostrils enticed by the odour, nose caressing then wetness that spread across the fabric of her panties.
" So goooooood. "
He muttered. To think he once despised the act of servicing her, and now his whole demeanour would shift with a simple whiff of her cunt. Her hands drifted lower, onto her own hips. With her fingers tracing the fabric, she pulled down on the piece that concealed her pussy. The smell hit like the most divine of collisions.
" Needy, aren't you? No licking, not yet. "
And he obeyed, paused in time, tongue out and saliva caressing the sheets below, eyes fixated on that drenched cunt. She loved teasing this new and improved version, loved watching as he obeyed her will.
" Hehe, good boy. Now dig in, lick me clean! "
The male didn't hesitate, tongue addressing the furry puss-puss, licking and slurping as if it were a five-star meal. She moaned, back and forth, she ached for more. Hands tied to his skull, pushing him deeper inside, his tongue further inside her hole. It circled every wall, every reaction point. He reigned inside her cunt, licking diligently, like a puppy devouring its meal.
" Give me your dick, baby. You're going to fuck me hard, take the stress out of my body."
He obeyed. Cock out, tip poking the entrance to her hole. With a single thrust, he reached the full extent of her cunt, reaching her womb, caressing the flesh inside. He didn't tease. The command was simple, to fuck, and that's what he did. Stroking himself silly, cock flesh gripped the tightness of her pussy. Both bodies trembled, a union of lust and pleasure, of command and servitude.
" Yes. R-right there. I'm cumming. F-fuck, I-I'm cumming, baby! "
The female exclaimed, legs locked around the husband's waist, pushing him deeper as she released all the frustration, all the desire, all the turbulence. As she came for him.
" F-fuck. Ugh, I'm so sweaty, gosh. F-fuck, join me in the shower, love. C'mon! "
The water ran down their bodies. A warm, and sweet sensation. So many times he had refused this moment, this passion. She loved the intimacy, the act of sharing a shower, of cleansing their bodies together.
—
" I'm so happy, hun. You've been so good to me. "
She spoke. Her happiness became his priority, her satisfaction his sole devotion. The warm water complemented the heat rising from their bodies, so close, so unique. And with a smile on his lips, he replied.
"Happy mastdur good!.”