"The Real Deal" - Chapter 6
"The Real Deal"
(C) 2017 Sinclair Diavante
Chapter 6.
Wolf eyes.
His new eye was like a dream come true, and he struggled to blink the tears out of them both, so he could keep staring, as close as he could possibly focus, afraid that it was only a trick of the light, terrified that if he glanced away, he'd look again and see his old eye, the brown one he'd always hated, back in its sickly place.
They were both the exact same shade of yellow now, slightly darker, near the pupils, radial spokes of gold flecks mixed within, spreading out.
He kept staring, and suddenly he felt conflicted, switching his gaze between the tags hanging off of his collar, to his eyes, back and forth. How could he possibly hate a guy who'd done this for him?
In prison, there was a very strong code of ethics, an honor among thieves. One paw washes the other, nothing is ever free, someone does somethin for you, ya make sure to pay him back. Otherwise, you're just a piece of shit, and Tony was no piece of shit.
The fight meant nothing, it is what it is, he knew his place now. It wasn't his first ass whooping, although it was definitely the worst.
It felt decidedly... surreal, to be healed so fast afterwards, with barely even an ache remaining. He'd never been in an autodoc, that kind of thing was for the very rich.
The memory of it all was sharp, though, fresh, and his body shuddered, just thinking about it. Phantom pains flared up, nerves more than happy to send the same signals they sent not long ago. Only movement made them stop, pressing his fingers against his ribs to reassure them.
Surreal, what fucking word was that?
He weighed his eye against those tags, one with his name engraved in it, the other behind it read, "Owner: Mist. Reward if found. RFID 049-000-002"
It didn't balance, his life, mind, and body were not worth that beautiful golden orb, not by a long shot.
Still, the scales tipped measurably, and he was quite powerless to ignore that fact.
If found... that must be a joke. Like, as if he'd ever be as dumb as a real dog, needing to be found and returned to his owner. Mist just put that on there to rub it in, to complete the effect. He probably even has a leash.
Slick wetness between his legs suddenly caught his attention. His sheathtip was cold, again, he was dripping pre down into his fur.
So fucking horny! What drug was this?
One pinch behind his knot and his chest heaved, his breath caught, body tensed up... dick hardened further, he was gonna cum!
He squeezed.
He was gonna... his paw quickly let go, but the pulses of pre spattered the mirror anyway, one, two... three spurts, dripping down.
Almost!
So close.
He said don't. Fuck him- shit, shit,
"SHIT!" he shouted as loud as he could, voice echoing off the walls, so angry, beyond horny.
Stood there, sticking out, Shep knot swollen up tight inside, making his sheath ache.
One more squeeze, that's all it'd take. Just the tiniest nudge. He looked around for a towel, furious, his pre had soaked his paw, was dripping from his balls, and all the way to the bottom of the mirror in long streaks.
He had said not to paw.
Who the fuck was he to decide on if he could or couldn't? He'd do it tonight, in whatever bed he found himself in.
Fuck him, he wouldn't know.
There were no towels in here. He'd have to step back into the shower?
Door opened, Mist looked in.
"Problem? Ah." His eyes widened, he stepped all the way in, towards him, forming a big grin, head tilted curiously.
"Well well. This is your fresh disobedience, all so soon?" His scent was hungry, expectant, eager.
"I didn't," Tony said.
Mist only smiled wider, larger than a nightmare.
"I didn't cum, trainer..." The words felt ridiculous on his tongue, but he wasn't stupid, he'd say them. There was desperation and pleading in his tone, though. He wanted to ask him about his eye.
Mist halted and flared his nostrils, muzzle rising to taste the air.
"Didn't, agreed. But. Wouldn't? We shall see about that. I will know when you do, and on that day, you will remember this one with a fond sense of nostalgia.
"The ending is inevitable, and I eagerly anticipate the final result. You, however, should be dreading it."
He didn't know what to make of that.
"You did this?" Tony asked, pointing at his right eye. He flinched, suddenly staring at his index finger's black claw-tip, then he held both of his paws out, palm-pads up, and stared at them all in shock.
His claws, they were... intact. Shiny, black, healthy. No longer a discolored, flaking safety orange, soft as chalk, from those mando injections at the prison.
Mist nodded. "One of several improvements I've made to your body, as you can see. Consider them corrected flaws, nothing more."
"Fuck, you got no idea, man. I've... I've fucken hated that eye, forever, you just don't know." He kept staring at his claws, digging them into his palm-pads, feeling whole again.
"Puppy, what I do know, is that your language center has been updated to something appropriate for this century. Either use it, or lose it. Do you understand?"
Tony felt a flash of anger, he'd been trying to thank this fucker, but, wait. What? Language... updated?
Mist only watched him, he smelled of patience.
Fresher... very extensive. That word, others. Surreal.
Tony had been in and out of the correctional system all his life, of course he'd picked up the lingo, there wasn't any choice on his behalf. Maybe he was sometimes even a little ashamed when he spoke, because he'd skipped learning any other words.
Collar, tight around his neck. Tags jingling, he was someone's pet, now. Remember that, he held on to the concept like a shield, defending himself against the loyalty he might form with his Trai- this guy.
He swallowed, feeling it there on his neck, it would always be there.
He was tired and hungry both, his stomach rumbled. When Mist had opened the door, a scent of cooking meat had wafted in, and his mouth started watering as uncontrollably as his dick was earlier.
"Uh. Th-thank, you, trainer." He meant it.
His mind flashed quickly, knotted up sheath, yellow eye, black claws, words, tags, collar, you're a pet-
Mist was pointing down at his own feet, tapping a finger against his leg.
"This way, time to eat, before we go out."
His words... gone... in fact, even standing on his hindpaws, that was too much. He sank down onto his front paws, seeing that gesture, he knew without a doubt what it meant.
He stared up at him, confused, turning to look at the shower, maybe... finding answers in it, no, the mirror... that guy would know, but who was he?
"What's his name?" Someone asked, she had to yell it. Female laughter, loud dance music filled the air with a deep pounding bass from speakers only a couple of meters away, shaking Tony's body. Delicate hands turned his collar, someone looked close at his tags, touching them. Various furred legs walked by very close, some standing, some stepping away. Discarded beverage containers littered the polished black floor.
He was surrounded by people at some sort of club.
"Tony? You're such a good boy!" Fingers combed through the thick fur on his neck, scritching. Claws briefly touched bare skin under his collar.
"I know this DJ, there's going to be some good music tonight, you picked a good one Mist," she said.
Artificial fog floated dense in the air, smelling and tasting sweet. Lasers danced and quivered through it, green and red, a tall stage was to his right, the barest glimpse of two female Rhenthar dancers, sliding up and down poles made of gold, poodle, terrier, a male rottweiler just behind them, in sync, covered in a shiny black and brown rubber suit and a gas mask. A thick crowd of people stared at them closely, reaching out to touch them, holding glowlights, some moving, writhing, dancing to the music.
Thousands of scents, pleasure, drugs, sex, sweat, heat, alcohol, so many breeds, species, Tony turned his head, trying to get away from all the smells.
His mind was desperately attempting to catalog them all at once, to catch up to the present. Where the fuck was he? What had happened?
A long, thick chrome chain leash hung heavily from his collar. He was on all fours. Mist's white legs with black markings were a familiar sight, standing close, next to him, at a tall round table about half a meter in diameter.
"He's beautiful..." Someone crouched in front of him. "I've never seen markings like these." Red manicured claws popped out, razor sharp, gently brushing his nose, black fishnet gloves over black fur, Terellian, feline, female.
His jaws hung open, tongue far out, panting, from the massages she began giving his ears, and because he was burning up hot.
Did someone just lick his asshole?
"Look how pink it is..." Giggling, high pitched voice.
Hey! He... tried to turn to look, but the Terellian held on to his collar.
"Hold still, you. This is for your own good," she said.
"He can understand you now, mode change, his first in a long time." His trainer's voice.
"Really? Mark Five! Ohhh... he's so lucky... look at his eyes now! Hahahaha, hiiiiii!" she laughed, waving a paw in front of his muzzle, staring at him close, ruffling his head fur.
"So handsome... a wolf, rrruff!" on his right. Pekingese, her laughter was like little bells, she was barking at him, and... tying little red ribbons into his fur.... was she the one licking him? Glow sticks covered her body.
What the...
There was definitely a thick tongue, rasping against his hole, but mild pain when he tried to drop his tail, pressure against his back, was someone hugging him? Something had a firm grip on his tail base.
His back arched, he whimpered, something thin was pressing into his ass!
"Can I put another pill in him?"
"I don't see any reason why not," Mist said.
"Big wolf needs two of these..."
He turned his neck, trying not to freak out, polite, because the ear rubs did feel good, but... what were these dark green straps over his chest and back, and who was touching his ass?
Hey!
He realized... he was wearing a tight harness, and it... kept his tail out, away from his tail-hole.
Female giggling laughter.
Something just pushed into his ass!
"So tight... take it, big Tony, big wolf. You'll feel good soon."
"Tony." A firm pull on his leash, commanding, from his trainer. "Behave."
The word seemed to echo in his mind.
"He just came off a one," Mist explained. "And he has no idea where he is at, or what is going on. This is the best part, can you smell his confusion? I would bet he is wondering what the fuck just happened."
"Really?" Green slitted eyes peered closely, looking at him curiously. "I wonder what that feels like, how long was he a dog?"
"Two months," Mist said.
Two months?
"Uh oh, look! Is he getting angry?"
"No, he is just panicking a little bit. He has been through worse, this one spent years in prison, he will be fine. He is not a bad dog at all, no, he is very stable. He has a good life now."
Tony whimpered, his words were missing, something was in his butt, he could feel it! The room was getting brighter... and brighter... lasers like long sparks, twisting through the air. He could actually feel the music in him, now, like his mind floated on it...
Delicate paws cupped his sheath, squeezing his knot, tugging at his balls.
"Rowrrrr... he can be a bad dog with me any time."
"Are you still planning on 'siting him?"
He stared at the floor, and tried to hump that paw... his mind suddenly focused on only one thing.
"Ohh! Does he know???"
"Yes, all in good time, but he has no idea what that is. Lets keep it that way, shall we? We would not want to ruin the surprise."
"Can I get him off? He's so horny, look at him thrust... all pent up..."
"You can try... maybe those pills will help, he has been suppressed for a while. I would be very surprised if he can climax right now."
Females... bitches... wet tongue, licking his ass... he looked up at his Trainer, whimpering, body rigid.
"Go ahead, Tony, you can try," Mist said.
Tony arched his spine and jabbed at the paw, the air, seeing people's legs around him, maybe... he'd grab one of those, it would help... he thrust as hard as he could.
"Oh, my! Feel his knot..."
"Let me see, wow... so big and he isn't even tied... that's no wolf knot. Did you have him modified?"
"No, a hybrid. German Shepherd, quite the wrecking ball in there."
Tony quit thrusting, the need just... dried right up. Did he cum? No... he shifted his paws around, whimpered, whined. He was shaking.
"Awww! Listen to that, the poor horny puppy... bet he wants to get off sooo bad..." A slender finger twirled around in his sheath, poking at his cock tip. "He should definitely be doing as much of that as he can... before something goes in here..."
"C'mere, boy... I hear his teeth chattering, he's really rolling... come here, you... mommas got nice claws just for the wolf..."
Paws combed through his fur, around his eyes, he was panting so hard now, he couldn't even think. Music was breaking up, turning into a visceral, living thing, speaking to him personally.
The night had only just begun.