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Initiation

It was almost time. The kettle screeched on the stove, the tobacco was lit inside the pipe, the long johns were just snug enough to outline the St. Bernard's package but not to snug to turn his pear shape into an hourglass. To be fair, it was difficult for him to pick whether he'd enjoy the long johns or lumberjack get up. But Benjamin went with the pajamas. Afterall, it was nightfall and Ontario need not an Appalachian frontiersman in the night. Well, except for one.

He heard the knock at the door. He grabbed the kettle from the stove and poured two cups of coffee, one for him and one for the operative, or soon to be operative. He picked the pipe, perched it between his lips and opened the door.

"Heugh?" He asked, with some bass to his firm voice. Beneath all the veneer however, he couldn't be more excited. Not only was he off the hook, after both Aurora and the PHL dropped the investigation, but he was going to convert one of Dynamight's brightest pupils. Or he should've been, not that oaf of a so called 'hero' knew what potential and subservience was when he sees it. But good ol' Grampa Benji knew it. And he oh so wanted Heugh to see it in himself to.

"Yep." The kid was a Collie, a bit chubby and short, with an outfit that screamed 'please don't read me as queer'. If he only knew how popular the flannel-metal shirt combo was in those camps.

Benji opened the door a bit further and gestured Heugh in, whose eyes were already gazing at his outlined bulge. "Well come on in!" Though his voice still carried some authority, his posture and smile added a lightness to the command. "A youngin' like you shouldn't be freezing to death out here."

"Oh," said Heugh. "It's not a problem. My fur can take the cold."

"Bah! Don't need to apologize for me boy. Just come right in and plop that cute butt by the dining room." He smiled as he gave Heugh a small tap on the behind.

The Collie yipped, and sat at the table, the blush burning bright through the white fur.

Benji gave a soft and warm chuckle, as he walked over to Heugh, two mugs in each hand.

"I got coffee for ya. Cream and sugar on the counter if you want."

Heugh took a sip. It was a Columbian dark roast, the bitter taste already flooding his mouth with just a drip. He went up to go grab some sugar, but as he saw the St. Bernard take a full-on gulp, he decided to just accept the acidic drink full force.

After the gulp, Benji took a puff from his pipe. "So," Benjamin's voice became deeper, almost to a growl. "You and I know what you're here for, now I need to know why and how. Why are you going through with this? What made you change your mind? And how do you want to do it?"

Heugh blushed for a moment. A gulp of air to breathe. Then, tears. "I, I..." He sighed. "Dynamight, my boss, he's uh-."

"An asshole."

Heugh scoffed. "Asshole, I can deal with. I've worked in food service, hospitality. I know how to handle assholes." Heugh shivered. Benjamin couldn't help but to ask himself whether he should give him a hug or give him his space. "But Dynamight? He's worse. He's only there to see buildings topple, cars explode," Heugh looked down at the cup. "People die."

Heugh, looked back at the old St. Bernard, his nose sniveling. The St. Bernard finally got up and hugged Heugh, who now started to cry. "He's not just an asshole. He's sadistic. Everyone on the team is or becomes sadistic. Like, I know Galacticgal, right? From comes in, is this real sweetheart, never would hurt a fly. But like, a month goes by, and she's just like Dynamight. No, worse. As in, we're fighting this Korps squadron. And she just sends out a solar wave. Cars explode, bodies are everywhere. And she just shrugs it off. And I- and I-,"

Benjamin patted him on the back. "There, there. Just let it all out son. I promise you I won't let that happen to you. You're safe here."

Heugh hushed for a moment. Benjamin lifted the Collie's chin, his paws wiping the tears still in his eyes. "That still doesn't answer how you found us."

The Collie, looked back at the table, lost in thought still sniveling his nose after his breakdown. "It was that fight a week ago. Downtown. I remember fighting Minion. Well, I kinda lost control of my power and sliced through this bank, right? And, I was about to go in and make sure everyone was okay. But Dynamight told me that 'it wasn't our job' and 'get back in the fucking fight or' you know? But I saw this guy, you all in this suit wearing that dog hood y'all wear dragging them out of the bank. It was a miracle. I kept seeing more and more of you guys afterwards."

It was then that Heugh realized that it was only him and the St. Bernard. "Uhh, where are they by the way?"

Benjamin chuckled. "Oh them? They're just upstairs. I'd rather we have this chat with you and me. Don't want you to get too antsy, now don't we?"

Heugh took a sip. He went up to go grab sugar as the now chill bitterness was too much for him. "Hck! Bleh! Anyway, so, I finally had the balls to go up to you guys before you left the scene. That's when they told me about you guys. How you often look for the little guys. And that's when I finally thought 'wow, people who actually do care for the middleman and not the two-,'" But as Benjamin stopped Heugh, finger raised, the Collie could feel something churn in his gut.

"Now let's get something straight: we don't work for no middleman. We're not centrists here. There's a reason why we often work in the shadows like we often do." Benjamin took a sip. "Though we often look after those that some would refer to as 'expendable' or civilians have you, we are, and I repeat, we are outsourced by the Korps to be as a last resort, should their operatives, or the Heartbreakers be in danger. We're on the side of the bad guys as you might call it."

Heugh started to tear up again. "So, after all this time, I was lied to? That you all just tricked me?"

Benjamin stood up, "Now, now there. There's no trickin' over here, and I sure as hell ain't no liar. I would've just nodded and made you ours, but I'm an honest man first." He growled the last bit, as his lips curled to show fangs. But as Heugh looked down, ears bent with tail curled, Benji's face soften to one of empathy. "Besides, look back at the PHL again. Look back to that chick, Galactigal? Only took a month until she became another one of those...things. Hell, Aurora can't help you with their backtrackin' bullshit." He sighed. "I'm not saying you have to like them. But think back to what they have done over what has the Korps done. I don't even need to tell you the good they done." The St. Bernard got closer to Heugh. "And besides, you're a hero, ain't ya?" Heugh nodded. "Then you know that opting out is a god damn lie. Sure, you don't have to like fightin' for a cause. Just keep looking out for the so called 'little man' or 'the voiceless'. But you can't fight for those causes and think there's no way you'll be ending up back on the sides again. And when you're back at those crossroads again, I want you to ask yourself: 'who can help me fight for the little guy?' Cause it's not gonna be the PHL, I know for sure. And hell, I reckon you know for sure."

Heugh thought about it for a minute, unable to look at Benji. But as he looked up to the older dog, he could only think about was how inviting that muzzle of his was. Thankfully, before the collie could get a taste, Benjamin was able to catch him, his paws raised to Heugh's muzzle.

"Oh, what an eager boy." The St. Bernard growled, unbuttoning his underdrawers. "But I wouldn't go stickin' your tongue in places you don't know. Especially without knowing this."

Benjamin stuck his tongue out, it's color not a fleshy pink but black as ink and dripping with a substance much like rubber.

Heugh's eyes widen as he backed from the older St. Bernard. "What is that thing?"

"This here," Benjamin pointed to his tongue. "Is how stray pups like you become my drones."

"Wait, you mean those hoods and suits aren't costumes?"

The old St. Bernard shook his head. "Nope. It's a specialty of mine, something that was still with me after I broke off from the Mama Drone."

His jaw almost hit the floor. This was it, or him. The Mother Drone. The thing of legends in the Aurora and PHL.

He heard the tales. How operatives would just disappear, only to reappear in that slick rubber and empty mind. He should've been scared. But he was more excited than ever. After all, whatever brainwashing he would do, would never compare to the PHL's.

"Well, what should this stray pup do?"

"Think. Think of who you want to be but can't be. What's holding you back, either physically or biologically? Who is the real you Heugh?"

Heugh concentrated. He thought about it for a moment. What was holding him back? What was keeping him from becoming the thing he wanted to be.

And, with eyes open, did their muzzles meet.

The thick fluid that constituted as the St. Bernard's saliva, trickled down from Heugh's mouth and into his throat. But the Collie didn't care, more busy with exploring the fur and body of his new owner, hands feeling up his back, sides, and behind. And as that cold, smooth slime entered into his stomach, did a warmth began to spread through Heugh, as he looked down and saw his body form into a more gooier, rubbery texture. The Collie's knees became weak, as he kneeled, his eyes on the older canine.

Benji already took his clothes off, his tool in his hand, about to stroke back. One paw scratched his chin. "Hmm," Benji then pressed his ear against Heugh belly. "Hmm. Looks like you're fine the way you are."

"Is that wrong?"

Benji chuckled. "Nah. Just surprised not to see at least a few boobies poppin' out or a womb grow inside ya. Though, I would admit I think it'd be sexy with you carrying my puppies."

And just that Heugh felt some sort of pressure as his anatomy started to change, feeling a slit in between his cock and ass, as well as a sort of emptiness that was becoming more apparent. He fell on his back as he explored what had happened, yipping in pleasure as he felt the folds for the first time.

"Oh, whoa there son. Seems like you got yourself a womb after all."

Then Benjamin thought about it for a moment. "Hmm. Maybe you would look great with some Ds for a pup like you."

Again, the pressure began. This time, it was around his chest area, as two mounds started to grow.

"Well look at that sport. Your body's my body. Never would've thought," He chuckled before he crouched over the Collie. "But I'm guessing you were fine the way you were?"

And like that, Heugh felt his womb fade away along with the D-cups. "Thank you, sir."

"My pleasure," said, Benjamin, his cock now rested on the pup's muzzle. "But I think they're other ways of saying thanks."

Benjamin felt the hum of the muzzle, before the Collie licked his cock, from the base to the tip. It didn't take much for Randall to engulf the shaft to the hilt, in which he was rewarded with a low grumble and a scratch on the ear. "Oh, shit boy. If I knew you were this talented, I would've tried to recruit you earlier."

Heugh wagged his tail in response to the comment. His head bobbed up and down to a steady rhythm. Even though the St. Bernard's paw was on the Collie's head, Benjamin was in no rush, and was more patting the pup with each moment he would deep throat. "That's right son, treat your gramps well. Might be in for a little treat." Benjamin giggled.

Now the pace got faster, with Randal drinking in the sweet and salty pre that drizzled out of Benjamin's cock. "Huh, pup's really wantin' some milk huh? Well, hope you can drink up a quart."

Heugh felt the creamy salt shot down his throat, as he heard the growl through Benjamin's lips. Randall tried to gulp as much of the load as he could. He was surprised, though, that he was somehow able to drink up all of his semen. He assumed that there may have some that would trickle down his mouth.

"Attaboy. Takin' my cum like a champ, but I ain't done yet." Benjamin swirled his finger, motioning Randall to turn around. The drone bent over and lifted its tail, waiting for the St. Bernard to skewer him with that throbbing red meat.

"M-m. What a lovely rear, you have, there. And so needy. Now," Benjamin slapped his cock in between Heugh's cheeks. "If you want ol' Grandpa Benji to get in there and teach ya a thing or two about 'laying the pipe', you better beg for it. So, how does a mutt like you wanna beg?"

"Oh, please sir," whined Heugh, his tail wagging. "Show this mutt how it's done. How men like you take in strays like me and show us the bitches in need that we are!"

Benjamin's pipe, that was in his mouth so often he barely recognized it was there, almost lost purchase. He quickly adjusted it as he adjusted his jaw that just dropped. "Oh Jesus, you didn't need to go that far. A simple please would've done. But, what the hell," Benjamin then thrusted into the Collie, the tailhole had been modified to adjust quickly to any intrusions. "I'll show you how I treat a bitch in need."

The fucking wasn't gentle. At this point neither Heugh nor Benjamin wanted to be gentle. The cabin was filled with grunts and moans as Benjamin jackhammered his dick into the Collie. It took some time but as Heugh found the rhythm, he was able to time his thrusting back into the older dog, almost taking it to the hilt, had it not been the knot that started to grow.

"Look at that sport, I'm just about to cum into that sweet hole of yours. Want me to tie you. Carry my pups inside that big ol' belly of yours? You want it don't you?"

Heugh didn't even need to respond. With that, his hole became loose enough for the knot to go in. As it slipped inside, the sphincter tightened to keep the shaft inside as he milked the cock, anticipating for his gramp's release.

"Ah, so that's how were playing huh," said Benjamin as he gave a grunt. "Alright then, here it comes!"

Benjamin howled as he came inside the pup. The pup could feel that this was a bigger load than when he was giving head, curious as to how the St. Bernard had been able to save off for this moment. Both lied on the floor. The older of the two, gave kisses and cooed into his ear, with praises like, "attaboy" and "feels good to know my pups are in ya?" It was maybe twenty minutes before Benjamin's knot deflated. The shaft pulled out of the drone's ass with a loud 'pop', followed by a 'schlorp' as cum leaked out of his hole.

"Sorry sir!" said Heugh. "I didn't mean-," but a paw shushed him.

"Nah kid, don't worry about you leakin'. Besides, it looks great on ya."

The Collie blushed at that comment. He felt something on the back of his legs and back before he was lifted up. He yipped yet wagged his tail. "Where are we going?" he asked, as they went up the stairs.

"Well, I would assume your pack would want to meet you, don't you agree?"

Heugh nodded as his tail wagged even more. He didn't know what to expect as they got to a room. The room was simple enough, except for the matts and pads that were on the floor. On them, pups in all different colors and sizes were either wrestling with each other, sniffing each other, or dozing off. Some had multiple breasts with each going up a cup. One had a belly he was sure didn't come from just eating a lot or being 'big boned'. One's suit even came with a shifting rainbow that sparkled.

Benji lowered Heugh before he whistled. "Pups! I want you all to meet your new pack member..." Benji then whispered, "what's you want your pup name?"

Heugh though about it for a moment, "uh.... Sparky?"

Benji shrugged. "Sparky! He's brand spankin' new, so I hope yall give him the warm welcome you'd expect he would give to you."

And just like that did they all padded to him, barking and yipping as they sniffed and greeted like pups.

Benji left them to their devices. It would've probably been best for Sparky to be with the pack alone. As he cleaned the mugs, he smirked. It wouldn't be long for Dynamight to realize that his best pupil had up and became the thing he hated. Or, it probably wouldn't even leave a dent in that thick skull of that bigot. Still, out of all of this, he was able to convince a pup to join by their side. And that was all that mattered in the long run.