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Toys-4-U Relations: Upgrading from Toy to Pet

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Brian felt the tug of the chain, pushing him forward. The jingle of metal sends shivers down his spine, the collar around his neck, the only piece of clothing left on him is soft and well crafted, spiked for fierceness, yet that is the farthest thing from his mind. He feels the cool wood floor against the soles of his feet. He looks at the black leather BDSM outfit that Teri is wearing. The black scaled anthropomorphic male raptor with green feathered crest. His piercing yellow eyes look straight into his soft human brown, the predatory stare putting him further down the totem pole, “Do I have to be naked for this?” he asks.

“After all I’ve done for you, you question Master? Tsk, tsk,” he responds tugging on the chain pulling the human closer to him, his ebony claw running along the side of his face, reminding Brian just how sharp and deadly his claws are, “You wanted this and agreed to the terms. Don’t chicken out now.”

He eyes the claw along his cheek, feeling it could draw blood if Teri just tried a little harder, “N-no. Nothing like that. It’s good to get a good shower of my own skin, and a clean shave. The suit was consuming my facial hair but still left uniform stubble. Rather odd feeling now that I think about it.”

“Pet, you are getting off topic. Speak your mind, before I take it away in an ocean of bliss and a sea of latex.”

“Ah… it's just that yes I agreed to this. And I am wanting to do this. I just can’t how do I put it… unlike when it comes to a suit where I can be myself this is less… uh more exposure than what I am used to?”

Teri chuckles, giving a soft raptoric purr, petting along Brian’s face, “Relax. But that is part of me doing this. Is to get you to relax and open to yourself. In the end you can decide the kind of person you want to be. Deal with the issues that you are struggling with. Held back by feeling you aren’t who you are, only set free if you are someone or something else? Well, that leaves a lot to be questioned, but questions that only you can ask and answer, but then I am no psychologist. But I will break you to get you to open up,” he says, tugging on the chain, unlocking the door to his basement, the smell of leather and latex rushing out from the cool air-conditioned lower level.

“I will do my best.”

“I’m sure you will, and unlike most people who I start in my dungeon I am going to go hard on you. You’ve already shown yourself to have experience in the heavier forms of bondage. And with it I will set you free from your current mortal coil, let your mind wonder, and embrace just what you are going to be…” he says, with a soft raptoric purr. The steps leading down are wide and spacious about twice as wide and deep as a normal step. Each one creaked slightly differently as they moved down.

“Surprised these steps aren’t better made not to creak,” he comments.

Teri looks over his shoulder at him, “Is that what you think? How quaint,” he states, the rather large BDSM playroom revealed to him. One spacious ‘living’ space has some amenities such as a couch and a flat screen television on the wall. A coffee table, as well as a BDSM coffee table that is currently placed off to the side, waiting to be used. Hooks hang from the ceiling for the BDSM rope tying. There are three hanging there but only one in use. A sleek black scaled raptor in tight bondage, legs spread, showing her chastised crotch, their member twitching and aching. Their rear is filled with a plug that has a gem at the end. Tail raised and tied overhead. A red ball gag in their mouth.

Standing beside her is a tanned scaled anthropomorphic female raptor in a rubber French maid outfit that Brian knows all too well when he was wearing the rubber sergal toys-4-U toy outfit. The sight of which sends shivers down his spine, his member twitching, hardening slightly which makes his exposure feel all the worse.

The raptor maid bows, “Greetings Master. I’ve kept everything in order like you wished.”

“Hello my dear. How was your vacation?”

“It was nice, but missing your lovely hand Master,” she responds.

“Is the room prepared?” he asks.

“The one you asked? Of course, it is Master,” she replies with a soft raptoric purr.

Teri reaches the bottom steps, tugging Brian to follow him toward her and this bondage living space. More bondage equipment that was hidden by the stairs coming into view such as an X rack, and a bondage bed, and horse, “You are looking well. You’ve been keeping up on your treatments. Glad to see that,” he says giving her a look over.

“Why would I miss a treatment Master? I couldn’t love anything more than to be one of your pack,” she says with a purr.

“Good. I knew that was worth sponsoring you. Treat your sister well. I’ll be back soon to give her some attention. I can’t leave her hanging around for too long.”

The bound-up raptor lets out a soft huff, tugging at her bondage constraints, her chastity device jingling as she moves.

“Be good.”

“Yes Master,” she replies with a bow.

Teri returns his attention back to Brian, tugging at the constraint, “Come pet. Everything in your room should be set up for you,” he says, pulling on the chain moving him in the other direction.

“Y-yes Master,” Brian replies, feeling a tingle run down his spine, his heart racing, feeling the cool air across him, causing him to shiver, looking back at the two raptors for a second before Teri’s tug draws his attention back to him.

“It’s not nice to stare,” he states.

“Sorry Master. I was just curious about your maid.”

“Right, you were here as a toy when they were on vacation. My girls are my children. Not literally of course, but Lucy and I have a little bit of ourselves in those we are sponsoring to be our forever children-maids.”

“Children maids?” Brian asks curiously, seeing this hallway is intimidating as it is kinky. Like an insane assylum’s quiet rooms there are at least a half a dozen rooms to place someone in, each with only a small view glass to peer inside, but he’s kept far enough away that he can’t see if Teri has any other guests.

He chuckles, I know it sounds weirder than what it is. I’m sure you’ve noticed my maids are of a certain variety of female?”

“I’ve noticed. Though what’s your point?”

Teri pulls on the chain, shortening it, moving him closer to him, “It's something Lucy and I enjoy. And our maids, our pack is full of such lovely girls. Though like most of these girls who weren’t born that way, some aren’t even the species either. We sponsor them with our DNA and they in a way become like our children. In the loosest of terms of the word.”

“Well, I do know one can be family without being related so no judgements here,” he replies.

“But you get what I mean, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” Teri asks, moving him to one room that has a black rubber door. Teri pulls a latch with a loud and audible click, the door opening slowly with a creak.

“To some degree, yes, but with such wonderful suiting technology, it hasn’t been a big issue for me, I suppose,” he replies.

“I see,” he replies, opening the door all the way, revealing a large black rubber padded room. The smell of latex was heaviest here. But standing out in the room is a white human mannequin that has black rubber full body bondage BDSM gear being held in their white arms. The latex dangling over the sides.

“First, I want you to get used to you. But what that ‘you’ is will be a little different. I’m sure it's much closer to the human that you describe yourself as. A simple human, one of billions on the planet. Faceless in a crowd of people. Your fear of standing out is something I want you to get over,” he says, running a claw under Brian’s chin with one hand, pulling him forward with the other, stepping into the room.

His naked feet feel the soft latex floor. The cool rubber and air around him keeps him rather calm, despite how hot under the collar he’s becoming. Helplessly he’s tugged toward the mannequin. The soft squeaks echoing in the room, a soft hiss heard up ahead. Brian looks up noticing cool air being blown directly into the room, “That’s my suit?” he asks.

“It’s your new skin. A suit in a way but nothing like you’ve been wearing. Not as fancy as the fully interactive hypnotic suits you’ve been wearing. This is more down to earth, less fantasifull and high tech. Just simple rubber body, a simple latex skin and hood to put you in. Then I’ll get you nice and ‘cozy’ in your spot and let you… be you, in front of yourself. Get you to understand just what kind of person you are.

“And I have to ask, what kind of person do you think that is Teri?” asks Brian with a slight smirk, till his chain is tugged and his face is brought close to the raptors.

“A lovely person yearning to be free of the mental bondage you put yourself through,” he says giving him a nuzzle lick across his face. Brian feels the raptor’s lick cooling his face.

“You sound a bit like a certain rubber toy I know.”

“Do I now? Huh, I’ll take that as a compliment. That free spirited happy-go-lucky toy is something else. I couldn’t be as well… she is a toy so best not to make comparisons. You though…” he pulls Brian up to the mannequin, unhooking the leash, “You have graduated yourself from being my toy maid to being my faceless pet. Congratulations,” he chuckles, taking a moment to removing the collar a moment later.

“If you need any help, I’ll be here, but let's see how well you can slip it on yourself. It’s a nice one piece from the neck down, with a built-in zipper bulge, and the hood is a fine quality micro hole breathing and seeing quality, perfect to instill the silent drone type that you’ll enjoy,” he explains.

“Zippers? Not using the press n’ seal technology that Toys-4-U is so famously known for?”

“Who says this is a Toys-4-U suit?”

“Is it?”

“Maybe,” he responds with a toothy grin, “And I was saying, this is going to be less fantasyful play, did I not?” he asks.

“True, though it would mean that it would be far more obvious that…” Brian trails off with a swallow of the lump in his throat.

“That you are obviously a human in a suit rather than a rubber person, yes?” he asks with a smirk.

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s the point. To get used to your frail human form. You need to know who you are, before you can determine anything else.”

“What do you mean to determine anything else?” he asks, reaching out to feel the sleek rubber skintight suit, feeling it stretch and squeak between his palm and thumb.

“I’m not going to say I am aiming for any goal here. As I don’t want to lead you in any such direction. I want you to come to such conclusions yourself. But my sweet human pet…” he says, running his sharp claws along Brian’s back, letting him really feel the strength and power the raptor possesses in the lightest of touches, “You need to know and understand you and where you are before you can determine where you want to go,” he finishes.

“I-I see,” he replies, shuddering at the raptor’s touch, pulling the black latex suit off the mannequin’s arms, pulling the suit up against him to get a general idea of the look. The deep black rubber looks like a void with a peculiar shine to it that is almost but not quite reflective due to the blackness of the rubber.

“You’ll be feeling a lot more and seeing soon, slip it on. It’s a custom fit to you.”

“Custom fit? How did you get a custom fit?”

“I talked to a very happy-go-lucky toy that is all too happy to have you explore yourself with me,” he says with a sly grin.

“Wouldn’t that be confidential information?”

“Yes, I suppose, but the toy said, and I quote, ‘As long as this one doesn’t tell you the dimensions and just use them in the creation, then it's not telling you.’ end quote.”

“Ah… that roundabout logic does seem to be about right. Wait, does this mean this is a Toys-4-U suit?” Brian asks, looking at the raptor.

“I may have gotten it from the store, but it doesn't mean its Toys-4-U brand. They sell other brands there, you know?”

“I feel like you are just trying not to tell me,” he replies, unzippering the suit, looking into the black abyss that awaits him. His length twitching, hard, aching, wanting to be played with, his arousal building within him with it having nowhere to go but up. He looks at the raptor who eyes him like a piece of meat.

“Maybe,” he replies with a chuckle.

Brian sighs, slipping his legs into the suit, hearing it stretch and squeak across his human skin. There’s a thin film of lubricant on the inside that helps him slip into the latex. Slowly he fills out the form, stretching and wiggling, pulling on the leggings to squeeze his feet forward till they pop into the rounded rubber feet.

His hands slide across the smooth blacken rubber, smoothing out the wrinkles, tugging hard on the ankles making sure his foot is in nice and comfortably, one and then the other before standing to pull up tight on the suit, letting it ride along his body, pushing up to his crotch where he feels a soft latex cushion press against his length.

“Did you need any help with that, or did you want to continue binding yourself up?” asks Teri, wiggling his claws in the air.

Brian tenses, squeezing his butt cheeks, his member twitching seeing those ebony claws and then down at his hard and throbbing cock, the latex running across his scrotum, member pressing against the inner suit, eager to be played with, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“I think I will be good at the moment to do it myself, but feel free to test if I need any adjustments after the fact.”

“I have a feeling I will anyway but thank you for the invitation,” he replies with a smirk, walking around him, circling him like the predatory raptor that he is.

“Of course,” he says, slipping his member into the bulge compartment feeling how tight the rubber is against the base of his balls and crotch, the around lock bulge with an obvious zipper that goes down the middle. The silver metal stands out to just how dark the suit is.

The suit presses up against his butt and sides. Brian slips his arms through the sleeves in the front, further pulling the latex up along his body, tightening its grip around his form, the cool rubber steadily warming up from his body heat. His heart beats harder in anticipation, the front of his chest completely covered as he rolls his chest and shoulders to stretch more of the latex across his front, before he slides his arms further forward, filling out the latex sleeves till his hands pop into the rubber mittens. The smooth oval shaped rubber hands with no opposable thumbs, just a foam like space to embrace and grip his hands but leaving them mostly but not completely useless. He squeezes them, watching the rubber hands bend to show what little grip he will still possess.

“So far so good,” he says, running his black latex mittened hands across his arms smoothing out the rubber along his front and arms. The rubber suit pressing up along his neck and just under his neck. He tries to roll his arms back, reaching behind him to reach for the zipper to pull it up. But no matter how hard he tries and struggle, switching which direction his arms go, he can only feel the vague outline of the zipper, getting a tooth or two up before it slips past him. The zipper jingling every time he tries.

“Do you need any help there, pet?” asks Teri with a hint of desire and want.

“Yes please. If I could have a little help Master with the zipper?”

“Good boy. You know how to speak properly.”

“After all the time I’ve spent with you, it would be silly if I didn’t,” he responds with a smile, feeling a strange sense of pride in the submissive gesture.

“Good boy,” he replies, moving back, gripping the zipper, pulling up on it.

Brian pulls his shoulders back, making it easier for his Master to tug the zipper up, enclosing him from the neck down in the latex. The sound doesn’t echo in the muffled rubber padded room. But the human feels each tooth of the zipper grip the next, the suit tightening further around him, and once he feels it reach its zenith, he relaxes pulling his arms forward again, the latex sliding across his body, the cool metal along his spine quickly warming up and fading into the rubber that embraces him, becoming invisible in his mind.

“Good boy. You can put on a hood, can’t you?”

“I will certainly try Master,” Brian says, turning to the smooth faceless hood that was in the mannequin’s other arm, “He knew I wouldn’t be able to remove the hood easily if it was on the mannequin's head,” he thinks, taking the hood, looking over the front, the perfectly smooth black latex face, with only a vague outline shape of a humanoid’s face with a nose and slight indentations where a mouth and eyes could be, but overall it was nothing but a black void.

He looks closely at it, seeing the micro holes only when his eye is less than an inch away from it, otherwise it appears to be solid smooth rubber. He takes the zipper hood fumbling with the zipper, trying to unzip the hood.

“Need any help with this one pet?” Teri asks.

“No, I got this one,” Brian says definitely, a vain attempt to keep some form of control of the situation, to deny his Master the total satisfaction of his submission, for just a little bit longer. Eventually he sticks one hand into the hood, and the other holds the top of it, while he grips the zipper with his mouth, biting onto the metal he pulls on the zipper, unzipping it, revealing the black rubber flap within and the now easy to put on hood.

“Have to give it to you humans, you are stubborn, but that’s so wonderful about you. Not giving up. Which will make your total helplessness to me all the sweeter. Watching you struggle and squirm, trying to hold onto something that you can call human. Or some form of control even though in reality you want none of it. You simply want to be a faceless unit in a crowd. One to many. The people that no one takes notice of in a Where's Waldo picture.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way Master,” Brian replies in a vain attempt to discredit the truth that was just spoken to him. He takes a deep breath, widening the hood as best he can before pulling it and then pushing it down onto his head. His vision is completely taken from him for a moment while the sound and smell of latex completely overtakes his other senses. The hood eventually pops into place with a built-in mouthpiece that opens his mouth slightly allowing him to breathe easier. A small indentation for his nose has two plugs that when Teri grabs his hood and makes a few feeling adjustments he pops them right up into his nose, the rubber gripping him even harder.

“Good boy,” says Teri, reaching back to zipper the hood, pushing the rubber flaps under the metal as he seals the human completely into the rubber, “Everything feeling, okay? Able to breathe?”

He tries to respond but the latex in his mouth is just enough to muffle his words. Teri puts his ear hole up to his mouth, “What? I couldn’t understand that? Did you say you can breathe just fine?” he asks.

Brian tries to say yes again but Teri just repeats the results.

“You may want to try some other form of communication, pet.”

Brian gulps, cock twitching, then nodding.

“Now what was that nod for? Nod of acceptance of what I just said?”

Brian tenses, then nods.

“Good boy. Now can you breathe just fine?”

He nods.

“Good boy. Let's get you in that arm binder next,” says Teri, moving behind the human reaching for the bondage equipment that is near the mannequin, forcing Brian’s arms into the black leather binder.

He shudders, moaning out, breathing through his nostrils, hearing a muffled whistle, while his mitten arms are taken behind his back, slipped into the binder that makes his way up his arms, tightening and squeezing them, leaving him even more helpless, but that’s not what Brian’s attention is drawn to.

For the first time he notices that there is a mirror on the door exiting this room and there he can see part of his body, mainly from his belly down as the mirror only goes halfway up the door. It’s a strange look to see just how dark of a rubber he’s in. Even the black rubber walls look lighter than he is, making him stand out. It's strange to see just how dark he is that he can stand out on a black background. The outline of his body is noticeable more so by Teri who is zippering up and then tightening the laces of the arm binder, making sure he can’t do anything but rub his useless mitten hands together behind his back.

“Everything feel okay, pet?” asks Teri, getting in front of him.

Brian nods, feeling a slight strain of the binder against his arms, but it's a tight bondage that he knows and loves all too well.

“Good pet, remember the safe word?” he asks, running claw along his smooth rubber face.

Brian nods.

“Good! Now remember to say it. To enunciate it clearly and pronounce it in a way that I can understand it perfectly without getting confused with something else. Otherwise, I won’t let it out. Do you remember the word?”

Brian nods.

“Let’s see if you really do,” he says with a chuckle, “It’s unsupercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

Brian nods, “Not that I can say it now,” he thinks.

“Good boy,” he says, reaching down to gently fondle Brian’s bulge, making him moan, but as the raptor gives the bulge a good squeeze and fondle, “hmm, I think you put on that wrong.”

Brian silently tilts his head.

“Let’s take a look, shall we?” he asks, pulling down the zipper, looking at the following member that’s hidden underneath, “Ah yes, you forgot to sleeve your length. Silly human,” Teri says, grabbing Brian’s cock through the rubber, making the human tense. Knowing those sharp claws are so close to his tender sensitive flesh cause him to moan, heart racing, while the raptor plays and fondles with his length, stretching the latex over while bending his length down till he slips into the specialized cock sleeve that feels it's made just for him.

“There we go,” he says, listening to the human grunt and moan, the tender aching throbbing flesh filling out the tube like a meat sausage. Teri then takes a moment to run his claws along the latex covered flesh, running the tip of his claw along the human’s cumslit. Making the helpless human shudder and moan.

Brian feeling how helpless he is looks down at his Master, legs slightly spread, body exposed to him, the raptor able to do anything he wants to him, reminding him just how helpless he currently is before simply taking his length, pushing it back into the bulge compartment and zippering it back up, “Now everything there looks to be in order. Now then. Let's get you all hooked up to the center of the room so you can think about yourself and really just analyze who or what you want to be,” he says, taking the collar he removed, placing it back around his neck, tightening and locking it into place.

Brian feels his Master tug down on his collar. Without a word he drops to his knees, noticing for the first time the bulge in his tight shorts, the visible outline of his master’s excitement before him. He takes a deep breath, his member twitching. The taste of that length returning to him, making his own member twitch even harder.

“Good boy. You’ve wanted this so badly already. I knew going hard and quick on you is the best way to go about it,” he says, moving around him, hand on his head, gathering some ankle cuffs and a spread bar. Spreading his feet apart with it, via his ankles. A bondage rope lasso through the bar, and through the rings of the arm binder, which Teri then tightens, and attaches it to the loop in the center of the room.

“That’s one anchor point down, two more to go,” he says.

Brian looks at him curiously unsure what else could be bound and attach to, but when he feels the first leash attach to the right side of his collar, he watches Teri take it all the way over to the far side of the room where there is a hidden D ring hook in between two of the rubber paddings. Its pulled taught when its hooked, “That’s one,” Teri says, repeating the process to the other side of Teri’s collar, the two ends tugging tightly yet snuggly keeping his head and body perfectly centered in the room and unable to wiggle or turn around on the ring he’s tied to.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. If you happen to need anything just yell. My maid here has sharp enough hearing. Extreme but safe is a key component of this,” says Teri, walking out of the room, closing the door with a creak, left with seeing the smooth faceless features of himself.

At first Brian tries not to focus on it, only on the soft creaking noises outside of the room. The faded words of conversation from down the halls that are completely intelligible to him, but after a bit of time, there’s nothing left to do but to sit in his perfectly faceless black void of rubber body, held in the bondage.

“I look like an outline of a person, and nothing more than that. Not even a human person, just a humanoid shaped thing,” Brian thinks, looking at the deep dark rubber suit. Everything stands out so much more compared to him. He’s nothing but an outline, not even a face, just nothing there. So empty and void he looks that this would make him stand out in a crowd yet… also be completely devoid of anything distinct.

His mind wonders, “Is this what I really want? To be nothing but a plaything? Well I have been a plaything before. To a fuck toy actually. Then there was the time with the salazzles at the casino. Being so hopped up as a shadow lugia due to the hyped up on the hypnosis that I couldn’t help. I’ve been under the influence of so many things when I do this… but now?” he thinks, taking slow deep breaths.

He looks ahead, unable to do anything else. He wiggles and squirms a little in his bondage, his cock pressing up against the round bulge between his legs but even that isn’t even visible, no outline just a round bulge with a lock symbol on the front for added effect and visual pleasure. The only thing that sounds out from his body outside of the zipper.

Such a level of darkness that his mind is having trouble comprehending it. He knows he’s there, yet his mind can’t see him being there. It’s just an empty space, where he can simply kneel and relax, with nothing else to do but breath in, breath out. No other sounds except for the occasional squeak he makes, or the squeak of someone next door in another form of bondage which he can only imagine what it was, having been denied the pleasure to see just who or what’s there.

“It's nothing but me here. Just me. No hypnosis. No anthropomorphized suit to pretend I am someone different. Not a toy. Not an object. Just an objectified person. I am here in the flesh surrounded by rubber. Unable to fake the fact that I am a person who willingly chose to be put through this. Made into a pet to someone so much stronger and powerful than I am. Is that it? Am I weak because of this?”

Brian takes a moment to think and process the words, mulling it over in his mind. Looking deep into the darkness of the fetish and kink he’s experiencing. Of course, it could just be the latex that surrounds him now. He’s trapped in it after all. With no features, no face, no person. Held so tightly that he can’t do anything but relax, and feel his cares and worries fade away, “Am I weak for shirking responsibilities of life? To let someone else take control of it from me? I made a living playing poker, and I am missing a few tourneys to do this, but I have enough money to handle this. But is that why I am okay with this? Because I can afford it? Or is it more that I can’t afford to not experience this. K-2003 always takes about how bondage can set people free. To help them learn about themselves in a way that is not easily afforded to them. Then again, she is a fuck toy… but a fuck toy like no other,” he thinks.

He then hears the creaking of wood, the stairs? Yes, it's the stairs, is someone going up? Or coming down, “I now understand why those stairs creak. It’s an audio torture. Is the Master coming to see me? Or is he… how clever. I guess you don’t need to be… okay let's not go there. I feel he’d know if I did,” he thinks, taking another moment to process everything.

Unable to look into his own eyes, unable to see into the depth of his soul, the white eyes that make him so human. The expression of being able to read himself. He can’t know anything about him. He’s not even there, yet he is. He feels he is, his body relaxing further, yet his arousal aching so hard, but it's a good ache. An ache to know that there is some part of him that enjoys this. More so wants it. It's the only feedback he can get from his body at this time that lets him know, this is just something he loves, for it's not done with malice, or ill-intent. It's done with a love yet firm hand… or in this case claw that he can feel safe that he’s being cared for.

“Is that it? Is it me feeling safe? I know I never felt comfortable being so naked in the world. It is why I wore a suit. But this is naked too in a different way, yet it’s not… Am I weak for seeking safety? No, perhaps not. There is nothing weak about it. To let someone else do this to you. It takes courage to let it happen. More than that, trust and understanding. A level of caring not afforded to so many people. To feel loved and secured by a level of bondage like this? Its certainty in an uncertain world. There is nothing cowardly in wanting that. Nor seeking it. Everyone does. But we all have different ways of going about it. Perhaps this is my way? My way of finding inner peace and serenity. Oh, perhaps I’m just a horny fucker who gets off on being tied up and being in latex. That’s a fair observation and no less wrong per say. I should be grateful Teri is taking so much of his own time to do this with me. Though I feel he might want me to go a certain route. He’s taken a shine to me,” Brian thinks.

He relaxes further, sinking down into his bondage, the collar helping keep his head up, his body in a way partially suspended by the room’s unique bondage. He squeaks softly, hands and toes wiggling in their bondage, “I like him too. Perhaps not in that way. He does have an alluring charm about him. And how he has his girls? It's cute and lovely. I never saw anything like it before. I don’t think I would mind exploring this a bit further. But I don’t have a choice in the matter right now, do I?”

More time passes, more thoughts flow in and out of his mind. Simple relaxation, simple enjoyment. Stewing in arousal that seems to become the norm. A faceless creature of desire and lust, left here to simmer and perfect. Each sound from the outside world garnering his attention. His heart picks up the beat, is it time now? How much time has gone by? If it wasn’t for the occasional sounds from outside of the room, there would be no idea that time is even passing by. Time is an expression of change. If nothing changes, how can time truly be a thing to be noticed? Sort of like sleep. Nothing changes for you when you sleep, and time passes instantaneously, as if it wasn’t there.

This is a waking sleep, where time has no meaning with the only changes happening within him. Mind and body drifting endlessly till suddenly there’s a click and a grind, the mirror moves, the door opens. Stepping out in front of him in a pair of tight cyclist shorts and just as tight and matching shirt is Teri.

Brian feels an eagerness and rush move through him. Like a dog happy to see his Master again after being parted for so long, even if it's been for a few hours, that bond and connection is there. He kneels up a bit till the tight bondage around his collar stops him from moving further. He squirms and wiggles in his bondage looking straight up at him.

“Someone is eager to see me,” chuckles Teri, walking over to him, gently petting him on the head.

Those sharp claws, the domineering powerful claws, send shivers through Brian’s body. A sense of safety and security washing over him. Teri taking these moments to simply size up and assess Brian. Using his years of experience to understand just how well he’s taken to the situation.

Eventually Teri crouches down before him, “Have you been a good boy?” he asks.

Brian nods.

“Good boy,” he says, patting his head, reaching down to unzipper the bulge, “Let’s see how good of a boy you’ve been,” he says, looking down at the aching throbbing length. It was slightly soft given the breaks between stimuli but the last few heart beats that make it return to full attention hit Brian’s member just as Teri reaches out to caress the length.

Brian moans bucking his hips forward, feeling the pre-cum that has built up within the cock sleeve, making it slick and wet within.

Teri grips the length and pumps it a few times, letting the latex slide along the human’s length, “Ah yes, I can see just how good you’ve been. I swear you could climax from thought alone if you tried hard enough. But that’s not what I want you to do. Not yet at least,” Teri chuckles placing the aching black rubber member back into the bulge, “Does my pet need some walkies?” he asks in a soft cutesy voice.

Brian squirms a little, panting heavily, shuddering at the thought he’d walk around like this, but then eventually he nods.

“Good boy. It's good to stretch your legs a bit. But I hope you don’t mind; we’ll keep your arms like that for a while longer. We’ll just get your walking boots on, and we’ll be off.” says Teri, unhooking Brian from the spot in the room, pulling out a leash and leashing the front of his collar, pulling him up slowly back onto his feet with a squeak.

Brian grunts and groans, his muscles stiff from their constant position. The pain a reminder of just how human he is, but yet he realizes just now that he didn’t even feel how cramped up his body was. The pleasure and bondage of the moments held down here pushed away anything that could have marred the moment, “Did I want it so badly that I didn’t even feel how badly my body was tensing up kneeling like that?” he thinks.

Teri tugs him forward, drawing him out of his thoughts, “We’re going to have a nice walk into town. Well less of a walk but more of me running a few errands and you coming with,” he says with a chuckle.

Brian stops in his tracks as Teri mentions it at the base of the stairs.

Teri stops when he feels the leash grow taut. He looks down at him, “What’s wrong pet?”

The human squirms, trying to think of how to convey the words. Unable to really speak he looks up at him, legs squeaking against each other. He tries to convey with his eyes what he wants to say, forgetting for just a moment that he’s just a faceless creature, wrapped in rubber.

Teri though, smiles, giving the feigned thought that the raptor is ‘clever’ enough to read the human’s faceless facial expressions, “I know what has you, and don’t you worry. The town I live in is a special kink town, where such sexual and lewd displays are perfectly fine if not ordinary. An entire town to allow people to express their fetish desires without those who are deemed not to be of the appropriate age group to see till they are ready to do so.

Brian sighs and nods, answering only part of the problem with the situation but giving up on the rest, feeling the tug of the leash, pulling him up the stairs following his Master with all control given up to him, “Now I do feel like a pet. Subservient to him. Unable to fully express myself, leaving it all up to him to figure out what I really mean. Just like a real animal… Now I am starting to see why he’s doing it this way. He’s breaking me down to be a simple house pet. And I don’t think I mind that. It’s not as sexually focused as a toy but then it's just as kinky and arousing.”

Teri pulls him forward, to the ground floor and over toward the front door. There he sees a pair of knee-high black leather high heel pony boots, “I know how much you like your pony play. So, I thought I’d add a little bit in with our pet play, how does that sound?” Teri asks gently patting Brian on the head.

Brian tenses, clenching his butt cheeks, feeling as if he was about to get pounded, his arousal growing, cock twitching, he sees the glossy shiny black boots, knowing they are for him. Then the weight of the thought that he’d be wearing it in front of others like this…

“Well do you pet?” Teri asks tugging on the chain, pulling Brian back to reality.

He nods in response.

Teri smiles, petting the human on the head, “Good. Don’t worry I’ll put them on you. If I asked Lucy to do it, she’d kill me, and I’d be sleeping in the dog house. And that’s where you should be,” he says with a chuckle, guiding Brian over to the boots.

Brian’s arms still tightly held in the arm binder, feeling just how completely at Brian’s mercy he is. So helpless and bound, the first boot is moved in front of him.

“Up,” Teri commands.

Without hesitation he does as he’s told lifting his featureless rubber foot up and into the leather boot. The rubber squeaking loudly, running tightly across his skin, squeezing his foot as he slips into the boot which raises his heel up, toes being squeezed by the boot and rubber, adding a little layer of bondage to his situation.

“If you are a good pet. Perhaps in the future I can get you some hooves and a body harness to go along with the get up, but you have to be a good pet and show your dedication to the role as my house pet,” he explains.

“Really? I… wait why am I excited for that? I have my own gear. And I could buy it myself why is the thought that he’s rewarding me so… lovely?” he thinks, feeling the boot around his leg, the long leather tongue pressing along his front as Teri latches the long black shoelace onto the silver latches, pulling the boot tighter and tighter around the human’s leg.

Brian feels the squeeze, his body jerked a little forward, the boot pressing along his calf, the rubber squeaking the leather creaking, the process repeated again. If it wasn’t for his experience with such boots he’d feel a loss of balance and wobbling, forced to stand on his toes, the weight of the boot adding to his attire. Though with the onset of the armbinders, Teri once he has him all geared up takes it nice and slow.

“One step then another pet,” he says, guiding Brian out of the house.

The human shudders in excitement, feeling the heat of the sun on his rubber body, heating fast, while the cool air counters a little bit of it. His feet clip clop across the ground, each step made with a high gait that he’s secretly expecting that his Master wants him to do. He wobbles and adjusts himself, not used to the weight of his arms behind him as he walks.

“Good, good. You’re doing fine,” Teri says encouraging him, “I wasn’t expecting such a well-mannered display, but I do appreciate the effort,” he compliments, guiding Brian to his self-driving car, helping him into the passenger seat before he gets into the driver seat.

“Dry cleaning,” Teri commands.

“Yes, Master Teri,” the computer responds.

Brian looks at the computer, “It didn’t speak like that last time.”

Teri smirks, “I have it on my personalized mode. The town we’re going to is Kinkston. Rather apt name given what I’ve told you, don’t you think?”

Brian silently nods, “One-way conversations… such a pet thing.”

“You’re such a good listener. I wish my wife was sometimes,” he says with a sigh, looking over to him, “But don’t you tell her that! She’d have my black scaley hide if I did!” he lets out a chuckle.

“I have a feeling he’s acting this. Making me feel more like a pet than anything else… and I have to say it is working and in a way I kind of like it,” he thinks.

“Good boy,” he says, petting Brian on the head, who suddenly finds himself nuzzling into the claws, “Oh who is eager to be my pet?”

Brian tenses a little, realizing his recent action.

“Awe a little surprised at yourself already? Don’t worry, you’ll be amazed at what I’m going to get you to do soon,” says Teri with a chuckle, the car taking them into town which is about a ten-minute drive from his mansion abode. There Teri sees people in all sorts of BDSM and sexualized gear as if it were nothing. People in pet play attire, and others being walked in heavy pet bondage down the streets. While others wear what would be not street legal clothes in many parts of the country. In a way it's like a kink convention took over an entire town and became the norm.

“I remember hearing about this town. It’s also a kink tourist place. For people to come and enjoy their kinks in a public setting without getting into trouble with the law enforcement,” Brian thinks, heart racing at the realization that this is the real deal. That he’s soon going to be taken out and seen like this in a crowded and public place.

“Here we are,” says Teri the car pulling into a parking spot, stepping out of the car, he gets to the passenger side, opening and leashing him, “Come boy.”

Brian nods, stepping out of the car with a clip clop. The door is slammed behind him, he looks to see the busy side streets, people walking by some noticing him right away taking pictures. He squirms feeling how ‘naked’ he is in front of these people, but he’s given no time to dwell upon it when his leash is tugged, moving him forward toward “Bob’s dry cleaning’ a simple named place, but when he sees the sign that says, “We do express latex cleaning!” in big letters on the front he knows this is not a normal town by far.

Teri pulls him forward then stops a few feet in front of the doorway, guiding Brian off to the side where there are two leashed rubber clad ‘pets’ not unlike himself. But these pets were in gimp suits, on all fours with padded elbows and knees so they can walk around comfortably. They look up at them letting out soft playful whines, “What a pair of good girls we have here,” says Teri giving both of them a little pet before Teri ties his leash to the same stand as them, “No pets allowed in the business, so you’ll have to wait out here. Don’t worry I won’t be gone too long.”

“Wait you are leaving me here already?” Brian thinks, squirming, tugging on the leash.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back,” says Teri patting the human on the head, walking off into the room, the door opening with a bell jingle.

“We get here and the first thing he does is leave me here? Next to two others?” Brian thinks, looking at the rubber bound people. One a human like himself the other a vixen, her orange tail wagging excitedly. They move over to him and nuzzle and sniff his pony boots. They let out a soft playful yip and whines.

Brian squirms looking at their playful animal like behavior. All he can do is let out muffle moans and groans. The two pets look at each other and then back at him, nodding in a sense of understanding while they playfully run their bodies up against his boots with loud squeaks.

Brian adjusts and keeps himself balanced, looking to see those walking by taking pictures of them, while others go, “What wonderful pets,” going over to get a few selfies of them, before walking off. The two four legged bound pets eager to pose and roll onto their backs to get belly rubs, really enjoying their time, while he feels as if he might die of embarrassment, his breathing deep and heavy.

“I’m back my lovelies!” says a domineering large anthropomorphic brown bear female, dressed in rather domineering and revealing attire, “Oh I see this is the pet Teri was telling me about. Were you keeping my girls’ company?” she asks. The two other pets eagerly whining and moving back over to her.

Brian tenses and then nods.

“What a good boy. Keep up the good work. Teri is a good Master, you are lucky,” she says petting him on the head before leaving him.

As Brain continues to wait, he thinks, “I didn’t think I’d miss those two girls. Having company like this felt… nice.” He feels how exposed he is to be alone, but after another ten or so minutes Teri comes out with a bunch of dry cleaning in his claws, “Sorry that took so long. I got lost in conversation with a friend and then one of my shirts wasn’t ready yet! Could you believe it? But I got it for free for the inconvenience, which is nice,” he says, taking Brian by the leash, taking him back to the car so he can put the dry cleaning into the back.

“Now that’s done. How about we walk to the grocery store? It’s not that far away and we can both use the exercise,” says Teri with a chuckle tapping his well-sculpted belly, pulling on the leash moving Brian forward toward their next destination.

“Funny Master,” Brian thinks, walking with his high gait, trying to focus on what he’s doing so he’s less aware of all those who are around him. The heavy pounding of his heart, the rush of adrenaline, a delightful and fearful experience as they make their way to the grocery store.

The automatic doors slide open and at first glance it looks like your run of the mill grocery store, but as Teri takes his leash and coils it around the large metal shopping cart, hitching Brian to wherever he goes, he slowly starts to see just how weird and unique a place Kinkston town really is.

He clips clops across the grey tiled floor, Teri pulling out his grocery list, “Here you hold this so I can look at it as we shop,” says Teri taking the long sticky note and patting it onto Brian’s chest, “Let’s see. Need some lunch meat. Milk. Eggs. A pound of butter… why so much butter? Cleaning supplies… I’m never good at this, but I wanted to get you out of the house and show off my new pet. So, remember my sacrifices, pet, for I do this for you,” says Teri, petting him on the head, pushing the cart forward, which pulls Brian along.

“For me… right. I’m so naked here. Sure, I am not the only one but so many can see me! Literally they look and see me… well do they really?” Brian thinks, moving through the store, going up and down the aisles. Teri stopping to have a conversation with that same brown bear that he saw earlier.

“Teri! Fancy meeting you here!” says the bear, in her claws is the leash that has her two pets who are holding up baskets that are specifically designed to be placed onto their backs so they can carry goods around.

“Now Miss Bearstein, I think you might be following me if I run into you here now,” he replies.

“Oh nonsense. If I got here first, it would be you that is following me,” she retorts.

“But I told you where I was going, and I did not hear a hide nor scale of you going this way. I might think you’d want to come this way to show off your pets more to my simple pet. Trying to show me up now?”

“Now would I go on and do that?” she asks with a big smile. Her pets and Brian left to stand there helpless, bound, eager in their own unique ways as they are put to the wayside as their Master and Mistress have their little ‘argument.’

Brian looks down at the bear’s pets once again. They wait eagerly, tail wagging from the vixen while the human keeps her head low, squirming in her position, body squeaking. He can’t help but relate to their situation, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, careful not to lose his balance, the fear of which is always lingering in the back of his mind, yet at the same time he feels at home, company with all that is going on. He’s being who he is, and no one's judging. All the attention he’s been getting is positive, feeding back into his mind just what he is desiring and wanting from this.

Even though people aren’t seeing him, they are seeing him for who he is, and as fearful as that sounds, and as he experiences it, there is something to be said about it that he can’t shake. A nagging feeling of enjoyment and serenity he’s finding front he experiences.

While his Master is dealing with more ‘important’ matters, and having the discussion with this other pet owner, he and the two girls were being in place, patient, eager to continue yet obedient. The choice wasn’t theirs to make of when to go and when to stay. That worry and concern about life stripped from them, and it feels wonderful and made all the more obvious now that they are here helplessly waiting in their bondage as their owners hash out their little discussion.

Brian sees there are a few people, that snap a few pictures and talk amongst themselves, but even these conversations aren’t one of decrying the situation but more of ‘they look so awesome’ or ‘that’s a lovely get up’ or even ‘I wish I had the courage to do that’ with a hint of longing and wanting.

“Courage… am I being courageous? Just to do this? I can’t help it. I have no choice in the matter, but is that really being courageous? When I think of courage, I think of far grander things than this. Well, I could call this a type of courage. Not one to be celebrated but more of a personal challenge. One where I can be just pleased with myself that I am able to do… which I am doing. Right here. Right now. I’m being a pet. Tied up, held in bondage. A good boy as it were,” he thinks, feeing a shiver run down his spine as he mutters those fateful words.

“I’m really loving this. But is that a surprise? I suppose not. I was just afraid of going all the way in. But… all those eyes I just… not sure if I can get used to that like these two,” he thinks, looking down at the two girls who are paying no mind to those around them. They occasionally move over and nuzzle Brian on the ankles and thighs, playing up to what they are but they soon return to their position, looking up at their owner with longing eyes, wanting to enjoy her command once again.

“Well then. We’ll see about that later then,” Mrs. Bearstein says with a playful wink, “Come girls,” she commands the girls let out a playful excited whine and yip, following them.

“Ah that woman has such a competitive nature,” says Teri looking over to Brian, “Come, we have much to get… ah yes eggs!” he says after studying the grocery list that is on Brian.

Brian follows, tugging along, taken deeper into the grocery store. The start of a common occurrence that will be played out time and time over several months. When he’s in the grocery store, keeping up his gait, staying so close to his Master that he makes sure that the leash never grows fully taut.

Teri looks at him, Brian in a fully pony bondage gear with hand hooves and front arm binder that keeps his hands up and in front of him. The grocery list tapped to the front right hoof, “What else do we need, pet?” he asks.

Brain moves his body so his hoof can face toward his master. His body is full of pleasure and joy, his focus is on him. His highly polished body is the only thing that helps fight against the void black illusion his rubber clad body gives.

“Ah yes we need more oil. We always seem to run out of it so fast. Perhaps a bit too much fried foods… or it could be something else,” Teri chuckles as Brian replies with a soft stomp.

Teri looks at him, “What is it pet? Do you think it's something else?” he asks, running a claw along his smooth faceless chin.

Brian responds with a soft huff, giving two stomps.

“No? Well, if you say so,” he says,'' look over the list, “After that I think we’ll have one more stop and then we can head back. You’ve been such a good boy.”

Brian gives a single stomp in agreement.

He chuckles, “I’m pleased you are enjoying yourself. It is rather fun to have you around,” he says, the shopping continuing for another twenty minutes. Brain feels joy and delight in his expression of himself. Gone are the days of self judgement. His twitching aching cock a common reminder of just how much he’s enjoying himself. The bulge is a reminder that he can’t touch what he hasn’t earned. And what does he earn? The sweet release from Master’s touch of course.

“We didn’t get any perishables this time around, so my mismanagement of our trip isn’t going to hurt us,” says Teri with a chuckle, tugging at Brian’s leash, moving him closer while his claws give the bulge a firm tender squeeze.

The human moans in delight, panting, aching, throbbing, twitching. Eyes upon him from the local ‘sex tourists’. Having come here so often he can recognize through his hood which people are ‘locals’ , those who come here all the time like Teri and himself. Those who are the tourists, people who come to see kinky people like himself. And lastly the ‘visitors’ are those who come to enjoy the same delights as those who are local here. To be as kinky and open as they can without any stigmata or worries of those who shouldn’t be seeing such sexual delights till the time is right.

“Now that I think about it. Have I brought you to our local Toys-4-U store?” he asks, tying him to the cart while he unloads the groceries into the back of the car.

Brian shakes his head giving two solid firm stomps, hearing a few pictures being snapped from a phone from a nearby tourist.

“I thought I would have done that with you by now. Seeing that is how we met is through the company. Then again you’ve been the original super megastore, haven’t you?”

He gives a solid stomp.

“This is nothing like that big place. It’s a much smaller convenience store. But the people who work there are friendly, nice and not everyone is a toy, imagine that. Toys-4-U hires real life people!” he chuckles.

Brian lets out a huff, “I knew K-2003 hired people and had non-toys as workers. There’s just a lot more in the megastores,” he thinks.

Teri gently pets him on the head, “Don’t be disappointed now, but… let's walk our way there. It's only a block away and with a cool spring day like today? I’m sure you don’t mind,” he says, locking the car up, putting away the shopping cart, dragging Brian along for the ride before taking the leash, taking him down the street.

“Don’t forget your gait but give me three stomps if you are getting tired, okay pet?” he asks.

Brian nods, giving a single stomp in acknowledgement. They move down the street passing by a large glass booth big about three feet wide and six feet in depth. There are small holes all around that are sealed by black rubber that could be pushed through or removed, “Oh that’s open… perhaps maybe a bit later I can see if you really want to express yourself as my pet. And give you a good reward to boot for being so good,” chuckles Teri.

Brian looks to the booth knowing exactly what it is, having seen it be used by others many times before. A shiver runs down his spine, his sleek body squeaking as he continues walking past it. Not answering the question, partially because he’s fearful to answer the question, his mind going on about the proposal, “Am I really that kind of person? That would really strip me bare, wouldn’t it? There would be no barriers left, but then again. I do keep coming back to him. There’s something about how he treats me. So domineering yet caring. Firm yet soft, that I just… Would it be so bad? I do love the feel of Master when he… I can wait. I’m not that lost where I can’t hold off for a few more hours. That’s nothing compared to what I did as a Toys-4-U hypno suited toy.”

His train of thought is derailed by the sudden tug of his leash, “Pet, we are here,” says Teri, Brain looking up at the Toys-4-U store logo, the store no bigger than a convenience store is much like the ones he’s seen but rarely been in. Once you go into the megastores, it always feels so… small when going to the stores that are within the city.

Teri smirks pulling at the leash, “I know what you are thinking. What could this quaint little store have that you can’t get at the megastores? There’s a homeliness about it that perhaps the bigger stores lack… but I do think today you will find it far more familiar than normal.”

Brian looks at him curiously, tilting his head, noticing Teri’s sly raptor toothed grin, “Oh?” he asks with a soft raptoric purr, his green feathered crest rising up a little bit, “Did I make my pet a little curious? Or did I spoil the surprise?”

“Surprise?” Brian thinks.

“I suppose I think I said too much now,” he says, tugging on the leash, guiding him forward into the store. The automatic doors sliding open, the smell of leather, latex and polishes waft over the couple. The familiar greeting rings out the moment they step into the store.

“Hello! Welcome to the local Kinkston Toys-4-U store!” exclaims a sleek traditional colored rubber vixen toy with yellow hair and blue eyes. A blue, yellow, and red collar and cuffs adorn their body. Their breasts squeak, lovely set of matching handles on their hips. The toy’s golden tag jingles with the designation of V.V.-2113. The toy gives a cordial bow, rump hiked in the air, standing in a spot in the front of the store that is raised on a pedestal that is one foot in height. The toy’s butt sways side to side, tail hiked nice and high. Its voice is high pitched and a little bubbly with a lot of excitement.

Teri reaches out gently, petting the toy on the chin with a soft squeak, “What a lovely greeting from a lovely toy.”

“Thank you sir! This one is pleased to be of service. Don’t hesitate this one or any other employee at this fine establishment for any assistance you may need.”

The cashier, who isn’t that far away, waves, standing straight and proper, “Hello, welcome to the Toys-4-U store,” says another anthropomorphic vixen soft orange fur with a white tipped tail. Her blue eyes look over to them, long beautiful yellow hair. She gives off a faint sense of nervousness that feels off.

“Something is going on here…” Brian thinks, his footsteps clip clop across the tiled floor, his body squeaking.

“Afternoon Miss Vixen, how’s your day been?”

“It’s been good Teri. How have you been?” she asks, thinking.

“Well, bringing my pet out for a walk and I decided to show him this lovely establishment. But are you okay? You seem a little nervous?” he asks with a soft raptoric inquisitive purr, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m not nervous but…” she says, motioning Teri closer, thinking, “Just playing it up a little, though.”

“Oh, this has to be good,” he mutters, tugging on Brian’s leash pulling him forward up to the counter, “What is it?” he asks with a soft whisper.

“The big cheese is here. Everyone's a little tense about her visit,” he whispers.

A familiar voice speaks up from across the store, “Big cheese? Is that related to this one?” K-2003 asks, walking out from deeper within the store.

“Oh my God, how good is this toy’s hearing?” he remarks softly.

“This one has really good hearing. It is modeled after a sergal,” it says pointing to its ears, the sleek black rubber toy with cyan hair and eyes, cuffs that say in elegant cursive lettering of “Fuck Toy.” It walks elegantly up to the front but with a bounce in its step, naked breasts bouncing with its perky cyan nipples.

Brian tenses, eyes looking upon his friend of a toy K-2003, that silver tag, the motions, its personality, something that he can never forget, “Why is it here? Teri knew it was going to be here, didn’t he? Testing me with someone that knows me so well?” he thinks, swallowing a little lump in his throat, shivering in delight, a renewed excitement that is reminiscent of the very start of his time as a pet with Teri.

The raptor smirks at his pet, tugging on the leash forward while the cashier remarks, “Modeled after doesn’t mean to copy all their traits, but ah… no! Of course not relating to you like that. I would never insult you Miss K-2003.”

“K-2003 is just fine, toy CEO would work too it supposes?” it says tilting its head, rubbing its chin, wiggling its butt.

“Ah, I think… okay toy CEO. Has your inspection of our store been up to what you like?” he asks.

“Your manager has been very accommodating.”

“My manager is a toy…”

“And?”

“Nothing. Just weird to be working for a rubber fuck object.”

“Weren’t you always since this one owns the company?”

“Touché.”

“Gesundheit.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you sneeze?”

“No, I spoke a French word that means… well what I think it means for why I said it? Now that I think about it, I never thought about the definition.”

“That’s not nice, calling a whole language a sneeze.”

“W-wha? I didn’t say that. You were the one that assumed I sneezed when I said touché.”

“Gesundheit.”

“Ah…”

Teri steps in, “K-2003. It's a pleasure to see you. I honestly wasn’t expecting you to be here today.”

“You weren’t? This one thought it sent you that email that it was going to be here today and if you wanted to come down and visit you are free to do so between the hours of twelve to eight.”

“Eight? You are going to be here till eight?” remarks the cashier.

“Yup! A full shift of time to make sure everything is in order,” K-2003 says with a nod, “But since you didn’t get this one’s email, it is pleased that you managed to come anyway. How lucky is that?”

“Very lucky,” Teri says with a chuckle, “It allows me to introduce my pet here,” says Teri tugging the leash forward.

“Pet?” K-2003 says moving in closer trying to get a good close look at Brian, who squirmed and shifted his weight from one hoof to another. He looks at K-2003, those softly glowing eyes, and even with his increased height thanks to his pony boots, the sergal toy easily towers over him.

“Yes, a nice pet I’ve gotten and been training up over these past few months.”

“Speaking of the past few months, this one wanted to ask you something, and it's been slipping its mind… which is surprising because latex has a lot of friction… unless you lubricate or get it wet… but then anything can be said for anything like that…”

“What is it?” Teri asks.

“This one wanted to inquire if it's charity auction went well for you? It asked the one in the suit and they believe so, as they say but this one likes to check with you too.”

“Now you mention it. I think I saw that email asking me about it.”

“Oh good our email system is working, it was getting worried there for a moment.”

“To answer your question, yes. It was well worth the value I got, and I’d happily do it again.”

“Wonderful! This one will try to keep that in mind,” it says with a rump wiggle.

“Though you might be having trouble finding the same volunteer again for the auction.”

“Really? And this one thought they liked it.”

“Oh they loved it, that’s for sure.”

K-2003 sighs in relief, “That’s good. It has been worried about them. Not seeing them around as often. Then again this one has been busy itself…”

“Well, you can say they are often finding themselves rather tied up as of late,” Teri says with a sly toothy grin.

“Well, they are a famous poker player. This one would expect them to get all kinds of promotion jobs outside of their good play style.”

“Possibly. They have been prancing around a lot, if you catch my drift.”

“Prancing? Drift? As in driftwood? This one has nothing of yours to catch not even a cold… though this one isn’t sure it can catch them… how does one catch those anyway and more importantly why would you? A sick user isn’t good at all. Being healthy is a top priority here at Toys-4-U,” it says with an affirmative nod.

“Ahhh,” remarks the cashier, thinking, “I need to check my information. Is this really what I think it is? Is this toy really the owner of Toys-4-U?”

Teri lets out a soft sigh, “I heard about this but seeing it for myself is something else,” he remarks, “What I mean is that Brian is rather smoothing himself out in a more form fitting way.”

“Oh, is he in a relationship now?”

“You could say something like that. He’s rather leashed to the sexy raptor as it were,” he says with a wink giving Brian’s leash a firm tug, forcing him forward.

Brian pants, breathing in the sweet rubber aroma thinking, “K-2003. If you don’t get what he means at this point. I don’t think you ever will.”

K-2003 looks at Teri, eyeing him up, looking at the leash in his claws, up to the rubber bound person before it. It rubs its chin getting nice and closer to Brian, who shifts more on his hooves, tugging a little at the constraints to keep him in a proper ‘pony’ stance with his hands, his shiny black leather boots creaking, “Hmmm… if toy is reading you correctly. Then ohhhhhh,” it says the toy leaning in even closer, its glowing eye pressing up against the micro holes in the hood, which illuminates the small area within the hood, “Yes, this one can see! Well toy isn’t going to spoil as privacy is important…”

“Trust me toy, he’s not getting that much privacy. I’ve been working on training him to be a very good public pet. This is what your third time coming back?” Teri asks, looking at him.

Brian gives four stomps in response, “Four, was it? Huh, how time flies when you are having fun.”

“And he’s been having fun yes?” K-2003 asks leaning in close to Teri, rump hiked, tail swaying.

“A lot of fun. He’s being himself finally. A suit of himself rather than anything else. Though I surmise he likes being those other things, but at least now? He’s okay with who he is. My little bitch of a pony toy,” he chuckles.

“Well, isn’t that just spiffy. This one is so pleased to know, see and hear of it,” it says with a strong affirmative nod, looking to Brian, the toy gently rubbing along his head in that same teasing manner that he knows it for, “Don’t be shy to visit. Or ask your Master to visit this one again,” it says with a wink.

“If he asks, I’ll be sure to take it into consideration K-2003.”

“Wonderful!” K-2003 exclaims with a rump wiggle.

“Though… I will say I haven’t seen that toy look before K-2003, is that one new?” Teri asks motioning to the toy greeter.

“That one? Fairly new, yes.”

“Miss Vixen, I hope you don’t find it odd to have a toy that looks so like you. Or did you model for it?” he inquires.

The vixen shakes her head, “I did not,” she responds, thinking, “One of the reasons why I am here…”

K-2003 shakes its head, “She did not. But that’s the fun thing about time paradoxes!” it exclaims.

Teri tilts his head as he and Miss Vixen both exclaim, “What did you say?”

“That’s the fun thing about coincidences?” it responds.

“I don’t think that is what you said K-2003,” says the vixen.

“This one is sure it is what it said, for it just said it,” it replies with an affirmative nod and a big smile.

“Right…”

Teri clears his throat, “Anyway, I need to get my shopping done. You have a good day K-2003.”

“This one will! It always appreciates your patronage,” it says with a rump wiggle going back over to the toy greeter, “Such a good toy, you’re doing wonderful, keep up the good work,” it says gently petting the toy which nuzzles into the toy’s hands.

“This one will Toy Mistress, and it will do its best to serve you and be of service to others,” it responds with an eager squeak.

“This one knows you will, it put a lot of special effort into forming your lovely and unique material,” it replies, walking off deeper into the store, while Brian and Teri go about their shopping, picking up a few leather bondage straps and sleek Toys-4-U cherry blossom scented lubricant, “Lucy will love this… I should get two bottles just incase,” he says gathering the items, placing them into a basket held by Brian’s hooves, “Don’t you think, or should I get three?”

Brian gives three stomps.

“Yeah, you’re right, four it is,” he says, placing two more into the basket, “And one French Vanilla just for flavor,” he says with a chuckle. They return back to the counter, where the vixen happily rings them up.

“There you go, have a good day. Stay safe out there Teri. The world is a strange and sometimes dangerous place,” she cautions.

“Thank you, Miss Vixen, I appreciate your concern. Though hardly anything bad happens here in Kinkston,” he replies, tugging on Brian’s leash, guiding him out of the store.

The vixen waves goodbye thinking, “Famous last words before a giant monster shows up.”

“Have a good day! Come back again to the local Kinkston Toys-4-U store!” says the V.V.-2113 rubber vixen toy with an eager wave.

“I’m sure I will,” says Teri, waving the toy off, “That was a nice visit wasn’t it Brian?”

He responds with a single stomp.

“I thought so. And you’ve been so well behaved and helpful in there. Seeing all those delightful objects just… well I did say I was going to reward you didn’t I?”

Brian feels a rush through him, his twitching cock growing harder at the idea of a reward but then a weight presses down upon him, one of nervousness and embarrassment. His cheeks growing warm, only cooled by the wind when Teri swipes a credit card to rent out a public sex booth.

“Just a quickie, for me. That way I can handle taking you all the way back home with me where we can talk with me having a clear head,” says Teri with a soft domineering primal raptor growl, his feather crest rising, pulling Brian into the room, leashing him to the opposite end of the room. Grabbing some of the rope he just purchased he ties and spreads the human’s legs apart, locking them into D rings built into the base of the room.

“Wait, wiat… he really is going to do it? Isn’t he?” Brian thinks, realizing just the situation he’s now in. He looks around already seeing some people pull out their phones, starting to record the free show they are about to get. Two eager patrons look like they want to join in but then one taps the other on the shoulder pointing to an electric banner sign that ran across the exterior of the pod.

“It's a private session.”

“Damn… oh well, it’ll be fun to watch,” says the other, kicking the ground in disappointment while Brian feels the zipper being pulled down, revealing his exposed rear to the cool air, to the public who could be in the right angle to see.

“Oh fuck…” he thinks, moaning, tensing and squirming on his hooves, moving his arms but unable to get more than a simple tight tug at the already taut arm pony hoof bondage he’s in.

“Relax pet. You’ll enjoy this, I know you will,” says Teri, who unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing ribbed purple length.

Teri’s zipper echoed in the room. The noises from the outside world starting to grow quieter not from any kind of sound proofing but because Brian is so focused on what Teri is about to do that hearing a splurging noise from a bottle being squeezed made him tense up and squeeze his butt cheeks, “Relax pet. Just going to prepare you.”

Brian takes slow deep breaths, trying to calm himself, a mix of fear, embarrassment and excitement swim within his body, different chemicals flooding his mind, his cock throbbing so hard, telling him the truth of just how much he wants this. His length tightly held in that lock null bulge, unable to cum. He’s left at the mercy of his Master, and now it's soon going to be his time to shine and please him.

“Is that the smell of Cherry Blossoms?” he thinks, suddenly feeling a cool sensation as two claws that are very lubricated claws are slipped into his rear, pumping in and out of his hole, making sure it's nice and lubricated.

“There we go, now a little on myself to make this extra smooth, and away we go,” says Teri, the sound of wet squelches heard behind Brian, the sounds making him shiver, knowing soon he’ll feel… that cock tip against his anal ring.

Brian takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it, relaxing his body for his Master only to tense up again when he notices there are even more eyes upon them, “I never done it in public before,” he thinks, grunting, feeling his Master’s length slip into his body.

“Shh, relax pet. No one to think about but just us,” he says, slipping himself deeper into the human, spreading his insides, pressing down onto his prostate, sending small waves of pleasure through the bound and helpless human. His sharp claws run delicately against the durable rubber.

Brian shudders, feeling his Master’s length push deeper and deeper into him, filling him with a pleasure and delight he’s come to expect from his uniquely shaped shaft. Each rib and pulse of the member drew him deeper into the raptor’s loving control. His claws easily felt through the rubber, shuddering at the touch as he is pounded.

“That’s it. Relax. It’s just us. Those other eyes upon you don’t matter. They never do. If anything, it should fill you with pride that they aren’t able to experience the delight and pleasure so willingly, freely, and deeply as you and I can at this exact moment,” Teri says, his claws reaching around cupping his bulge, gently squeezing it, teasing the human’s locked but throbbing member.

“Yes Master,” Brian thinks, trying to say the words but his hood muffles them. He looks straight ahead, seeing some people there filming the scene. His cock twitches, heart beats faster, body shifting and squeaking against his Master’s thrusts. He clenches down on the wonderful rod pushed into him, the pleasure rising, body aching even deeper, getting that deep itch that only his Master can scratch.

“Such a good pet. Pleasing Master like you have. And being so obedient and eager for everything I do to you, accepting just how much you really want it,” says Teri with a domineering raptoric purr. He licks along the back of Brian’s rubber clad body.

The human can just feel the soft sensation of the raptor’s tongue pressing down against his rubber, but the cooling sensation that is left in the lick’s wake is what really sent shivers down Brian’s spine. Everything about the situation is out of his control. Left to the whims of his Master, which he trusts so completely and utterly that he knows what he’s doing and is doing it for each other.

A soft deep groan escapes Brian’s mouth. The thrusts behind him grew stronger, firmer, deeper, faster. His master’s claws gently caressing and squeezing his bulge, which teases his aching needy length that much more, pushing toward an edge he already knows he can’t reach but is simply happy to observe.

Those around him fade away, melting in a sea of pleasure. His ass clenches in rhythm with his Master, taught through trial, error, experience. Squeaks fill the air, the scent of lust and sex hanging over head, breathed in with each breath he takes. His Master moans, a sign of pleasure he is giving him. Returning a fraction of the delights and desires that his Master has so graciously given him. A sense of fulfillment and pleasure different from the physical but one deeply set in his mind, built up over these past months and multiple visits to him. There’s something about it all that is so fitting and perfect that he just can’t help himself to sink into a blissful state.

The raptor’s chest slide across Brian’s back. Upward pushes jerked the human’s body, making the squeaks become louder. Soft schlunking noises the lubricant more than enough as it cooled the human’s hole and the raptor’s cock with each pull out that left just the tip within him. The raptor’s hips smacked hard against the human’s exposed butt cheeks, the scaled balls tapping the human’s scrotum, noting just how deep ‘balls deep’ really is.

“That’s it pet. Lose yourself in the moment. Lose yourself in my movements. Lose yourself into me,” Teri says nuzzling the back of the human’s head, using his one free hand to gently caress and hold Brian’s chest, while the other claw doesn’t relent on the bulge.

Brian clenches his teeth, his hands, toes curling as much as his pony boots will allow and then… there’s that soft sweet raptoric trill that’s quick, loud, expressive of Master’s climax. A warmth filling his rear in the following instant, he clenches down, milking his raptor Master for every primal drop he has within him.

Teri is all too happy to give several thrusts into his pet, letting him milk him clean as much as he can. Leaving himself in there for a few moments, giving Brian the time to simply ‘enjoy’ the feeling of him being lodged within. But then he gives a few more thrusts, pulling out a few minutes later, having enjoyed their embrace, “There we go. Very good pet. I hope you enjoyed your reward,” says Teri, zippering up the human’s rear.

Brian pants heavily, still left on edge. His mind swims in the lustful delights that he can’t get away from, nor does he. Kept so pent up he is allowed to freely focus on the pleasure that is given to him, and his body’s wants and needs for it. Broken free from his shyness he accepts his position and the love of the moment; he gives a solid stomp.

Teri smirks, “That’s a good boy,” he replies, pulling himself back into his pants, opening the door, “And our car is here,” he says, unleashing Brian from the stall, tugging him back out, guiding him to the self-driving car which awaits them by the curve, “I called it to be here when we entered,” he explains, placing Brian into the passenger side before he gets into the driver end, letting the car take them back home.

Brian is forced wonderfully so, to let Master’s essence remain in him. His rear is wet with seed and lubricant which grinds against the rubber end. He keeps his ass cheeks clenched, not wanting any of it to escape him. He looks over to Teri, who relaxes in his seat, enjoying the view of the town, and of himself, any time those yellow predator eyes look at him, the human can sense just how much of a prey animal he is compared to Teri’s prowess, and he loves it.

Once back in the Mansion, the raptor maids rush out to grab the groceries and other equipment that he purchased taking them inside, following his commands as he tells them what to do with the Toys-4-U products he bought.

Lucy the pink scaled anthropomorphic female raptor with purple feather crest and domineering eyes watches them all. Teri lets out a soft raptoric purr chirp, “I’m home Lucy, how was everything?

“Fine,” she says looking over to Brian then back to him, “You have a good trip into town.”

“It was relaxing. It’s nice to do some shopping and give the pets a walk from time to time,” he replies, tugging on Brian’s leash.

“Yes they are. At least this one shows some promise. More than I expected.”

“Well Lucy, you know. I have my way with getting down and deep with people,” he replies with a wink, “And later tonight I want to get down and deep with you love.”

Lucy blushes, “Master… it would be my pleasure to do so,” she replies.

“Lovely,” he says nuzzling her, giving a quick lick, “But I need to set up this pet downstairs and… ask him a few questions.”

“Oh?” she asks her feather crest rising.

“One thing at a time.”

“True. It would be fun to break in another girl,” she says with a grin.

“Oh love you know there wouldn’t be much of that,” he says with a wink, guiding Brian into the house, back over down to the basement with those same squeaky steps.

“You say that, but I always find something.”

“The perfectionist as always! See you soon!” Teri yells, guiding all the way down into the cool basement.

The air-conditioned air around Brian sends shivers through his latex that fights between the cool air and his warm body to find a temperature equilibrium. He’s guided over to the hanging racks where there is one of the raptor maids hanging there, naked, tied up in a shibari style, where her purple and black scales are visible. Her member is tied in a cute pink metal chastity device where she has an egg vibrator placed within her, causing her length to twitch and strain against her bondage, dripping into a small saucer below her that catches most of the droplets.

“Maria how are you doing?” asks Teri, reaching down to give her a little fondle, causing the raptor maid to let out a soft girly moan.

“Well Master…” she shudders, twitching and tensing in her bondage.

“Good. I haven’t forgotten about you. You’ll be next on my to do list after two more things.”

“Of course, Master, take your time,” she replies with a hint of eagerness in her voice.

“That’s my girl,” he says, petting her on the head, her purple feather crest rising in delight. Teri then turns back to Brian, “Ready to get tousled up?”

Brian gives a big eager stomp, “Yes Master!” he thinks, squirming a little.

“Good boy,” he says, reaching down to his pony boots, beginning to untie them, “First things first. We’ll need to get you out of these boots and pony gear.” Getting out of the pony boots though is easier than one things. All Teri has to do is untie the first lace and with a few quick tugs he unhooks the laces all the way down, the long tongue flopping forward, making getting out of the boot with a rubbery squeak easy.

Brian grunts in delight his feet aching from the length of time he’s been in them but it’s a delightful pain, one he’s become fond of yet also one he’d pay a thousand-fold to enjoy the time he spends with his Master. Within a few moments his other foot his free and the boots are placed off to the side.

The process is done similarly to his hands though with much less of an ache, except for his arm muscles which have been a little tense held up in the same position for so long. Brian now left standing at attention in his smooth black latex void body. While Teri hooks up the bondage harness. While holding it, he motions Brian to come.

Silently and obediently, he does so, waiting for his next instruction, “Help me up why don’t you?” he asks motioning to the hook in the ceiling for the hanging bondage rack.

Brian nods and stomps the ground, shivering at the realization he’s no longer in his boots, offering him a helping hand.

“Silly boy, but cute,” he replies, chuckling using Brian to reach to the ceiling to hook up the ropes that he begins to slide through, working through the loops and messes he gets the initial rope harnesses set up for Brian’s limbs, “Come boy, let's get you in here,” he says, helping Brian shake and wobble the back of his legs into the back half of the harness.

Teri’s powerful claws guide and move him, sliding his body through a middle rope hoop that will support his midsection while another two more loops are set up for around his upper belly and chest, “There we go, so far so good? Everything comfortable?” he asks.

Brian shivers and nods, “You’re always so good to me Master,” he thinks, moaning out softly, while Teri moves to his legs, bending his feet toward his butt, before tightening the ropes to lock his legs into place.

“Glad you are comfortable pet,” he says, then going up to Brian’s arms grabbing them, pulling them behind his back begging to loop and tie the rope around his wrists together.

Maria lets out a soft raptoric chirp, moaning softly, squirming in her bondage, her tail tied up to keep her nice and exposed, “It’s always exciting to see you work Master.”

“Thank you, Maria, I appreciate the words of encouragement,” Teri replies, then lassoing the wrist to one of the supporting ropes, making it impossible from Brian to lower his arms, “Still comfortable pet?”

Brian squirms, feet wiggling in their rubber, but he nods.

“Good pet, now I’m going to switch your head harness as I want to hook you up to this a little bit more but also, I want you to talk, as I have something I want to discuss with you,” says Teri unzippering the hood.

Brian looks at Teri curiously, “What could he want?” he wonders, the hood eventually being pulled free, tugging at some of his air, the cool air rushing to his skin, a bead of sweat dripping down his nose, his breathing deep and refreshing, he looks up at his Master, “What do you mean Master?”

“I want to discuss the nature of our relationship and where you want to go with it,” he says, putting the hood off to the side, getting a belt head harness that has an attach point for a ball gag but that is currently missing.

“Ohhh, is this that talk Master?” chirps Maria.

“Hush my darling, this is between me and him for now.”

She stiffens, “Yes Master.”

Teri turns back to Brian, slipping on the head harness, securing it nice and tight with a lock before lassoing the rope from the harness to the ropes behind him, forcing his head back a little, making it perfect for anything to slip into his mouth if Teri wanted it too.

“What do you mean Master?” Brian asks curiously, heart racing, body soaking in arousal.

Teri crouches down to get eye to eye to him, his claws gently run across the human’s face, “First, are you comfortable?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good,” he replies giving Brian a nuzzle lick, “Now. I have noticed you keep coming back to me, for longer and longer periods of time.”

“Is that a bad thing Master?” he asks with a hint of fear in his voice.

Teri gently pets his hair, “No, no. Nothing of the sort. But as we worked together, play together, and everything we’ve gone through. I get the feeling that perhaps you may want to take this even further.”

Brian tenses and moans, “Further? How?” he asks with a hint of excitement.

“I know you are an open fellow. Who is rather open and yet also shy about themselves? Of who you are. Perhaps to the point that you aren’t fully comfortable in that skin of yours.”

“Well… to be honest. I am to a degree, but you did help me a lot with that Master, and I am forever grateful to you for it.”

“I appreciate the words, but it does leave me to wonder. If you’d like to become a little bit more like me. And become one of my girls.”

“One of your girls?” Brian asks.

Teri head motions to Maria.

“Hi!” she replies with a grin, wiggling.

Brian tenses, “I…”

Teri puts a claw to his lips, “Relax. No need to answer right away. I’ve told you about it before, haven’t I?” he asks pulling his claws back.

“You have Master.”

“And I will be honest, becoming one of my girls is a lifelong commitment. Undergoing a transition like this is no easy feat. I know you are one who could afford it if you really wanted to, but that’s not the point I’m making here. It’s more of, if you feel more comfortable in a different skin than you are born with. And if so, would you like to join my pack. Live here with me. Adopt a new name. Become forever intertwined in my life and those around you here in this mansion. It’s not something I offer often, there are other pets I keep that would never fit in that world nor want it. But you? You give me that feeling that you might just want it.”

Brian tenses, “I’m not sure what to say. This is offered just so suddenly…”

“But not out of the blue, is it?”

“N-no… not really.”

“I’m going to leave you here to think about it. Feel free to discuss with Maria. She’s three years into her transition. She can give you insight on it. Help you come to a better decision. With that, I’ll be back in a few hours. I have the love of my life waiting for me, and best not to keep her waiting too long. I have that lubricant I want to show off to her,” he says with a playful wink to Brian, standing up, and walking off, giving him one playful smack on the rump on the way out. Unable to look but Brian can hear the creak of his Master’s footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs.

“You know you are so lucky for Master to offer you it. He’s a real stickler for those he adopts into his family,” Maria says with a soft raptoric chirp.

“I know he has that kind of family… but I never thought about joining it seriously till he made the offer just now. I never felt right talking to him about it in length.”

“He prefers you don’t. Some people want to do it for the transition and then leave. Which is for the best you never did.”

Brian turns his head the most he can to see Maria in the corner of his eye, “What does it mean to you?”

“To me? I could say just the world but that would be too generic. Master offered me a place where I could be me. More than that. He let me find who I am. He gave me options, let me play out different fantasies. Finding out what worked and what didn’t for me. Sometimes the idea doesn’t match the reality of the situation you know?”

Brian laughs, “Yeah, I can understand that.”

“And I’ll admit. It’s scary. Giving up your species? Not that I was a big fan of who I was before.”

“Do you mind asking what you were?”

“It’s fine. A rabbit. Going from a soft prey animal to a predator? Growing a third bigger? Accepting the inner female that I kept hidden away all this time? It was terrifying, you know?”

“I could imagine. I’ve used a lot of Toys-4-U products to live out being a female fantasy. I’ve enjoyed them, if I am to be honest.”

“But there’s a difference in playing out the fantasy. Then just going for it, and making it out as reality, you know?”

“I’d nod if I could, but I understand. I often become a rubber shadow lugia when I go out in public. It is who I am when I play my poker games.”

“A shadow lugia that plays poker? Never heard of it.”

“Do you follow poker tournaments?”

“No, not really. I’m more of a speedboat kind of gal.”

“Fair enough. I don’t expect people to know of me. Though to be honest few know me too. I have a few friends that do, some I even get roped up in being rubber pokémon,” he says with a chuckle.

“That sounds fun.”

“Though two people really pushed to find myself. And discover who I am. K-2003 is one, and Teri is the other.”

“Wait, you know the fuck toy CEO?”

“Ah… acquaintances? We’ve met a few times and played each other in poker. She actually beat me.”

“Doesn’t that make you not a really good poker player if a toy beats you?”

“You’d be surprised how good her game is. But anyway. They have a way with me to help me grow. They want me to be me, and accept myself for who I am. And that’s something I love about them to death.”

“Teri is great at that,” she says with a loving sigh.

“And how has your transition been?”

“Long, but so far I’ve had few regrets and been really loving it more than I thought I would. Sure part of it is kinky as fuck. Not that I mind, I’m as kinky as fuck person. But there’s something about the whole ordeal that helps me feel more comfortable with myself than I ever experienced before.”

“I see… Do you mind telling me about your regrets?”

“Ah…” she takes a moment, pausing, taking a deep breath, shifting in her rope bondage, the metal overhead squeaking, “I learned a fair bit about people I thought I knew. Some were against it mainly out of concern for my health and wellbeing. Transitioning between species and gender takes a toll on you. And there is always a risk that something could go wrong. Teri made it very clear to me there was that possibility. And he made me read up on the cases that didn’t pan out. From those whose genes didn’t take. To those who regretted the situation and the lasting effects of it.”

“Try to dissuade you?”

“Not so much to dissuade but to make sure this is a decision I wanted. Having the full picture so I could make the decision for myself. Not for anyone else. As much as Teri would love it. He wants to make sure if you transition, it's not for him, Lucy or the other girls, but for you and your wellbeing.”

“I see,” replies Brian tensing a little bit, feeling his heart race, feeling a part of him be pulled deeper into the conversation.

“Those who were against it for those concerned about me. Over time they came around once they discovered how good it was for me. And this was a decision I really thought about and understood all the risks.”

“And the others?”

“Those who objected to it, because of how it made them feel. For their own reasons. It was tough to discover a few people I was close to just reject me like they did and cut all ties like it was nothing to them. Wouldn’t take the time to listen or have a genuine open conversation to explain to them all the complexities to it, that if I am to be honest that even I don’t know or a hundred percent sure of. But there is one thing I am sure about though.”

“Which is?” asks Brian feeling his heart sink a little.

“That I made the right decision. And though it hurts to lose those I care about. And I wish them well. I hope one day they’ll come around. I wouldn’t be happier to share this with them. To let them discover the person I really am. It would make me so happy. But I can’t dwell on those what if’s. If it happens. It happens. What you need to think about is. Is this something you want? And even if you say yes now. There’s plenty of time to change your mind as all the information is laid bare before you. And there is no love loss because of it. Teri cares about his pets, he cares about us. He only offers because he thinks you’ll love it and it would be an improvement in your life. But in the end, it's your decision, and he respects whatever decision you make.”

Brian nods his body squeaking a little in his rope bondage, “Thanks Maria. You’ve given me a lot to think about. I appreciate the life advice.”

“Welcome!” she replies with a raptoric chirp.

“You’re always so peppy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah… a little side effect from the transition but I don’t mind,” she giggles, squirming her chastity jingling a bit.

“It’s very cute, just like you.”

Maria purrs, “Thanks,” her feather crest that isn’t held down rises a little bit.

A couple of hours later their idle conversation was broken by the sound creaking steps behind him. Brian’s excitement instantly increased like a cat hearing the can opener from across the house. He knew just what is coming, or better put, who.

Teri comes down the steps in his leather metal ring strap body harness BDSM attire. He moves up along the two hanging pets, “Sorry I took so long pets. But when Lucy needs some love, she needs a lot of it.”

“Did she get a little release?” Brian asks with a smile.

“Now, I can’t tell you that pet,” Teri says with a soft butt smack.

“Awe.”

“I know, such is life.”

“But I have been thinking about what you asked of me Master.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“And I think I came to a decision.”

“Already? That was fast.”

“Well, it's not an easy decision but at the moment I think it's the right one.”

“The only right decision is the one you make. The only wrong one is the one you make to lie to yourself or for a simple gratification that only goes skin deep. Sorry for the pun there given what we are discussing.”

“It’s fine Master,” Brian replies, Teri kneeling before him so he can look him in the eye.

“Tell me pet, what did you decide?”

“It's not an easy decision. I really thought about it. And being offered such an opportunity? It made me think just how often I fantasied about something like this. I never realized how much I did till now. Then again I did suit up as so many different races outside of my own for so long.”

“I have noticed that about you pet,” Teri says gently petting Brian on the head.

The human shivers and moans at the touch wanting to nuzzle the claws but the bondage prevents him from doing so. “Anyway… as tempting as it would be. And I am so very tempted by the offer. That right now. I thought about what we have going. Me being your house pet as the human I am? Going out to live part of my life, returning back to you and this wonderful existence? I don’t think I could be happier than that.”

Teri smiles petting him on the head, “Well you could still be the rubber shadow lugia poker player. I think your get up would allow that regardless. But I understand. But so, you know. If you do change your mind? Let me know and we can discuss. But for now, I have one of my lovely girls who has been waiting ever so patiently for me, isn’t that right lovely?”

“The wait makes my heart grow fonder for you Master.”

“What a way with words you have,” Teri says with a soft raptoric purr, grabbing a ball gag, placing it in Brian’s mouth, locking it into place before getting up to play with Maria. Leaving Brian there to squirm and watch the fun they are going to have, knowing full well that he’ll be next...