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Mistress Crystal made me put on a collar before she left. She held the leash in her maw and walked in front of me, dragging me along to my car. Leaving the apartment my cheeks burned hot, I did my best to stare at the floor the whole time. Better not to know who I’m fooling myself in front of, I figured.

Still, I knew my place, I was her pet and just because I was the one who was able to drive didn’t mean my feral Malamute Mistress wasn’t in charge.

“Where are we going, Mistress?” I asked.

She put her forepaws on the dash and looked left and right as if deciding there and then.

“I think my pet deserves some toys for settling into their new position so quickly.”

“Toys?” I was bewildered as I started up the engine. “What kind of toys?”

“The kind they make for adults only, darling,” she said, settling back into her seat and looking up at me, her tail wagging.

“Oh.” My vision swam with buttplugs, cuffs and leather. “Oh!”

“That’s right, pet. While I was in the pet shop I’d sometimes hear the staff talking about a place that sold such things just outside the city. Take us there.”

I could picture a blacked out door, an adults-only sign. I knew the place, though I’d never been inside. I never really thought of myself as especially sexually adventurous until, well… There was no going back now. Since leaving the pet store with Crystal, I had become a dog-fucking sextoy pet for my own feral Mistress. I swear I didn’t plan on this. I swear…

“I don’t know much about it, but I can get us there.”

“Good pet.”

It was halfway through the drive I finally perked up the courage to ask. “Y-you’re not going to have me on the leash as we go through the store are you, Miss?”

“Of course I am.”

My cheeks burned, the crotch of my pants tightened. I whined, like the pup she was turning me into.

“But, Crystal?”

“What’s the problem, pet? Don’t want to be walked around like a feral? Something tells me you would’ve had no problem walking me around in public–naked as I am, with my fat, juicy cookie on display–if you hadn’t submitted to me. Do you think you’re better than me? Better than all ferals?”

“N-No! Of course not! I just- Us bipeds aren’t used to such things, I-”

“Actually, I’m stark naked and I’m letting you wear clothes, this time, so, if anything, you should be thanking me!”

“W-well, ferals are pretty much always naked, so-”

“So that you bipeds can perv on us all day. Oh, I know all about that!”

“W-wait did you say, ‘this time’?”

“Of course.”

“I d-don’t think it would be, uh, legal for you to parade me around naked in public, Mistress.”

“Double standard laws if you ask me, but you’re right. I wouldn’t be able to drag you around balls-out in the middle of the city, as much as I’d like to. But there are places. Haven’t you heard of the private talker parks? Honestly, it seems you did no research before going to the pet store. One impulse decision and now you’re a slut for dogs, for life. And a pet, too, aren’t you?”

“Wh-what about going to work? And-”

“Pshh, pet duties. You can go to work and pretend you’re not a sextoy for your feral Mistress for a few hours a day, that’s fine, but you’re still mine.”

I nodded. Focused on the road. My pants were so tight it had become uncomfortable. Before I knew it her nose was sniffing at my crotch.

“My, my…” she said. “Good boy.”

At the store’s parking lot, she once again picked up my leash with her mouth. I was thankful that it was quiet outside, and there were so few cars here I thought it may just be us and the staff. It was still morning, not exactly peak business hours. I tried not to wonder if anyone was watching me get led through the lot by my dog, though that didn’t stop my cheeks from burning.

The windows of the place were blacked out and the door was marked with an ‘adults-only’ sign, just as I’d remembered. Inside was a small entrance room with a security guard, a black bear, presumably to verify visitors’ ages and deter theft. Finally being face to face with another person made me freeze. The humiliation of what I was doing sunk in all at once. I couldn’t maintain eye contact, Crystal tugged on my leash.

The bear smirked, laughed and shook his head. I noticed his security outfit included a bondage-style harness with metal studs. I hoped at least he’d seen enough kinky stuff in his time that I wasn’t about to be laughed out of the building. He tilted his head down towards Crystal.

“Am I right to assume you’re bringing your bitch into the store today?”

The heat in my cheeks was sparking fierce, but at the same time my dick was throbbing beneath my pants. I couldn’t deny it anymore, part of me liked the humiliation. I let out a little, submissive growl.

Dropping the leash, Crystal spoke. “That’s right. As you can see, he’s not properly equipped for his role in life. I thought we should come here and rectify that.”

We were allowed through without fuss, I could barely believe it, but when Crystal pulled me into the store proper, the security guard pet my head as I went by and said: “Be a good boy in there.”

The worst part is, I liked it. I wagged my donkey tail like a dog’s on pure instinct. Oh lord, this Malamute had really done a number on me.

Inside, the walls and fittings were black, but lining the aisles were products of all shape, color, function and size: from jockstraps to harnesses, from fuzzy cuffs to buttplugs, from novelty mugs to porno DVDs. They had everything, you name it: lube, poppers, unrealistically huge dildos, fleshlights, bluetooth enabled vibrators, gimp suits, more, everything.

My eyes were saucer-wide and wandering, inventorying every item, some with piqued curiosity, some with fear and some even with desire. Before Crystal I may not have been adventurous, but I wasn’t a prude either. I’d certainly been on the internet enough to identify almost everything on sale here, but in terms of actually owning sex toys and kink gear… I had very little to speak of. Just one buttplug and that’s about it. This collar and leash weren’t meant to be kink gear at all, they were meant for Crystal, but, well, it’s clear how that turned out.

I was so distracted by the stock, I hadn’t noticed either of the staff members. One was approaching, a cute, short and chubby beaver guy in a mesh tank top that didn’t entirely cover his belly and black short shorts. The other leaned over the counter, she was a tall, slim zebra in a metal-band logo crop top, wearing a spiked choker, with dyed purple hair and several piercings in each ear. She was watching us progress through the store with obvious interest and amusement.

“Well hello there,” the beaver said with an effeminate flourish. He wasn’t talking to me, but to my dog. Though, really, I was her donkey. “You’re the one in charge, I assume.”

“Of course,” said Mistress Crystal. “Do you like my pet?”

The beaver laughed. “I do! He’s got a nice round butt and he seems well trained.”

“He’s getting there.”

“We get talkers in here quite often, but it’s pretty rare they’re not the one being led around by their anthro.”

“When this pathetic slut bought me, I knew there was no way I was going to be the pet in this relationship.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” The beaver rubbed the obviously forming bulge in his shorts.

Crystal nosed at his crotch and sniffed. I whined. “M-mistress?”

“What’s wrong, pet?” She asked. The beaver reached a paw to scratch under her chin and she gave another nuzzle to his bulge. “Oh, you thought that because I let you fuck me I can’t have fun with others? Another anthro double standard. Do you think other talker owners–you know, the ones who aren’t slut pets like you–don’t have sex with other people, or other talkers? No way. So I, as the owner, can do as I please.”

The beaver was beaming over to his zebra colleague behind the desk, raising his eyebrows and pointing behind him to a door marked: Private.

I felt something between panic, excitement and lust all at once. “B-but, Mistress Crystal-”

“Don’t worry pet. If you’re good, I’ll make sure you’re involved in whatever I get up to. I’m a very gracious owner like that.”

I whined once again, but nodded. She let out a happy little bark and wagged.

The beaver cleared his throat. “Just so you, uh, know.” He pointed over his shoulder with an outstretched thumb at the private room. “If you do want any help training that pet of yours, we have a space for such activities and I and my colleague would happily assist you in any way you wish, Miss Crystal.”

The zebra behind the counter nodded enthusiastically, eyes pondering both my and my feral dog’s form with unguarded hunger. Mistress looked up at me, then to the two staff members.

“Well, we did actually come here to purchase something. If you can help me get him fitted with a cock cage, I think we can work something out.”

“Wait, what?” I blurted out.

“Sounds great,” said the beaver. “Our cages are just down here.” And then Mistress was dragging me along again, following in his footsteps. “And once your pet’s all tooled up and properly denied, how about I rail his ass for you while my colleague has some fun with you?” He offers it so casually it almost sounds sane.

“You practically read my mind,” said Mistress Crystal.

I was in shock, my mouth flapping open and closed in silence. But, for all I wanted to complain, my constricted dick was rock hard and leaking so much pre it had begun to soak through my pants.