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It took a lot to wake Tristan when he was asleep. So it was no surprise that whatever had happened during the night went unnoticed. His first conscious thought was of the distinct odors of latex and strawberry. Not proper real strawberries, but the synthetic flavor put into candy. And then when he opened his eyes, his bedroom was tinted red. He blinked slowly, and realized something red and transparent was stretched in front of his face, just loose enough to not impede his breathing. An attempt to raise his arms to deal with that revealed that his arms were held at his sides. A friendly, squeaky voice sounded from behind his head.

"Oh, you're awake, Trissie."

Tristan gasped softly. "Master..?" He blinked again. Why'd he say that? The ferret dooked and tried to turn around. This time, the bindings around him let him, or maybe that type of movement was never impeded.

Smiling down at the ferret was a very familiar face, even if the mustelid couldn't place why he recognised it. "It's been a while since I got to hold you." The face belonged to a translucent red labrador, the same as what had been across his face.

Looking around told the ferret that binding led back to the canine's back, and that the labrador was fairly large but also definitely a quadruped. "And I didn't want to wake you, so I just nabbed you up so I'd be here when you woke." The odd pup could be heard to be wagging against the sheets, judging from the rhythmic thwapping.

The ferret's confusion must have shown clearly on his face, because the canine continued explaining, quite patiently. "Well, more than a while. Years and years... you were a kit when I last was able to hold you."

Tristan blinked, and then stared, as memories started to trickle back in. "Pop...?"

Pop smiled and gave Tris a kiss right on the lips, wagging faster. "Yep~ Glad you're remembering now, Trissie." The pup squeezed over the ferret affectionately using his forelegs and wings.

That's what they were, wings. Of course Pop has wings. Tristan found himself thinking, unbidden. How could you ever forget? After a moment, he found his voice again. "But... I didn't think..." The ferret swallowed, unsteady in his phrasing.

The lab giggled and slurped at the ferret's cheek. "What, that your under-bed monster was real?"

"You weren't a monster. You were a friend." Tris said bashfully. "An... uh... imaginary friend."

Pop grinned. "An imaginary friend who kept teasing you that he was gonna gobble you all up some day. Sounds monstery to me." He winked.

Tristan blushed deeply, remembering that too as the words met his ears. "You were a friendly monster, though."

The red lab giggled again, "I am a Friendly Monster, silly. I'm right here."

Blushing still, the ferret nodded. "Y-yeah. You are."

"And it's clear that you shouldn't be left alone without a monster to take care of you anymore." Pop affectionately licked across the mustelid's cheek again.

Tris murmured and pressed into the lick, eyes lidding, "Y-you mean it?"

"I've left my cute little dook alone alone for far too long as it is. Grew into a cute big dook." Pop continued to lick, along the ferret's neck and then on his other cheek.

Tristan chittered quietly, closing his eyes completely under the affectionate grooming.

"At least that means you'll be so much more filling." Pop whispered in the ferret's ear.

Shuddering, Tristan opened his eyes and looked up to look at Pop's face. Instead of a face he was staring at the inside of the translucent pup's jaws, the opening at the back well displayed and open enough for the ferret to see into the throat beyond. His mind offered an single thought to the sight. Home.

The ferret couldn't believe it, but momentarily he was nuzzling into that muzzle, dooking quietly. The pup's scent of latex mixed with strawberry only got stronger now that his nose was properly inside rather than just surrounded by the labrador.

The mouth closed around his face, jaws softly conforming to it. The slick surface wrapped and undulated gently, passing Tristan's muzzle into the snug throat beyond. The soft jaws worked and gently gnawed their way to the ferret's neck, before effortlessly stretching over his shoulders.

Tristan meanwhile was lost in the sensory experience, squirming and shrugging his shoulders against his neck as they too were coated in the slick, creeping warmth. He opened his eyes a little, and could only see red in all directions. Vaguely he could see his pillow, and blankets, but they seemed a world away. Much more noticeable and immediate was the path of the throat ahead of him, leading down into the translucent body of the dog. At the end was a more open chamber, but from where he was, he saw no other way in or out besides the throat rippling around him. By the time he realized this, his hips were sinking over the back of the impossible dog's tongue

The jaws continued their nibbling along over his thighs, before the labrador decided to release his wings' hold on the ferret's legs and lay back on his bed to raise what was left of Tristan into the air and let gravity help slide him in.

The ferret found himself pressing into that chamber ahead of him much faster than he anticipated, the walls gently closing in to conform and rub over him, without being nearly as taut or tight as the throat. Tristan almost didn't realize his footpaws had met the jaws of the greedy canine until the rubbery tongue rubbed over his pawpads.

Mmmming indulgently around those paws, Pop suckled affectionately for a few more moments, before swallowing firmly. The dark shape within paired with its respective bulges travelled down the see-through throat, soon balling up against the shape of the dook already pressed into the canine monster's belly.

Tristan squirmed a bit, pressing outward and writhing around, trying to re-arrange his admittedly slinky body into a more comfortable position. Deep inside he wondered if he should be afraid, or worried, but something deeper told him, No. This is where you are safe.

Pop pressed his forepaws down on the shape of the bundle of dook in his middle, licking his lips indulgently. He oohed pleasantly when the ferret inside pressed significantly further out than before, giving him a nice stretch. He reached further down and pushed down on Tris' face through his own slick belly, "Nope, you're not getting out." He giggled. "You're all mine Trissie."

The ferret whined softly, blushing as he was pressed back into a lump of Tris. "Yours." He said softly, and realized that deep part of him had made it past his lips. He wondered if it was what he really wanted. Was he just dissociating his subconscious needs? And why was it getting so hard to think?

Pop sprawled out on the bed as his stomach started to knead and churn around its contents, the shape of the ferret being compressed and pushed around by the motion of the translucent rubber, the dark shape getting less and less distinct.

Tristan murmured quietly as he was tossed about, giving a few weak pushes against the kneading walls, before he blacked out, at the mercy of his friendly monster.

The strawberry lab sighed happily, the dark shape in his middle gradually fading away, the pup sprawling out further on the bed, stretching out with new mass to distribute. Once he had finished growing, he slurped over his lips again, wagging lazily and slowly stroking his middle. "All mine."