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For several weeks, Arlo had been wondering about some unusual circumstances in his life. Everything seemed the same as always: he lived a simple, modest life with his mate Joe and their dog Hunter, playing games and enjoying their time together whenever they both had a free evening. Joe's job as a cashier and Arlo's various nerdy hobbies made their schedules unpredictable, but they managed to find time for each other. But recently, he had noticed some subtle changes in himself and around the house that made him question his memories.

At first, it was as simple as the perception that he had more energy during the day and was far less tense and nervous than usual. The house was also considerably neater, and although he recalled cleaning it up himself, he didn't think he'd felt disgusted or strained by it as he generally was. He would sometimes wake up a little sore, especially on his knees and the palms of his hands, with little scratches on each. Joe had become surer of himself as well, taking charge of their leisure time, when before it was always Arlo who would have to find ways to make life a little less dull in the house. But most curiously of all, he had the suspicion that Hunter was sharing in his master's confidence, acting more assertively and more doglike than Arlo had ever seen him.

Always a little paranoid, Arlo decided to investigate the matter for himself, and set his phone to record audio and transmit it back to his computer for future listening. After combing through the audio, a task so boring that his attention wandered aimlessly several times as he did so, he was able to piece together a working theory of what was happening to him in the evenings. It was, of course, absurd, but he hearkened back to a favorite saying of his from the Sherlock Holmes stories: when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. To confirm his theory, however, Arlo would have to wait for the right moment, which arrived when Joe was away at work for the night.

He arrived home after a relatively light Friday at work, holding a plastic bag from the local pet store. Turning his key in the front door's lock, he smiled to himself in anticipation of a fun night of chicanery. Hunter has stopped whimpering at the door, but he was still nearby wagging his tail in greeting. Was that an act, or genuine warmth and friendship? Only one way to find out. He bent down and scratched behind his ears, grinning.

"Hey, Hunter. I have a surprise for you. Look at this."

Arlo reached into the bag and pulled out a bag of chicken flavored treats, opening it and giving Hunter a whiff of the contents. The smell set Hunter barking and whining to have some, to which Arlo gave a good laugh. He reached into the bag, pulled out a treat, and tossed it into the air in front of Hunter. The treat bounced off his nose and onto the floor, but to Hunter it would taste just as good coming from there.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? Well, there's more where that came from."

He sauntered upstairs to his desk, Hunter following closely behind. Sitting down and booting up his desktop, Arlo chuckled to himself again. This was too easy. As he entered his password and started searching for the audio file he wanted, Hunter rested his head on his thigh.

"You want more? Well, you can just stand there and pretend you're not listening. I'm gonna sit here and talk because I know you are. There's something I want you to hear, and I think you'll know more about it than you let on. Even if you don't, no one will know anyway. Ah, here we go."

Arlo opened the file in his audio program, moved the cursor to a particularly high amplitude wavelength, and pressed the play button. A loud series of barks resonated out of the speakers, echoing around the mostly empty room. It was different than Hunter's barking, lower pitched and more growly. Then there was some high-pitched laughter which would be easy to mistake for a teenage girl's if Arlo didn't already recognize it as Joe's. The words that followed it belonged to him as well.

"Oh, my, so eager, pup. You really want to play, don't you?"

"Ooh, can I play too? Can I? I'll be good. I'll even let him win sometimes."

This voice was not Arlo's, nor did it belong to anyone he knew. It was difficult to describe: high-pitched and percussive, but also coming from the back of the throat. It also had an accent that he couldn't place, except that it seemed to have trouble with sounds that used the lips, like the "vuh" sound in even.

"What? Afraid he'll get better than you with more practice?"

"Of course not... I just wanna play with him. Please?"

"Hehe... sure, why not. Fetch!"

Two kinds of sounds got softer and then louder again, after Joe (presumably) threw something. One them was a series of heavy thuds, clumsy but clearly making effort not to be. The other was the light clicks and taps of a dog's nails against the wood floorboards. As the two got louder, Joe started clapping.

"Good job, pup! You actually got it."

"Yeah... he got it fair and square. Throw it again, I'll get it this time!"

At this point, Arlo had heard enough. More importantly, he knew that Hunter had heard enough too; the expression on his face had drooped and started to look guilty.

"I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I think the big clumsy dog might be me. And that other voice with Joe... I'm guessing that's you. So, if you can talk, if I'm not hearing things on this recording, I want you to tell me what's happening."

Hunter whined softly, then looked up at Arlo's face, which was trying to be stern but could not hide the fear and doubt which bothered him now.

"It was only a game... I just wanted you to be happy... I didn't mean to make you mad..."

Arlo began laughing uncontrollably at the dog's confession. He was right, and what's more he knew something about the cause that he didn't before. He was just glad that he wasn't getting some form of dementia, as he originally thought.

"So, it WAS you. Thanks for coming clean with me. That deserves a treat."

He reached into the bag, pulled out another treat, and held it in front of Hunter's nose in an open palm. Hunter hesitated, but soon gently took it from him, chewing it quickly and swallowing it. He looked pleased but confused.

"You mean you aren't mad at me?"

"Frankly, I'm more relieved than anything. That and curious. This thing you do, whatever it is... can you do it to others, or just me?"

"Well, you're the first... but yeah, I think I can."

"Could you do it to Joe?"

Hunter's expression changed to a frown, or as close as he could get with a dog's face.

"I could... but I don't know... he might get upset, and I don't want that."

Hunter was apparently still loyal to his master, but that wasn't impossible to work around. Still, Arlo would have to be careful how he approached this; he didn't know what else this miracle mutt was capable of.

"You know... what you did to me was a little puzzling at first. But there wasn't any harm in it. In fact, I think it helped."

"Really? You mean that?"

"Yeah, I do. The house has never looked nicer, and I've never felt so at ease with myself than I have since you... um... helped me out. And now I'm offering you the chance to help him, just like you helped me. I'm sure you've worked out any problems you had at first, so you can do it even better with him now. He'll be happy about it, trust me."

Hunter considered Arlo's proposal for a moment, then nodded yes, tail wagging slowly behind him. That was the closest he'd come to saying yes, Arlo thought, so he petted his new accomplice, stroking his soft, fuzzy head. Then he explained his plan to Hunter, and thought it took a few tries, he at last seemed to understand and agreed to do it.

When Joe arrived home from work that night, he was still getting over a customer's entitled attitude and insults in trying to return merchandise that he clearly hadn't bought there. People like this were proof that the customer wasn't always right, whatever his manager tried to tell him. At least he had the whole weekend to cool off, for once. He pushed open the door and called out to announce his arrival. Hunter came bounding in first, enthusiastically nuzzling his legs and whining in greeting. After a few second petting and scratching him, Joe saw Arlo standing in the doorway to the living room.

"Hey, hon. How was work? Any problem customers today?"

He gave Joe a big hug and a peck on the cheek, their usual greeting, then stepped back to let him hang up his coat on a nearby chair.

"It's a Friday. Of course, there were problem customers. But that's business for you. How was your day?"

"Pretty relaxing, at work and here. Sorry to hear that yours wasn't as much. Want a massage before bed?"

Joe hadn't gotten a massage from Arlo in months, or at least not that Arlo remembered. He always complained that work made his hands ache and that a massage wouldn't help that. This might have made Joe suspicious, but he was so pleasantly surprised at the offer that he chose not to question a good thing.

"Sure, I'd love one. Just the thing to help me sleep."

"Hehe... yeah... why don't you take a seat on the floor by the couch? I'll start with your shoulders and work my way down."

"How far down?"

"That depends how good you are."

"You tease..."

"Yeah."

The two came into the living room, Arlo sitting on the couch and Joe leaning against it on the floor. Arlo worked his thumbs deep into Joe's shoulder muscles; he could feel the tension built up there. Maybe what he'd told Hunter about his need to relax would turn out to be true. Joe moaned and leaned into Arlo's chest.

"Oh, babe... you're amazing at this."

"Shh... don't talk. I need to concentrate."

As Arlo continued rubbing Joe's shoulders and upper back, Hunter walked into the room and started licking Joe's face and neck. Joe laughed at the unwieldy show of affection.

"Hehehe... Hunter, that tickles. Why're you acting so derpy?"

Despite some half-hearted attempts to push him away, Hunter continued licking his human's face, climbing on top of him and pushing him back against the chair with his front paws. Arlo kept up his back rub, eagerly watching for what was about to happen.

"I don't know why. Maybe he does. Want to answer his question, boy?"

"Because I love you, Joe. Now look me in the eye while I talk to you."

If Joe hadn't been so relaxed, his attempts to get away might have gotten more serious at that point. But not only did he have no desire to move anymore, he was positively keen to stay there and look into those big, brown eyes. Those eyes which had made him fall in love with Hunter when he was a puppy. Those eyes which had begged for him to feed him scraps under the table for years. Those eyes which were now everything he ever wanted or needed.

"Good... just relax... it won't take long. You're already being so good for me. Just relax and stop worrying for a while. You'll know what to do."

He didn't know what to do yet, but he didn't need to. He didn't need to worry, didn't need to plan, didn't need to think. All he needed to do was stare into those eyes, and he would be fine. His breathing slowed and deepened, his eyes stopped focusing on Hunter and stared unblinkingly into those giant, hazel pools.

"No need to think. You'll know just what to do. You'll know what to do because we'll tell you what to do. Me and Arlo here. Isn't that right, Arlo?"

"Yeah, that's right. Good work, Hunter. You'll find the treats in the kitchen. Help yourself. You've earned them. Didn't he, hon?"

"Yeah... he did..."

Hunter slowly stepped off Joe's chest, which was rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and went to the kitchen to get his reward. Arlo's reward sat in front of him, completely at his mercy, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. He wanted to take this slowly, to savor it, but he was excited at the sight of his man so helpless and compliant. Before he started with fun, though, he had some scores to settle.

"I know what you and Hunter have been doing with me. Was it fun for you?"

Joe smiled dimly, a glazed look in his eye.

"Yes... Very..."

"Good. I don't exactly remember it, but it sounds like I was having fun too. But I want you to remember this when you wake up. I don't like having secrets kept from me, and I want us both to know everything from now on. Understood?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Great. Now, we're going to play a little game, because I want you to understand what you've been doing, and how it feels from the other side. Take off your clothes and kneel in front of me. I have a present for you."

As Joe disrobed and tossed his clothes Arlo reached over to the side of the couch, into the pet store bag, and pulled out a black leather collar. A red, heart-shaped tag hung from the front of it, engraved with the word "DOGGIE" in a curved, script font.

"Your very own collar. When I put it around your neck, you'll be just like I was: playful, friendly, and obedient. A good doggie for your master. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Joe grinned gleefully, his eyes drawn to the dangling tag jingling on the collar as Arlo waved it in front of him. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted. Anything for his master.

"You know, after everything you put me through, I might just keep it. That all depends. How badly do you want it? Are you willing to beg?"

Joe couldn't stand the excitement. He was shaking with desire for that plain strip of leather.

"Yes, sir, please give me the collar! I'll do anything for it. I'll beg, I'll do tricks, I'll be the best doggie you've ever seen and more. I'll do anything you want! I want to be yours, master!"

It was a bit over the top, but it was everything Arlo had hoped for. Being addressed with such respect, as "sir" and "master", was inflating his already considerable ego, not to mention other more tangible aspects of himself.

"Anything, you say? I'll have to test that out, later. Good doggie. Now, hold still while I put your collar on. You must feel naked without it."

Joe held out his neck and shut his eyes, waiting for his master's gift. Arlo wrapped the collar around his neck and, after fumbling with the buckle and finding the right size, buckled the collar shut and carefully threaded the end through the loop. Joe began panting and wagging what he thought of as his tail before Arlo had even finished buckling it. His mate was incredibly cute this way, and he chuckled in approval.

"Wow... this is too good to be true. Who's a good doggie, huh? Is it you? Are you a good doggie?"

Joe span in circles on his hands and knees, then barked shrilly in approval. Joe covered his ears with his hands in shock; his voice could be piercing when he wanted it to be, though he wasn't the sort of person who yelled or screamed often enough for people to know that.

"Ah... I'll have to fix that before my ears start bleeding... From now on, only bark at me in emergencies, OK?"

Joe continued to pant at him affectionately. It was hard to tell whether he understood or not, but for now he'd take that as obedience.

"OK, boy... I have something else for you. What's this?"

Out of the bag, he pulled up a new tennis ball, bright orange and navy blue. Joe whimpered and wagged frantically at the new toy. Did his master want to play fetch? He wanted to play so badly.

"Oh, I think you know what this is. Well, go get it!"

With that, he hurled the ball into the kitchen, bouncing it off the wall. Joe rushed after it, desperate to get that ball no matter what. In his frenzy, he nearly ran into Hunter, who was lying on the floor finishing off the last few crumbs from deep inside what was once a nearly full bag of treats. Joe was too busy retrieving his ball and chewing it in triumph to pay him any mind. The two lay face to face, each with what was rightfully his, when Arlo's voice called out.

"Hey, come back here! You're supposed to bring it back, you know!"

Joe trotted back to the living room with his ball, dropping it in his master's lap and wagging as Arlo pet him and praised him for a job well done. Hunter put his bag of treats in the garbage can and followed behind, a little jealous at his new rival but still in good spirits.

"Oh, such a good doggie. Yes, you are. We're going to have fun tonight, aren't we boy? Yes, we are."

"Yes, we are. Especially since you're such a good boy."

The look of shock on Arlo's face lasted barely an instant before it overtaken by unthinking euphoria. He stopped petting Joe and relaxed his arms at his sides, adrift in his trance. Joe whined and looked over at Hunter with concern.

"Oh, he's fine. Just making him more like us, that's all. We'll still have a riot tonight, just not in the way he'd hoped. I've shown you how much fun I can be, haven't I? You trust me, right?"

Almost inaudibly, as if the words were dropping off from his lips involuntarily, Arlo responded.

"Yes... trust you..."

"If you want to remember everything, you can. I just didn't know if you'd want to or not. Sorry about that."

"S'Okay..."

"Now, we're gonna have a little party. Dogs only. That means you too. But you need to get dressed and ready for it. Go ahead, you know the drill."

Arlo took off his clothes ceremonially and took the collar from Hunter's neck. Tomorrow, he'd probably want to get a third collar, so they could match each other. But for now, Hunter's collar was his, and he buckled it on and dropped to the floor as he had on so many other nights. This time, however, he saw that he had a new playmate and play-bowed in greeting. Joe was still unsure at his former master and looked to Hunter for reassurance.

"It's alright, boy. He just wants to play. Go ahead and play, if you want to."

Joe ran forward to get to Arlo's rear and start sniffing at it, to learn more about his new friend. Arlo tried to circle around and give him the same customary greeting, so that the two former men and mates were slowly circling each other, sharply breathing through their noses and exploring each other's scents. Hunter's curiosity got the better of him, and he joined the two on the floor, nosing in at the first gap and sniffing out what he could from them. Besides the aroma of ass, which was all their primitive noses would be able to pick up, he found Arlo's scent was soft and inviting, with a mix of the smells of cocoa butter infused soap, turkey panini, and the remnants of nervous sweat from the afternoon's confrontation. Joe smelled earthier and more masculine: minty body wash, a bacon cheeseburger, and dirt from a nearby park.

As Hunter tried to discern more about Joe, Arlo decided to return the favor and sniffed at Hunter's furry hindquarters. This was very different from the other dog, and he found it intoxicating; Hunter's fur seems to have captured a variety of different scents like flies in a spider's web, not the least of which was his own natural odor. The more Arlo took it in, the more he wanted of it. His nose pressed against Hunter's fur, breathing in deeply and finding a few key areas of interest. Besides the obvious hairless source of an exotic, spice-like smell, he found something dangling beneath it, the smell of which gave him the strongest impression that this was a stud and would be a good mate for him to play with. Instinctively, he ran his tongue briefly over the round, fuzzy globes, prompting Hunter to yip in surprise and look back at Arlo, who was now bowing at him and goading him with his paw.

Hunter looked quizzically at Arlo, trying to understand what he was trying to do. The last one to act this way toward him was a goofy, interested Rottweiler at the dog park, right before he offered himself up to be mounted like a bitch. He would have loved to mount the Rottie too, if Joe hadn't sprayed them with a water bottle and scolded them for doing that out in public. He remembered that Arlo had been there too but was just staring at them and acting unusually aloof and quiet for him.

Hunter hadn't been as aware of how humans thought at the time, so he just thought Joe's mate was scared of what they were doing. But looking back on it, he thought of another possibility; that Arlo was really interested in watching but didn't want to look like he was. Maybe all this playing like a pup had awakened something in him, some feelings and impulses that he could never have admitted to himself before. Maybe he had feelings for Hunter and was showing him in the way he thought dogs showed it to each other.

It had been a while since he'd gotten any relief in that department, and Arlo looked eager to help him. Joe wasn't going to stop it this time, either, too riled up to worry about anything but the thrills of the moment. Besides, Hunter reasoned with himself, they were still themselves on the inside, and wouldn't do anything they didn't want to do. He broke out of his train of thought and regarded Arlo, still batting at him with a paw and wagging his rear, and Joe, sniffing at him with concern.

"Damn... I am the luckiest dog on Earth. I hope you boys don't mind sharing, because this is the one thing I love more than chicken. Let's wrestle!"

Hunter play bowed back to the pair, and the three of them rushed toward a common center, nipping and rolling and doing everything they could to stay on top. Hunter went a little easy on them, since it was their first time and they didn't have any hair to protect them like he did, but it was still a pile of fur and flesh tangled up and shifting around the room in energetic bursts. Their whines and pants blended together in a symphony of carnality and joy, so that it was impossible to tell which sound came from which dog. When the dust settled, Hunter stood atop Arlo's chest in pride at his well-won conquest, while Joe stood at his side panting loudly.

"I won, pup, and you're my prize. Don't worry, though; I think you'll love the award for runner-up. Get up so I can give you your winnings."

Hunter backed away and gave Arlo space to roll upright, which he did with gusto. The pup moaned and stretched forward arching his back, then raised his ass in the air and looked back at Hunter hungrily. Hunter licked his lips, heart racing with excitement, and moved in behind his new, lusty bitch. He gently, carefully climbed on top of him, lining himself up to hump his warm, beguiling hole.

"Okay, boy. Are you ready?"

Arlo gave no answer except his deep, loud panting and a slight push back against the sheathed member waiting at his rear. But that was all the answer Hunter needed, as with a single thrust, he unsheathed his cock for just the brief moment needed to sheathe it again, this time somewhere much more pleasant. From the soft whines of his partner below him, it was also much more pleasant for him. Hunter took his time, savoring every rocking motion, and with each thrust trying his damnedest to hit the pleasure spot he assumed humans had, if they were like other male dogs he had tried. Arlo, meanwhile, was panting so hard that Hunter was afraid he might pass out.

A sudden stiffening of the spine and loudening of his whines told Hunter that he'd found the right spot. He began hammering away at it, knowing from experience how marvelous the feeling was. Arlo's mouth was wide open, his legs holding on to the floor as best they could, his moans giving Hunter encouragement. The excitement had aroused Joe in more ways than one, and he took advantage of the one opening he could find. He climbed on top of Arlo's shoulders, facing him, and stuffed his cock into the pup's wide-open mouth. The smell and taste of it drove Arlo wild, and he started licking and sucking the tasty treat in front of him, determined to taste every bit of salt and meat he could.

The three dogs, two of them bookending and pounding at the third, developed a steady rhythm, each twitch and convulsion spreading through the others like a shockwave. Hunter could feel the pleasure spot inside his mate starting to shiver and quake, could hear the panting of his companions and himself growing faster and deeper, and finally started to swell inside his bitch. The walls of the pucker he plowed shivered and squeezed at the base of his cock, until with a low groan he shot his seed deep inside. At his other end, Arlo sputtered and gasped on the thick, tasty liquid Joe was spraying down his throat. The three panted together again, now in contentment and fatigue. Joe slipped out of his lover's mouth and crawled to Arlo's abdomen to get a treat of his own.

Hunter wished he could join in the cleanup, but it was time for the most boring part of mating, as he waited for his member to shrink enough that he could detach himself from his bitch. He lifted a hind leg over Arlo and turned around, so they could face opposite directions. As Arlo recovered from his ravishing, Joe walked around to Hunter's face and licked it in both gratitude and confusion.

"It's alright, doggie. This is just another part of how dogs have sex. One you don't need to deal with, luckily. It'll be a while before we can move, so go lay down. Go on."

Joe whimpered a little in protest, then curled up on the floor and watched the two quietly as they stood together. In about 20 minutes, he was able to pull himself out of Arlo with a soft pop, cum dripping from his red rocket, and begin cleaning himself off with his tongue. When he finished, Arlo had wandered over to the bedroom, jumped up onto the mattress, and curled up in a ball to get some rest.

"He has the right idea. Come on, doggie, bed time."

Joe sleepily drifted over beside his mate and fell to his side, going to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the mattress. Hunter looked over the two, the closest thing he had to puppies of his own and thought about what he had done with them. He was proud to have reminded them of the simple joys of life, and now that they knew everything, he hoped they would want to keep playing with him for the rest of his life. But the rest of his life was very far away; now, tonight, he and they were happy, and that was all he ever wanted. He dragged a heavy blanket over the pair, made himself a spot at the foot of the bed, and slept peacefully, his waking life a dream come true.