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Ardan sighed and sat back in his throne, listening to the sweet sound of his faithful worshipers' praises. Ardan was one of many gods, and though he had begun godhood as the lowest of the low among the deities, he had risen quickly in power and prestige until he had reached his current mid-level position in the pantheon. The wolf hadn't secured his quick ascent up the ladder of power without making a few enemies, however.

One doesn't climb without stepping on some fingers. Ardan thought to himself, tail swishing behind him. Or deliberately kicking some off. He smirked.

Since most of his worshipers had turned out to be anthro wolves, Ardan had decided to take on the physical aspect of the wolf when he chose to reveal himself to his followers or foes. The form suited him. He liked the strong, lithe body, the claws, the fur, the tail. It made sense. He found he had some affinity for the wolves of the world and had decided to run with it.

Not that all of his followers were wolves, Ardan accepted most types, but he liked wolves best. Ardan wasn't even the only god who had decided to take on the form of a wolf, but he was certainly the most popular.

The most popular... Ardan mused to himself, relaxing to the hymns being sung in his honor in the main part of the temple that his followers had erected in his name. All was well. His plans were well-laid, his enemies had been destroyed or reduced to insignificance, their followers converted or spread across the land. He would ascend and ascend until there was nothing left to stop him. His detractors called him arrogant, but that meant little when they were powerless to stop him, mere chaff in the face of his divine wind.

A small pop echoed through his private throne room, disturbing Ardan's self-congratulating. Lazily, he opened one eye and looked down the steps of his raised dais to observe the figure of a bull wearing once-bright but now faded robes step out of a portal.

"Ah, Denor," Ardan said, flicking a loose hair off his throne in disdain and watching it float through the air. "You seem worse for wear since we last met. How has the small-time lifestyle been treating you? I do hope you're not still upset about the destruction of your first temple. That was a simple mistake, as I've told you before."

Denor looked up at Ardan with a façade of patience barely concealing the rage beneath.

"I have come to challenge you."

Ardan barked in laughter at that.

"Challenge me? You really do persevere. The bull suits your stubbornness. Remember what happened last time you challenged me?"

Denor clenched his fists. "You challenged ME. Not the other way around," he said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is that what happened?" Ardan said, cleaning his claws without bothering to look at his visitor. "I don't remember. If you insist."

The bull was silent for a moment as he tried to wrestle his temper under control. "You ordered your followers to attack peaceful-"

Ardan slammed his fists into the throne.

"I was doing what gods do! I was carving out land for my own followers. I was making room for them to grow! I was doing what needed to be done, and if you weren't willing to do it, then you should have stepped down for someone who was."

The bull was silent for a moment as Ardan slowly leaned back in his chair and composed himself.

"Say what you want to say and do it quick before I banish you," he told the bull.

"Once again," Denor said, speaking slowly to stop his voice from quivering in rage. "I challenge you. If you win, I'll leave and you won't hear from me or my followers again..."

Ardan perked up slightly at that.

"And if I win, I get to send you away where I won't hear from you again."

Ardan let the vague wording of the deal wash over him. There was no way he'd lose this fight anyway. His most annoying rival was here, offering his own exile, and all Ardan had to do was defeat him again.

"Very interesting," Ardan said, standing up and beginning to slowly walk down the stairs towards the bull. "You're really up to this after what happened last time?"

"Yes," the bull said.

"Well, I have to admit it is tempting. Your followers are rather annoying and... persistent despite having lost so handily. It will be nice to see them gone..."

He reached the floor and stood in front of the bull. "I accept, on one condition," he said.

"Yes?"

"The fight happens here and now after we shake hands, and there is to be no outside influence, divine or otherwise in our duel."

"I accept that condition," the bull said, reaching out his hand.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Ardan said with a grin, shaking the bull's hand. The idiot was going to fight him in his own temple with his own power even after what happened last time. Ardan would soon be rid of him and his annoying followers and would be free to pursue his own plans.

The moment their hands touched, Ardan focused all his energy and power into himself, acting as a conduit for divine energy and will as he forced his immense power down through his arm and into the bull, intending to destroy the rival god's avatar and scar his divine form forever in one great blast.

But in one instant of an instant, Ardan felt the bull's hand slip away and he looked up to see the bull grin, clap, and become a piercing white beam of pure energy that engulfed Ardan, the room, and possibly the entire temple.

Ardan felt his power becoming overwhelmed, slipping, sliding out of his grasp. How was it possible? How had the bull become so strong? He tried to push back, but there was nothing he could do. He was a butterfly fighting a hawk. As the light washed over him, he faded into the stark whiteness around him and thought how...?

When it was over, Ardan lay quivering on the ground, the bull looming over him, his palms still smoking.

"H-how?" Ardan asked, panting and wincing. "I said no outside influence. How did you-"

The bull chuckled. "Oh, Ardan. Arrogance has always been fated to be your downfall. You've become too ambitious, too powerful, too unorthodox and quick in your methods." The bull knelt down by the gasping wolf. "Do you want to know how I beat you?"

"Yes," Ardan whispered weakly, visions of his exile flashing through his mind. He'd have to start all over again. He'd have to rebuild everything...

"You made too many enemies, and gods higher up the ladder than you or I have taken notice. But you were too concerned with your own plans to realize them plotting against you. I was given some of their power. It was my own power, belonging to me alone, as long as I immediately used it to defeat and silence you. Now it has been taken from me once more, but you are no longer in a position to fight back."

"Not now," the wolf groaned, and tried to rise from the floor. "But I'll be back. I swear it. You'll pay for this, you'll suffer and so will all the gods once I'm done. I'll-"

"Shhhh shh shh," the bull said, cutting him off. "Yes, I have no doubt that you would return as a threat, had you been more careful before accepting our agreement."

Ardan looked up at the bull in confusion.

"You see, all the gods knew it was just a matter of time before you would come back. You are too powerful, too ambitious. You would always be a problem. Therefore, by the supreme power vested in me by our divine agreement between gods, I have shackled your godhood to my own."

Ardan looked up in a panic to see Denor twisting a new silver ring around his finger.

"You will always have the potential to have more power than me, able to thwart my plans and overcome any obstacle. Such is fate. Because of this, the only way for you to hold true to your end of the deal where I never have to hear from you again, in every sense of the statement, is to forever curb you now, to bind your power to my own so that I have full control over your destiny."

"What?! No! It's not fair! It's not possible!" Ardan yelled, weakly grasping for the ring on the bull's finger. "I didn't agree to this!"

"I'm afraid you did," Denor said, standing up. "If you are unhappy with the terms or interpretation of our agreement, you should have said so when we made the deal. Your arrogance has been your downfall."

Ardan sobbed at Denor's hooves, begging the bull to reconsider and give him a second chance, but Denor would not.

"Now, we ought to begin the fun part," the bull said, clapping again.

Suddenly the two were standing in a different large room, though significantly smaller than Ardan's throne room.

"You have now fulfilled the first part of our deal, wolf," Denor said. "This is my throne room. You are hereby confined to my new high temple, never to leave its boundaries. Its gardens, halls, glades, and places of worship remain open to you, but you may never leave its perimeter from this day forth."

With that, Ardan watched in despair as the ring on the bull's hand glowed blue and then cooled. He was now bound by his own divine power.

"Now to fulfill the second part of our deal. I will never hear from you again, in every sense of the phrase."

The bull spun one hand, and Ardan was suddenly engulfed from below by a thick, sticky black mess that crawled up his limbs and over his chest. He watched and struggled in horror as heavy straps materialized and wrapped themselves around his now latex-covered limbs, binding him down into a permanent crouched position, unable to extend his legs or arms and only able to wiggle his paws slightly. Then his front legs were chained together with thick cuffs and lengths of steel and soon his back legs met a similar fate. Even his tail was enveloped.

As Ardan struggled in the black bodysuit, he looked from his useless mittened hands to the thick bonds crossing his body and up to the bull looming over him and grinning.

"You will be bound by your own power, never able to escape, never needing to eat, sleep, rest, expel waste, or drink. I imprison you for all eternity as my temple's official wolf pet. You will never again be able to cause problems for myself or my followers. Your power will keep you alive and bound and that is all. You will be imprisoned in your chosen physical form which will be itself imprisoned within these bonds."

"No! Please! I'll do any-"

Ardan began to beg, but a massive, bovine dildo materialized out of nowhere and slid down his throat, snugly filling up his mouth and making it halfway to his stomach.

"Ah, ah. I said I'd never hear from you again, and I meant it. But I'm not finished with you yet."

Ardan felt his tailhole widen as another, massive bovine dildo grew out from his latex prison and forced its way inside him, filling him up perfectly. The cock stopped after over a foot of length was lodged inside his tailhole and then began to slowly, but forcefully, thrust in and out of his ass, burying itself solidly inside him with enough energy to rock him on his bound legs and arms, his body swaying back and forth to the slow, heavy fucking he was receiving. Nothing outside Ardan's latex prison betrayed the constant fucking within, the wolf's own magic allowing the dildo to retract into, and expand from, thin air.

Ardan looked up pleadingly at the bull, unwilling to accept his new permanent place in the world. He moaned and whimpered pleadingly at the god he had once thrown down.

This can't be happening. I'm a god! He can't do this to me. Surely there must be some way out. Surely there is something I can do.

But the wolf saw no mercy in Denor's eyes. He nearly vomited at the shame of being crouched at the feet of the enemy he had defeated so soundly all that time ago, powerless now to prevent himself from being bound and fucked at the bull's divine whim.

"Hmmmm. Well, technically I'm not supposed to be able to hear you..." the bull said in response to Ardan's squirming and muffled pleading, watching the latex-covered wolf rock and moan in time to the dildo ramming into his ass. He eventually shrugged, however. "Oh well. I'll allow it. It's kind of cute."

Ardan's face burned in shame, but his personal humiliation was soon covered up as the latex expanded up and over his head, cutting off his sight as well as his sense of smell.

Denor looked down at the struggling, squirming wolf at his hooves, his hips buckling under the constant assault of the dildo locked in his rear, his blind face swinging desperately about, looking for an escape that didn't exist.

"I'm leaving you your ability to hear for now, wolf, since I want you to hear and understand your new place in the world before I cut off even more contact with it."

Denor noticed that the wolf was frantically trying to paw at his mouth and nose with his bound, useless paws until finally he saw the latex over Ardan's snout suck inward briefly before expanding a bit outwards.

"Ah, you've learned how to breathe. Good. It will be difficult for you, my little pet, but you won't die, so don't worry about that. Who knows? I may poke some holes in there in a few hundred years to make things easier for you. We'll have to see. But, still, I think you have a bit too much freedom with your head right now."

Denor smirked again as a posture collar popped out of thin air and wrapped around his pet's neck, keeping it pointed straight up and forward like a good, alert pet should be.

"There you go. That looks more comfortable." The bull smiled at the muffled moaning coming from within the tight latex stretched over the wolf's facial features.

"Now, I don't want you getting off on this sort of thing, so I'm going to lock you in chastity too. If you're into that, then this is your lucky day because you won't be cumming again for all of eternity."

As the thick steel chastity belt and cage snapped shut and locked around the wolf's latex-covered cock, Denor guessed that based on the whimpers coming from his new pet that Ardan wasn't into chastity.

"Well, I'd say you're about done!" the bull said, crossing his arms. "You just need a new name... I know! How about 'The Pet?' It's short, descriptive, to the point. I like it."

In his dark world of highly restricted movement and a massive cock quickly loosening up his tailhole, Ardan felt a new weight settle onto his neck as a thick steel collar clamped itself over his posture collar. The steel had a little loop from which dangled a tag that anyone else could read as "THE PET."

Ardan then heard a click and felt a tug as Denor clipped a leash to his collar and pulled on it, nearly knocking the bound wolf over.

"There. You look perfect!" The bull knelt down next to the quietly pleading and whimpering wolf and began to pet his new pet's head like a dog.

"Your little moans are adorable, pet. Welcome to the rest of eternity. You're going to be a good little wolf forever, taken on walks, patted, treated like an animal for all time, never able to see or hear or taste or smell anything again. I'm going to keep you this way forever, pet. Bound by your own power and playing the part of a good boy for my followers. I hope you enjoy."

Denor stepped back and admired his squirming, faintly pleading work. On the ground before him crouched what used to be his greatest enemy and rival, but what was now an identityless, indistinguishable, generic form of a wolf covered in latex. His cock caged, his mouth and ass stuffed with dildos, his eyes covered, his legs and arms bound, his neck forced into position by a posture collar, and now wearing a shiny new collar that labeled this anonymous, heavily bound wolf simply as "THE PET." Just by looking at him, no one would ever know that it was Ardan inside all that bondage or that he used to be a god himself. Now he was just a latex anthro wolf with no freedom or identity and just a leash draped along the floor, waiting for someone to pick up and take him on a walk around the temple grounds.

In the midst of his panic and humiliation, Ardan felt himself rise into the air and float over to land on the floor again. He heard the sound of Denor's voice from beside him.

"Stay still while I address my followers, pet."

As he heard the sound of massive doors opening and people pouring into the throne room, Ardan tried to crawl away, unable to bear his shame and the prospect of his endless future as a bondage pet in his enemy's temple. The leash quickly snapped tight at his neck, however, and he was pulled backwards in the darkness to crouch by his new master's heel.

After some minutes, Ardan heard Denor's voice boom around the room.

"My glorious followers. I come to you today with great tidings!" All other noise in the room dropped away, and even Ardan stopped his whining and moaning through his cockgag. Though he still rocked slowly in place on the dais next to Denor as the cock in his ass spread him over and over.

"One of my newest followers, you know him not, but you soon will, has chosen a path of great servitude and humbleness! In an effort to show that wolves are not our natural enemies and that your faith extends beyond all boundaries, this wolf has decided to take several holy vows."

Denor paused for a moment and Ardan could feel the thousands of Denor's followers staring at him with interest. He thought he would choke on his humiliation.

"He has taken a vow of chastity! Of silence! Of blindness and deafness! Of great service! In an effort to show that my faith is a faith for all, as well as demonstrate the depths of his great devotion to me, this wolf has volunteered to become this temple's official pet! Here he is, in his bondage and humility. He has given up his name, his identity, and his freedom to show his everlasting devotion to myself and to the community of worshipers that he loves! What small groans he does make are hymns of praise and prayers to myself! Though his identity is gone, we can still honor his great sacrifice and pure commitment to our cause by treating him as the pet that he wished so hard to become. Take him on walks! Pet him! Tell him he is a good boy. Remember to honor his sacrifice and his devotion always. Without further delay, I present to you the temple pet!"

As the final word of Denor's speech echoed away and cheers erupted from the crowd, Ardan felt his ears begin to fill with latex before it molded to the inside of his ears and abruptly blocked all sound with a brief squelching. It wasn't long after that when someone grabbed his collar and he was jerked forward, slowly led through a crowd of people he couldn't see, hear, or smell. From his perspective, the hundreds of hands that stroked and pet him came out of nowhere with no warning, sensations of touch rising out of the pure, deep blackness around him.

He panted and wheezed, trying to keep up with the constant pressure on his leash, dragging him onward and onward, very nearly too fast for his bound, inching paws to keep up with. He was out of breath and completely sensory deprived, a bondage pet in his enemy's temple, a slave to someone else's followers who would treat him as nothing but a pet, an anonymous wolf who showed his devotion to the cause in a unique and strange way.

Even the slow, inching gait that Ardan was capable of in his level of bondage was thrown off by the pumping of the dildo in his ass, causing him to trip and stumble constantly as he struggled and panted to keep up with whoever was pulling on his leash.

And such was his life forever after. Ardan the wolf god slept in a small bed in the main communal area of the temple, his leash draped over the edge of his cushion, always available to anyone who wanted to take him on a midnight walk to clear their heads or pray.

He was kept in permanent bondage and silence, forced to suffer the humiliation of turning from a powerful god into a communal pet for his enemy's worshipers. His pleas and moans and begs to slow down or not take him on walks were taken as hymns and devotional prayers to Denor. Ardan never knew where he was or where he was going. The temple gardens and glades were vast, and he was often handed off at random times to different worshipers coming and going through the paths so that Ardan never knew who was walking him or which direction they were headed in. His bed also constantly moved around based on the needs of the worshipers, and so he was kept in constant panting confusion, a cute wolf bondage pet living in the temple.

And there Ardan lived out his eternity, the pet of his enemy, constantly going on walks and being pet and getting pats for being a good boy. He was a god reduced to a latex and strap-covered anonymous shape of a wolf. Praised forever for being so devoted to the cause, but never allowed release from his restraints. He didn't know how long he had been bound, or what year it was. He had no true way to gauge the passage of time because even the loud daily worship did not reach his ears. He was lost forever with no context, his life a black pit of discomfort, bondage, humiliation, and chastity and there was nothing he would ever be able to do about it. This was his new existence, his new purpose.

Denor did enjoy looking on from above and watching his former enemy being led panting and confused and totally lost around his temple grounds, playing the part of the communal pet. It was a long shot from the dangerous, powerful god that he used to be.

Ardan was no more, but The Pet continued to be a bound, hobbled wolf crawling anonymously in darkness and silence forever.