The Silvered Lands
#3 of The Shining Lands
Commission for Pop
Oh god so many x3
Once again, Trissie
is mine, all others
are Pop's creations
Contains vore, feral
sex, slight TG, age
progression, politics,
and shiney things. :D
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Trissie slowly awakened, laying on more of that wonderful silver, but he was in a room, where the walls and ceiling were silver as well. Nearby was the chromed whippet, and when the pup looked the other way he saw another Dalmatian puppy, this one with a silver collar, sitting happily, wagging and watching him.
"So..." said a voice from seemingly all around. "You belong to Pop, do you...?"
"Y-yes." Trissie stammered, getting himself upright in time to see what looked like a pup surfacing out of the floor, as if it was water.
The sleek greyhound was beautiful, soon standing fully atop the surface of the silver, wearing a black racing silk with the number 69 in pure golden numerals. "Personally...?" He spoke, the voice less resonant, but just as powerful now that it came from just this hound.
"H-how do you mean...?" The confused puppy asked, looking worried about this whole situation.
The greyhound chuckled, "I know from absorbing some of his critters that Pop doesn't let most of his denizens know who he is. You, you're special to him, his name is on your collar."
"Well, actually it's on that dangly tag and all, Echo..." The other puppy said cheerfully. When Trissie looked over at him, the other puppy waved with a grin, and he wasn't sure if he should feel comforted or more worried.
"Yes, Patch, but the tag is on his collar. As I was saying..." Echo turned back towards Trissie. "You're Pop's special pet, aren't you...?"
"I... thought I was..." Trissie murmured, looking down, but the silvered floor just reflected Echo back at him. He tried to look away from the reflection, but it stayed in his gaze fluidly, and then pressed forward.
Before he knew it, Echo was laying there luxuriously, where the pup's eyes had fallen to. "Oh dear, what could have happened...?" The silver greyhound asked slowly, licking his lips as his own blue eyes focused on the red collar.
"H-he got another pet, and Project is scary..." Trissie shivered, remembering. "And they chased me into the wastelands..."
"Surely Pop didn't chase you..." Echo perked a brow.
The puppy shook his head, "Project chased me... it seemed like all of them."
Echo stood up, padding around the puppy, "Is this 'Project' more than one pup?"
"I... I'm not sure." The puppy whimpered weakly, slumping to the silvered floor. "They're these shiney black pups without faces... and they can turn other pups into them, and some know things that only another could possibly know, but at the same time, I think they have different personalities..."
"You sound like you've been watching Project for some time now..." Echo was now behind Trissie, looking him over still.
"Y-yessir. Ever since he arrived and started spreading... But I promised not to tell Pop..." Trissie whimpered. "But I'm scared..."
"Ssshhh... just relax. I'll make sure Project can never get you..." Echo said soothingly as his sleek slick frame settled over Trissie's own, pinning him between two surfaces of that wonderful silver. The puppy gasped as he felt pressure under his tail, more of the disarmingly nice silver, something about the material feeling so... right.
Trissie whined again, but this time with need, pressing back at Echo with a blush. The pup panted softly as he was mounted by the hound, pressing his rounded paws into the silver below, not realizing they were sinking in somewhat.
"Oh, yisss...." Echo hissed as he lapped at the puppy's neck, starting to work on getting the red collar off, even as he thrust deeper, "That's my good pup, good boy..." His hips were soon bouncing off the spotted hindquarters of the caught pup.
The dal whimpered needily, flexing and pressing back, still blushing as the other dal came over and nosed at him.
"We're gonna have so much fun together, puppy! You're gonna love being Echo's!" Patch, the other pup, wagged with a grin as he watched the naughty display, his own sheath swollen between his legs, "Oooh... I love it when Echo does that to me."
Echo chuckled a bit at Patch's enthusiasm, and finally bit through the red collar, slurping it up like a noodle, "Mmm... my claim on you is gonna be unmistakable and irremovable, puppy..." He leaned closer to one of Trissie's ears and slipped his tongue in.
Trissie shuddered as he felt a tingling in his... mind... he whimpered and gasped effetely, bucking his hips into the thrusts, his need increased.
Echo perked and chuckled a bit, his slick knot starting to form, "Ooohh... interesting..." He mulled over the thoughts he had gleamed out of the pup with a taste, "Such a good Trissie... good girl..." He grinned broadly.
The puppy blushed deeply, but whined and pressed into the thrusting more eagerly, so close to his peak. Trissie groaned and spread his paws out for a stronger stance, as best he could, pressing back and crying out as he felt the slick knot pop in hard and swell up, starting to spurt his own load against the silver below him, unaware it was melting away into it almost as fast as it could pool there.
The greyhound grinned as he leaned down close to the pup's ear again, starting his own flow, "Oohh... that's my good girl... All mine."
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Mael searched the red city, looking for something out of the ordinary besides Project. He ended up in the park, despondent and exhausted, hopping onto a bench and flopping over. "I'll never find Pop at this rate..."
"Well, maybe you will." The bench said below the shep. As Mael sat up the bench shifted into the shape of a red Labrador, scaled to the size of the bench, complete with his own membranous wings. "How may I help you? Or do you want to be nommed? You look delicious you know."
Mael was taken aback for a moment, before he stammered, "It's about Trissie...."
"Oh, you can nom him up if you'd like, just let him out so I can play with him more." Pop giggled, wagging.
"He's in the Silver City."
Pop's grin faded, turning his head to look directly at Maelstrom, "Are you absolutely sure?"
"Do you feel him in your cities?" The black American shepherd asked.
The red dog closed his eyes and focused, trying to find the feeling of Tristan's material against his own somewhere, but there was nothing. "Are you sure he went to the Silver City?"
"I saw him get taken in from the border by one of Echo's direct subordinates." Mael stated firmly.
Pop looked confused, "Why was Trissie at the border my city?"
"He was at the border of the Silvered Lands." Maelstrom explained.
Pop's eyes widened, "That's miles from my borders, why was he all the way out there?"
Maelstrom furrowed his brow, "Project chased him out there."
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"Y-yours...?" Trissie murmured weakly as his afterglow struck him hard, seemingly enfolded in bliss and comfort as he laid there on the floor, which seemed softer, more yielding now, as Echo seemed softer atop him as well.
"You're all mine now, Trissie..." Echo ground his knot around slowly, grinning at how the pup shivered with blissful aftershocks. "My good girl." He was losing his form, flowing down around the Dalmatian, merging with the floor more with every moment, drawing the pup in, keeping his shaft nice and firm though, for the pup's pleasure, having also gleamed Trissie'd like that when he tasted the pup's mind.
The pup groaned out as less and less of him was visible to Nos and Patch, the pair looking on as their Master claimed another pup so sensually. Trissie could feel that wonderful silver touching most of his body now, then all but his head... all but his face... and then he saw Echo's maw was somehow around his head, and he couldn't bring himself to care, whimpering with bliss... "I... I'm yours, Echo...."
The greyhound closed his maw slowly, licking his lips and swallowing with a smug grin, rubbing his belly as it filled with puppy, "I know, Trissie... good puppy."
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The red Labrador called out, "PROJECT!"
A few seconds later Project arrived, singular this time as Pop was present. "Yes Master?" Project wagged, his earlike protrusions raising as he tilted his head to one side.
"Did you chase Trissie out of the City, out into the Unclaimed Desert?" Pop asked sternly.
"I did not." Project stated simply.
Pop turned his head to look at Maelstrom. "Who are you, anyway?"
"He's mean. He tried to nom me." Project stated, inflecting as if afraid.
Maelstrom looked worried now. Pop wouldn't listen to him, Project was good at hiding his secret, and the shep didn't see any hope in continuing this. "I have to go, but if I'm not telling the truth, then where's Trissie?" Mael hopped off of Pop and ran away. He looked back and saw Pop hugging Project. The dark winged canine sighed. He would have to go save Trissie himself.
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Trissie moaned softly, rubbing his head slowly and opening his eyes. His voice, he noticed, was a little more effete than normal, though not any higher pitched. Standing, He noticed he seemed more grown up, slender and sleek, almost more so than an adult Dalmatian, but he had the large rounded paws of a puppy. But the most pervasive change was that all that had been white before was silver. He stretched, feeling his new body with a yawn.
"There we go... a nice big Dal so Patch won't be an only child." Echo cooed, nosing at Trissie's cheek, suddenly there.
Trissie perked, "Master!" The dal wagged, just barely shorter than Echo now.
Echo smiled, and looked over the pup. "Hmm... something's missing..." He perked, grinning and pet over the dal's back firmly. As he did so, most of Trissie's spots moved around and formed together, stretching out then turning into a racing silk, leaving only a few scattered spots on the silvered dal. "You know, I've been thinking of changing my number, would you like my old number?"
Trissie shivered and blushed at the feeling of the silk being made, then perked and nodded, "Oh, yes, Master!"
Echo grinned brightly and dipped one of his claws into his own silk, and the 6 got sucked right up into his claw, leaving it gold as he removed it and then pressed it to Trissie's silk, carefully drawing the digit there. He repeated this motion with the other digits, humming idly while wagging. After he finished he walked around Trissie, looking over his handiwork. For a moment he paused behind the dal and ducked his head down with a smirk and gave a long wet lick under the dal's tail
Gasping for breath, the dal's eyes widened. Trissie shuddered with a new pleasure, blushing deeply, "w-what was that...?"
"Your new sex, Trissie." Echo cooed naughtily, groping over the pup's sheath while giving the new slit another lick, to show that Trissie was now doubly equipped, "You're my good girl, after all..."
Trissie moaned happily, biting his lip. He wanted Echo to keep it up, to mate him in his new sex, to make him melt with bliss into the silver he belonged to.
But teasingly, Echo pulled away, and nosed at Trissie's cheek again. "Come along, pup. I want to show you something."
The dal nodded, following Echo as he padded to a balcony. Trissie gasped as he saw the view from Echo's tower. There was silver everywhere, and it was beautiful, so bright and shining, but not blinding. To the left there was a sudden halt of the silvered lands, and wastelands.
Echo pointed to the wastelands, "That's where you are from, Trissie... We found you coming in from there, chased by dangerous things called Project. Project won't enter the Silvered lands of their own accord, you are safe now."
Trissie shivered, remembering running, and how scary and painful it was out there. He looked that way, and then blinked at the splash of shining red on the horizon, "But what's that?"
"Those are the Shining lands, Pop's domain." Echo said calmly, petting over Trissie.
Trissie was silent for a moment, then looked up at Echo, "Who's Pop?"
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