Who's A Good Dog? [Commission]
An anonymous commission and a prequel to A Sinister Trip.
"Clay, would you come in here?" came his mother's voice, the pleading tone that always annoyed him. But the one that followed made the young rabbit seriously annoyed.
"That means now, young man."
Young man? Who the fuck still talks like that? Is the overgrown pussy expecting me to call him 'Sir'? the teen mused but still turned left to the living room instead of going out the door like he'd intended. Inside he saw his mother seated primly on the couch with Henry standing next to her, as he expected. The lion liked to look down at people while boring them to death...
"What?" Clay asked, noticing the frown crease the feline face. Henry had 'issues' with the way Clay addressed adults. Like I give a fuck...
"Where are you going?" the lion asked.
"Out..." the white lapine replied, trying to stay calm.
"Out where?"
"Just out with my friends!" he tossed back.
"They can wait..." the lion said, pointing to an armchair opposite the sofa. Like hell they will! When I get there it will just be empty bottles, weed-smoke and a 'Dude, what took you?'.
"We had a call from the school today..." the lion began, and Clay wondered if he was expecting him to shit his pants at that.
"They called you?" he asked, savoring the way his step-dad's frown deepened.
"No Clay, they called me and..."
"So why is he even here?" the teen said, cutting the quiet lapine woman off mid-sentence.
"That's no way to talk to your mother!" the lion said in a stern voice, getting an eye-roll from the surly teen.
"The principal said you got into another fight. A boy came to his office to complain you attacked him for no reason..." Clay's mother continued.
"He started it!" the white rabbit lied glibly.
"It's just that... the young man has good grades and no history of violence, and the principal reminded me you've already had incidents and have a questionable circle of friends..."
"So I'm not allowed to fight back, is that it?" the teen replied, knowing it was bullshit. "Is that what all this is about?" he asked, wondering if the possum said anything more about what happened.
"Honey, poor grades were one thing but this is really going too far. You'll be a man soon and I worry about the sort of man you'll grow into..." she said, too worried to notice how relieved her son was.
_So the freak didn't say anything about theft, just a big bad bully picking on him! Figures though. If I had an actual fucking spell-book I wouldn't let anyone else know either._Clay thought, feeling a dark joy rise up in him as he remembered his first foray into actual god-damned magic. And after experiencing power like that, why the fuck should he be worried about grades and limp-dicked school administrators?
"Okay, I'll hit the books and get my grades up, but I'm sure as hell not going to start on a Friday night..."
"That's exactly what you'll be doing." The lion interrupted, drawing both Clay's gaze and his ire.
"What?"
"You heard me. Going out is a privilege, not a right. Your mother will be away on a seminar this weakened and after spending the time studying we can talk about you earning your privileges back on Monday.
"What the... who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Clay said, lumping out of his seat and getting in Henry's face. But the lion was older and much bigger, so he wasn't exactly intimidated by the teen's outburst.
"I'm the man of this family and someone who's going to make a man out of you, something you might just be grateful for some day. Now go upstairs and make a study-plan for the weekend."
Clay almost opened his mouth to ask the overgrown pussy if he thought that just because he was fucking his mom he had any right to run his life and make him spend a Friday night with his nose buried in a book, when he remembered just what kind of book he had up there. He'd been planning to test out the next spell he tried on Henry, but the lion had just forced his hand, something he might come to regret later on. Inspiration struck, a dark idea growing in his mind until he had to fight to keep a smirk from his face.
"Fine..." he said, trying to look beaten. So he'd miss hanging out in the old warehouse with his crew. If he had to stay home, he'd just have to get his kicks right here...
*******
As Henry's eyes began to adjust he didn't feel like he was waking up, but rather shifting to a new kind of dream. Every muscle in his body felt wrong, which shouldn't have come as a surprise since he was lying on something hard. Now that he thought about it, the lion couldn't remember going to bed. He remembered the confrontation with Clay, how he'd comforted Kimberly before she left to catch her flight, going up to their bedroom with a ringing in his ears and a dizziness that seemed to get worse with every step he climbed. Did he even reach the bed? He felt like he'd spent the night, or at least part of it, stretched out on the floor. And God knows his step-son wouldn't have bothered helping him if he'd seen him like that.
"C'mon, I can tell you're awake..." came a voice followed by a rattle, loud and discordant enough to shake the drowsiness from the lion's mind and help both his eyes and mind focus. When he did he found himself looking at his step-son through a grid of stainless steel. It took him a few moments to recognize the basement, and for him to realize he was in the dog-cage belonging to the family's St. Bernard!
"Hello Henry! Had a nice rest, did you?" the white lapine sneered, looking down at him from outside the cage. He tried to reply but his jaw felt... wrong somehow, his tongue too heavy to form anything resembling a word.
"Yeah, you aren't going to be any talking any time soon. Or ever, I suppose. Hope you liked giving that speech last night, since those were more-or-less your last words." He said, pushing his phone to the bars and showing Henry... a video of the family dog?
It was Puppy - a name fitting the Bernard's temperament if not his size- in this very cage and struggling to get to his feet... A sickening feeling tightened the lion's guts as he realized the dog on the screen was responding to his own strangely difficult attempts to get into at least a kneeling position. When Henry turned his head, the canine's head swiveled, and when he raised an arm, a paw lifted. And when the lion worked up the courage to look down he lost his breath as his eyes focused on the big, fluffy body of the family dog!
"Figured it out yet?" the teen sneered from outside the cage, reaching behind him and opening some sort of ledger filled with a cramped script and strange designs scrawled alongside it. "See this Henry? This is power. The real kind, not the bullshit career-man, head of the family, chicken-shit swaggering that you had. With this little thing I can things happen!" the rabbit said, sounding almost deranged with glee.
"You know, I really didn't have anything against you when I first met you. I'm not some sniveling kid throwing a fit because he's worried mommy won't have time for him anymore. Fuck, when mom started dating again I hoped it would get her out of my hair! But instead of that happening I just got_another_ person telling me how to live my life! And when you sent me to my fucking_room last night and told me to hit the books... well it's kind of your fault, isn't it? Bet you didn't know I had a book that was actually _worth reading, huh?"
Henry tried to respond, but a feral dog's voice-box wasn't up to the task even if he wasn't in the grip of the worst panic in his life. He didn't have a high opinion of Clay but he'd been willing to try and set the boy straight for his new wife's sake. And now it turned out he was at the mercy of the teen who was worse than he'd ever imagined. The gloating rabbit was savoring the former lion's distress until a scratching noise from the door caught both their attentions.
"Heh, guess someone still hasn't realized he's got hands now. All right Puppy, I'll open the door for you..." he said, climbing the stairs and opening the door for whoever was scratching to get in. Henry almost didn't recognize the newcomer who was even now panting and rubbing against Clay. The body was that of a grown male, completely naked, leonine...
"C'mon boy, come and say hi to Henry..." Clay said, making his way down the stairs with what the captive lion was suspecting was the family dog in his own body. "Who's that boy, huh?"
Henry was stunned by the sight of his own face as he'd never seen it before. This wasn't the mature, confident feline the mirror showed him every morning. This was the expression on the good-natured but dim-witted family dog, a loyal animal always looking for attention and affection. And he wasn't entirely naked, Henry realized when he saw the dog's collar almost hidden in the carefully brushed mane.
*******
Clay just let the two stare at each other - his dog and the man who was now his bitch. Puppy didn't show any signs of recognizing who it was in the cage he had to go into whenever they had anyone over who was nervous around dogs, but then he'd never been the brightest penny in the fountain. It was enough for the rabbit that Henry recognized who it was panting in front of him. His former step-dad was crushed enough that he could see his despair in the face of a feral canine, and he hadn't even started paying the prick back for trying to run his life.
"I think he likes your body. Out of interest, what do you think our neighbors would think if I let 'Puppy' outside to do his business?" he asked, grinning as he got a panicked yelp from the displaced lion. "Fuck, I gotta say I like 'you' better like this. Wonder if mom would? Whaddaya think boy? Huh? Wanna sleep in mommy's bed from now on?" he said, mussing the leonine mane and scratching his loving canine behind the ears. Not that he intended to let Puppy fuck his own mother, but the idea was torture for Henry, so he rolled with it.
"C'mon boy, let's show the new doggie how smart you are. Sit!" he said, and smiled as his pet clumsily planted his new leonine rump on the floor. "Good boy, now shake hands..." he said, and went through the lot in front of the whimpering canine in the cage. Puppy rolled over, laid down, barked on command, and when the adoring pet's repertoire was exhausted, Clay decided to really give his former step-dad a show. With some care he positioned his phone in such a way to catch both the expression of the caged 'dog' and the action he had in mind.
The thought of what he was about to do filled him with dark glee even as his shaft filled up and out, tenting his sweatpants. And once those were off, his pet instantly crawled over on all fours and began sniffing the exposed lapine cock. He'd trained Puppy to do this years ago, but if he was being honest it didn't really take a lot of training. Mostly it had been a matter of teaching the dog not to stick his nose into any crotch at any given time. But the big shaggy canine had always done anything if it earned him approval and attention, so Clay had never spared it. Nor was he about to start now.
"There we go, who's a good Puppy? Who's my big dumb cock-slut?" he said, patting the leonine mane as its former owner stared in stunned silence. He wondered just what kind of mind-fuck it was to watch your own body, now guided by a dumb animal eager to do anything to please, do the sort of things you wouldn't dream of doing. Things like taking long, hungry licks of your step-son's cock and balls.
The kinkiness was certainly working for him. He had to admit that the lion's tongue wasn't really a match for what the St. Bernard normally had. It was smaller, and being a feline tongue a little rough, but you couldn't fault Puppy's enthusiasm. As always the dog was slurping happily away, his ears perked for any sign that he was doing something especially right. Clay kept his hand buried in the leonine mane but didn't bother leading the muzzle anywhere. His cock was leaking by now and sure enough Puppy's tongue was moving up, cleaning the pink lapine shaft and giving every indication that he enjoyed the taste of another male. And just wait until Henry sees his tongue lapping up every drop of cum I wind up spraying.
The trapped canine was whining now, strange keening sounds that Clay had never heard a dog make. But then again it wasn't a dog making them. It was a prick who thought he was on top when he closed his eyes, only to open them to the spectacle of his own body sued as a sex-toy. And if this had him whimpering, Clay had to wonder what kind of noises he'd make when he saw all of the tricks Puppy could do!
The teen savored the sight of the feline tongue bathing the tip of his cock before pushing the tip into the leonine muzzle, stuffing his shaft into that smart mouth that had only hours ago given him the fucking speech that ended with him being sent to his room. He wondered if Henry realized that if he'd just let him go out like he intended he might not be on his knees, happily sucking on a throbbing lapine length.
"Hmmmmnghh, there's a good Puppy. Be a good dog and suck on that bone now..." he groaned, pushing the head of the unprotesting pet down and sheathing more of himself into the wet warmth of a lion's muzzle.
"There's a good boy! Now lift your tail, Puppy. C'mon, lift your tail like a good bitch..." he said, maneuvering the dog trapped in a lion's body on all fours.
Clay had never really considered himself attracted to males, but he'd be lying if he said the sight of the feline body presented for him wasn't turning him on. After all, he'd be the one getting ass rather than giving it, so if anyone should feel like a fag it was either his ditzy dog or the once proud lion who was about to watch himself get fucked like a bitch. And it definitely turned Clay o to think that he'd be using a much bigger male as his plaything. He worked out hard but he was still a rabbit and the best he could do was to look fit and athletic. He doubted Henry put in half as much effort, but he was a lion and so wound up with a body that looked powerful - all hard muscle and wide shoulders.
And a tight ass about to get loose...
He pushed his thumbs between the feline cheeks before spreading them apart, smiling a cruel smile as he caught the whimpers from the cage. Much different than the needy whines Puppy was making with his new leonine voice. He gripped the base of the ropey tail, keeping it up as he aimed the head of his shaft towards the pink pucker winking in anticipation. Even though he was in a new body, Puppy was no stranger to taking his owner's cock, and as he pushed his tip against the pink ring Clay was surprised it was the caged 'dog' who actually yelped when it sank in.
"Fuck, that's tight!" he groaned, both savoring the warm grip of the leonine pucker and just to fuck with its previous owner.
On some lever Clay had been worried this wouldn't serve to properly stick it to Henry, since he wasn't in his body while it was being sodomized. But he hadn't considered what a mind-fuck it would be for him to watch Puppy at the helm while his ass was getting plowed. Back when he'd first started doing this with the St. Bernard the big dog was just glad for the attention and praise, but after a while Clay had managed to find the subby canine's nut and had managed to get him off a few times, even though it had made a huge mess. Enough to turn Puppy from a compliant butt-slut into an _eager_one.
The result was that as he pushed himself slowly deeper Henry was treated to the sight of himself on all fours, his ass in the air as more and more lapine cock disappeared into it, and all the while that stern, composed muzzle was gaping open, the tongue lolling from it as Puppy panted happily. The dog didn't seem to realize that anything was different, even though the teen could tell he was sliding into a virgin pucker, tight in spite of its owner's eagerness.
When his hips finally met the lion's cheeks he paused, groping his former step-father's ass as he savored both the grip of it and the expression on the canine face. The sensation of the tight feline tail-hole wrapped snuggly around him was great, but he found himself getting off even more on the idea that he was breaking a once proud male with every second he stayed buried in the tight, tawny ass. And in a way it was better since Henry wasn't really watching himself getting raped.
There was no mistaking the panting coming from the leonine muzzle, or the way 'Puppy' was keeping his new tail hiked and out of the way, his pucker flexing and massaging the throbbing length buried under it. The dog was a natural butt-slut and even the change in his body wasn't enough to distract him from the sensation of being mounted by his master. With a grin, Clay wondered how long it would take for Henry to get even more proof of how well his former body was adapting to being a bunny's bitch.
"There we go... who's a good little slut, huh boy?" he cooed to the canine who did his best to crane his neck and flash his owner a plaintive look that usually got him what he wanted.
Not a bad way to spend a Friday night after all... Clay mused as he ground his hips against the firm ass of what had mere hours ago been a proud lion and career man and was now an eager slut winking around the cock sticking out from under his tail. He wondered what was going through Henry's mind as he watched Clay's cock go through his ass. And what would the former lion been thinking if he knew what the white rabbit had in store for him.
The little plan that had so quickly taken root in his mind made his cock twitch, his hips moving back and forth far enough to slide the slick length in and out of the ass of the family pet. He was still keeping things slow, since even though Puppy was eager it was obvious this ass had never been broken in. And it would definitely need breaking in, considering what was to follow. Besides, he didn't want to finish up to fast. After all he had an audience for the first time and wanted to give Henry a real good show.
He had to give it to the former lion - he'd really looked after himself. Even predators such as lions tended to get a gut if they didn't keep fit after hitting middle age, but the body he was using was hard and lean. Probably a point of pride for the male who used to have so much of it. The prick probably spent loads of time in front of a mirror, admiring himself. Well, he could feast his eyes now, especially on the way his ass looked as a young white rabbit rode it. A pink shaft pistoning away between the furry cheeks as the canine inhabiting the feline form kept the tail raised high.
Clay could feel the heavy sack his own was bumping into every time he thrust home, and acting on curiosity he let one hand wander along the lion's waist. He wasn't surprised when something warm and wet squirted over his fingertips, nor when his digits encountered a hard leonine shaft bobbing up and down in the rhythm of the rutting. Puppy was enjoying being his bitch, the barbed cock twitching against his hand while he cradled it and flexing when he wrapped his fingers around it.
"Not bad Henry... but you know it's not what you have, it's how you use it." He said, talking to the caged canine even as he gave a sharp buck into the panting lion's ass. It was a little rougher than he intended, but the bark Puppy gave in response was anything but pained. Clay figured it made sense, since even though he was a huge dog the body he'd given his pet was bigger, heavier. Over six foot of lion I have here. I suppose there's no need to be gentle.
With that thought he grabbed the tawny hips, bracing himself as he upped his pace and began to really rail the feline rump. The pucker had been milking him so far and by the slickness of the cock sliding in and out of the lion's once virgin ass he could tell he'd already made a mess in there. And Puppy definitely didn't mind the pace, his panting interrupted only by an occasional murring noise as his speared tail hole pulsed and winked around his master's cock. It must have been a hell of a sight to see himself getting pounded like a dumb slut since it broke Henry's relative silence. The basement rang with loud, panicked barks and the ring of metal as the male watching his own body getting violated began to paw and slam his body against the sides of his cage. When he tried a growl, Clay couldn't help but laugh.
"You might want to quiet down in there. If you make too much noise someone might come over and see 'you' like this..." he said, patting the tawny rump he was bucking into. The idea that someone might see what was until recently his body - naked, panting and with signs of use under his tail - seemed to serve to shut the 'dog' up.
Clay's eyes met Henry's and the rabbit sneered as he held the gaze of the broken male watching his own body get violated. The act of doing this in front of the lion was almost as good as the feel of the ass he was railing, the knowledge that he could do this to anyone who ever tried to fuck with him. And as far as Clay was concerned there was a long list of people trying to shit on his life, plenty of guinea pigs for the stuff he dug up in that book. He moved one hand from the lion's hips and grabbed the end of the leash, an unsubtle reminder to Henry that he was now his bitch and was about to get what bitches like him needed. But suddenly just cumming under the thick leonine tail wasn't enough. Clay wanted to do more, to not only drive the point home but to give it a sadistic twist. And he knew just how to do it without getting rough with Puppy who was being so accommodating.
"You gonna cum boy? You gonna show this doggy how a bitch squirts?" he murmured, angling his cock and trying to hit the panting Puppy's nut.
When strange rumbling whimpers started coming from the feline chest, he knew he'd hit his mark. He pulled on the leash and got Puppy to raise his front off the ground, getting the 'dog' into a kneeling position while still pistoning away at his rear. The whine coming from the cage was music to the teen's ears, the desperate cry of the former man now reduced to watching himself like this. Puppy was a mess, obviously close even before one caught sight of the leonine cock, rock hard and bobbing up and down with every savage thrust into his rear.
Clay was grinning like a maniac now, his own climax almost forgotten as he tirelessly pumped away into the tawny ass pulsing around his cock. He kept his eyes on Henry's, on the expression of anguish on the normally happy and carefree face of the family dog. Even if it hadn't been for Puppy's drawn out whimper, or the flexing of the speared tail-hole, he'd have known the dog was cumming just by watching the expression on his step-dad's face. The barbed cock was still bouncing wildly but now it was sending out arcs of milky feline spunk through the air, making a huge mess and making the basement reek of fresh lion-cum.
"Good bitch... now take it!" he growled, directing the words at the caged 'dog'.
It wasn't his first time spraying Puppy's ass with his load, but as he felt his cock twitch Clay's vision dimmed with the intensity of this orgasm. His fist gripped the leash so tight that his fingers were digging into his paw, the other hand groping the feline ass he was breeding, sending rope after warm rope into the man who thought he could tell him what to do. A real big shot - tall, handsome, respected- and now nothing but a panting cum-dump or a broken dog whimpering in his cage, depending on how you looked at it. Thank you, you son of a bitch! If you hadn't made me stay I would have wasted the night getting high and talking shit with my friends. What a waste that would have been!
He stayed inside Puppy until his cock began to grow soft, all the while petting him and telling him what a good boy he was. And once his tip slipped from the violated lion's ass he took a chair and placed it facing the broken male's cage. Puppy knew the drill and didn't even need to be told what to do - he just got on all fours and began to clean his master, with his rear pointed at the whimpering 'dog'. He wondered what was going through Henry's mind as he watched his own ass, still gaping and drooling Clay's spunk.
Not that it really mattered. This was had been great, but he felt he'd gotten what he wanted. There were more spells in that book and a long line of assholes just like this on his 'to-do' list. Let Henry wonder about what would happen, maybe even hope that Clay would switch him and Puppy back. After all, guys like him are into that 'I hope you learned your lesson.' shit. He couldn't know that Clay had already made some calls, and was just waiting on the club he'd contacted to send someone over. They would take care of the Lion's body, and as for Puppy... well he was bound to have a great vacation in a place where everyone was telling him what a pretty dog he is. Clay's thought were interrupted by the ring of the doorbell, and figuring he was clean enough the rabbit pulled his pants up and went to answer it.
"You Clay?" the bear asked, standing in the doorway while his friend unlocked the side-door of their van.
"Yeah, come on down to the basement, I'll show you your new toy..." he said.
"Whoah!" the bear said, once he caught sight of the freshly fucked and still eager lion. "So he's... already in character?"
"U-huh. He's really into the whole pet-play stuff, so as long as you tell him what a good puppy he is, scratch him behind the ears and shit he'll keep his tail up." Clay said, ignoring the way the caged St. Bernard was whimpering at the sight of the lion crawling up to the newcomers and happily sniffing around them.
"Okay then, just throw a blanket around him or something. Don't want the neighbors seeing me lead him out on a leash..." the bear said, and Clay tossed him an old raincoat they managed to drape around Puppy's shoulders.
"Okay, we'll keep him over the weekend, and if all goes well we can make this a regular thing. Here's what we agreed on..." he said, handing Clay a thick wad of money. "You want to count that?"
"Nah, we're all good here. You just have fun with my bitch and make sure you give him what he needs. And be sure to send me a few choice vids..." he said.
"No problem there! Pleasure doin' business with you two..." the bruin said while Clay helped the two of them escort the 'lion' who still wasn't sued to walking around on only two paws. Henry had been almost mute during the encounter, but when he heard the van drive off with his body he actually howled. Clay admired the weight if the cash in his hand, a nice little bonus from this venture, but not the real reason behind it. He flashed the distraught dog a smile before looking ahead and changing his expression to a mask of dismay.
"Mom, I don't know how to tell you this, but you deserve to know..." he addressed the wall before pretending to hand someone his phone. "I know mom, I was shocked to, but... well I guess you never know what people are like deep down. I guess he just needed you to keep up appearances, to keep people from discovering what he was really into. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone new..." he finished, once again grinning as he looked at Henry. "Now I just have to figure out what to do with you. But then again I have the whole weekend to come up with something..." the teen said, turning his back and making for the stairs.
Truth be told, he wasn't thinking all that much about Henry, not when there was still so much to do to so many. All those grudges he'd borne were about to become sweet opportunities. There was that prick at the grocery store who wouldn't sell him beer because his ID 'looked fake'. He'd think of something good for him. And that shithead wolf at the basketball courts who always called him a bunny, just because the cunt's four years older and about fifty pounds heavier than Clay was. He's got a pretty smoking sister though, so he might change their bodies around. Let him see firsthand just how many cocks his 'little sis' goes through in a day.
But by the time he reached his room, even those notions seemed to lose savor. They seemed so petty, trivial scores with people not worth his time. He could do things now, serious power shit! For one he wasn't going to get held back another grade. Finishing high-school would be a breeze now that he only had to read one book. And after that, he'd set himself up. Henry had been wrong. Clay didn't have to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, he needed to decide what to do with everyone else's lives! It was time to stop looking at the mob out there as people and seeing them as what they now were - tools. And toys...
Dark ideas flitted through his imagination as Clay reached back to scratch his back, unaware that under his fingers a little black patch of fur was spreading into lines and curves, a dark design slowly taking shape on his body and in his mind...