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“Okay. You’ve got this. You’ve observed and planned for months. Get in, grab what you can, and get out.” Drew takes a big breath and releases it while giving himself the final pep talk before breaking into this lonely manor in the woods. He has always loved his chosen occupation of being a thief. The thrill of scraping by dangerously, flirting with the danger of always being caught but getting out with big valuables. It’s not even about the money for him, it’s just the adrenaline rush. He’s made so much money from it, that for the last year he hasn’t taken on any jobs. His master, however, says he’s gotten fat and lazy off of his success and is no longer fit to keep working as a thief. Drew admits he's put on a few pounds as he starts slipping on his new skin-tight bodysuit, sliding it over his fuzzy, distended belly, but he will prove he hasn’t lost his touch at all.

With the suit on, he slips a ski mask over his face and turns to the single window on the back side of the manor. “What kind of mansion only has a single window for the whole building,” Drew asks himself. Without a hitch he’s able to slide his lockpicks between the glass frames and he turns the lever just enough to allow the window to be lifted. The room inside is dark, as it always is, and he’s never once in his observations seen a shadow, light, or body move through it, so it must be a closet or storage of some sort. With the window open, he slides in, takes out his flashlight and looks around. It appears to be a bedroom with one very large bed, a canopy hanging over it, and a desk on the opposite side of the room from it.

“Hello,” he hears, a whisper directly into his ear, making him jump and spin around in a circle to catch whoever said it, but he finds no presence. “We’ve been waiting for you,” a new, but similar voice, whispers in his other ear. Drew’s mind is telling him to get out now, but his body wants to explore further as the adrenaline hits his system. The window slams down and locks itself behind him, causing him to turn around and frantically pull at it. The window nor the latch will no longer budge. Next a light turns on in the room, and Drew can definitely feel breathing on his neck. He spins around panicked and finds one green and one blue fox, both naked and erect standing directly behind him. They are so close, his belly rubs against theirs during the spin and he almost falls backwards, but the wall keeps him upright as they push him against it, both of their big, round bellies forcing him back. Drew, unable to react right away, feels his ski mask lifted off, revealing his human face. He has a rough face with a scar on his cheek below his left eye, unkempt short red hair, green eyes, and a squared jaw with a mutton chop beard.

“Normally, guests are welcum in this manor,” the green fox says. “But intruders are another story,” the blue fox says. Staring at the man, both of the foxes’ eyes begin to glow and Drew finds himself unable to look away. “What should we do with him, babe?” The blue fox refers to his companion who says, “We’ve been needing a new pet, haven’t we?” Drew feels his mind tearing away from his body, despite his heart pounding in his throat and his panicked breathing, and is losing track of his senses. Before long, after looking into each of their eyes, Drew is almost looking down at himself, as if having a dream with an out of body experience. He sees his captors lips moving, but cannot hear or make out what is being said. He watches in horror as his body remains motionless as the green fox latches a collar around his throat with a lock. Drew tries to scream, but no sound comes out, and his body makes no effort to move in the slightest.

Drew watches as his body drops to its knees in front of the beings and starts rubbing their bellies, worshiping them, burying its face in their fat, licking them. This is when he hears a voice from no particular direction saying, “Is this what you expected when you were staking out this manor?” The voice sounds familiar, but he’s unsure of who it belongs to. “Look at you, watch as you become their little pet. You had to have expected this to happen if you were caught, right?” Continuing to watch, unable to do anything else, his body is now kissing their paws as they begin to strip him of his body suit. “Or maybe, you wanted to be caught.”

“No, no, no! That’s impossible!” Drew finally finds his voice, and it echoes around him. “I always want to scrape by, to get out just barely each time!”

The familiar voice chuckles, “But this time is different. You’ve been watching this place. You know what happens to those who go inside.” Drew’s body now has a leash attached to his collar and is being led towards the bed, crawling on all fours. “You’ve been wanting this. You desire this. This is the real you!” The voice steadily becomes more and more familiar, but Drew tries to fight against it.

“No! That’s not… that’s not true!” His response is weaker than before, more doubtful. Is it actually true though? Is this why he came into this place? Why did he choose this place? Are the actions his body is taking down there really his own?

“Admit it.” The voice becomes stronger, more confident, and more forceful. “This is who you really are. Who you are meant to be. Who you’ve been wanting to be for a long time.” Drew’s mind is spinning, trying not to listen. “You want to serve the better male. You want to give your body over to them. You are a slut, and a whore. You are just a bitch for superior males. Admit it.” He is unable to argue, watching as his body has begun to lick and suck one of their cocks, on its knees, while sticking three fingers now into its ass. “Surrender”. The voice is clearer, he knows who it belongs to now. “Give in.” It’s been his own voice all along. “Become their good boy, forever.” He’s been rejecting himself this whole time. “Be what you desire.” He weakly responds saying “yes…” to himself. “Obey your masters.” “Yes…!” “You horny, fucking slut!” “YES!” “ADMIT IT!” “I WANT TO SERVE MY SUPERIOR MASTERS!”

As soon as Drew cries out those words, his mind melts back into his body, and with it brings unfathomable pleasure. The green fox has the leash pulled taught, forcing the pet’s throat to swallow his entire 8 inch cock as the blue fox thrusts his hips from behind, his thighs slapping loudly against the slave’s ass. Unable to understand why he would ever try to reject this absolute pleasure, the new pet starts cumming on the spot, directly into the bed. He continues to cum more, and more , and more, and with each pump he doesn’t realize how much of his humanity he is losing. He doesn’t notice his mouth slowly transitioning into a muzzle, how his hands start to grow furry and with padding and claws, or how he has a new appendage the blue fox grabs, furry and attempting to wag in absolute delight. His own dick and balls begin to morph, turning red and gaining canid features with a fuzzy sheath.

Both of the masters look at each other with a grin and a nod, and shove their cocks at the same time as deep as they can and eject copious amounts of cum into both ends of their new pet. The slave is unable to determine how long and how much seed he swallows and takes in, but it’s not his place to know. His place is to serve. They are the masters, and he is their pet.