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It wasn't fair, the otter was never slated for this. He had dreams of becoming something big and powerful, a business leader, a politician, anything that wasn't clipped to the end of a leash, walking on all fours behind the pink badger leading him to the bedroom. It had become a routine, a routine which he hated but begrudgingly came to accept, either way, the robots in his bloodstream would force him to follow the whims and commands of the badger, so he might as well still try to hold up the façade of agency.

It didn't work, both knew the otter held no power, and that fact only made the badger more excited.

"Pick up the pace pupper! Put some pep in the step, it's almost like you're not excited..." Laguna taunted, dragging along the otter.

"Yes sir..." Pupper huffed, trying to speed up. Walking on all fours was still something he wasn't used to, it didn't help that his shins were securely fastened to his thighs, making him walk using his knees. The fact his name had become Pupper was just another dagger the badger loved to stab him with every moment they could, that was one of the first things ameliorated with ownership, the old name he used to hold literally erased from his memory.

"Good boy." Laguna cooed. "If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you cum."

That made the otter's ears perk up, the preposition too sweet to resist, he picked up the pace until he was walking in step with the badger.

They soon came to the bedroom, Laguna led his pet to the edge of the bed and sat down himself, sheath on full display, it was slightly odd when Pupper first arrived to the mansion, to see his owner walking around in only half a business suit, but owner's house, owner's rules, and the lack of pants made his job easier. He had no idea how he would even undo a belt, let alone a zipper with his paws balled up in thick mittens. He felt the leash tighten as the badger playfully and casual spun his wrist, slowly twisting the leash up in his paw, removing any slack in the leash, and any doubt from the otter's mind of what the badger was looking to do next.

He placed his paws on the edge of his owner's bed, and took a deep breath of the balls inches from his nose. He took a single lick of them, shivering lightly. He was straight once, he might have had a girlfriend at some point, but everything before his pethood was covered in a hazy fog, like he could see things forming in the bottom of a murky pond, never clear, and far out of reach. Now under control of the badger, he was more than a little queer, and as much as he hated how his body was reacting, cage growing tighter and dripping pre. He loved it. Deep down he knew he was born to be owned by the badger, and in the moment, he didn't care if the badger had implanted those feelings, he had a job to do. He gently lapped his tongue up the sack until he came to the opening of the sheath, gently playing with the piercing it had.

He plunged his tongue in, feeling the salty reward of his labours coating his tongue as he slowly drew the shaft from the sheath, all the while a new drop of pre egging him to explore more. His may was almost acting on it's own, bobbing up and own on the meat that was slowly taking up more space. Laguna let his head lean back, giving gentle tugs on his pet's leash just to remind the pet it was there and who was in control. But satisfied to just enjoy letting Pupper do his thing, of all his pets he found the otter's mouth felt better than most, and he was quickly finding he would come to this one to suck him off more often than the others. But the other ones still saw more than their fair share of use, just in different ways. His empty paw quickly found itself resting on the pet's head, giving it gentle pats and ear scratches.

Pupper just closed his eyes, as hot as all this scene and treatment was, he still had some reservations in his heart. But the more he bobbed up and down, he could push off the feeling of how right it was, the knot gently pressing against his lips, the straining in his cage, the collar with a tag. Even the rose brand on the side of his thigh felt so right. One strong tug of the leash alerted the pet to what was coming. Pupper closed his eyes and opened the back of his throat, he let the cum flood in, sucking it down hungrily, silently begging for more as he lapped at the underside of the dick with his tongue. He took longer than was really necessary, making sure the dick was sufficiently empty and clean, before sitting back on his haunches looking at his owner with a quizzical head tilt.

"Hmmmm you did a great job, but I don't think you're ready to cum quite yet! Thank you Pupper, you can go back to your room." Laguna said, with a grin, before unclipping the pet's leash and laying back on the bed with a satisfied sigh.

Pupper knew his way around the house, and he knew the fastest way back to his room. He had tried escaping the first few days, but that was a long time ago, and no matter how hard he struggled he could never get off the manor grounds.

Not that it mattered, he was ready to go to bed, and he wanted to see his new love. He came to his room, the tag on his collar dinged and the door slid open. He walked into what was in essence a large dog crate, the walls were painted to look like large metal bars were across them, dog bowls for food and water were against one wall, and in the corner were large, plush dog beds. In the center of the room was a gray wolf stretching out his back amid the discarded bondage gear he took off.

"Hey Pupper, I just got out of my gear, want a paw?" The wolf asked, already moving towards the otter.

Pupper only nodded, puppy knelt down and undid the leg straps first knowing how tiring they could get.

"Yeah those things take a long ass time to get used to, really does a number on your back after a bit..." Puppy, the new-name of the wolf continued as he casually aided the otter shed his bonds.

"I mean, once you learn to take the mitts off with your teeth it get's easier, but if they forget to ungag you it can still be a bitch..."

"How can you accept this? Don't you hate it here?" Pupper finally asked, nearly bursting into tears.

Puppy stopped mid way through undoing the mitt strap.

"It's, complicated, I've been here a long time, a loooooong time. The owner, he cares for us, and I mean he does love us, just in a weird way y'know?" He finally admitted, helping Pupper from the final bond, helping the otter to his feet and looking him in the eyes.

"Does he? It's hard to believe that sometimes..."

"He does, I know he does, but even if not, we have each other. Come, let's get to bed early."

Puppy led Pupper to bed by the paw, jumping onto the thick dog bed and patting the spot next to him, the otter hesitated, for a second. But as he jumped into bed, feeling the wolf draw him into a tight hug, he closed his eyes but didn't let himself fall asleep yet. He was too enraptured by the feeling of the warm wolf's embrace. Maybe he r