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You looked down at the collar skeptically. "That's it?"

"That's it," a voice echoed to your left, "Pretty slick, huh?"

"I guess..."

It was a nice-looking collar; the sturdy leather, walnut brown with black threading, was studded with an assortment of pea-sized gems. You counted six in total, all diamond white.

"Go ahead, pick it up."

You glanced to Aloe--a skunk that was equally your best friend and worst nightmare--and the smirk you see on his face told you all you needed to know. He was up to no good.

"Come on, you gotta feel it, it's top-quality stuff," Aloe said.

"And what's the catch?"

"Catch? What do you meeean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. I know a prank when I see one."

The skunk feigned innocence, hands up in the air. "I would never!"

"You say that before every prank you pull." You pitched up your voice to mimic his, "I would never--as you hand me a drink filled with your hot piss. I would never--as you steal my clothes and force me to streak across campus while sporting an erection. I would never--"

"Okay. Okay!" Aloe said, cutting off your rant with a waving hand. He picked up the collar from the lab room table. "It's not just any collar. Me and a few other PhD students cooked this up. It's a collar that can control the wearer's mind--and is phone app controlled! Look, see these gems here?"

Aloe pointed to the six diamond lookalikes positioned around nearly half of the collar's circumference. "They're the breakthrough we needed, in charge of transmitting data to the wearer's brain. A microcontroller receives input from the phone app via Bluetooth communications--voice and keypad controllable--and the microcontroller outputs to the crystal transmitters, which then provide, like--a tunnel into your consciousness, influencing your very thoughts, emotions, reactions..."

You stared blankly at your friend. "...You're a kook."

"Come oooon, take a look for yourself."

"I am looking..." you grumbled, but you do take the collar off the skunk's hands. You flipped it left and right and over. It was a collar alright. The leather was clean, the steel buckle was sleek. The only thing that stood out to you was a slight lump on the inside of the leather hoop, centered between the first two diamonds.

Aloe noticed how your attention was grabbed by the protrusion. "That's where the microcontroller is located. Not too shabby, right?"

"I guess not."

"So... do you want to try it on?" Aloe asked.

"Ehhh..." You voiced your hesitations--several of them. "Is it safe? Will my head explode? Does it even work--or is this part of your next prank?" You poked around the metal buckle. Maybe the skunk rigged it to permanently lock around your neck, or maybe it was some kinda shock collar that would zap the shit out of you.

"Nope! No tricks! We've done _a lot_of testing on many different prototype versions. What you have in your hand is the first edition model that we're going to license and roll out for mass production!"

"What's it supposed to do again?"

"Try it on and see for yourself, unless..."

You narrowed your eyes. "Don't you say it," you growled.

"...Unless you're chicken." Aloe tucked his hands under his armpits and began flapping his imaginary wings, clucking his heart out while strutting back around forth in front of you. Your ears folded and lips curled in annoyance. Always looking for ways to get under your fur...

"Fuck you."

Giving into whatever your friend had planned, you slipped the collar around your neck. Fingers found the buckle's opening and lining it up with the leather tip, pushing it through until it was tight but not overly. A prong was forced through the nearest available hole, and finally the tip was threaded through the belt loop to be held snug against the collar.

"There, it's on. You happy?"

"Aww, it looks fantastic on you!" Aloe exclaimed, both paws held against each side of his snout as he ogled your new fashion accessory. "You really rock this look--get it?"

"Yeah, yeah, because of the diamonds. I got it."

"Actually, it's a fabricated quartz crystal with protective layering for longevity purposes, but close enough!"

He stepped closer to admire the collar from all angles, his hands brushing your fur aside as he picked at and adjusted the leather strap, which you begrudgingly allow. "The fit looks good--though, as long as it is around your neck, there is no need for 'perfect' alignment. The array of transmitters ensures that any transmitted signals are fed to you and only you. I could have my face pressed up against yours and be completely unaffected."

"Good to know," you said, more so to appease the skunk's ego than for your own benefit.

All this scientific crap went over your head--and now into your head, if this collar was the real deal--even when heavily dumbed down by your friend. Aloe was top of his collegiate class and every class above and below him, while you were more than happy to scrape by on most occasions. With everything in life going right for Aloe, he still chose to hang with you through thick and thin since your high school days, which must've meant there was something special to your friendship. He'd been a friend you could rely on--a sly prick at times, but that's what friends were for.

"Alrighty--time to give this the old college try!"

Your eyes widened at his remark--had he lied about prototype testing after all?

You were about ready to rip the collar off your neck until Aloe started to laugh, sounding more like a pig's snort. "Hah! You shoulda seen the look on your face!"

"Real funny," you said. "Now can you tell me what the collar does?"

"Like I said--mind control! The collar can influence your perception of pretty much anything and everything, and you perceive through five senses: sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. There are limits--like, I can't command your eyes to see something that isn't there. What I can command is how you interpret things you do see. I can do so by manipulating your emotional response to stimuli. Manipulating your brain to be repulsed, excited, horrified, aroused..."

Your worries worsened at the last word. "Uhm. Only temporarily, right?"

"Yes and no," Aloe said, much to your confusion. "If you take off the collar at any time, any influence you are under will go away, albeit slowly--depends on how long you were under the collar's influence. I can also 'reset' the collar to remove any previous commands, but again, it takes some time for your mind to take back the reins, so to speak."

"H--how long?"

Aloe sensed your sudden apprehension. "Don't worry! For what we're doing, there will be little to no 'hangover' period. I'm only talking about when it's worn for days or longer--which we've implemented safety features to avoid such abuse of the device. There's also a permanent command option... but that feature is heavily locked down as well."

Your fur practically stood on end when hearing the word permanent. Should you really be doing something that might permanently fuck with your mind?

Aloe had his phone out and held up to his face, engrossed in something you could not see. "One of the first safety precautions must be defeated to even begin using the collar: consent of the wearer."

Oh, that made sense. You relaxed just a little bit at your friend's reassurance. He was your genius-prodigy friend; you shouldn't have anything to worry about while under the skunk's care. He would keep you safe. There wasn't a friend you trusted more than him.

Yet, there was a constant warning bell ringing around the back of your mind. This was also the same friend that bombed your dorm room with fart spray--from his scent glands! Your friendship had always been like this: a back-and-forth, tug-of-war-like relationship, ranging between brotherly love and sibling annoyance.

You remember walking into your room and nearly being blown back across the hallway by the god-awful smell. You could've ripped his striped head off his shoulders with how pissed off you'd been. All your clothes, bed, and pretty much everything else had been marked with his signature stink. The only thing more embarrassing about having a reeking room for the rest of the semester was becoming aroused by the scent of your reeking room.

You had no good explanation for your arousal. All you knew for sure was that you were tormented with several weeks' worth of erections because of that prank.

"...Consent is given by voice verification in the app; the app sends your voice through the collar and to your brain, which instinctively provides a feedback loop that acts like a type of voice recognition. Basically, if your mind identifies the code is correctly spoken by you, consent is given."

He turned the phone's screen towards me. The app looked amazing, of course, and in the center of the screen was the word Harbor, then the word Penguin, then Lockpick.

"Verification codes are one word long, constantly cycling every few seconds, which the wearer must repeat successfully in a sequence of ten--no chance of a voice recording providing false verification. There's the possibility of AI, of course, which we're devising a means of defeating, but we're overall very happy with our safety verification system."

"That's pretty cool," you admitted.

"Hell yeah it is! Here, let's demonstrate: I'll try to verify the wearer, which is you--see that icon in the top right corner? That means the collar is connected and is 'in-use', so the device knows someone is wearing it at this moment." Aloe turned the phone slightly so he could also see the words. "Graveyard. Powerup. Fireplace." Each time he said the word aloud, the letters turned red and shook side to side on the screen.

"See? Didn't work. Your brain heard my voice and fed back invalid responses to the system. If there are too many invalid responses, we'd be temporarily locked out of the app." He pointed the phone back to you again. "Now you try."

"Alright." You gaze was concentrated on the phone. "Ahem... Tango. Whiskey. Foxtrot--"

You narrowly avoid a smack aimed for your rear.

"Seriously, it will time out! Idiot."

As much as you would've loved to fuck with your friend some more, you didn't want to risk angering the smaller skunk--who knew what pranks he would try to pull on you next.

"Georgia. Hurricane. World. Stinger. Desperate. Jorge. Void. Humid. Fourth. Lofty." The last word lit green and disappeared without a replacement. After a few seconds, a checkmark appeared, and after that, your full name: Hayden Galantis. How did it know your name?

"Easy as that," Aloe said. "Isn't that awesome?"

"Yeah."

"...You could act a little more excited."

"Wow. That is so cool," you said, keeping your voice deadpan as possible.

Your friend gave you a mean mug, his tiny nose scrunched up on his snout. "Why do I even try..."

With your snickering in his ear, Aloe carried on, "There's nothing else needed to setup the collar, should be ready for commands--extra security can be added to the app, but we don't need to worry about that right now." One furred thumb hovered over his phone, but his head turned to me instead. "Before we start having some real fun, you gotta take a look at yourself in the mirror to see how cute you look!"

"Eugh. Do I have to?"

He blipped out his tongue at you and said, "I command it~"

You rolled your eyes, hesitant to play Aloe's mind games--a bit too late, seeing as you were wearing a collar that would supposedly do exactly that--yet there was no denying your interest in what the skunk had been working on for the better part of the past two years.

You step around the table and up to a full-length mirror. Your reflection stared back: a chocolate-brown Labrador Retriever with tangerine highlighted ear tips--compliments of Aloe literally pushing you into a salon shop a month back--and wearing your normal summer attire of gym shorts and a short-sleeved tee. Clashing in the middle of it all was your newest piece of fashion wear. Well, it wasn't so bad the more you looked at it. The crystals would've certainly been a shining spectacle with a nicer set of clothes--and a more handsome Labrador, too.

Aloe stepped up beside you in the mirror, notably smaller and thinner in comparison. Trailing up the middle of his back was a gigantic striped tail, also wider and taller than his body. His eyes, green as emeralds in broad daylight, were focused on the collar, and a smile as bright as the collar's crystals spread across his muzzle. You didn't understand what made him so gushy. Of the two figures reflected in the mirror, he would've been better fit for the look.

You could admit that he was cuter, right? Friends can say that kinda stuff to one another--not that you would ever dare to.

"You look so freakin' cute!"

Aloe didn't seem to have any problem voicing his own thoughts about you.

"You're just saying that."

"I am not! You are so handsome right now and there is no denying it!"

That had you a little hot under the collar, literally. "You... you really think so?" you replied uncertainly, slipping a thumb under the leather hoop so you could pull it away from the lump caught in your throat.

"Quit being such an idiot and look at yourself," he said, pointing to the mirror. "Of course you are hot! I don't know why you need your best friend to help you see that."

You looked in the mirror, this time really trying to zoom out and take all of yourself into appreciation. It didn't work like you'd hoped.

"Eh, I don't know man... I think you'd look--"

"Maybe this would help you out," Aloe interrupted, cutting you off from admitting your strange attraction to the skunk, and you lacked the courage to try again.

Aloe looked down at his phone, tapped the glass a few times, and said aloud, "Command begin. The collar looks sexy on me. Command end."

You tilt your head skeptically to the side. "Sexy? Me?"

"Take a look for yourself."

You gaze settles back on the mirror, wondering if he'd been tugging your tail all along... a tail belonging to an exceptionally handsome Labrador. Fuck, that dude was hot--but that's just a reflection. That was your reflection.

"Holy shit..."

"Now you see what I'm talking about?"

You were completely floored. Aloe had really outdone himself this time. The lab in the mirror was everything you'd been comparing yourself to only minutes before--the lab you'd been wishing you were your whole life. He was sleek, curvy in all the right places. He was toned. He was fluffy. He was charismatic. He was you. You were the toned, fluffy, charming Labrador that stood tall and proud, and around your neck was a collar that fit perfectly with your physique. A collar made for you and only you.

"Made for me..."

"What was that?" asked Aloe, still standing beside me.

You felt yourself slip back into the present, like you were warped from one reality to the next. You'd forgotten he was in the room. You'd forgotten he was the one who'd given you the collar.

He was the collar's maker...

"Did you make this for me?" you blurted out.

Aloe did not answer your question, so you turned to face him instead. The skunk had one white-toned eyebrow cocked, and a smirk was curling wickedly around his snout.

...What did you say just now?... What did you say?

"Uhm..." you wavered, unable to form a coherent thought. It was like remembering a dream. He'd said something to you...

"Looks like the command did a number on you, hehe..."

That was it. He'd said a command--a command for the collar. It was around your neck. The air felt stifling. The collar was suddenly too tight. Should you take it off? But you looked so good in it...

"Relax buddy, don't stress it." Aloe was looking back at his phone, clicking through a few menus that were too far away for you to read. "First time takes a bit getting used to. We've been dabbling on the intensity levels; gotta tweak it just right so it's not so noticeable of a change, but also not lost or easily ignored."

Your friend glanced to you, the nodded his head towards the mirror. "Go ahead and take a look at yourself again."

You thought twice about listening to him. Less than a minute of looking in that mirror and you were practically in another world. What would looking for longer do to you? But you trusted Aloe--he made the collar. He knew the limits.

With a flustered growl, you turned back to your reflection.

"Good boy."

Looking back his way, your hand swung around to lightly slap him on the back of the head. "Don't start that shit. You want me to take the collar off now?"

"No! Sorry, just playin' is all."

You nodded to the smaller skunk, happy that your threat got across, even if it had been a hollow one; you struggled to swat out the buzzing ideas circling around your thoughts.

Taking off the collar would be wrong.

Don't you want to be beautiful?

Be the Labrador you always wanted to be.

You'd be hollow without it dazzling around your neck.

The mirror told you all you needed to know, reflecting exactly what you wanted to see. Yeah, the collar was dazzling, the glimmering top of a six-foot tall, charcoal-coated trophy. Taking some time to explore your body, you reached a hand up to the tangerine tips of your ears, turning them around so you could better see the striking color. Yeah, Aloe was right. The highlights did look great on you.

The collar looked great on you.

"Come on Hayden." The skunk swayed his hips left and right, his flowing tail swishing behind him. "Show off your bod, strike some poses!"

Yeah, that's not a bad idea. You turned your waist around and popped out your booty. You smiled at the cheeked up sight before you--only, you wished your shorts weren't blocking so much of the view.

"Command begin. I'd look much better without these clothes on. Command End."

You heard Aloe's command, and for a fleeting moment, you wanted to snatch that phone right out of his hand and chuck it across the room. The thought was there one moment and gone the next, overshadowed by a new, tantalizing thought. Your clothes were blocking the view--so why keep them on?

Thumbs slipped down both sides of your waistline and inside the shorts, pulling downwards to reveal the ocean blue briefs underneath, and keep going down, down, down... until you only needed to let go for them to drop to the floor. A quick tug of your tail out from the opening at the back and two paws kicking their way from the fabric prison, and the shorts were no more. The shirt was also too simple, too baggy. Not nearly good enough to be seen alongside the studded collar. It had to go, too, and when it did, there was no denying that your chocolate fur on full display was a welcoming sight.

"Oh yeah. That's a much better look on you," said Aloe. "Now pose for me, cutie."

You tried out the same pose as before, throwing your ass back to the mirror. No shorts meant nothing to stop your fuzzy cheeks from being on full display. Tail hiked up, back bent over, hands on knees... this was a good look for you. You bounce your hips back and forth, smiling back at your reflected copy. You notice Aloe's watchful gaze from the corner of the mirror, just behind your shaking booty, his eyes focused on exactly that. You pay no mind to his staring--you were worth staring at, after all.

"Don't forget the undies," Aloe said. You nodded in agreement. He was only pointing out the obvious. The briefs were only restraining your enjoyment. A bit more work to shimmy out of them, your tail requiring some manipulation to escape the tight fabric. Now they were at your feet, and with a twirl and flick, the undies landed on top of the discarded pile of clothes. You were finally free to breathe, free to show off your body. You rubbed along your chocolate chest, trailing a little lower to where the chocolate transitioned into a lighter, mocha brown shade that ran further down...

Your eyes hovered between your legs. You were naked. "Oh shit..." You were naked!

Two hands quickly cover your furry sheath. Your mind is overtaken with feelings of embarrassment and shame. Why would you strip naked in a lab room--in front of your best friend?

"Aww, come on, don't be shy..." Aloe closed the distance behind you, his head poking around your right side. The feeling of his furry chin against your shoulders caused you to seize up. "You were having fun. No need to stop now. We can keep having fun, together..." A streak of dark fur curled around your chocolate hips. Still as a statue, you watched those delicate fingers get closer and closer, pitch-black becoming more visible against mocha-brown, now hovering just over your package.

His hot breath teased your ear. "I've always wondered what a chocolate lab tastes like..."

"Okay! Timeout!" you yelped out. You sprung back away from the skunk's hand, forcing Aloe to stumble away from your awkward retreat. "I think I've gotten the gist of how it works--really cool, awesome. I think we can wrap this up, head out, find somewhere to eat..."

Your friend looked agitated--no, that's not true. He was smiling ear to ear at you. You must've imagined that, right?

"Oh well; Your loss, big guy! Figured I would treat you to a fun prank for once, but I won't push you into something you don't want. Glad you at least got to enjoy it a bit--pretty wild, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," you said, except it wasn't over yet. The feelings were still there: an urge to take in more of your gorgeous reflection. A selfish, irresistible desire for your own body. A wish that you hadn't stopped his reaching hand--you couldn't snuff out the last, lingering thought, but at least you kept it to yourself. Your skunk friend didn't need to know how tempting the chance had been. He could never realize how close you were to letting him get what he wanted.

"Can I take this off now?" you asked, hands already at the clasp and waiting.

"Hold on juuust a second... finishing up data collection. Every bit helps us out." Aloe's attention was absorbed by his phone, furiously tapping away at the screen while you waited. You couldn't wait to be normal again, even if it meant you'd lose all those feel-good thoughts.

You wanted out of this goddamned collar.

And then you didn't.

You squint your eyes, suddenly confused. There was something you were thinking about. It just slipped your mind. What was it?

"Ready to head out?" Aloe asked, crashing down through your focus.

You blink a bit, looking at your friend uncertainly. "...Head out? Why? Weren't we just getting started?"

Aloe's smile grew even larger. "Haha--well, if you insist! We can keep going as long as you want!"

You were fine with that. More than fine, actually. You were perfectly happy to help your friend test the collar out for however long he needed. You weren't in any hurry, having nowhere to be and nothing to do--at least, nothing you could remember needing to do.

There was something lingering between your ears, muddied and distant, buzzing around like an elusive fly. You were having a concerningly hard time figuring out what the buzzing annoyance was.

"Alright, so far we've messed with your sight. Let's move to the next two senses: touch and smell. But what should we test with..." Aloe tapped his foot paw, claws clicking on the tile, as he hummed in thought--he was doing a poor job of convincing you he was putting any thought into his choice. You knew exactly what he was going to suggest.

"I know! How about... me?"

And no one was surprised.

You raised an eyebrow at him anyways. "You?"

"Yeah! Me!" Aloe pressed a hand to his chest. "A perfect specimen for the test, if I say so myself."

"I have to disagree."

The skunk ignored your quip to instead type away at his phone's keypad once again. Satisfied with whatever he was planning, Aloe stuck out one hand towards me. "Alright, rub my arm."

"What? Like a massage?"

"No dummy--feel my fur."

"Uhh, okay," you answered. The skunk watched intently as you took his arm into both your hands and began rubbing up and down his black fluff. His fur wasn't short but also not much longer than yours, enough to barely cover your fingers. You felt his forearm muscles beneath his fur, small like the rest of the skunk. "What am I doing this for?"

"Just think about how I feel--better yet, say what you're feeling~"

Your ears tilted back a tiny bit while you try to cough up enough bravery that had lodged in the back of your throat.

"Uhm... feels soft and--and fluffy. It feels like fur."

"...and? Anything else?"

"What else is there to say?" you asked.

"Fair enough. You can let go now," Aloe said. As soon as you let go, he tapped once on his phone's screen. "Alright, remember how it felt before. Think about it... now feel again."

You knew there would be untold consequences of touching his arm again. Just like when you looked at the mirror, something would take hold of you. The collar would take hold of you. And this time, it wasn't going to warp feelings about yourself; it would influence your thoughts about Aloe, your long-time friend.

Did you want to let this keep going? But the question already answered: You wanted to give in to his advances. You were drawn to the idea of giving in to the collar's control--giving in to the skunk's control. You wanted this.

The buzzing was so loud, so annoying. What was bothering you so badly?

You held onto the thought of his soft fur gliding through your fingers and the warmth of his skin on your pads. You reached out to feel again.

It was like a surge of electricity shot up through your hands and arms. His fur was so soft, like silk tickling your fingers. It felt so good--and didn't stop feeling good. Like scratching an itch you didn't know you had. You wanted to feel every inch of his fur. You would've sat here for hours just rubbing your fingers up and down his arm, caressing along the muscular form underneath.

You were stopped by a hand around your wrist.

"There's more to me than my arm..."

You understood what he meant. There were plenty of spots to rub on the skunk: over his slender shoulders, around his poofy neck. The shorter, black and white fur surrounding his face and running along his snout looked tantalizing. But Aloe wanted you to go lower, guiding your hands and attention to the top of his waist. Letting go of your wrist, he pulled up the bottom of his shirt, exposing his white midriff to your drooling gaze.

"Go ahead and touch all you like," said Aloe.

You wasted no time following your friend's commands. You dug all ten fingers into each side of his narrow stomach, and immediately the electric tingles rushed back through your muscles. His belly fur felt amazing.

It was such a magnificent sensation, almost causing you to feel guilty, like you were using the skunk's body for your own pleasure. That was obviously not the case, judging from Aloe's glazed over eyes. He was loving this as much as you were. The soothing rush of your hand running over his tiny love handles, kneading into his skin with your thumbs.

Two hands grabbed at your bent shoulders and forced them down. You bent lower and lower, and still the hands pressed, bringing you down to your knees. Your eyes were now level with his navel. He quit pushing, satisfied with your new place. You were also happy--more access to his fur was something you weren't going to complain about. His belly looked so inviting, how could you complain? It just made you want to...

...Made you want to stuff your face deep into his adorable tummy.

"Oh! Oh~ Mmm, that's a good boy," said Aloe from above. He'd obviously not expected you to rub your snout in his fur. You were weirdly giddy about catching the skunk off guard. "That's it, rub your face all over. Ahh, yeah... just like that."

He couldn't be feeling anything close to what you were. You were in your own little, fluff-filled heaven. A field of never-ending fuzz. Crashing waves of fur across your cheeks, tickling your nose delightfully.

Maybe it was because of the collar, but there was something else tickling your nose... the scent of a skunk.

It was a scent you knew very well. For months it clung to your bed, your clothes, your body... and you didn't mind it, much like you didn't mind it now. In fact, you were wanting more of it. You deeply inhaled your friend's musk.

Oh yeah, that's the good stuff.

You wouldn't mind using the skunk's belly as your pillow. That sounded like the perfect nap to you: snuggled up between Aloe's legs, head resting across his tummy. Only, you'd never be able to fall asleep, not with the raging hard-on poking out of your sheath--just like it was now.

Your friend undoubtedly would've noticed by now. It was impossible not to notice the red rocket bobbing between your legs. Without touching or looking, you knew your cock was already drooling pre. Each tingling pulse down your shaft meant a little more cum seeped out. Once there was too much occupying the tip of your dick, the sticky fluid dripped down in one long strand, falling onto and making a mess of the lab's clean floor.

Was your erection influenced by the collar? You weren't sure. Only Aloe would know that. He was the collar's maker. He was the collar's owner.

He was your owner.

The buzzing was quieting now, just in the most distant of your thoughts. Whatever you had forgotten, it didn't matter now. Only pleasing your owner mattered.

Aloe was more than pleased. "You're doing a wonderful job down there; I think it's time to reward your good behavior. How about we fine tune your sense of smell?"

You didn't bother answering your owner, too occupied in your lusting over his body, not that he was looking for your consent. Clicking claws on glass tantalized your ears, and then something changed. It was an immediate and stark difference. No longer was there the scent of skunk being drawn into your lungs. Something sweeter and more inviting was wafting off the skunk's fur: a warm, vanilla scented aroma.

"I've always liked the smell of sugar cookies--oohhh, especially ones with cinnamon." Another few taps, and your nose was greeted with the spice of cinnamon. "What do you think? You like it?"

You considered the spiced fragrance emanating from your friend. The cinnamon teasing your tastebuds, the toasted sugar building up saliva in your mouth. But it was all wrong. It was too sweet. It was too comfortable.

It wasn't what a skunk should smell like. You missed his musk assaulting your every breath. You missed that sulfuric odor, overpoweringly potent, a smell only your skunk friend could produce. It was the scent of your owner.

"No," you said, lifting you snout up to look at your owner's face above. "Change it back."

"Oh, you don't like sugar cookies? We can change it to something else... You always liked the smell of campfires, I could--"

"No. Change it back to your scent."

"My scent? You prefer my skunk funk?"

You bashfully nod.

Aloe was taken aback. "Oh. Uhm--Fuck~" It was nice to see him flustered for once. "You're so fucking cute, you know that? Hehe, I never knew my good boy was so in love with my stink. Don't worry, there's plenty more to come."

With a few taps on his phone, you were again surrounded in the toxic odor of your owner's natural musk. You took a long whiff, drawing in the strong odor, wanting to hold onto that scent forever. It was the scent of your owner, and it was wonderful. You wanted to rub that intoxicating smell into your own fur, to always smell like him. First one cheek, then the other, and back to the first, up and down his fluffy stomach. You wanted more, and your nose knew where you wanted to go.

With the tip of your snout poking at the bulge inside his shorts, you slipped your thumbs inside the fabric lining, starting to pull down on each side of his hips. Your owner does not stop you. He does not resist your advances, and you suspect this was where he wanted you all along. There was no need to test the collar. There was no interest in showing off his new invention. His only goal had been you.

And now here you were, pulling down the skunk's pants far enough to see the base of his pink length, thick and wanting for your touch.

"Ahh~ good boy. You want my dick so badly... don't even have to use the collar to get you drooling for my cock."

So he hadn't done anything to make you want this. The collar wasn't doing this--you were. This was all you. You wanted him to feel good. You wanted to take his dick into your mouth, and at the end, swallowing his cum down into your belly.

You nestled your snout between his furred groin and the base of his shaft. All your senses were amplified tenfold--the warmth, the texture, the scent, all combined in a bouquet of senses that threatened to overload your mind. In fact, you weren't thinking anymore. You were driven only by instinctual desires to please your owner.

You yanked Aloe's shorts off his perky butt and get wacked under your chin by his freed cock. Without any further resistance, his shorts and underwear fall to the ground, finally out of your way. More heat and skunky odor drifted up to your head, teasing you with what's to come.

Aloe's fingers wrapped around each side of your muzzle. "Open up boy, time for your first taste."

You followed the skunk's guidance, being lifting away from his groin and positioned in front of his cock. The head of his shaft was close enough that you could stick out your tongue and touch it, so you did just that. Your pink tongue flicked along the tip of his shaft. You tasted his salty pre and only wanted more. Another lick, and another. Lapping over and over at his dick, coating it in your saliva, until you opened your maw enough to take him in.

"Oh, fuck yes~" Aloe moaned, guiding your muzzle down more of his shaft. He let go of your muzzle once you had most of his length inside, instead grasping onto both of your floppy ears. "Go on boy--suck me off like a good doggy."

Putting your tongue to work, you sloppily ran your hot maw up and down his penis. The taste was pure skunk: unfiltered, sweaty, and sulfurous. The scent you'd been living in was now coating your tongue. It was part revolting, part exciting. You dragged in more and more of that salty and rancid musk, swallowing down the skunk's flavor and asking for more. You pushed further down until your nose bumped his belly, and a little further still, until you were smothered by his fur while greedily suckling on his cock.

His balls weren't left out of the fun, either. You wouldn't dare neglect them, not when they were layered with more of your owner's putrid sweat. You drank in his nuts, reveling in the fact that you were being wholly tainted by his foulness.

You were marked. You were owned.

"Damn, I'm close boy..." The hands held strong at the base of your ears, claws digging into your skin. Ragged moans rang out above. His flesh pumped in and out of your maw with more and more ferocity. He was so close. You were so close to getting your reward...

"I'm--a-ah!"

You worked up and down his cock one more time before pulling back to his head, and just in time, too. The first spurt of jizz hit the roof of your mouth with a fiery intensity. And more came after--a lot more. Your owner must've been pent-up. Load after load of skunk ejaculate pooled on your tastebuds.

The flavor was potent, like the rest of the skunk, and you loved it all the same. The salt overloaded your senses, threatened to kick in your gag reflexes, but you wouldn't disappoint your owner. You would milk his prostate of all the semen it had. Aloe bucked at the teasing touch of your tongue on his sensitive tip, coaxing a few more drops until he was utterly spent and left gasping for breath.

"Unhh... good. Good boy."

You happily swallowed down your reward. Your tail was wagging behind you. Your ears were enjoying a message from Aloe's fingers. Your stomach was warmed by a helping of skunk semen. Life was good at that moment.

But even in that moment of quiet bliss, you were not satisfied. Your cock was still flying high below, a red spire that wanted so badly to feel his owner's touch. Your balls were so heavy--an hour of teasing would do that to you. You felt ready to burst. Would your owner allow you the satisfaction of release?

You back spasmed at the feeling of fur against your cock. Aloe's foot teased at your privates as he asked, "Does my good boy want something in return?"

You nodded vehemently, resorting to whines instead of words.

"What do you want? I need to hear you speak--to know how bad you want it."

"I--I want--ahh!" You're cut off by his paw lightly pressing down on your balls.

"No words. I want you to speak, boy."

You whimpered and you whined, but nothing would come of it unless you speak for your owner.

You barked softly.

"Louder."

You barked out clearly, your voice ringing in the lab room.

"Good boy, was that so hard?" His paw retreated from your groin, moving up to your chest, pushing hard enough to topple you onto your back. Stepping over your chest, Aloe looked down the length of his body to stare directly into your eyes. He looked good on top of you. It felt right.

He doesn't keep you waiting; stepping one foot over your chest, and then the other, he flipped his body around until your staring at his backside, fluffy tail and all.

"Command begin. I want to eat out my friend's asshole like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Command end."

Oh fuck.

You hardly had any time to consider the newest command. Two round cheeks were already beginning their descent towards your face, tail raised out of the way, and on the way down, his puckered asshole comes into view, looking so inviting...

You are readied and waiting when his ass meets your face. His taint came to a rest on your snout, practically inviting you to begin your ravaging of his rear end. Your tongue greeted his hole with a gusto you'd never had before for anything in your life. Slurping, sucking, pressing deeper. You wanted to taste everything. Tongue probing deeper, nose trying to push through as well. You wanted him to ride your face hard.

No smells had come close to the strength of what battered your nostrils now. You were getting the skunk's sulfuric aroma straight from the source. His anal glands were going to leave you as repulsive to be around as your dorm room had been. Even worse, actually. Nothing compared to this awful stench.

You loved it.

Others might call you a masochist, but there was something alluring--no, madly seducing--about the skunk's odor. It was bombarding in all the right ways for you. It stung your throat, it singed your fur... and yet, despite the repulsiveness of it all, it was the spice of life for you.

The thought of his stench marking you for days or even weeks was a massive turn on in itself. People wouldn't come near you. They'd know exactly where your face had been seated--or used as a seat. But you wouldn't care what others thought; it was a badge you'd proudly wear. You would gladly be Aloe's seat whenever he asked.

"Doing alright back there? Not too much for you?"

You gasped in another lungful of tainted air to moan out your bliss, hips bucking in the air and continuing to shake your tail across the tile floor. Apparently satisfied with your nonverbal answer, Aloe gets to work above you. When a furred finger touched against the tip of your canine cock, you leaned into it desperately. You so badly needed to be jacked off. You so badly needed to cum.

It took all your restraint not to blow your load as soon as his hand gave a first stroke down your length.

Constantly humming into the asshole pressed down on you, you taste and smell your owner's bowels while receiving pleasure in return. Aloe was getting into a rhythm above, pumping up and down your shaft at a slow and steady pace. The feeling of his pads running up and down your sensitive flesh was divine, something that would never be matched by your own hand.

Something hot and wet swept across the tip of your cock. The sensation caused you to jump out of your blissful, ass-filled stupor. You realized that Aloe had shifted forward enough to be laying belly-down across your chest. Close enough for his head to be right over your groin. Close enough for him to stick his tongue out and, if he wanted to...

Oh fuck yes!

Your owner was tasting your cock! The shivers up your spine were dictated by the skunk's rhythm--up and down, up and down, slobbering all over your canine prick. Pulling your shaft into his steaming maw, all the way to your base and then back to the top, suckling on your sensitive tip before repeating the steps all over again.

With how long you'd been edged, you weren't going to last long; you'd be lucky to last another minute.

Another minute of being trapped underneath the skunk's rear. Another minute of his anal glands flooding your senses. Another minute of breathing in tainted air. Another minute of his tongue working its magic around your cock. You wouldn't make it another minute...

You drove your snout deep between the skunk's cheeks to suffocate one last time on his stench before your climax hit you like a truck. Your dick spasmed and shot out like a geyser. Your owner greedily took all of your seed into his mouth and down his throat with multiple, audibly wet gulps. Your body trembled underneath the skunk's control, his mouth goading you into further shudders and releases, until finally your reservoir is dried up and your stamina is drained.

The skunk's mouth lingered a little longer around your spent dick, just enjoying the lingering warmth of your meat softening by the feel of it. He was generous enough not to tease you any longer, which you were grateful for. With your dick beginning to back away into its sheath home, Aloe lifted his ass off and away from your head. You didn't want that. Without his bulbous cheeks and wrinkled hole pressing on top of your face, you felt empty. There was still so much more to explore, to taste, to enjoy.

You began to protest, taking a moment to find your voice. "Wait... more, please..."

The skunk ignored your whispered pleas, now busy with the phone in his hands. "Hold on, just a sec--aaaand... there. Reset complete." He looked back down to me curiously. "How do you feel?"

"I--uhh. Urgh..." I faltered my response as a wave of different feelings I was having suddenly crumbled, caved in, and washed away. They were still there, but only as remnants. The urge to eat out Aloe's ass like it was your one and only purpose in life began to fade. The urge to touch all over Aloe's body was no longer so persistent.

The buzzing was still there--only, it wasn't buzzing anymore. The white noise had cleared. You understood it now. It was a voice, your voice, calling out a warning, sounding out the alarms. Calling out for you to stop what you were doing, only it was too late. It was already done.

How did you feel?

You were tricked--could you call this another prank?

You mind was fooled, influenced by the collar, deceived by your friend. You hadn't come here to smell the skunk's fetid stench. Never would you have agreed to swallow down his cum, or rim out his asshole, or rub his glands into your fur.

There was no escaping the smell even now. It was like he was still here, his weighty rear parked on your snout, bathing you in his pheromones. It was so strong. It was suddenly all you could concentrate on. Your horniness was sedated, but your senses were still wide awake. No, more than awake--raw, run through the ringer, your nose going through the absolute worst of it.

Yeah, you felt like shit...

...And you'd do it all over again if you had the choice.

Aloe was still staring concerningly down at your face. You waved a lazy thumbs up.

"Oh good... I was worried I broke you, hah." His smile held a slight grimace at the corners of his lips. "I definitely did a number on you... gonna need some major aftercare to get you back to normal. I've got some shampoo in my backpack to wash the worst of it off."

"But not all of it?" you asked.

"Sorry dude--no such cure. Your face is gonna be stuck with my spray for a while."

"Good."

"...Good?"

"Yeah. I don't mind a little stink from my favorite skunk."

Aloe looked away to hide his dorky smile. "Uh, yeah, okay. Good."

He reached out a hand to you, and you clasp it in your own. You're yanked from the ground, yanked back into the real world, a world where you stood naked in the middle of a small university lab.

You took a look around the room. Brought here for a small test; a quick in and out, that was all he'd told you. It had been anything but quick--and his cock and ass had been plenty big enough for you to enjoy. Never in your wildest dreams could you have played out the events that just unfolded.

All because of one accessory adorned around your neck.

Wow.

Your hand touched the leather strap, admiring yourself and the collar in the mirror again. Most likely it would need some thorough cleaning--probably stained with you and your friend's fluids both. Just a simple looking collar otherwise, adorned with six inconspicuous crystals. It was incredible. You wouldn't mind giving it another go sometime soon.

You smiled at your reflection. The look was starting to grow on you--and that wasn't the collar talking anymore.

"Hey Aloe... when could I give this thing another try? Just to test it out a little more--never got to try it out on my sense of hearing and taste. If that's alright with you, I mean..."

"Permanent command begin..."

You are startled from your confession by his words, even more startled when you registered what he said. But more than anything, you were excited to hear what your owner had planned for you.

"...I will not remove this collar unless my owner allows me to. I will be a good boy and take good care of my owner's collar. I will wear my collar proudly for all to see my ownership. Permanent command end."

"Unhh~ holy shit..." You were frozen stiff to the floor by his words. Commanded to wear the collar all day, every day, only allowed to remove it when your owner said so. Commanded to be his good boy, forever.

"Not finished yet. Confirmation is needed to enable the command." He holds the phone out in front of him, facing towards you. On the screen is the same page of rotating words, one after another, words that would seal your fate.

Your heartbeat pounded to the timing of the words on the screen. "...Are you sure? Don't you need the collar for testing?"

"We wouldn't be messing around if it were the only one," Aloe replied. "If you want it, this collar can be yours and yours only... Is this what you really want?"

Was this what you really wanted? Were you wanting to be tethered to his control?

Were you willing to become his pet forever?

Did you wish for him to be your owner forever?

...

...

...Yoga.

Beachside.

Founder.

Watching.

Hound.

Search.

Tracked.

Tundra.

Owner.

Forever.