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[center][i]On the eighth day of TFMas Kaevon gave to me,

Eight puppies whining

Seven udders flowing

Six orcas swimming

Five bondage rings!

Four mushing huskies

Three squawking birbs

Two yipping kobolds

And a werewolf who is knotty![/i][/center]

Decorating the house is always one of the best parts of the holidays. :iconluke32: made it a tradition to go above and beyond with the decorating, and they even bought some new supplies this year! Weirdly enough, it included a lot of peppermint colored decorations. So many…spirals. Spinning…twirling…the colors…so…beautiful…

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“No such thing as too many Christmas decorations!"

Trysten idly hummed to himself as he organized all the new decorations he'd bought that afternoon, combining them with his already impressive collection to take a general stock of what he had. Previous years saw him mostly buying lights and garland…not that there was anything wrong with that, but he felt somewhat of an obligation to expand what he used to ring in the holiday season. Typically, Trysten tried to keep things fairly controlled: Red, green, and white lights, green garland, wreathes with red bows…nothing too complicated. But he quickly realized this year that something was missing. The colors of the season were all present, but there was absolutely nothing peppermint themed up on his walls, his tree…nowhere! That immediately needed to be remedied, and Trysten made sure to buy as much peppermint themed decor as he could find.

As he opened the box holding all of his new purchases, it took some careful handling of the small wrapped circles before he'd unpacked all of them. With every minute that passed, Trysten unwrapped another one of the delicate, beautifully crafted ornaments. He took a moment to admire one of them, holding it just under his nose as he could actually see his rainbow mohawk reflecting off the surface. Running a finger along it, the fine glitter gently rubbed off before twinkling in the air and disappearing. The sight made Trysten smile, sighing softly before sitting down and holding the ornament like a dear memento. “I can't believe I was fortunate enough to find these! And so cheap, too. The seller was practically giving them away." It was a strange encounter to be sure, but the annual holiday market always attracted some unique individuals. This year just so happened to be the year that a man was selling his wares for unbelievable rates.

Trysten continued to unwrap the ornaments, taking note of all the different shapes and sizes they came in. Some were almost as big as his face! Others were roughly the size of the tip of his thumb. But each of them had that same signature peppermint swirl to them, reflecting light as the glass and glitter made soft twinkles dance in his eyes. It was like he was experiencing the magic of Christmas for the first time all over again! He couldn't take his eyes off of them, letting out a long, contented sigh as he hung the first one up on the tree. As he stood back and watched the colored lights along the tree reflect in the white and red swirls, he rested his hands on his hips and gave himself a soft nod.

“Good!"

• G o o d . -

He blinked. His head turned around as Trysten swore he heard something. His attention immediately went to the tv, thinking that he'd left it on. But no…he hadn't touched it since he got home. “What the…" Nothing was turned on in his apartment. He even took his phone out of his shorts to make sure he didn't click on a video accidentally or something. But…no. Nothing was turned on. It took him a moment to try and figure out if he was hallucinating…but maybe he just imagined it. After all, he'd been out shopping for a lot of the day. Maybe he just needed some water. A quick rub of his temples while shaking his head brought him out of that strange moment of confusion before he walked over to the kitchen and did his best to hydrate. It took some of the edge off, his thoughts calming down a bit as he let out a contented sigh.

“Alright, that's better! Now then, back to hanging up ornaments." That was how he was relaxing, after all. More decorating! The month was halfway over, and Trysten had to get moving. Now that he was done imagining voices, he could go back to hanging up more of those peppermint ornaments. As he walked back to the room with a newly filled glass of water, he set it down on the table and picked up another of the ornaments. This one was larger, roughly the size of his fist as the lights were already twinkling and glittering off of the sheer surface. Trysten couldn't help but watch it, the red and white swirls reflecting off his glasses as he got lost in the glimmer. “So…beautiful." His voice was soft, speaking to himself in a hushed tone as his thoughts started to wander. He couldn't take his eyes off it, feeling the seconds tick by as he hummed softly to himself.

At least two full minutes passed by before Trysten blinked repeatedly, shifting backwards as he could feel the room starting to spin just a touch. He moved a hand to the side of his head, scratching at it softly before moving to the back of an ear. “Mmh…that kinda…feels really nice." He rumbled, spacing out a bit longer as he felt his nails itching his hair in just the right way. They felt a bit sharper than he remembered…he'd have to cut them soon, but that was for later. For now, he had to bring his attention back to the tree before hanging that second peppermint ornament up with a quiet sigh.

• P e r f e c t . -

He thought to himself. Or…he thought he thought it to himself? It didn't fully sound like his internal voice, but…who else could it be? He already checked to make sure there was no one there. There was no one else in the apartment with him…but he still swore it was coming from somewhere else. Almost as if trying to distract himself from the strange and intrusive thoughts, Trysten went back to what he was doing to try and stay occupied. That Christmas tree became the sole object of his attention, biting down on his lip as he knew he was nervous. And yet, he didn't physically FEEL nervous. A bit uncomfortable, yes, but not worried. It was almost like his body was in an almost zen-like state of calm as he picked up yet another one of those peppermint ornaments and hung it on one of the bottom branches. His hands hovered just in front of the ornament as it danced calmly in the air, hanging delicately from the tree as more of the sparkling lights reflected off of its swirls.

Trysten blinked once or twice, wanting to look away from the ornament but finding it increasingly difficult as more time went on. His whole body slumped on the floor, shoulders relaxing as his gaze softened ever so slightly. He just sat there watching the ornament. Letting those swirls reflect in his eyes. Letting the lights twinkle in his glasses. Rumbling softly as he let his tongue hang out over his lip in a slight pant, obsessed with the glass decoration which was far too fascinating to ignore. His thoughts were spinning ever so slightly, Trysten fully distracted before another soft voice whispered in the back of his mind. - T h a t ' s . . . m y . . . g o o d . . . -

He blinked repeatedly and shook his head, looking around with a few soft huffs of breath in an attempt to understand what was going on. His hands rubbed all over his neck and behind his head, trying to make sure he was awake as the past minute or so felt like he was drifting off into a dream-like state. And…he swore he heard that voice again. Was he just really tired? Or maybe still really dehydrated? Another quick drink of water attempted to solve part of the problem, going back to hanging up the ornaments as one after the other was put on the tree. There wasn't anything else strange that happened. Rather, Trysten fell into a sort of rhythm. The ornaments all seemed to twinkle and sparkle as if in time with one another, the lights all glimmering as Trysten's thoughts went quiet. He didn't know what to think about it because he didn't know what to think at all. He was on autopilot at this point, watching the lights get more intense one after the other as the tree was filled to the brim with round, sparkling, peppermint beacons of light.

Trysten went to reach for another, but his hand only found air. It took him another couple of moments to register that he was out of ornaments, hand still awkwardly grasping for another as his head stayed trained on the tree. He couldn't look away from it…staring and blinking idly as his eyes lazily moved from one swirling ornament to the next. He lost track of how long he was sitting there. He didn't care how long he was sitting there. There was something strangely enchanting, almost entrancing about the ornaments that made him feel so comfortable. So warm. So relaxed. So…pliant. His eyes lidded, arms slowly falling to his sides as his hands went limp on the ground. His head bobbed up and down as a soft shiver ran through his spine, making him whimper softly in a tone he'd never made before.

• …Can…you…hear me…Trysten…-

That voice.

Trysten had heard it before.

He didn't bother looking around the apartment anymore, knowing that there was no point. He didn't even bother questioning where the voice came from. All that mattered was that his head slowly bobbed up and down in an almost half-hearted nod, grumbling as his breath came in and out in slow, labored pants. The peppermint swirls continued to dance around in his glasses, Trysten almost seeing the images of red and white spirals in the back of his mind as they burned into his subconscious. Even when he blinked, those swirls were still there. Following him. Watching him. Comforting him.

• Good. That's…my…good boy…-

Those words. Something about them made Trysten's heart skip a beat, his smile widen, his body shift. A low, soft whimper escaped from the back of his throat as he continued watching the ornaments intently and obediently.

• You…feel good…don't you. -

It wasn't a question. It was a fact. Trysten -did- feel good. Not just good, but wonderful. Another shiver rushed up his spine as he nodded repeatedly, body feeling like it was sluggish and lazy while he sank lower to the ground. Literally. His tanktop was hanging off of his body, shorts looking a size or two too large as his jaw hung slack in the air. His tongue hung out further over his lip, panting while it slowly got larger. Flatter. Wetter. But he didn't notice. All he could do was keep looking at those ornaments as soft, quiet whimpers escaped from the back of his throat. The warmth was shifting, too. It started as a nice tingling feeling but quickly escalated to an impossible to ignore heat. It filled his body, starting at his core and quickly moving down further. And further. And further. It stopped between his legs, concentrating on one notable area as Trysten shifted around with another soft whimper. He scratched at his neck absent-mindedly, claws feeling longer as his fingers brushed up against something that felt like…nylon? It was a green and red ring, wrapped tight around his neck with a tag jingling in the front as he hadn't noticed the red and white mist pooling around his body.

• Go on…touch yourself. -

There was no need for a second urging, Trysten reaching past his loose shorts and jock to grab at the base of his shaft with a heavy shiver and moan. It felt smaller than usual…but certainly harder. Stiffer. Hotter. Even as he stroked at a soft ring of hair along the base, he couldn't take his mind off of how wonderful it felt. His hand explored every inch of himself, rubbing up the tapering tip before his thumb lost its grip on his length. He tried to grab it again, but his thumb wouldn't cooperate. His whole hand wouldn't cooperate. It felt awkward. Inflexible. Almost…inhuman. But those thoughts didn't matter. All that mattered was his stiff need was throbbing in his pants, barely pitching a tent as his body shrank down smaller and smaller within his clothes.

• There's my…good boy. My very. Good. Boy. -

The words just made him more aroused. He shivered again as the heat exploded in his body, filling him with more pleasure than he'd ever felt in his life. He could feel the excitement too, his legs shifting around as he struggled to stay in an upright position while a pressure at the back of his spine started twitching back and forth eagerly. Like he was happy. Like he had a tail. It pressed up against his tank top, Trysten's whole body overshadowed by his clothing as a thin layer of fur began growing along his body. His tongue grew out more as his head shrank down, ears shifting up into points and jaw pressing out into the air. His eyes were glazed over, reflecting the raw pleasure he felt as those red and white spirals took over his vision. He desperately tried to reach between his legs, shoulders having moved back further while his arms shrank down and refused to bend in the correct orientation. At least…the correct orientation for a human.

• Such a good dog. My good pet pup. -

Every word spoken to him brought another pulse of need rushing through his body, his new canine shaft begging for attention as his shifting paws curled in front of his body. He couldn't stop shaking, more of his new muzzle growing out as his nose turned a deep black and his eyes shifted slightly to the sides of the growing bridge. The pants were coming out heavier and heavier as he fell onto his back, letting out a soft yip as he wiggled around and worked his way out of his clothes. His belly arched into the air, spine reshaping as the tail wagged and flicked faster and faster the longer it got. The tan fur spreading along his waist and sides grew in thicker and more uniform while his waist reshaped with that thick need leaking and twitching in front of him. He desperately tried to move his paws down to his cock, whimpering and whining as he wanted nothing more than to stroke himself off…but finding his body wouldn't cooperate. Even as his legs reformed. Even as his hips reshaped. Even as his rainbow mohawk faded for more of that uniform tan fur. He couldn't be bothered with the changes. He just wanted to keep watching those ornaments while his lust got worse and worse to manage.

And he needed more.

• Who's my good pup? - The disembodied voice continued to speak down to him, tone getting more and more dominant as the mist grew thicker in his apartment. It rolled over his clothes, all of them disappearing from sight before they vanished completely from the strange cloud emanating from Trysten's body. - Who's my good, obedient, horny pup? - As if on command, Trysten let out a high pitched bark as more of the fur spread down his cheeks, his neck, his chest…everywhere. He was a fraction of his previous size, body looking thin and compact as his legs almost looked brittle. The tan fur was complimented by his large black eyes while his legs spread out to the sides with his hind paws twitching and angling away from him. He couldn't stop his hips from bucking into the air as more of his pre dripped down that aching red cock and pooled onto his belly. And that puddle just kept getting thicker and thicker until a new sensation took Trysten's attention very suddenly.

A soft metallic clicking broke his trance-like state momentarily before he felt a firm tug along the back of his neck, a leash having appeared out of thin air as a white furred paw grasped it. Trysten's eyes tried to track where the paw came from, but it just disappeared into that red and white mist as another paw pressed between his legs and gave his growing knot a sudden tug. His whole body shook, whimpering and whining as his body took on its final shape as a pet chihuahua lying down on the floor. There was so little of Trysten left, the fur finishing up as three black lines formed in a parallel pattern along his chest. They pointed down toward his shaft as they shifted into chevrons and that paw continued to tug and grope at his shaft. - You're my pup now. My horny, needy, dripping pup. Right? - There wasn't even an urge to speak, because pups couldn't speak. And they wouldn't dare to disobey their master. Instead, there was an eager and loud bark to confirm as the stroking along his length got faster.

• That's right. And you want to be a good pup for your master, don't you. - Another bark, this one louder and faster as that phantom white paw grasped behind his knot. - Beg for me, pup. - But he didn't even have to ask. Trysten was already begging and whining for more as he could think of nothing greater than obeying his master's commands. He wanted to be a horny pup. He wanted to follow his master's words. He wanted to please his master in whatever ways he could. And at the moment, that meant giving in to his new body, his new instincts, his new urges. His thoughts had fully shifted toward that of obedience and lust, humping as best he could into that paw as it wrapped tightly around the shaft behind his knot. - Such a good pup! That's my good boy. And…good pups deserve treats. -

Trysten didn't even have time to react as the paw suddenly tugged up on his knot over and over again, simulating a tie and driving Trysten's body absolutely wild with pleasure. He ground his new fangs together, taking in a deep breath before letting out an aching, moaning, whimpering howl. His shaft pulsed one last time before a jet of his climax shot out above his head, that leash being yanked forward as the stream shot straight onto Trysten's muzzle. He couldn't stop himself, continuing to howl and cry out like a needy pup in heat as his hips bucked and body shook. His climax was the hardest, most intense pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. More and more of his seed pulsed out of his length and painted his body, matting his new fur as the new pet Chihuahua shook and moaned and gasped for breath. He lost track of the time, hardly caring as that mist swirled and pooled under Trysten's body. It was practically glowing as Trysten's eyes rolled up and he rode out that climax for as long as he could.

Time seemed to pause as Trysten's body was overwhelmed with pleasure. Even as his climax faded out to nothing, he just laid there with a new leash and collar hanging limp beside him. The mist faded. The peppermint ornaments stopped twirling. And Trysten was essentially gone. All that was left was a small toy dog with a raging hard-on covered in his own cum. And he loved it. His thoughts were far simpler, a red and white haze as he panted and struggled to catch his breath. The rest of the apartment was silent. It was just him. Him and his new leash and collar. And yet, not much more time passed before there was a knock on the door. A low and familiar voice snickered as the sound of tapping claws could be heard walking into the room, stopping as a set of white paws stood just in front of the Chihuahua stuck in the throes of his afterglow.

“Heh…there's my good pup. Come now. Time to go home with your master~"

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