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This is a commission for Balloonpup and a continuation of the storyline of Echo and Patch

Echo and Patch belong to Pop the Balloon Pup

This story involves adult scenarios with non-anthros

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Patch woke up mostly submerged in a mound of silver. The mound changed shape and formed the head of a greyhound, "Mmmm... Morning, Patch." Echo rippled his form around the Dalmatian gently as he let the pup out, reforming into his greyhound shape next to the smaller canine.

The Dalmatian pup smiled warmly, "Wow, you were really comfy, Echo."

Echo grinned, "I'm glad you thought so, Pup." The silvered canine stretched out and stood up, smiling, "I think I'll be wrapping you up as a bed every night."

"Really and Truly?" The pup looked to the elder, shinier, dog.

"Really and Truly." Echo chuckled and nuzzled over Patch affectionately. "So, was there anything you wanted to do today?"

Patch sat down and happily wagged his tail, even as he started wracking his puppy brain. He suddenly perked, "That bottle!"

Echo canted his head to one side, "Bottle?"

"The one in your story!" Yipped the enthusiastic pup. "Where'd it come from?"

This halted the greyhound for a moment. "T-the bottle had no label when I ate it." He closed his eyes, trying to envision the first time he saw the bottle, but his time before shiny was a good deal blurrier than his time after. "It came in a crate, made of wood. My owners had to pry it open..."

"Well, what if there's more of it?" Patch asked innocently.

Echo's eyes widened and his surface rippled as if a stone had been thrown into him somewhere on his left flank and he was made of water.

The Dalmatian pup canted his head to one side, "Echo...? Are you alright?"

"I must know. Climb into my back, Pup, this will be a long trip." The silver Greyhound commanded.

The Dal found this odd, and thought Echo meant "onto" until he tried that. The silver surface of the greyhound pulled at the pup, wrapping around him and drawing him into the shiny back until just his head was outside. Patch yipped softly in surprise, but he relaxed, since Echo was very comfortable like this.

Echo stretched out a bit, then trotted down and out of the house he had claimed for his own, out onto the street. "Now relax, Patch. I'm gonna show you how quick quicksilver is..." Echo began to run, his form flexing and working, and somehow keeping his passenger still, snug, and comfortable.

Patch watched the world become a blur streaking by, eyes wide as they traveled city colors being replaced by suburban colors, before the colors streaming by were desert colors. They were out of the city now. Echo rushed through traffic, avoiding trucks and cars as he went, and Patch felt the silverness holding him gently wrap around his head, to fold his ears down, as the air rushing around him had caused them to flap about quite loudly.

Patch's head was also gently eased down until just his eyes were outside of the silverness, and he heard Echo's voice in his ears. "Why don't you get some sleep, Pup? It's a long way to go still..."

The dal pup nodded as best he could, and Echo rippled, drawing him all the way into the peaceful comfort of the larger shiny's body.

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Patch awoke as Echo let him out gently onto a concrete floor. He looked around, and hundreds of empty cages. He perked and looked back at Echo, who had jumped up onto the table, looking carefully at the lid of the crate there. His eyes widened, "Oh wow! This is your old Kennel!"

Echo looked to Patch, expecting the pup to have still been asleep, "Yup yup." The Greyhound nodded to the smaller canine, "And now I'm reading where the bottle came from..."

Patch watched as Echo worked at reading the words, his face slightly changing shape as he did so, blending through the many sentient beings he had taken into himself. The greyhound didn't seem to notice this.

Patch padded around, sniffing at the air, smelling the aged musk of a hundred Dalmatians who had lived there before Echo was made what he was. He finished his explorations, and padded back over to the table, looking up at the silver hound. Echo smiled, his face returning to normal. "Do you got it?" Patch asked, head canted to one side.

Echo grinned and nodded, "Now be a good pup and get back inside me..." He pounced onto the Dalmatian, slurping his lips broadly. Patch squirmed in surprise as he was pinned and he felt something weird around his tail. He looked back and blushed as he saw that Echo's shaft was pulling his tail in. "Gonna have to teach you how to do this, lil Patch."

Patch blushed deeply, having never seen that sort of thing before, Looking up at Echo at his words. "Oh... I can't wait..." He looked back down as it took his rump and legs. He looked back up at the Greyhound.

Echo smiled warmly, "Ohh... You'll love this, pup..." As he spoke he humped forwards, yipping with the pleasure of tucking the Dalmatian away into his loins. His shaft rippled and drew the little canine deeper.

The Dalmatian felt his tail and feet starting to curl around inside the big silver hound. He pushed his forepaws against the cumslit gently, still a little confused as to how the member was taking him in. He yipped softly in surprise as Echo's shaft clamped over his paws.

The cock drew his upper half and forelimbs drawn deeper into itself, his flanks entering Echo's body proper. Echo panted, silver preseed coating the smaller dog as he felt his slit relax and contract around Patch's neck gently.

Patch wriggled, blushing softly as just his head hung outside, then that too was slurped up. He slid along the shaft and into Echo's body and was curled up in the large Greyhound's blissful warmth. He nuzzled around weakly, the rippling feeling caressing him and soothing him. He soon started falling asleep again.

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The pup opened his eyes and looked around. He was in what looked to be a factory after hours, hundreds of bottles lined up on a conveyer belt nearby, ready for the next day's bottling. It wasn't a very large factory, and it didn't look very maintained, but there was no dust on the bottles, so it must have still been in operation. Patch finally spotted where Echo was, and watched.

Echo was sneaking up behind a security guard happily, before he leapt up, his whole form changing shape and enveloping the guard before he knew what was going on. Echo reformed with a big belly and trotted over to the little Dal, "Ah, you're awake."

Patch smiled softly, "Is this the place?"

Echo nodded, "From what I'm getting out of this guard, yes. And If I'm not mistaken, there's a technician around here somewhere..."

"But where are we?" Patch wondered, having been asleep throughout the trip.

Echo looked a little sheepish, "A supposedly condemned building a few blocks from my home. Apparently the silver stuff is illegal for some reason."

Patch nodded. Now that he thought about it, he didn't think what his creators were doing to him and the other puppies would have been allowed if anyone found out...

"Shhh, this way." Echo corralled Patch out of the open to a more secluded corner, and the Dalmatian noticed that the bulge of the guard was mostly gone now. As they hid, the Technician Echo had earlier alluded to walked through the spot that they had been before.

Patch sat down and watched as Echo started to stalk the feline scientist. The cat walked over to a giant tank, like the ones found in distilleries, and filled a small cup with something silver and shiny.

Echo barked loudly right behind the feline. The technician jumped about a foot in the air and the glass went flying. The silver hound leapt and caught it in his maw, swallowing it all whole. When the feline looked, he saw a silver greyhound waggling his tail happily and panting.

"How'd you get out...? We sealed all the test chambers..." The feline backed away from the silver greyhound.

"Easy. I was never in." Echo grinned wide.

The feline screamed in terror, turned to run, and hit his head on the vat filled with the silver substance, and collapsed.

Echo giggled, "That was easier than I thought it would be. In you go..." He sat his rump down on the cat's feet, and felt them get wetly slurped in, partially shifting and partially stretching over his latest meal, his silver shaft growing hard from the feeling of taking a whole person up his rump. "Ohh, Patch, c'mere... I need something to thrust into."

Patch blushed softly, and padded over to Echo as the feline's knees slid in under his wagging tail. He looked up at Echo a little awkwardly, unsure of which way to slide under the bigger hound.

Echo smiled, "Gimme that cute lil rump of yours." He used his forelegs to position Patch under him, and thrust his slick shaft into the pup, "OOoohh... that's it..." He tugged the feline's hips into his rump, and Patch felt the weight of Echo's belly starting to pin him in place, the silver hound's paws returning to the ground on either side of him as he was mounted.

Patch panted softly, letting the bliss of being mounted wash through him, flexing his rump a little every once in a while, as he leaked slick white latex from his little black shaft. The pressure from Echo's belly above grew more and more, before he was forced to be flat on the ground, his limbs splayed out in all directions.

He heard the feline waking up, in the form of a couple groans, followed by a scream for help, which was cut off by a wet sounding gurgle and the belly atop him growing heavier. Patch squeaked and came against the ground below him, and Echo howled in dominance over the foolish scientist and his little pup, cumming hard into the little dal, filling his belly with silver.

Echo climbed off of Patch and nuzzled him affectionately, before using his nose to roll the lil dal pup onto his back. The silver hound grinned at the big belly he gave his pup, "Now to deal with this remaining silver..."

Patch watched as Echo reared and twisted the valve, before latching his maw around the nozzle. He started drinking deeply of the silver fluid, not letting a drop spill, and as he did so, his belly swelled. Then his belly flexed, and his limbs swelled and grew. Soon a rhythm was made of his belly filling and this bulk redistributing, keeping him more or less proportional, but making him grow.

Echo moaned as his form swelled with practically every gulp, the feeling making his canid shaft grow hard below him once more, leaking silver pre onto the ground. The puppy got up to his feet weakly as the silver ran along the ground, getting out of the path of its downhill spread, heading for the drains in the floor.

Patch rubbed his belly with a forepaw as he sat down at a tangent to the flow of the thick silvery pre. He gave a little belch and blushed, realizing that he was aroused again just from watching the display of the constantly growing hound. He started to hump a bit against his own belly, making soft squeaking sounds as he did so.

Echo thought that the process was talking too long, and so he bit down, and swallowed the nozzle, valve, and a good chunk of the side of the vat. Instantly the flow increased into a torrent of silver. He gulped harder, closing his eyes as he concentrated on gulping faster, his body growing constantly now, his belly staying swelled as it was harder for his system to compensate.

At the same time, his cock started to pour silver forth like a fire hydrant, the torrent rushing onto the ground and seeking out little Patch. The pup yipped in fright as the fluid silver seemed to form into hundreds of greyhounds running together, and they surrounded him. Patch waddled upright, trying to get away before his escape route was cut off, "Echo...?" He said worriedly.

The greyhounds grinned at Patch, all of them male and looking ready to rut. The pup saw that they didn't really have boundaries, their forms phasing easily through one another's as they closed in on him. Patch looked around, whimpering softly, before he let out a soft groan, a thick canine member shoving into his rump. He blushed, and before he could turn to look back, he had a cock in his mouth.

He started to suckle automatically, and he looked up, to see that although the cocks in his muzzle stayed the same, the Greyhounds shifted and moved about, changing positions. They would merge and separate, phase through each other, and grind against one another, depending on if they remembered they were separate or not.

He gave up trying to figure out what was going on when a muzzle, or was it two muzzles, started teasing over his loins. He humped weakly as he was mounted at both ends, sometimes by the same being, and prepared himself for his peak as he felt it rising within him.

He squealed around the cock in his muzzle, and the greyhounds started cumming into him and all over him. He whimpered softly as his belly swelled further, and he thought he felt a muzzle come out of one of the cocks. He looked up at Echo as he was being coated in silvery seed, and saw furs seeming to sweat out of his person, and his body could barely fit in the room. He was still drinking!

Echo perked suddenly, then looked to see all of the people who had slipped out of his form trying to run. He barked in a deep reverberation, and everything that had come out of him started to lose its solidity.

The last thing Patch saw before he passed out was Echo lunging and turning into a wave, apparently seeking to recapture his former meals.

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Patch awoke with his head peeking out of Echo's back. The greyhound grinned softly and let the Dalmatian pup slide out and stood. Patch dimly recognized the room they were in as Echo's home. He remembered the silver hound saying that it was near the factory.

Patch blinked as he realized that Echo was back to his normal size. The next thing he realized was that Echo's feet were flowing into the bed beneath them. Then he saw that the bed was silver! He jumped to his feet in surprise, and then looked around. The whole room was silver!

Echo chuckled, "The thing about being a flood made out of silver that changes things, is that you end up changing a lot."

Patch's eyes stayed wide, "You mean..." The pup looked around once more, "All of this is you?"

"Yup yup." Echo grinned, then leaned down to lick over Patch's neck.

Patch felt the tongue wrap all the way around his neck and merge with itself, before Echo pulled away, leaving the feeling there. Patch looked to the grinning silver hound, "W-What was that?"

Echo grinned, and flattened his side to form a big mirror, so Patch could see himself. There was a silver collar around his throat. Once he was sure Patch had seen his new accessory, he reshaped back to normal. "I hope you don't mind being my little Pup, Patch..."

Patch blushed and nuzzled up against Echo softly, "I-I don't mind..."

The silver hound grinned, "Good..." He slid down from the bed, rather than hopping, and Patch followed, his normal bouncy self. He perked as the window in that room stretched open, getting wider and wider, until the whole wall was open, and Patch could see the world beyond. His eyes widened and he padded to the edge. He looked down and what had been slums the day before was busy housing and productive workplaces. He looked around and saw shiny buildings where there had been squalor before. And everything his eyes landed on was silver.

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