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“You may as well just give up at this point. It's impossible to catch up."

Joe gripped his controller tightly, the plastic almost bending in his hands, as he concentrated on the game. He and his mate, Arlo, were playing Jeopardy, and even though he knew most of the answers, Arlo's quick trigger finger on the buzzer put him at a disadvantage. They were entering the final round, Arlo's $34,000 total absolutely dwarfing Joe's $13,000. The category came up: Disney Movies. It felt like the game was taunting him with a category in which he knew everything and his partner nothing. Still, they made their wagers in secret, Joe wagering everything because there was no point doing anything else, and continued to the question:

DISNEY'S TALE OF ROYAL INTRIGUE AND MURDER, IN ADDITION TO DRAWING FROM SHAKESPEARE'S HAMLET, ALSO BORROWED HEAVILY FROM THIS 1950'S MANGA SERIAL, BY OSAMU TEZUKA.

This was an easy one, and he was happy to see Arlo struggling with it, for once. He typed in his answer (Kimba the White Lion, of course) and waited for the timer to run out. The right answer popped onto the screen: Kimba the White Lion. His answer matched it, and he ended up with a total of $26,000. Then Arlo's answer: “I win :P", taking a wager of $7,999. He ended the game one dollar higher, just because he could. Arlo started laughing hysterically into his foe's fallen face. The commotion made Hunter, their German Shepherd mix, trot into the room and start sniffing at Joe to make sure everything was OK. For the moment, however, it wasn't.

“Wow, that was close at the end, wasn't it?"

Joe couldn't help but smile through his rage.

“Quiet, you."

“Sure thing. Right after you just admit that I'm better than you at this."

As Hunter nuzzled Joe's chest, Joe heard a slight crinkling of paper from the dog's mouth. Taking the paper from him, he unfolded it, seeing the note from the other day.

JOE

IF YOUR MATE EVER GIVES YOU A PROBLEM, TELL HIM HE IS A GOOD BOY.

-H

It was strange that Hunter had given him this reminder at the right moment, but at worst Arlo would be confused about what he meant, and there was nothing like trolling to remind him that he wasn't perfect.

“You know what? You're right. You are good at this. You're good at a lot of things."

“That's all I wanted to hear. I know it already, of course, but it's nice to hear you say it every now and then."

“In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that… um… you're a good boy."

Arlo's look of smug satisfaction vanished from his face. But it wasn't replaced with anger or confusion, like he thought it would be. He didn't even come back with a witty retort, as he did with any other snide comment aimed at him. Instead, he briefly flashed a look of surprise, and then a calm, relaxed smirk washed over him.

“What… what did you… say?"

It was Joe's turn to be confused at his mate's actions. He looked into Arlo's eyes, and while they did stare straight ahead, they didn't seem to be looking at him at all: they were staring off into the distance at something no one else could see.

“You… You're a good boy?"

“Oh… right…"

Arlo just stared straight ahead, smiling vacantly and looking completely relaxed. Joe waved his hand in front of Arlo's face. No reaction at all. Not even the twitchy flinching he normally did when something was near his eyes. He tried poking him in the belly with a finger and even tickling his sides, without so much as a blink from him. Then Joe felt a furry warm head brush against his hand.

“I've been waiting for you to do that. Took you long enough!"

The voice, warm with just a hint of sass, had clearly come from the furry head at his waist. Joe's hand shot up to his chest as he gasped in surprise, as he staggered back from his dog and tried as hard as he could not to faint.

“I thought you'd be flustered. Don't panic, I can explain everything. But before I do, do you mind telling your mate to fix us some supper? I'd do it myself, but your voice is all he hears right now."

Joe's stomach began growling. He'd been concentrating on the game, but the mention of food made his mouth water. He looked back over to Arlo, still in whatever dream he'd fallen into.

“Uh… Arlo?"

“Yes, sir?"

Sir. He loved this new respect his partner was showing him.

“Fix up some sweet and sour chicken with rice for us. And make sure the chicken pieces are bite sized before you cook them. Can you do that?"

“Of course, sir."

Arlo gave a slight, polite bow and headed downstairs. Before long, there was the sound of pots and pans being arranged, then chicken being cut into pieces on the wooden cutting board. Joe looked down at Hunter, perplexed.

“Is he alright doing that like he is? I don't want to burn the house down."

“Oh, yeah. His mind's all there, it's just not doing anything it's not told to do right now. But let's go down to the living room and chat."

The two walked down, Arlo paying no attention to them at all as he floured the chicken and started boiling water for the rice. Hunter settled down on the couch, and Joe sat on the cushion next to him. The two said nothing for a moment, each trying to figure out the best way to start. Then, Hunter spoke up.

“Well, if you're going to ask, ask! We don't have all day."

“OK… what are you? An alien, a god, my coma fantasy, what?"

“Hehe, no, I don't think so. I'm just a typical dog… or at least I was until a few months ago. Maybe it's something I ate or drank, but one day I just woke up and could understand you. Like, the funny sounds coming out of your mouth began to mean something, and it was related to these noises I kept hearing in my head that sounded like you. And every day, I just got better at understanding until, now, I think I know English like you do. About a month back, I started practicing my speech as well. I don't know how I got like this, but I wanted to thank you for raising me and giving me the chance in life to be what I am."

“You're welcome… but that doesn't explain Arlo there."

“I'm getting to that! Well, I started listening in his head too. His was way more frantic than yours. On edge. Doing all this thinking that never really got him anywhere. So, I thought, now that I can think more, it would be OK if he thinks less occasionally, to give him a break from worrying so much. So, one night while you were away, I helped him relax and stop thinking so hard. It also gave me a good meal and control of the TV for a while, but he got the better end of the stick there."

“Really? Because it looks more like you made him a slave."

“Only for a night. The next morning, his mind filled in the gaps and made it seem like a relaxing evening. Which it was, though not the way he'd planned it. So, he's my gift to you, a blissful servant who'll do anything you ask without question. I figure it's as good a replacement for what I used to be as I can find."

“He's more like a butler than a dog."

“Only because that's what he's been told. He can be a good dog, too; that's how he spent most of the last time. But I think he's stopped cooking, which means dinner's ready, and I can show you what I mean."

In the kitchen, they found the table set with two plates of chicken and rice, drizzled with sauce, steam still rising from them. A pot with the rest of the food was on the stove, ready to be used for leftovers later. And Arlo was standing over the pot, absently stirring with a wooden spoon. This was the most effort he'd put into cooking anything in months: he knew what he was doing in the kitchen, but was generally too lazy to make anything that wasn't microwavable. Joe looked over the plates in awe.

“Well done!"

“Thank you, sir."

Joe sat down at one of the places to eat, but Arlo didn't move from his spot. Hunter, on the other hand, took the seat and drooled over the meal.

“Great! But he needs dinner too, doesn't he? I know how to handle this; tell him to listen to me. It's easier than passing a bunch of orders through you."

“Arlo? Listen to Hunter, please."

Arlo dropped the spoon and turned toward his spot, looking the dog in the eyes.

“First, fill up my bowl with that stuff. Then take off your clothes and put on my collar. You'll know what to do from there."

It was surreal watching a man scoop food into a dog bowl after being ordered to by the dog. More so watching him neatly fold his clothes and place them gently on the table, then take his collar and buckle it around his own neck. But when he fell forward, crawled excitedly to Hunter's bowl, and start taking giant mouthfuls of the food he'd just served, butt wiggling in the air as he did, it was too much. Joe started laughing hysterically. The same man who'd proudly shown off his skills in trivia and wordplay an hour ago was acting exactly like a goofy beagle Joe had growing up. By the time he finished squealing in laughter, Arlo had finished eating and had moved on to washing it down with water from the other bowl. His own dinner had gotten cold, but it was worth it for that bizarre image.

Hunter, of course, had already finished his meal and licked his plate clean, so Joe felt a little rushed at this point. As he raised a forkful of congealed chicken to his mouth, he heard a whimper below him; Arlo was staring longingly at him, hoping for more food.

“No, hon, you've had yours. No begging."

Joe finished his meal in silence, though Arlo watched his fork intently with every movement to and from the plate, wishing that he would drop something. When he was done, Joe took the dishes to the sink to wash later, then turned to his two dogs, both looking up at him expectantly.

“Well, Hunter, is there anything he likes to do when he's like this?"

“Hmm… I know! Pup, go get your bone. Go on!"

Arlo rushed over to Hunter's bed and sniffed through the blanket there, pulling out a nylon rope bone. As Arlo trotted back to the kitchen and placed it at Joe's feet, Joe recalled Hunter playing with it as a puppy. It had been years since he'd last seen it, since Hunter didn't usually play with his toys. But he was glad they had found a use for it, at least.

“Oh, look, he wants to play. And he's asking so nicely, too. Go ahead and play with him."

Joe grabbed the bone and waved it around Arlo's face, teasing him.

“Is that true? Do you want to play? Do you?"

Arlo barked excitedly and ran in a circle, wagging his rear as he went. He was acting sillier and more playful than Joe had ever seen him, which was a refreshing change from his usually stoic demeanor.

“OK, boy. Let's go."

Joe ran into the living room as Arlo bounded behind, eager to play with his master. Joe held the bone above his head and waved it around.

“You ready? You ready? Go get it!"

With a flick of the wrist, Joe threw the bone across the room, watching it bounce and tumble on the other side. Arlo sprinted for it as well as he could on all fours and clutched it in his mouth. He held his catch with pride, gnawing on it a little and savoring the hints of minty fresh flavor.

“Good boy! Now, bring it back, pup. Come on. Bring it back."

It took some coaxing, but eventually he got Arlo back to him, ready for another throw, a desire which Joe soon obliged. Arlo ran back and forth across the room, getting the bone and bringing it back, for a few throws, seemingly not tiring of the game either physically or mentally. Joe was having a good time as well, and not just from seeing how happy it made Arlo to repeatedly get his prize. His body was on full display, every curve and feature gloriously laid out as he focused on the task at hand. Strange though it was, this side of Arlo was becoming a turn on for him, and it gave him some naughty ideas about what to do next.

“Hey, Hunter? If I wanted to play him sexually like this, would that be possible?"

“Well, he's still him, deep inside, so I don't see why not. Just be careful to make sure he wants to, first; he may be your dog right now, but he'll still know whether he had a good time or not when he wakes up."

Joe patted his leg to get Arlo to come to him, and Arlo sauntered over, burying his head in Joe's crotch and sniffing at it. As Joe petted and scratched Arlo, he noticed that Hunter was staring at them, eyes bright with anticipation.

“Hunter, I'm sorry, but could you go upstairs and give us some privacy?"

“Aww… you guys let me watch before."

“That was before I knew you could talk. Scram."

“Well, if you insist. Have fun, you two."

With that, Hunter left the room, and it was just the two of them. A man and his dog. Or not, depending on your perspective. Arlo sat panting and looking adoringly at Joe, his eyes bouncing between the tent in his khakis and the eyes of his master. Joe chuckled at how hard his pup was trying to be polite, and how hard his pup was getting in the process.

“What is it, pup? Huh? What do you want?"

Arlo whimpered and put his right paw on Joe's crotch. His fingers were curved inwards, toward his palms, so it looked more like a paw than a human hand now. Joe unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out from his boxers.

“Is this it? Is this what you want?"

Arlo's eyes were fixed onto the package in front of him, his tongue hanging out in a heavy pant.

“OK, boy. Have at it."

Now that he had permission, Arlo attacked the dick in front of him with his tongue, lapping at the shaft in long strokes. Joe moaned in pleasure as Arlo discovered that something tasty was leaking out of the head, and focused his attention there. Joe ruffled his hair as he licked, praising him for doing such a good job. Arlo started getting more excited, licking more and more quickly and freely, until he couldn't stand how horny he was getting, and moved up onto Joe's leg, rubbing his penis against it and groaning in frustration. Pup or not, it seemed Arlo still wanted to top, and he'd gotten Joe so worked up that he was happy to lend a helping hand. He reached down and grabbed Arlo's member, quickly moving his hand up and down in time with his humps.

“God, you really want me, don't you?"

Arlo whimpered louder, eyes clenched shut. He just wanted release.

“OK, pup, come to bed with me. I'll give you what you want."

Joe grabbed his pants and threw them across the room to get them out of the way. Then he ran over to their bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and wiggled his ass in temptation.

“Here, boy. Come here."

Arlo jumped up to the bed behind him and started eating him out. This was how they normally started, but this time there was no hesitation or comment on hygiene; he seemed not only to bury himself in Joe's round, fuzzy cheeks, but to even enjoy the smell and the taste. He went deeper with his tongue than Joe had even thought possible, snorting and slurping as he explored every crevice he could reach. Joe was in bliss, reveling in this new sensation of such a wild creature devoting itself so completely to him. The bliss was so overwhelming that he failed to notice when Arlo stopped licking and started panting, his hot breath hitting his exposed pucker.

There wasn't much of a delay, however, as Arlo climbed up onto Joe's back, lined himself up, and hilted himself deep inside of his mate. Joe groaned with pleasure and a little pain, as he wasn't prepared for the sudden insertion, but soon he was lost in pleasure again as Arlo found a rhythm and starting pumping away, each thrust faster and deeper than the last. It didn't take long for Joe to feel and orgasm building inside of him, as he grabbed onto his pillow and held on tight.

“Oh god… Arlo… pup… good boy… so good…"

Arlo started a long whine, getting higher in pitch as his humping got more intense. With one last thrust and a few gooey spurts, he came deep inside Joe, shuddering with the power of his ejaculation. The two of them stayed like that for a while, breathing slowly and recovering for a moment. Then he slipped out and crawled beside his lover, laying in his arms.

“God damn… that was amazing."

“Thanks. It's nice to hear you say that."

Joe's head snapped down to look at Arlo's face; it had regained its impish smirk and piercing gaze.

“Hon! You're… you're yourself."

“Well, yeah, who else would I be?"

Arlo was acting like this was a typical day. He appeared not to even notice that he was wearing Hunter's collar. Had he broken out of his trance, or was this another part of it? Joe had to ask, though he wanted to be careful not to shock Arlo or make him think too much about the evening.

“So… did you enjoy our night in?"

“Of course. A romantic dinner, some more gaming, and this wonderful conclusion. What's not to love?"

“Err… nothing… I just wish we could do it more often."

“We can, sweetie. All you need to do is ask. But now I'm exhausted; you really took it out of me."

No mention of bowls or fetch or doggy style; he was acting like he'd spent another boring weekend night at home. Hunter was right; he filled in the gaps subconsciously with what he thought was most likely. Joe thought about telling him about it in detail, but there was no reason to spoil a good thing. In fact, he might as well encourage it. He shut off the light and climbed back into bed.

“Good thinking. You must be very tired. Your legs must feel heavy. Just relax."

Arlo yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“You can imagine laying around all day, wanting to please your master."

His voice got lower, softer, more soothing. Arlo's eyes started to close.

“Happy to please your master."

“To please… master…"

Joe snuggled beside him, ready for a great night of sleep.

“Good boy."