Chapter 7
Chapter 7.
+365 days.
The collar locked around my neck was advanced technology. I thought that it only had electronics preventing it's removal, maybe it monitored my whereabouts. But I wondered if it did something else, something to my mind. That might explain why some memories floating around in my head were of me doing stuff only a dog would do. Still other memories existed, I could distinctly remember arguing with myself, wanting to speak, but refraining. Most of the time, speech completely eluded me. That, in itself, was indication of something, but I had no idea what.
There had been no more dreams like the one I had had of Zach. In fact, I only remembered it recently. It came with brutal clarity, dropping into my lap one afternoon, making me very confused. The implications sent my mind spinning, but I had no ability to talk to my owner or anyone else about it, to verify anything. I wanted it to remain only a dream, so that's what I kept thinking of it as.
I was awake, and it smelled like morning, just before the sun rose. My nose was sensitive enough to tell time by the changing of scents as temperatures changed. Strange. Wasn't it... always that way?
I was curled up in a comfortable bed on the floor, in the corner of my owner's bedroom. The bed smelled like me, it had padded walls about as high up as my spine, when I lay on my side. Rubber chew toys sat wedged in a corner, and I felt satisfaction upon seeing them, for they were mine. Sometimes I hated them, but not now.
I rolled onto my back and stretched my legs out, far past the edge of my small bed. I felt my morning wood poking past my sheath, shiny black and moist. Life felt good, I was content. I reached down to squeeze the base of my sheath, behind my knot, thinking it would feel good to paw myself off. I felt a hardness there, inside, and a tickle of pain crept up inside of me when I pulled. It was only for a moment, but. Was this new? The feeling of wellness danced away, it slipped right between my fingers as I pulled my paw away. I wanted it back, that feeling, so I ignored what was between my legs for now. Easy to forget. I took a deep breath and swallowed. I felt something warm and tight around my neck.
I reached up and felt it all the way around, it was a collar. Oh yeah... I remember now. But... it feels so new? Small bits of metal hung off the front, a couple of tags. I ducked my neck and pulled them up so I could read them. I couldn't, there was no way. I would have to find a mirror, and that would mean I needed to stand up. I knew there were mirrors in the house I lived in. But I couldn't remember where they were located.
A collar. For some reason, that idea really turned me on, it felt right that I wore one. I pulled at it, and noticed there was no fur underneath it. Then I looked at my hands, I saw big leathery paw pads, an obviously canine shape. Black claws, five fingers, I rubbed my muzzle and pulled at my whiskers, this all felt so new. Hadn't it always been this way? Confusion crept up on me like a predator, stalking me through the bushes.
The feel of silky fur covering my whole body, the fuzz of it around my balls, the sensations of my claws as I raked them up my stomach, fuck, I was horny. Hadn't I woken up and felt this all before? Standing on my hind paws, to see those mirrors, I'd get punished for that, but it hadn't ever happened, so how did I know?
Mirrors, my memories were like two mirrors facing each other, each showing the same reflection, but smaller, stretching off into the distance, forever. I focused harder, and my past shifted away from me even further.
Well. If I wore a collar, and it had tags, then someone owned me. And that felt good, I couldn't for the life of me think of why, but once more, it felt right. I took another deep breath, and when I exhaled, the stress and alarm faded away.
I got up and sat on my haunches, sniffed up into the air. The room had someone else in it, his scent smelled really good to me. Supremely dominant, laced with much confidence. Him. A reflex in my mind said to approach this person on my stomach, roll over onto my back, and pee in submission. Maybe I would do that.
I saw a bed in the center, and approached it, my claws clicking on the polished dark hardwood floor. I sniffed over the top, it was higher than I was on all fours, but the scent was stronger and I felt frisky. The scent was sooo familiar... another of those reflections stretching off into the distance. Maybe I should jump up there and find out. Up I went. . .
He was large and all black; he woke instantly and growled, "Keman!"
That's my name! I howled and yipped in delight, rolling around on the bed, even if he was mad. I stayed ultra submissive, grinding my muzzle against the covers to put his scent on me, then I swam under his legs, circling and circling. He sat up with a grunt and grabbed my collar, pulled my muzzle up to his. I looked away, showing my throat, panting to catch my breath.
He was having none of that, he wrapped a paw around my muzzle and pointed my head so I had to look him in the eyes. "You know better than to come up here." Maybe... but I have an excuse. I wagged my tail in a very wide arc; an overwhelming emotion had me in its grip. His deep, rich voice caused my sheath to fill out even more.
One sniff and he understood immediately, he shoved me away with a snort of contempt. He stared at me for a moment, yellow eyes, one ear sideways, the other flat, thinking.
"That's what you want? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It's been a long while since the last time. But-" His scent of anger shifted, fading, I dove back under his legs and took deep drags at his crotch. He smelled horny, too, and that excused everything, I knew.
He reached beside the bed and tapped a button on his computer terminal. I eyed that curiously, there was something about... when he did that, sometimes strange things happened. The symbols and language on it were not familiar, I couldn't make anything out, the times I'd stared more closely in the past. That I did remember.
Words drifted down into my mind like fresh snow. Faint at first, not in any particular order. A second later, they snapped into place, in the order I wanted to speak them. I blurted them out.
"I'm ho-" a sharp yank on my neck cut me short, the kind electrocution caused. My voice twisted into a whine and I shut up, remembering. My eyes shut tight, watering from the pain.
"No talking." He put some growl into it, I turned to look at him and averted my eyes, his ears were forward, he meant it. I could live with that, that was fine. Why had it seemed to matter so much, in the past? I felt terribly conflicted for a moment, but then I abandoned the thoughts and took the easier path, life was good.
He crawled up to me on his knees after observing my decisions, he saw my body language, my ears, my tail, and my scent. He was able to read the internal dialogue, and saw the outcome, and he smelled pleased. He took my collar in one paw, and sucked on one of his fingers to make it wet, then rubbed my tailhole with his finger pad. It felt amazing, like promises of things to come. The digit was twisted inside me, straight over my prostate, applied with enough pressure to make me whine and whimper. He added another finger, then another. Each made me harder inside my sheath. His claws occasionally stung, but I was so aroused, the pain became part of the pleasure.
He breathed into my ears, cool wind and a slick tongue, nibbling on them lightly. He asked me silly questions, like "who's a good boy?"
I almost answered, but I caught myself. It was a trick, and I knew better. I remembered... the last time I had failed at this, right here. Things ended abruptly. Stay focused, Keman. You want your reward, right? Words spoken to me many times. I liked rewards, didn't everyone?
This time, I only panted and gave a little whimper. I wanted more, much more! I knew by scent alone, he was aroused, and I wanted to feel his knot tied deep in my ass.
More satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers and let go of my collar. He shifted his position and hugged me from behind. I could feel his prick pressing under my tail, perfectly lined up, and I knew things were about to go much further. Wet slickness dribbled down the fur covering my nuts, he was worked up, must have had some good dreams, himself. He eased more weight on my back, and his sharp claws dug in just above my hips, he entered me. His narrow tip was wet and smooth, there was no resistance.
I tilted my muzzle to stare down at the bed and pushed back against him, panting and holding my breath, alternating with each new sensation. He arched his powerful spine and humped me, his back flexing with each thrust, all his pre paving the way for his knot, which hadn't grown much, yet. I felt it slip inside of me and then pop back out, with little twinges of pain each time. He was purposely saving the best for last, it was the canine way. He panted into my ears when he wasn't gnawing on the back of my neck, just above my collar.
"Puppy wants my knot, eh? You don't remember what happened last time, do you? Of course not, and that's intentional, it'll be this way for a long time, Arrrick. You'll learn everything I teach you."
I ignored most of those words, except for my name. The rest became unimportant. Too many disturbing thoughts lurked around that corner. Wait. What name did he just use?
My attention shifted as I focused back on his grinding slick shaft, it was poking and jabbing inside of me, never fully coming out, before slamming back inside, scalding my insides. Arousal spiked, previous thoughts... washed away. He fucked me hard and fast.
I felt his muscles tense up, his breathing turned shallow, and he jammed his prick all the way inside me, making sure his knot was buried. It swelled up with quick pulses as he reached his climax, larger... passing the size of a grapefruit. My eyes crossed, I swallowed back the pain. The pressure against my prostate felt incredibly intense, but the emotional satisfaction felt the best of all. He barked a howl of pleasure into my ears, his breath ruffled the fur on the back of my head, so much weight was on top of me. He reached past me and pushed a button on his terminal.
Sudden clarity. What the fuck? He's in me, we're tied... I'm tied to... what's his name? I've never even gotten his name.
"What's-" Erk, erk, erk. My eyes watered, the collar was zapping me, pouring liquid fire down my spine and I remembered. This fucker won't let me talk! My body stiffened up as I shifted gears, changing from pleasure to anxiety. I suddenly remembered being here, many times.
Like a movie in fast forward, the last year flashed through my mind, I could feel all the tips and edges of every emotion I'd experienced. Every bit of knowledge, every single lesson, it all ruthlessly poured down onto me and there was no looking away, nothing I could do to ignore it. I saw things with precise detail, catching me up to the present. I gasped and shook under the deluge, my sheath shrank, I whimpered in misery.
I had maybe used the term "mindfuck" in the past, but this felt like the literal sense of the word, the true origin. I owned that word, now, I was its author.
He shifted around on top of me, his huge wolfcock stuck in my ass so tight, it made me want to either laugh or cry. He was leaning down and reaching for something under the bed. His knot pulsed and throbbed, it wouldn't be coming out any time soon. Dog, I wanna bite this guy... but at the same time, I was still physically beyond horny, I could hardly see through the haze of eroticism as my emotions stabilized.
I felt so close, I would do anything to tip the edge into an orgasm, anything! I kept staring at the bed, watching him from the corners of my vision. He had something in his paw, it flashed like metal.
His weight settled back on top of me and he hugged me tight, gave me a couple of good thrusts and yanks, ow that hurt so good. His muzzle rested on top of mine, I felt more than heard a quiet growl of satisfaction deep in his throat. He reached down between my legs and grabbed my sheath, sliding it back... I felt a sting in the tip of my dick, then the sensation sank deeper, and I remembered feeling this once before. I knew what was coming next: me.
My back arched and my nuts drew up, my eyes shut so tight, the lids folded over each other, and I couldn't breathe! I needed to exhale and howl, I felt like I exploded as the best feeling of pleasure came over me that I had ever felt in my entire life.
I focused on that feeling, screw the psychology of who he was, or what I was doing, or how I wound up here. All that could be sorted out later. This was an orgasm, and I now clearly remembered my last, it had been so long...
Apparently, I had done things right, with him under my tail. This was my reward. He patted my side and played with the tags hanging off my collar, making them jingle. A familiar sound, part of me, part of everywhere I went.
"Someone earned this, that would be you. Such a good boy I have!" I bristled from the submission he was encouraging, but I would allow it. What choice did I have, really?
My knot was huge in my sheath, I was still clenching down on the mass under my tail, which was trapped off to the side, between us. I felt so good, drool dripped from my half open muzzle...
Muzzle... fur? Sheath... knot. I stared at my nose... nothing happened.
His paw came up under my muzzle and he held my jaws shut. I suddenly remembered, he didn't like me getting my fluids on his bed. Nothing exited my dick, the parasite was greedily consuming whatever didn't make it back into my bladder. Parasite. Oh, Dog... my ears went flat. Ears...
My god... my sense of time felt so strange to come online. Had it really been a year? My team... maybe they were destroyed. My ears wilted as I struggled to focus back on my orgasm. I knew what was responsible for my memory being like swiss cheese, it had to be the fucking collar around my neck. If I could just get it off. A collar, locked around my neck? Hurf, why did that turn me on? I loved the idea that I couldn't take it off, all the collars I built had locks. Wait. What collars had I ever built?
I switched between bitterness and pleasure several times, rapidly.
A half hour later, I felt his knot shrink, he pulled out with a tug, which felt like one of my organs being torn from my body. He removed what had been inserted into my dick, an electrical stimulator of some kind. I collapsed to the bed, panting. Most of my orgasm had passed.
I was thinking... I didn't want to be there on that bed. Didn't want to be there. Stay off the bed. I couldn't stand it, for a variety of reasons, ranging from his scent to... damn it, to lessons he had taught me.
I jumped onto the floor and sat on my haunches, pulling my sheath up to cover the rest of my prick, then I stared at my owner warily.
"Mmmm. That's more like it. I love the sparkle of intelligence in your eyes, the sign of some brains, for a change." I dared not growl, but I wanted to. I almost spoke, but I caught myself. I narrowed my eyes and flicked my ears, instead. I knew better than to respond. He nodded at me, like he'd come to a decision. He reached over to his terminal on the table and tapped a few buttons.
"Go on, speak, little one. Let's see what my omega has to say."
Speak? I flattened my ears, no memory contained anything like this. I swallowed, staring right at him, mostly his nose. Those big yellow eyes were hard to look at, no matter what I thought about him. He was huge, my instincts made me want to hug the ground with my tail between my legs. My tail...
I turned and stared at it, flipping it to the left and right. A peculiar scent reached me, his intense scrutiny, but I was mesmerized by my tail. I had a tail all my life, of course, but I could have sworn I remembered wanting one, once. Can't want what you've always had. I turned back to face him.
"Whut's yourrr nem." It felt really hard to speak.
He wrinkled his nose, "yeah, I thought so. This conversation has to be short. To you, Alpha will suffice." He seemed to mull that over for a moment, then abruptly changed his mind, "to anyone else, it would be Sin, short for Sinclair. Does the name mean anything to you?" I shook my head, there was a lot on my mind, but the name meant nothing.
"Last time we tried this, do you remember what happened?"
I clutched my right arm protectively, it had a nagging ache occasionally. I remembered him breaking it, after I bit him. Pain is the greatest teacher, he said. He healed me in just one night, but... the memory, I nodded.
"Good boy." I hated how I felt such pride at those words, but the idea of speaking and then hearing him praise me was truly unique.
Memories filled in with greater depth, another wave, lesser details sharpened. I wasn't the only one who had been injured, and that wasn't even the first time. We had both gained scars... but I was the loser in every battle, he was bigger, stronger, and faster. An underlying emotion threaded through it all: loyalty. Was that mine, or the collar's? What's the difference?
I felt bad for what I had done to him.
"Arrr you gone. To leave me this way? Please?" I'd beg, if I had to. I wanted to stay normal, wasn't this normal? My tongue felt a mile long, for some reason, and it kept getting in the way.
"Absolutely not. Some day, I hope. But not yet."
I puffed up, I didn't like someone else choosing my fate. Anger built up. I leaned my head forward and bared my teeth.
He lunged at me and grabbed my muzzle, wrenching my head up to flip me onto my back. The wind in my lungs left with a rush, and his knee on my chest helped the rest to come out. His claws squeezed my mouth hard enough to draw blood, he was making sure I couldn't look anywhere, but into his eyes. He snarled deeply, growling again, and again, into my face.
I held my paws out, not daring to touch him, my eyes darted to the left and right, only occasionally centering on his. I immediately looked away, the anger in them burned so bright.
Calm, menacing. "Do you want to talk and smell like a freak for the rest of your life?"
I shook my muzzle back and forth, just slightly. I didn't understand what that meant.
"Good! Then you'll do what I tell you to, and you won't fucking challenge me!" He released me suddenly, and got up, backing away. His eyes never left me.
I whimpered, confused, coughing to get my breath back. I sat up and pointedly avoided his gaze, staring at the floor.
"My team... they'll k-kill yuh, you. Some day." Don't know where those words came from, but there they were.
He laughed. "Your team. That's funny. You mean, my team?"
I swallowed and looked up from the floor, "yourrr?"
"It's been a year. You've had at least one recall. Let me ask you, what breed was your alpha, Zeek?" He sneered the title.
"Errrm. Sib. Siberrrian Hus husky." Lips... just not working right.
"Ok." He made a rolling gesture with his paws, "who else have you met that looked like him?
Er. Wait. No, that was just a dream... but in it. Zach. Zeek. They did look... exactly the same. "Nnn. No, thuh, that can't be..." shock must be responsible for why I can't talk right.
"But it is, Keman. Arrrick." He spoke the second name like it was an insult.
I shut my eyes, something felt wrong, my head hurt, I leaned forward and puked on the floor.
Sin mumbled, "Ah shit. Fucking Zach..." he took two quick steps to his computer terminal and slammed a key on it. He sighed, turning around.
"All right, Keman. It's alright... you're ok." He walked up to me and pet me between the ears softly, while I hacked and heaved. I was shaking, I felt like a complete wreck. Sweat dripped off my nose with long streamers of snot, my paw pads fought for traction on the smooth floor. I sniffed at the puddle of green bile in front of me and wrinkled my nose. I sneezed and shook the rest off my muzzle.
"Where's your toy?" Toy? "Go find your toy!" Toy!
I looked around the room and ran up to my bed, diving on one of my toys to chew at it, making it squeak and bringing it back to him, my tail wagging. I was so happy.
"Good boy!" He pet me between the ears and rubbed them deeply. I felt better than ever. "Zach and I need to have a talk..."
I looked at him curiously, then chewed on my toy some more.