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The first few paragraphs in red are the end of the last chapter. The tags are for the whole story not just from this chapter.

When I opened my eyes I was resting on top of my Master, with his softening dick still inside of me. And it hit me right then that he was no longer Luke, my human or my owner. He was my Master. I would belong to him forever. I couldn't think of anything that could possibly be better than that. Just like all the times Moose and I used to talk about having a Master...

Despite my bliss about finally having a Master, I was starting to feel melancholy. All I could think of was how I had a Master now and how Moose and I had always talked about how great it would be to have a Master. I wondered how Moose was and what had happened to him. With all that had been going on this week I hadn't thought about Moose at all.

My Master sensed that something was wrong and he put his finger under my muzzle and pulled it up until I was looking at him. "What's wrong? I'd hoped you'd be happy about being my pet?" My Master asked.

"I'm really happy about being your pet Master. But you're the second one that saved my life. I'd never have been there to save if it wasn't for Moose. He took me under his wing when I got kicked out of my old home and showed me how to live on the streets. Often times when we were cuddled together at night we'd talk about how much we wanted a Master of our own. On the night you found me we got raided by some humans in uniforms. Moose blocked them from getting me while I escaped out of a broken window. They captured him while I escaped. I just feel a little guilty that I escaped and found a Master and I don't know what happened to him..."

With that my Master sat bolt upright in bed. "Why didn't you tell me this before!"

"I didn't think to Master. What's wrong?"

Those people that captured Moose were animal control officers. When an anthro is captured they're taken to the shelter. If they aren't claimed or adopted in a week, they're euthanized. I'm not sure whether or not his time has been up yet. We may already be too late.

"Master what does euthanized mean?"

Part 5

"It means is if no one adopts him in a week that they will kill him."

"WHAT?" I blurted out, shocked out of my post orgasmic lassitude. "WHY?"

He bolted out of bed and grabbed his cell phone. "Call Animal Control!" he spoke into the phone. With my sensitive ears I could hear the phone ringing in my ears.

A female voice came on the phone, "Hello Animal Control, Dolores speaking. How can I help you?"

"Do you have a St. Bernard there? He's been there a week."

"Anthro or the regular four legged kind?" She asked.

"Anthro."

"Let me check." The voice said. Then after a pause of half a minute she came back on and said. "Yes we have one. He's scheduled to be put down today. They've got him in the prep cell."

"You need to stop them. I'm coming down right now to get him."

"We can't do that based on a phone call, how do we know you're really coming down to get him? Besides what's the difference, we have plenty of other Anthro's you can adopt. Better yet why don't you adopt one of the adorable natural dogs." Her voice was cold and emotionless.

"Trust me I'm coming." Master said. I never heard panic in his voice before. "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you can postpone it until I can get down there."

"Sir there's nothing I can do. Rules are rules."

Master hung up and got dressed. "Come with me." He said. "We need to get there as soon as possible." And with that he started running to the garage. We hopped into the Bentley, and headed toward the shelter. It was only 5 miles away but we seemed to hit every red light on the way.

Master wasn't in a talkative mood. He was totally focused on getting there as quickly as he could. That left me alone to think. Why hadn't I mentioned this before? If Moose died it would be all my fault.

We pulled into the parking lot and ran in through the front doors. There were two people in line in front of us. They both had anthro dogs with them. From their sad expressions it was obvious that they were being dropped off. They were both older dogs so their chances of being adopted was almost nonexistent. I wondered if they realized that they were being sentenced to death. I hadn't realized it when Moose had gotten captured and I don't think he did either. If he did know then it made his self-less act of sacrificing himself to let me escape even more noble. And I'd repaid him by not thinking about him until now.

The lady behind the counter spoke to the first person in line and asked, "How many I help you today?" I immediately recognized the voice as the cold lady on the phone.

"This is going to take too long." Master muttered to me. Then he said louder to the people in front of us, "I wouldn't normally ask this but can we cut in front of you. It's a matter of life and death."

The men turned around to look at him and the woman looked up to see who was causing the commotion. "You'll wait your turn." She said imperiously.

"But Moose could be dead by the time you get done taking care of these two."

"He's been here all week. If he's so important to you, why did you wait until the last day."

One of the men spoke up, "You can go in front of me."

"Me too." Added the other one. Both stepped back.

She gave them a dirty look then said with disgust, "What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to adopt the St. Bernard we spoke about on the phone."

She grabbed a clipboard and handed it to Master, "Fill these out."

"Please bring him out so we can see if it's the right dog."

"I can't bring him out until you finish filling out the paperwork." She said obstinately. "Rules are rules." It was obvious that she was stalling us. It was almost like she wanted Moose to die.

"Well take me back to him, I know you can bring me back there." Master said in exasperation.

"OK. Follow me." She replied resignedly.

We followed her through a set of double doors. On one side of he hall were kennels of regular dogs and on the other side were cells for the anthrodogs. At the end of the hall was another set of double doors.

Through those doors was a veterinary/kitchen/storage area. Inside the vet area was another holding area with 5 gurneys. Three of them had anthrodogs strapped onto them. The other two had what looked like bodies on them but they were covered with sheets. My heart caught in my throat for a minute. Was one of the bodies under the sheets Moose?

As we got closer I could see that one of the ones on the uncovered gurney looked like it might be Moose.

"Dr. Kraft this gentleman would like to see the St. Bernard if you haven't already offed him."

"Dolores I've told you not talk like that in front of the patients. They may not "legally" have souls but they are sentient beings with feelings and emotions just like us." The vet chided.

"Don't you dare compare them to humans. Those things are an abomination. If God would have wanted us to have these monstrosities he would have created them himself. The vile things are unnatural."

"Dolores please LEAVE! I'll show the gentleman the way out when were done. There's no need for you to wait back here."

She opened her mouth to make a reply but a warning glare from the Vet cut her retort short. She turned around and left in a huff.

"You'll have to excuse Dolores, we don't quite share similar views on the Anthrodogs." He paused to reach out and shake Master's hand. "Hi. I'm Dr. Craft."

"I'm Lucas Vincent, but you can call me Luke." Master said as he towered over the much shorter Vet.

"I thought you looked familiar. You're the one that played hoops at State U right?" He replied looking up at Master.

"Yeah that's me. Can we see the St. Bernard?"

"Sure." He said and led us over to the gurneys.

Moose was on the end one. I didn't want to know if that meant he would have been last or next. His feet were sticking out over the edge because of his height. His arms and legs were strapped down and there was a strap around his neck, one over his chest and one around his waist. On his left arm some of the fur was shaved off which was where they were going to insert the IV. When I finally got to the gurney I put my paw on his shoulder.

"Moose." I said as I gently shook his shoulder.

"Runt. Is that you?" He sounded like my former owner when he was drunk.

"Yeah. We've come to take you home."

"We?" He asked.

"Master and I." I replied.

"I must still be dreaming." He added.

"We've got him sedated. It's less stressful that way." The Vet said.

"For you or for them?" Master asked sarcastically.

"For both of us, but mostly for them. I find the whole business to be rather tragic myself."

"Then why do you put them down?"

"Because if I don't do it they will kill them the same way they kill the regular dogs. They throw a bunch of them in a gas chamber, close the door and pump carbon monoxide in. They are all in there together, scared and often fighting with each other. It's bad enough that they do it with the non-sentient animals, but to do it to a sentient being is just beyond the pale. I try my best to make their passing as civilized as possible. I even sedate them first so the passing is easier. If you can find a way to keep them from euthanizing anthrodogs I'd be all for it."

He walked over toward Moose and added, "I'm going to give him a shot to reverse the effect of the sedative." He gave him an injection and then started to remove the restraints.

"The problem is we have too many people like Delores who see the anthrodogs as a sin against God and nature."

"Then why is she working here?" I asked.

"Dolores has been working here since before we started taking in anthrodogs. She is really good with the natural dogs. She does her best to get them adopted out. It's just that her religious views make her very biased against the anthros."

"She tried her best to delay us so Moose would be dead before we could get him released." Master said.

"I wouldn't put it past her. But I doubt if you could prove that's what she was doing. She would probably claim she was just following the rules."

"Yeah it seems like her favorite saying is 'Rules are rules." Master continued.

"Sounds like her." The vet replied with a chuckle as he unbuckled the last of the restraints off of Moose.

Moose sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. He looked at me and then at Master. I hugged him and said, "We were worried that we were going to be too late."

"You almost were. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to die. But it seems like we have a lot of catching up to do. So you have a Master now?" He replied.

"I have the greatest Master in the world Moose. This is my Master Luke. Master this is my friend Moose." I said in introduction.

"Pleased to meet you Moose." Master said and put out his hand to shake with Moose.

"Nice to meet you Sir. I owe you my life. Thank you for saving me Sir." Moose said as he shook Master's hand.

"You're welcome. Sorry we didn't do it sooner. It was a little bit of a misunderstanding." Master replied.

"Why don't we leave these two to here to catch up with each other while we go get the paperwork finished." The Vet said to Master.

When they walked out the doors Moose asked. "So you really have a Master now. What is it like."

"It's even better than all of our fantasies. Master is wonderful, he really loves me. I know you'll love him too. He takes charge, but every thing he does is in my best interest." I said.

Moose looked at me with a bit of a leer, "Has he fucked you yet?"

I grinned ear to ear, "Yeah he fucked me for the first time this morning. It was fucking awesome. When he came in me I thought I was going to literally explode. I couldn't believe anything could be that intense. I belong to him completely now Moose, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

"He's quite the looker, what's he like in the cock department?" He said with a chuckle.

"He's got the most perfect cock I've ever seen. Eight thick inches with a long foreskin. I'm getting hard just thinking about it..."

"So am I and I haven't seen it yet. But then I haven't cum the whole week I've been here. And that Delores bitch gives me the creeps. Every time she'd go past me she would tell me how many days I had left and how she hoped I'd die."

"She seems like she's a nasty piece of work. But you're going home with us."

"Is Luke going to be my Master too? Are you OK with sharing him?'' Moose asked.

"My guess is that he's going to let you decide if you want him as your Master. He expects total obedience and loyalty, but he wants you to surrender willingly to him." I replied. "As far as sharing him, love isn't diminished when it's shared, it multiplies." I added as I hugged him.

"Of course I'd give him my obedience and loyalty. All I've ever wanted in this life is to have a Master that I could surrender myself to."

"You're going to love it with us. Master doesn't expect a lot from us, just that we love him with all of our being. And that's easy to do."

"You're making this sound too good to be true." Moose said with a grin.

"You'll see." I replied.

At that point Master and the Vet came back in. "Well Moose it's official. You belong to me now."

Moose fell to his knees in front of Master. "Thank you for saving me Master..."

"Get off of your knees, there's no need to grovel." Moose got up and Master hugged him. "It was my pleasure saving you, but I'm your owner, I'm not your Master yet. We'll discuss that when we get home."

We went out through the lobby getting a glare from Dolores as we passed. We walked over to where the Bentley was parked. When Master used the fob to unlock the doors Moose did a double take. "Is this your car?"

"Yes. Do you like it?" Master asked.

"Yeah. But it musta cost a fortune." Moose replied, realizing for the first time that Master was rich. But with both of us that wasn't near as important as having a Master that loved us.

I climbed into the front seat and Master opened the back door for Moose to get in. We pulled out of the parking lot and Moose let out a long sigh. "I thought I'd never make it out of there alive. I was sure my next stop was the landfill."

"What do you mean the landfill. How'd you know that's what they were going to do to you." I asked.

"Oh that nasty Dolores lady made sure that we all knew that we were going to be put down. Every day when she came into the hall she would remind each of us. She spent a lot of her time doting on the four leggers and when she was in there she would tell us how much she hated us and how she couldn't wait until we were dead. She told us how they weren't even going to bury us, they just wrap us up in a sheet and throw us in the land fill. She considered me worse than the ones that got turned in since she knew I was prostituting myself. She said I was corrupting people and was going to cause them to go to hell for having unnatural sex with us "Abominations". She wished I had a soul so it could spend eternity in hell."

"That fucking whore!" Master spat out. "She's gonna pay for what she did to you..."

"Is it a long way to your house Sir?" Moose asked.

"One more block and were there. And it's your house too at least for the next week." Master told him.

"So I have a week to prove myself to you?" Moose asked worriedly.

"No I have a week to prove myself to you, but I'll explain that after we get you settled in." Master said trying to calm Moose's fears. We turned the corner and then turned into our driveway. "Well we're here." Master said as we pulled into the garage and then pushed the button to close the garage door. Moose had been silent since we pulled into the drive way. The size and beauty of our house hadn't been sprung on me all at once like it had on him. I had been carried in halfway dead in the middle of the night and put in bed to thaw out before the house was shown to me a bit at a time. Moose got to see our mansion all at once and he was shocked to silence.

As we got into the house from the garage we came to a mud room where Master took his shoes off. He had given me the job of bringing him his slippers, he found it amusing. He claimed it was the first "trick" he'd ever trained me to do. The fact that it pleased him so much made it one of my favorite things to do. I grabbed his slippers and then knelt obediently in front of him as I put the slippers onto his feet. He reached down and rubbed my ears, then said, "Good Boy." No matter how many times he said those words they always put me on cloud nine. The only thing that would be better was if he let me take care of that big cock that was outlined in his jeans. In his hurry to get out of here this morning he hadn't bothered with underwear. The thought of it in my muzzle or better yet jammed deep in my asshole made me harden immediately. Which he noticed.

"Is someone horny again?" He asked with a grin.

"I'm always horny for you Master." I said and reached my paw out to trace his cock through his jeans.

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of that later. I'm sure Moose is hungry, I'll bet Dolores didn't bother wasting any food on him this morning."

"Dolores didn't waste food on us if possible. She said we were only going to be here for 7 days and if we ate a handful of kibble a day we wouldn't starve to death. I didn't eat last night or this morning. Now that the sedative has worn off I'm really starting to get hungry."

"Runt why don't you take him up to his room. He can have the one next to yours. Get him settled in and then get washed up for dinner. I'm gonna order us each a pizza. What do you like on your pizza Moose?"

Moose stammered for a second then said shyly. "Whatever you want to get for me Sir."

Master walked up to him and hugged him and then backed up. "That's not how it works here Moose. You ask for what you want, and I'm happy to provide for you. If you decide to stay here I will expect complete and total obedience and loyalty from you. If you are willing to give me that I'm more than generous in providing for my pets. So what do you want?"

"If it won't cost too much can I get the supreme?" Moose asked uncertainly.

Master laughed out loud. "Does it look like I'm hurting for money? If you want I'll buy you two of them. You're a pretty big pup, are you hungry enough for two?"

"Yes Sir. But..."

"No buts! Food is something you'll never go short of. The only way I'll regulate your food is if you get too fat, but neither of you are in danger of that now." Master said, then added, "Runt go ahead and take him up to his room and show him around. I'll call you down when the pizza gets here" He said as he was punched the speed dial for the pizza parlor.

Moose followed me upstairs and to his room. It had a king size bed, an 80 inch UHD TV and it's own bathroom. Moose looked dumbfounded when he realized that this was his room. "This is just too much, I don't need this much room." He said.

"It's exactly the same as my room. Although don't expect to spend much time in it. I'm barely in my room at all. Master pretty much expects me to be with him all the time, which is fine with me. I haven't slept in my bed yet. I don't care if I never get to use it if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I don't blame you. He's sexy as fuck, he could jump my bones anytime he wants." Moose said wistfully.

"Well he won't be fucking you until you decide if you want him to be your Master." I replied.

"Of course I want him as my Master, I'd be daft to not want him. He fucking saved my life, he's rich and handsome, and most of all he seems like he cares about us."

"The caring is not an act. He expects us to do things around the house, but he's not a slave driver. It's just little things but it makes me feel like I'm contributing. He has a maid service come in a couple of times a week to do the serious cleaning, and he could afford to pay them to do all of the cleaning. All he really wants is for us to love him and look up to him."

"But just because he's not going to be fucking you for the next week doesn't mean were not going to have some fun." I added with a grin. "We did everything except fuck the first week I was here. But nothing came close to this morning when he popped my cherry. It was amazing!"

"Do you think he'll let me sleep with you two?"

"I'd pretty much count on it. He may be older than us but he's a virile horny man."

"This is sounding better all the time." Moose replied with a grin.

We heard the door bell and knew that the pizza was here. We almost raced each other down the stairs and I led Moose into the kitchen. We got there at the same time Master was carrying in four large pizzas. He set a box in front of Moose, one in front of me and then placed Moose's other one on the counter before returning to the table to sit down with his own pizza. Moose and I had already opened the lids of our boxes and were eagerly waiting to eat. Once Master opened his box and grabbed a slice out of it we took it as a signal to dig in. Moose grabbed a slice and shoved the whole thing into his huge muzzle, chewed twice and swallowed. I knew just what was coming. Moose grabbed a second piece and was ready to repeat the process.

"Whoa! Slow down and enjoy your food. It's not going anywhere." Master said just like he had chided me the first time I ate here.

"I'm sorry Sir." Moose said turning his eyes down to the table.

Master reached over, put his hand under Moose's muzzle and made him look him in the eyes. "I'm not mad. I know there is a lot of stuff you're gonna have to relearn. You have to learn that your not on the street any more. You belong to me and it's my responsibility to protect you and provide for you."

"Yes Sir."

Moose tried to eat more slowly, and after he finished the first pizza he did slow down somewhat. During the meal Master talked about what was expected of Moose and what the rules around the house were. Moose didn't reply much because the was busy scarfing down as much pizza as he could. Then Master asked, "So what did that bitch Dolores do to you while you were in the Shelter? You gave us the quick version in the car, now I want the details."

Moose explained all the things she had done in detail. How she was always pointing out how they were going to die, how they were worthless abominations, and how she withheld food from them and gave it to the four leggers.

"I have some reporter friends that would love a story like this. They were all friendly with Bruce and they think the lack of rights for anthrodogs is barbaric. This may be just the thing to sway people's opinions. But we'll give you a couple of days to settle in before you have to talk to them."

Moose finished both of his pizzas, Master finished his and I finished half of mine. Since there were no plates to put in the dish washer it only took me a minute to clear up the table from our meal. Master had gone up to his room and we went up to see what to do next.

"Well Moose. It's time for me to examine you to see what needs taken care of. Stand right here in front of me with your feet shoulder width and your paws behind your back." Moose complied. Master was a tall man but Moose, being six feet eleven inches tall, towered over him. "On second thought get down on your knees while I examine your head." Moose responded immediately.

Master went through the same routine that he'd gone through with me. Well there was one difference, he made Moose kneel in front of him at first so he could examine his head. Which left Moose's massive head level with Master's crotch. Master hadn't had a chance to shower after we had sex this morning since we had to rush to the shelter to rescue Moose. He still had the smell of our coupling on him. If my sensitive nose could smell him faintly from here, Moose's senses had to be completely flooded. A quick glance down confirmed my guess. Moose's massive sheath was already at half mast and still growing.

Master reached over to rub Moose's ears. Moose let out an audible moan and his dick jerked at Master's touch. I doubt that he'd ever felt the loving touch of a man that cared about him before. The Johns that we serviced didn't count, they didn't care about us and that makes all the difference. I know that I'd never experienced it before I met Master. It was what we all craved deep down inside.

"You like that huh?" Master asked as he continued to rub Moose's ears.

"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!" Moose replied.

"Just relax. There's no need to thank me for touching you. I enjoy it as much as you do." Master said gently. I found that hard to believe, he couldn't possibly feel the bliss that we felt when he touched us.

He put his hand under Moose's muzzle and tilted it up toward his face. "OK handsome I'm gonna check your teeth." He pulled Moose's lips up and checked his teeth. "Open your muzzle." When Moose opened it Master grabbed his muzzle and tilted it from side to side so he could see all his teeth. Master let go of his muzzle and said, "You've got a bit of plaque build up. We'll have to make an appointment to get them cleaned. I'll show you how to use a toothbrush later." He paused for a moment and said "Why don't you stand up for the rest of the exam?"

Moose stood up and Master ran his hands all over his body. "You've got some muscles under all that fur. If you start working out with me we can turn you into a real monster."

"Do you like muscular dogs?" Moose asked.

"I find them incredibly sexy. Bruce was built like a brick shithouse..." Master paused for a second and got a faraway look in his eye, it was obvious that he was thinking about Bruce. But he quickly snapped out of it. "I'll tell you about him later..."

Then Master ran his hand down to Moose's belly and started to rub it. Moose started to whimper like a puppy. Master chuckled and got down onto his knees in front of Moose. "My you're big all over aren't you?" He said as he cupped Moose's balls with his left hand and wrapped his right hand around his sheath encased doghood. He skinned back the sheath exposing his red rocket. "We are gonna have some fun with this!" He exclaimed as he stroked Moose's eleven inches. Pre was drooling out of the end of Moose's cock and down over Master's hand.

He pulled his hand to his mouth and tasted it. He smiled then coated his hand with more of the pre before he reached between Moose's legs and then lubricated his tailhole with the pre. Moose's tailhole instinctively opened up. It was something all of us had bred into us, the desire to surrender to a master. Master was soon working over Moose's prostate with his finger and with his other hand he guided the head of Moose's cock to his mouth. He was working the sheath up and down the base of his cock and bobbing on the end of it with his mouth. I knew just what he was feeling, Master was an expert at sucking cock. And having him massaging your prostate was enough to make you blow your load all by itself.

"Sir I haven't cum in a week, if you don't stop I'm gonna cum..." Moose said as his eyes started to roll up into his head. Master just continued stroking him and when his knot started to form he left the knot in the sheath and gripped the base of it through the sheath as he continued to suck. You could see Moose's huge balls jerk up as he started to cum into Master eager mouth. Moose started to get a little weak in the knees and he put his paws on Master's shoulder to steady himself.

Master pulled up off of Moose's doghood and stood up and asked, "So did you like that?"

"That was the best I've ever had." Moose blurted out then shut his mouth out of embarrassment. Moose had plenty of experience in receiving blow jobs, many of our johns wanted to blow him because of how huge he was. But he was still a bit embarrassed about his past.

"Look I know you were a prostitute, there is nothing to be embarrassed about it. You did the only thing you could do to survive. I will never hold that against you. But from now on if I catch you with anyone other than Runt and I, I'll be very disappointed..." I was sure that Moose felt the same as I did, I'd rather die than disappoint my Master.

"You don't have to worry about that Sir. If you become my Master I would never have the desire to go elsewhere."

And with that Master pulled Moose's head down to his for a kiss. As experienced with sex as Moose was he was as inexperienced at kissing as I had been. Johns might be willing to suck dog cock but most were not willing to kiss a stray anthrodog. Master's lips mashed up against Moose's massive muzzle and his tongue parted his lips to try to gain access to Moose's muzzle. Moose got the idea quickly and was soon surrendering his muzzle to Master's tongue. But soon Master's tongue retreated back into his mouth and Moose's tongue chased it back into Master's mouth. After about a minute they finally broke apart.

"Wow! That was awesome Sir." Moose exclaimed when they broke apart.

Master just smiled and said. "With a little practice you're gonna be an excellent kisser. But I think now we all need to take a shower."

"Can we all take one together Master?" I asked eagerly.

"That's the plan." He replied with a leer.

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