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A good master does well to indulge the wants and desires of his pets, be that tying one up and leaving him out for anyone in the house to use; locking one up on request and keeping the key on him at all times; thoroughly marking one front and back, then later on the tongue and under the tail; putting off showering for an extra two or three days so a rather scent-fixated one can bury its muzzle between his legs and almost bring itself to orgasm just from inhaling; bringing one to a shuddering climax by swirling his tongue in, around, and on that pet's foreskin, never actually putting his lips to flesh; or by purchasing special equipment to better satisfy a certain one's want to be treated like a puppy.

Ikrit had been a good and loyal pet for a long while, first being introduced to his master - a tall, authoritative deer named Zim - through being a pet of another pet of the deer's then transferred to him, starting things out between the two fairly quickly. Ikrit, a pitbull, had long since gotten used to serving the needs and wants of a master, and as such had an easy time doing the same for Zim. It wasn't too complicated of a relationship, but still, it was a close one, and quite enjoyable as well.

The day was a cool and rainy October one when the order for this new equipment was put out; until then was a collar, leash, and rubber facemask, but this third one obstructed easy access to the pup's mouth, so that one wasn't used so often. Zim figured that he'd put off telling Ikrit until the equipment arrived, to preserve the excitement of the surprise and also because he knew that, being a good puppy, the dog would want to try it out right then and there, just as Zim would expect him to.

Sometimes Zim woke up to the hungry nuzzlings between his legs of a pitbull who had already gotten into his puppy gear and, even that early in the morning, was still eager to serve. Most of the time Zim would let him, remembering that, as a master, it was his duty to give his pets what they want, even (or especially) if that was to bring him pleasure. Really, the whole thing usually turned out to be a win-win, so he couldn't complain.

Other times he'd be lounging on the couch watching a movie or playing a game or something by himself or with other pets, and Ikrit would come over and sit next to him, or lean on his shoulder or in his lap and fall off into a soft doze - and that was nice, too. Everything didn't have to be about sex; some of the most memorable moments of being a master didn't involve that, though of course he hardly ever refused the opportunity unless he just plain didn't feel like it. Ikrit enjoyed cuddles, and often Zim would take advantage of that to satisfy his own liking of cuddles as well; often the two would snooze on the bed or in the hammock outside beneath the shade of a pair of somewhat tall fruit trees - one of these aforementioned 'memorable moments' occurred when a fruit dropped out of the branches and landed on the middle of Ikrit's chest, causing him to oof gently and then jerk awake with a rather bemused expression on his face. Laughter took hold of Zim so firmly that he couldn't get a clear answer out to his question of "what the hell just happened" for a solid three minutes.

Perhaps some of Zim's other pets were a little jealous of the relationship he had with the orange-furred pitbull, especially considering how suddenly he'd shown up and how quickly that relationship of theirs developed. Zim really did try his best to spend an equal amount of time and attention among all of his pets (since there were others, less than in the past but still), but there wasn't much he could do when some of the pets showed declining interest in their status. The more, the merrier, he used to say; now, though, he realized that having less allowed him to focus his attentions more on the few that he really valued.

A rainy October day when he'd ordered the things, and then a fairly warmish late October afternoon when those things finally arrived. Most of the others still had things they needed to be doing at this time of day, so as such the house remained fairly quiet with the only noises at any given time being the whispering of the wind outside, a murmur of conversation or music from one of the TVs left on, or the soft whirring of the AC unit. Zim hoped that he could make his away around to his room without running into the pitbull, again thinking about surprising him - just imagine his face when he'd open the door of his room and see his new puppy gear held in Zim's paws!

Maybe he'd strip down naked and present the new things to Ikrit like that. That might be fun... however, there was always something about having one of his pets pretend to be a feral puppy nosing at the bulge at the front of his pants. He'd ordered this new equipment from a bit of a hidden source and had had to jump through a few hoops in order to purchase from them, but thought it'd be worth it after seeing their stunning 97% approval rating among customers, with all of the negative reviews asking that they make the info about the equipment's special effects more accessible.

So on top of the high quality of the merchandise... Zim tried to remember just what all the description said while running a knife over the tape keeping the box shut... they came with some special something-or-other that most other puppy gear didn't, which would also explain the very slightly ludicrous price of it. Zim had a pretty good idea of just _what_these so-called effects had in store for the pitbull (because, like any good online shopper, he did his research and read several reviews from many sources and blah blah blah) and felt fairly certain that Ikrit would enjoy it. After all, all the deer had told him was that he'd decided to order something online for him that he'd be interested in.

The gear itself came in a sleek black box inside the outer brown cardboard one, padded on all sides with the standard bubblewrap; the interior box itself bore nothing except for the company's logo in slightly lighter ink (Zim had to tilt the box against the light to see it) on the top and then a small warning on the bottom in white, which read Do not use for extended periods of time (for longer than 3 hours) as effects will become permanent.

Probably wouldn't have to worry about that. After opening the odd black box to be sure that everything arrived in the expected condition, which it all did, the deer took it up in his arms and started to head out of the room and down the hallway to where he expected Ikrit to be; if not working on a job (he was a mechanic, and often took his smaller projects back to his room to work on) or one of his other personal projects, he'd likely be either engrossed in a video game or just waking up from a nap... Zim peered into room, as the door stood slightly ajar, and found Ikrit sitting in the middle of the floor with a pile of metal parts pushed off to one side and a video game controller in front of him. He hadn't heard the deer push the door open, and jumped a little when Zim said "I have something for you..."

He turned, saw the box, wagged his tail, and then looked back up to his master. "Is that-?"

"Why don't you come see for yourself?"

Zim sat down on the edge of Ikrit's mattress with the box held in his lap. The pitbull stood up, padded over, and then opened the box, all the while Zim watched his face and felt himself break into a small grin at his pet's reaction. "Oh wow," Ikrit muttered, "this is... collar, handcuffs, another collar, a third collar... what is this?" He lifted a long strip of leather with a hook on either end.

The deer grinned wider. "Tail raiser. One side hooks to this loop you put around your tail and the other hooks to the back of your collar."

"And these?"

"Those?... Oh, those are... I don't know the word. You put them on your paws to make them look... like... paws."

Ikrit tilted his head.

"Like - feral dog paws. No fingers. You know."

"Jeez, thanks, master, this is great... when can I try it all out?"

"Why not right now?"

The way his eyes lit up at hearing that... Zim was glad he hadn't said anything else. He didn't even bother standing up to go close the door to the room - Ikrit just seemed so excited; his tail wagged and thumped against the floor while he fiddled with the leather cuffs and collars and everything - before he started tugging his shirt off, knowing exactly what getting into puppy gear would do to the pitbull. This time, it'd be a little different than all the others, too - that was the true surprise of this.

Ikrit felt himself getting more excited in a slightly different way, especially as he pulled more of the leather gear over his fur and buckled or strapped them tight. The collar had cute little metal spikes on it, things that he'd accidentally pricked his fingers on when putting it on; the cuffs were of smooth leather and slid and fastened like little belts for someone with an impossible skinny waist; he struggled with the weird tail-collar for the other end of the tail-raiser, and eventually gave up on it; and then he managed to only wiggle his paw into one of whatever the last things were, the things that restricted the movements of his fingers... he had to get his master to help him with the other one, and he did it with one paw while undoing his belt with the other.

Usually it took a little bit of time to get into the puppy mindset, but even here getting these things on, Ikrit found himself to be sliding into the simpler state of mind already, where all his worries and thoughts fell away and just left him eager to please his master. In fact, even after getting everything else on with only one paw restricted, the front of his body almost felt physically heavier so it was harder for him to remain upright, so that he wanted to get down on all fours already... Zim wasn't even ready for him to be a puppy yet; his pants were still on. Then, once his other paw had been zipped up as well, Ikrit fell down to all fours and looked up at his master from between his legs, tail swaying back and forth behind him - he hadn't been given a command yet, so of course he couldn't do anything. Like any other good puppy, he had to wait until he was told.

"There's one thing more," Zim said, and reached over to the box again - strange; these words had floated in through one of Ikrit's ears and out the other, entirely passing over recognition in his brain, but he still got the general idea after tilting his head and watching the big deer move things around. Then he lifted out what looked to be a loose bag of stitched leather with a strap around one side, and - Ikrit was so excited, he was wagging his tail! But he didn't know why! He just felt like a puppy, and puppies wag at everything!

"A muzzle," the deer explained, gently tugging Ikrit's head forward to put it on. It was cool against his fur, and the scent of leather washed into his nose... "To go on your... uh... muzzle. I don't know, I think it's usually for species that aren't already canine, but - it's part of the illusion, right? And, it has a hole in the front, for easy access..."

As soon as he'd tugged the fastenings tightly closed, Ikrit could feel something else about him changing - not just the usual shift in mindset, but rather a realigning of his whole thought process. He stopped looking at things and recognizing them for what they were, instead only recalling that, yes, those are things, and yes, they're in the places that they are; the color slowly fell out of everything, but that didn't worry him at all - in fact, that just made him more excited, because he was supposed to be a puppy and that was what he was supposed to feel, as a puppy.

It was his master's expression that excited him the most, though, and made him lift up onto his hind legs to lap at his face - but Zim pushed him back down with a paw to the pup's forehead and said something in a tone of voice that told him to wait, even if he could no longer understand the words. He was taking his sweet time in sliding out of his pants, too, and it took all Ikrit had not to bound back up to the edge of the mattress and help him, since recently he'd gotten a bit of practice with tugging down pants zippers with his teeth...

...and then he felt the leather of his gear seem to get looser and looser, which worried him - had he already strained it too much and torn it? - but when he tried to ask Zim about it, when he tried to voice his worry, all that came out was a quick and high-pitched bark. His master lifted his eyebrows in response, and momentarily paused unzipping his pants.

"Did you want something, puppy?" he cooed, leaning down towards Ikrit. The pitbull again tried to lift himself up off all fours but couldn't - as the leather continued to get looser and then felt to disappear completely, as if he'd never been wearing any of the gear... and not only that, but Zim's face also looked to be a bit farther away considering that he was leaning over with his elbows on his knees, and that he continued to move away - or maybe Ikrit was getting closer to the floor...?

It was a strange sensation that coursed through him, and one that gradually increased in intensity until it suddenly stopped - and by then, nothing else really coursed through his mind other than his master's sly smiling face a distance above him. This was like all the other times he pretended to be a puppy, but something about it this time made it so much more: for example, there were no other thoughts rumbling around in the back of his mind, his tail kept on swinging back and forth and felt considerably shorter than he was used to - as did his arms (front legs?) and back legs too; and each time he tried to speak, all that came out was a little woof, or a soft bark, or a yip; when he tried to stand up, he just kind of rocked back on his hind feet and then tumbled back forward onto his front paws, which - when he looked - no longer bore the cuffs and covers, but rather were actual... little...

...Zim grinned down at the pitbull between his legs. That was the so-called 'special effect' of this puppy gear: it turned the wearer into an actual puppy. Ikrit seemed to be none too bothered about this, as the deer had expected: he was hopping from side to side, sticking his rear in the air and wagging his tail, and making little yippy noises of play at his master, who reached down and scritched behind his ears.

However, this rather drastic change in size provided a bit of a complication: now that Ikrit was an actual legitimate puppy, he probably had no desire to continue what he was certainly about to start had this change not happened. Still watching the puppy, Zim zipped his pants back up, but his smile did not fade from his face: Ikrit still seemed to retain one interest of his, and that was nuzzling up against his master's feet. The little pitbull nipped and gnawed on the end of one of the deer's shoes, at one point even hopping up on top of it; Zim just picked him up by and set him next to himself on the bed for a moment while he leaned down and took both of his shoes off, then let the puppy back down.

Ikrit set right to work, resuming his original preoccupation of nipping at the top of Zim's foot, dragging his teeth along through the short fur when he couldn't latch his jaws onto anything, spattering little drips of his puppy slobber around... it was a nice feeling as well as one that the deer had grown to enjoy quite a bit over time, enough that he soon wished he hadn't bothered zipping his pants back up. Whether Ikrit knew what he was doing or not, Zim didn't know and couldn't tell; however, there certainly appeared to be something about the deer's feet that attracted the puppy, given the somewhat intense attention that he paid to them, every now and then bouncing from one to the other and then back again as if to cover the same territory on each with his tongue and nose.

Warm, moist puppy tongue - that felt really nice, especially when it pressed into the soft, sensitive flesh between Zim's toes and then curled around the toes themselves. Broad, flat, mostly smooth but with very faint ridges or bumps or something... Zim tugged a pillow close so he could lean back against it, and closed his eyes. He made sure to lift his foot up a little so that Ikrit could move on from the top and between the toes to the slightly more sensitive underside, where each contact with anything caused him first to twitch slightly, before the tickling sensation turned to one of a slightly warmer sort of pleasure.

A lot of that came from the sensation of cold puppy nose first snuffling at the underside of his foot, which then gave way to the same warm tongue from before - and he knew how much Ikrit liked it, too. He always did. There was nothing holding the pitbull to continue servicing his master's feet other than that he wanted to, which could easily be determined from the excitement shown in his wagging tail... and then Zim noticed, after the puppy had again clambered up onto the top of his foot, that there was another fairly strong sign of his pet's enjoyment, rubbing gently between the deer's toes.

Sure, he was young, currently in the body of a feral puppy that could be likely no more than a handful of months old... but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself, right? It was tough to manipulate his toes at this angle, but Zim tried a little more, and definitely felt a small, moist cock slide out of its sheath against the flesh between his toes, the heat of it much noticeable among everything else. Being a puppy, the spurts of pre that shot out of the end of his length over the top of Zim's foot and against the front of his lower leg were small and intermittent, but he still though he could feel bits of it; Ikrit's attention to softly licking and gnawing at the presented foot had fallen considerably, and now instead, the puppy's hips jerked unsteadily forward and back as if unsure why he was doing what he was.

It took another moment to work himself into a comfortable position to help the puppy with his intent, where Zim could move his toes back and forth over the slick surface of the pitbull's cock while the dog himself continued humping forward and back while at the same time halfheartedly nuzzling into the fur of Zim's foot. He could feel small little shivers and twitches run through the little puppy's body, increasing in intensity and speed at times and then suddenly dropping off at others, both of these usually associated with more spurts of pre.

I'm the master here, Zim though, and brought his other foot over to nudge Ikrit's head and muzzle back down - instead, however, the puppy had a different idea and looked up at the underside of the newly presented foot, and decided to focus the attentions of his tongue on that one, which got Zim himself all shivery and panting slightly, now straining against his pants which had seemed to grow quite a bit tighter than when they'd first started this. His foot was starting to get tired, too, which only cemented in his mind that he'd have to do this more often to prevent that; however, if he stopped moving his toes, Ikrit took up the rhythm (which he was now more comfortable with) and continued humping, his small knot having taken form and felt like it was preparing to swell up.

Each thrust forward into the deer's foot brought the feeling of first soft, supple sheath against the bottom of his toes, followed by the puppy's hanging sack, and then again and again. This reminded Zim of so many of his other pets: he'd get them into the mood or push them far enough, and then they'd be so engrossed in the pleasure and the desire that they didn't seem to notice or care at all when he stopped, and would carry on all on their own... there once was a male otter who enjoyed bottoming so much that sometimes all Zim had to do to get him in the mood was bend him over and press up under his tail, fully clothed, and in a matter of minutes that otter would be holding Zim down on his back and riding him with his paws on his chest for balance... he didn't see much of that otter anymore (shame), though he _did_still turn up every now and then...

The relationship between master and pet was one based on mutual enjoyment and love. What Zim had with Ikrit very clearly showed both of those, as he kept the underside of one foot presented for the puppy's enjoyment as well as his own with the other positioned to maximize the pet's pleasure. He enjoyed feeling Ikrit's humping and shivering body, enjoyed watching him go at it and seeing the expression on the puppy's muzzle in between long licks up the bottom of the foot... he had thought that Ikrit would like this new form of his, and it looked like he was right. Now, he could use the puppy to satisfy his own wants afterwards, as a sort of trade for allowing him this; the hard cock in his own pants straining against his fly could not go unattended for long.

After what seemed like only a few minutes more, during which Ikrit had ceased licking and instead only pressed his muzzle against the underside of Zim's foot, the puppy's thrusts picked up drastically in speed and twitchiness and then stopped entirely with one final one, where Zim could feel the somewhat-clear outline of his knot push past the flesh of his toes and 'tie' with him, throbbing with each little jet of clear cum over the fur of his foot. He let the puppy slouch over him for a moment, then gingerly lifted him up on his foot, careful not to hurt him, and planted a kiss in the orange fur of the pitbull's forehead.

"That's a good puppy," the deer cooed, and grinned when Ikrit weakly wagged. He looked like he was ready for a nap. "Wanna go to sleep, hm? I think I'll just take care of this..." ...he lowered Ikrit to his crotch, where the puppy leaned forward and sniffed at the tent in his pants... "...and then join you..."

By the time he'd finished (Ikrit had perked up a little and offered a helping tongue at one point), more than half of the time warned on the box had passed, but that didn't worry Zim so much. He felt certain that Ikrit wouldn't mind too much at all to find all of his worries of life erased and replaced by those that came with being a feral puppy, which had to be very few.

Besides, even after reading all of those reviews and instructions, he still wasn't fully sure how he'd go about removing the gear even if he'd wanted to, after seeing how it had melded with Ikrit's body in his transformation... Zim picked up the box in which the things had arrived, closed it, and set it back onto a shelf before lying down with the puppy for his nap.