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As I woke, I had fleeting images of dreams I knew I just had, but it was impossible to hang onto them. I tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but realized I couldn't move an inch. My hands trapped in the leather paws, wrists bound to my neck and legs spread apart by a bar. At least I had been rolled onto my back and a blanket put over me at some point. I opened my eyes...

Ah, right. I saw a predatory grin and crystal blue eyes a half inch from my trapped muzzle. I tried to speak around the dildo he had put in my maw but was unable to produce much sound at all.

"Mmmm, waking up to you all bound and helpless is VERY enjoyable," He purred and then set about stroking my chest and stomach. I swallowed as I felt his claws slip around my fur and stroke down to my flesh. Soon his hand was on my trapped shaft, squeezing it. My eyes clenched shut and I felt like I could cum in just a second of that teasing. Unfortunately, despite being bound up and both holes stuffed, I wasn't able to get off.

Wait. These are good things?

"You like being my pretty little puppy, don't you?" His voice echoed around the room like it did in my head. I nodded. Of course I did. My nod was rewarded with another firm squeeze.

"Good girl. Well, time to get back to training you. I can't stand how hot you look," his voice was like melted butter mixed with pepper; lustful with an edge of spicy, anxious need. To my dismay, his hand left its place between my legs and up to the muzzle he had put on me. He then removed it and the replica of his cock before taking hold of my collar.

I let out a bit of a yelp as he unceremoniously lifted most of my weight up by the pink band about my neck, then turned me over. The spreader bar between my legs caught the sheets and caused them to mostly fall off the bed, leaving both of us naked.

He then lowered me, now face-down, putting my mitted hands (still tied to my collar) on either side of his hard cock. My muzzle opened just in time; though to be honest it was due to shock more than a desire to please him. "Mmmmm, yes, good girl, make your Master cum quickly..."

The praise made me want to do nothing more than to please him. I crushed my tongue hard at the tip before shoving it down his length. He gave a throaty purr as he fed me a wave of pre. I tried to spread it around his shaft, but again found it very viscous. My attempts still pleased him and he fed me another wave.

"GOOD girl, that's right. You know your place, don't you? You WANT to be a good girl and do as you're told. Your Master has told you to please him before walkies, and that's what you're doing, aren't you? Being a good little bitch? You WANT to, unnnnn," He fell silent as my efforts doubled at his words. Oh I DID want it. I wanted it so badly that I had no room left in my brain for anything else. He fed me a few more globs before I felt his hands on the back of my head, trapping me there so he could make sure I sucked down every jettison of his seed. It was ambrosia.

"OK, Princess, get yourself off my cock," came his throaty purr.

I struggled to obey but it was impossible. He twisted around, moaning a bit as he watched me try but was unable to comply.

"Such a slut, look at you wanting your Master's penis so badly!" He chuckled at his own joke before picking me up by the collar again, then slipping backwards and setting me back down on the bed. "OK, time to let you out of your bindings."

In a moment, I was free of everything (except the collar and silicone chastity device) and sent off to the shower. 'Walkies' wouldn't happen today as the work crew could potentially show up early. I was also left to shower by myself which left me feeling a little lonely.

When I was done, I saw Master had laid out clothes for me yet again. I didn't remember us buying these. There was a pair of pink satin panties, a pair of girls jeans that looked a size too small, a pair of pink plastic shoes and a long-sleeved pink shirt with a picture of a kitten embroidered onto it. I sighed and didn't even bother protesting and donned the clothing as best as I could. To button the jeans took some work and the shirt was now obviously meant for a little girl as it looked painted on me, even with my slender waist.

I wandered downstairs and found Master was already moving supplies around in the garage. "Awww, you look adorable." He stopped what he was doing and came to me, hugging me to his strong frame. He swept paws over my back as he continued, "You're just a little girl, but hopefully you'll be able to help your Master work today, right?"

"Yes, Master," I whined. I did NOT cherish the thought of a bunch of construction guys seeing me like this.

He chuckled and cupped the rather obvious bulge in these jeans, giving it a tight squeeze that surged pleasure through both body and brain. "A very nice, obedient little girl. That's what you are, isn't it?"

I moaned and nodded.

"Say it," He growled loudly down at me.

"I am Master's obedient little girl!" I said it louder than I meant to, shivering as I blushed.

He just grinned and let me go. "OK, help me free up the wood, they'll want to work on framing first..."

We worked on it for about half of an hour before the first truck arrived. Two wolves that looked rather similar to one another stepped out. Master seemed to recognize them both.

"Rick!" The driver called out as he approached the snow leopard. "Good to see you again, guy, what have you been up to?" He then glanced over at me, grinned a bit, before looking back at Master. The other wolf came up and gave me a once-over look and grinned rather mischievously at me and did NOT break the stare. I swallowed hard and stared at my shoes.

"Same old stuff. Nothing very exciting. I'd like to introduce my girlfriend, Alison," the snow leopard beamed at me.

Alison? I let out a nervous laugh and waved.

"What about you two?" Master asked.

The driver shrugged and explained that work had really picked up. "Been working 10 to 12 hour days. And actually, was going to see if you'd be comfortable with us just doing this job. I don't want you thinking we don't like your help but I have four more guys that are coming. I've already split the work up and could get most everything done by the end of the weekend. But we will be working til 9 each night. That ok?"

Master looked concerned for a second. Both wolves looked over at me as they waited for an answer. The passenger grinned even more toothily at me. I think I actually squealed.

"Yeah, alright. I'll take my little princess here on a trip and stay out of your way," He grumbled, obviously making an air of being put out by the request.

The driver slapped Master on the shoulder and laughed, "Did you WANT to mud and tape? We can stop any time?"

They all laughed and soon were talking shop. I awkwardly stood there until they were done. Master grabbed my hand and started leading me into the house, "Come on, little one, time to pack your bags."

I blushed and decided to take the opportunity to just get away as fast as possible.

"Nice to meet you, Alison!" The passenger called out. I winced as Master stopped.

"Go on, princess, give the nice wolf a hug..." He commanded me.

What did I do to deserve this? The wolf looked like he was going to rape me. He obviously loved the humiliation as much as the cat did. I approached him and opened my arms and he lifted me up in a tight hug, that toothy grin not leaving his muzzle (which was dangerously close to my own). He finally set me down and I all but ran to re-join Master, taking a hold of his proffered hand.He took me upstairs and pulled out a couple of pieces of luggage and set them on the bed. "Huh. Didn't expect this. They should have called me. Well, what do we do with you, huh?" He looked at all of the bondage gear and dildos laying around. "I need you to clean up the toys while I pack for you, princess. Go on, get to it!"

I nodded and obeyed, but really didn't like the thought of him packing for me. I tried to keep an eye on him but the bathroom didn't have any direct line of sight. By the time I was done, he was already done, sitting on the bed and grinning at me.

"I know what I am going to do with you. We're going to a small town over on the coast. Would you like that, little puppy?" He seemed to be genuinely interested in my response.

"Um, actually, yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Will any hotels be available though?"

He patted me between the ears, "Let the grown ups think about those things. And look at you using such big words!" His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned at me devilishly.

I nervously laughed. Was he telling me to behave like a kid? I just remained silent for now. He planted a kiss on my muzzle before picking up the bags, "OK, come on."

After double-checking with the wolves that they understood every possible detail, we were on our way. We passed by another pickup truck that likely held two more of the workers. I was curious what we'd come back to. What could they do in just a couple of days?

The drive was actually rather short. Master spent much of it speaking to someone about the construction on his cell phone. I didn't follow much of it as it was rather technical. It was getting rather obvious he had been in that line of work before.

I was very nervous when he pulled up outside 'Glamourous', a place moms took their girls too before they had family photos and the like. "OK, girl, let's make you real pretty. You'd like to be pretty for your Master, wouldn't you?"

I swallowed as hard as I felt my cock try to become, the sound echoing in the cabin of the truck before I got out. He took my hand and took me inside.

We walked into a dizzying amount of streamers and puffy balls dangling from the ceiling. The walls were striped with alternating pink and white. Crystals seemed to adorn every object. A very old looking vixen sat behind the counter and looked at us with obvious confusion but a genuine smile. "Welcome to Glamourous. Uh, you, um, seem like first time visitors to our spa?"

Master nodded and pointed to the (thankfully empty) chairs that lined the front window. "Go sit down, little one."

I sighed as I obeyed, now out of ear shot. I watched as they chatted and I looked around as much as I could, but light curtains separated the back space from the front lobby. I could see that there were at least a couple of other workers milling about though. The vixen kept looking over at me, squinting, then smiling and speaking rather energetically.

I didn't like this.

Master came over and held out his hand, "Come on, time to make you a real princess. You want to be a pretty little princess, don't you?"

The vixen was behind him, looking genuinely excited for me. I took his hand, saw the look he gave me, and said out loud, "Yes, I want to be a pretty little princess." I even managed to say it without gritting my teeth. The vixen gave a cackle of glee before re-taking her place at the front desk while Master pushed me through the curtains.

The place was straight out of a girl's cartoon. The colors were extraordinarily bright, everything was pink or purple, lace was everywhere. We were definitely the only males in attendance, and there wasn't any 'customer' there that was over 8 years old I would guess. I decided I wanted to speak with Master in the lobby and suggest we not do this, whatever 'this' was, but his grip on my hand just clenched down and he continued to drag me forward. Soon I was introduced to 'Ms. Linsty', my 'beauty consultant'.

Ms. Linsty looked completely unphased. She gave a small smile and pointed to a grooming chair that sat in front of a large mirror decorated with flowers and kittens. I sat down and was, for once, happy about being small. She spun me forward to look at myself before proceeding, "Princess package, I hear. What a lucky little girl you are..." She said with a slight grin. She reached over me to grab a pen-like device. "Close your eyes, sweetie, and don't move..."

I did as I was told, last thing I saw was Master obviously enjoying this. I felt pressure on my bottom eyelids first, then the upper ones, then very gently along my eyes opening. "Keep them closed. That needs time to take," Ms Linsty instructed. I then felt my hands lifted up and she began playing with my finger claws. Then my paw pads. Then my hind paw claws and pads. After about 10 minutes, she let me open my eyes again.

I was actually shocked. She hardly DID anything and the image in the mirror looked female to me. She had apparently just dyed the fur around my eyes but it somehow made a major difference. Or perhaps I just was so used to my own look that anything different made it 'someone else' and the little girl clothing made it an easy leap of logic.

I looked down to see my already-pink claws had a polish on them making them shine as if they were liquid. I turned my hands over to see my paw pads had been softened (they were already pink naturally, of course). I wasn't sure how, and maybe I didn't want to know.

"Now follow me," she said and wandered further into the pink emporium.

She lead me to what looked like a changing room. She pulled open the (light lavender) curtain. "Step in, remove your clothing, then go through the door to the second chamber. Holds your arms out in front of you and close your eyes. You'll hear two beeps and on the third the jets will start. Just hold your breath and keep your eyes closed for fifteen seconds. Then don't put your arms down for one minute. And that's it!"

I turned to protest but saw Master already glaring at me. "Oook," I whined and complied. After disrobing, I entered the second chamber. It looked like a many-headed shower with a small drain in the middle. The walls were actually rather beautiful; a random mosaic of pinks and pearlescent white tiles.

A loud 'beep' brought me to my senses and I quickly took my position. A few seconds later and the second followed. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes tight.

"This better be good..." I grumbled and waited. I felt a blast of air from my right side, then it slowly spun around me. Soon it was back to where it started and shut off. I stayed put for at least a minute, maybe two, then finally opened my eyes.

I wasn't surprised at all.

All of my white fur, that on my stomach, chest, arms, legs up between my eyes, my tail tip and the insides of my ears were now a very light pink. What had been my tannish-cream fur was now a solid, darker pink. I let out a very audible sigh. I patted it to see if it came off but it had definitely dyed the fur and any excess must have been blown away.

I put my little kid's clothing on with resignation and stepped out.

Ms. Linsty and my Master both stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "What... what is it?" I started to get scared.

Master chuckled and shook his head. "You'll see soon enough."

Ugh. I'm sure I would. In fact, I was lead back to the chair. "OK, just need your signature before we pierce your ears," Mrs. Linsty handed me a clip board and a pen.

"Why not?" I sighed as I went to take a seat, but then saw myself in the mirror. I did NOT recognize myself whatsoever. Kids were dying their fur all the time nowadays, but adults? On rare occasion and usually only here or there for decoration. I twisted my head this way and that, not believing it was me. A mixture of fear and panic set in rather quickly. This was going too far...

The clip board was pushed into my hands as I sat down. I swallowed hard, having a hard time not looking at the strange version of me gawking at me, but numbly put my signature on the page. Ms. Linsty didn't waste time and in under a minute I had 2 piercings per ear, small pink crystals in gold studs in place. I didn't even feel a thing, though my brain was so numbed I wasn't even sure if I COULD feel pain.

Ms. Linsty opened a drawer and pulled out a tiara (obviously just aluminum with chunks of plastic as crystals) and put it on my head between my half-bent ears. "I hereby proclaim you as Princess Alison, your majesty," She added quite the bow into the show and stepped back, releasing me from this prison.

Master held out his hand, "Princess?" He was grinning absolutely evilly, but I took his hand. Soon we were back in the truck and Master slipped a paw over to my scruff and half-gripped, half-massaged it.

"You were a very good girl in there, weren't you?"

I nodded numbly. His paw kept massaging my scruff, occasionally tugging. "You're my good girl, aren't you? You like being good. Now your outside matches your inside, a very good, obedient girl. That's what you want to be, right? You want to make your Master happy..."

His voice echoed around again, but it helped. My heart slowed and my back relaxed. Soon it felt as if he was having to hold me up by his grip. Then I felt his other hand press against the trapped bulge in my jeans. I let out a gasp.

"Tell me what you are," He growled softly as both hands worked at each points on my body.

"Your good girl, Master..." My voice came out of me without my even realizing it.

"Again..."

"I'm your good girl, Master..."

"You like being obedient, obeying my commands, no matter what they are..."

"I like being your obedient girl, Master, no matter what..."

I felt an orgasm coming on, my breath starting to catch in my throat. Just a few more seconds and I would have finally gotten release but he knew when to stop and I was left aching with need. He grinned mischeviously before leaning over and kissing me for a few seconds.

"OK, let's get to the hotel. I hope I can make it..." He grinned evilly at me. "You will get a reward for being so good in there, princess."

My heart jumped and my cock throbbed. "Th-thank you, Master!" I immediately assumed it meant I'd get to cum but soon realized last time it was just his cumming in me.

I immediately recalled it, feeling it jetting within me. It filled me, and then he kept it in my body by shoving... oh my... I moaned thinking it WAS a great reward.

The hotel wasn't too much further along. It was definitely nothing special, except for the fact it was within a short walk of the beach. We brought in our luggage and I had hopes we'd get right to the sex, but wasn't prepared for the beast Master had become. He growled loudly at me, but with a wide grin, and gripped the shirt.

"Eep?" I looked down just in time to see him tear it right apart. Like an actual girl I went to cover my chest. What was I thinking?! He then turned me around and lead me to the foot of the bed. His hands reached around and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. "Step out of your shoes, bitch," He grunted.

I did as I was told and soon had the jeans tugged off of me, panties (that were rather soaked) going with them. He then pushed be forward so I had to brace myself on the bed. He pushed one leg away from the other until I had to lay my entire weight down on it. He then stepped back and I heard the unzipping of his own jeans followed by the unzipping of one of the bits of luggage. I panted as I waited for him, hungry to be bred. I felt him push that familiar goo into my ass, but then he didn't waste a second. No toys, no stretching. Master pushed his cock in me, spreading my ring open. He buried himself entirely, then held it there.

I moaned, gripping the sheets as my body got used to it. "Tell me what you're thinking, bitch..."

I blushed, whining. A spank immediately followed it. "Yip! I want Master to mate me!"

He spanked me again. "Humiliate yourself for me. Admit more..." His throaty purr dove into my mind and swam about. "Tell me what you want, girl..."

I moaned, melting under him. He started to slowly pull out, those barbs sending waves of pleasure through my body. "I want to be your obedient pet, to serve you sexually as much as possible. I want you to dress me up any way you want and be powerless against it. I want..."

He shoved forward and let out a mixture of a growl and cry. I felt his cum spill in me a moment later. Already!? But then I felt a second wave and my disappointment washed away, drowned in the sensation of his viscous seed marking my insides.

He dropped down, pinning my arms near the shoulder and bit my neck firmly before bucking at my trapped body again. My own orgasm was right there, waiting for ... something. I moaned out loudly, wanting that release. Another wave. Another wave. He kept bucking for what felt like half an hour before finally collapsing on me.

He pushed forward and squirmed around. I whined, wanting to beg for release, but it also all still felt so good. He licked at my cheek and I turned to kiss him. His tongue felt so good despite it being so raspy.

After a little while, he finally pulled out and smiled down at me. "Good girl, VERY good girl. Roll over."

I was on my back, his cum slowly dribbling out and onto my tail, exposing my trapped cock to him. Here it comes!

No, instead he just leaned forward and stroked my chest and stomach. "Did you enjoy that?"

I nodded energetically, "Yes, Master, very much. But when do *I* get to cum?"

He chuckled, "When you know you've truly served your Master, your brain will give you the best orgasms you will have ever felt. You did wonderfully today, but my little bitch needs to keep getting further into her place. She needs to really surrender to her Master." He held out his hand to help me off the bed.

Instead I took hold of it and licked at it feverishly, begging between licks, "PLEASE, Master! I'll do anything!"

He laughed and held his hand still. It was a wonderful sounding laugh, not an evil one. "Yes, you will. Now behave yourself or I will need to punish you. Go shower while I get your clothes laid out. We will have a nice dinner when you're done."

I let go of his hand and felt as though I could cry, but obeyed.