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Hmm, what to say? If you likey, leave a comment and I'll continue the story faster than I normally would. Leave this place if you are under 18 or offended by any of the keywords listed (although, I don't know how you could be offended at plot development). I definitely suggest reading the other parts first, as this won't make much sense otherwise. The last chapter didn't have much yiff, so I promise that there will be more this time. Enjoy.

Really Horny? Want to paw off right away? Just push ctrl+f and enter this (no quotes): " I was about to knock" it will take you right to the steamy parts, but you'll need to read the rest of the story to understand other chapters. Once again, Enjoy.

Ding Dong!

I woke up, but kept my eyes closed while lying there, enjoying the amazing feeling that I just experienced. Another fantastic orgasm. I could still feel the cum slowly dribbling out of my penis.

Ding Dong!

I opened my eyes slowly, and my gaze turned to the phone. My master had hung up. But why did I have a master? I didn't ask for one. I didn't really ask for any of this.

Ding Dong!

"Oh shi-the door!" I stood up and ran to the door. After opening it, I saw a grey sloth holding a clipboard and a large envelope, dressed in a red and yellow DHL uniform. It wasn't at all flattering.

"Are you uh," he checked his clipboard, "Michael Jacobs?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Need you to sign this," he handed me his clipboard. I took it from him, yanking the pen from the top and putting my signature on the first open line. I offered it back to him. "Looks like you had some fun," he said, looking at me semi-hard dick still dripping with cum.

As a human, I would have been embarrassed, but as a lion, I gleamed with pride and simply said "Yeah, I sure did." He handed me the envelope, and walked away back to the truck. Out of curiosity, I stood and watched the sloth get in, shift into drive, and burn rubber away from my house. Wasn't expecting that...

I closed the door and tore open the envelope. There were two sheets of paper, one was a typed letter, and the other a business reply envelope. I looked at the letter first, which said:

"Mr Jacobs,

I would first like to congratulate you on your eighteenth birthday, and I sincerely hope you having a pleasant experience. This morning, you had something like a dream. I assure you, it was completely real. Everything that you have experienced today is something that every person goes through on their eighteenth birthday..."

It mostly reiterated what Shane told me, except for the last two paragraphs.

"You might be wondering how you will be able to carry things in your pockets or bags. As a male, you probably keep many of your personal belongings in your pockets. Naturally, as anthropomorphic creatures, we don't wear clothing unless certain situations require it. However, every morning, each person must dress their human form, or they will appear nude to anyone under 18. You can access anything in your pockets by concentrating on your human form, then you will momentarily be in your human form, in which you can access anything in your pockets. After you are finished, just concentrate on your anthropomorphic form to return to it. Unfortunately, bags must be held normally because they are not confined to the body.

"One last note: just because a person is of the same species as you or your friends does not mean they can always be trusted. We encourage you to express the same amount of caution toward a stranger regardless of their species. We also would like you to fill out the survey on the opposite side of the letter. This information will not be shared with anyone else besides our department. Again, I wish you a happy birthday.

"Sincerely,

Patricia Marino

Initiation Supervisor Zip Code 85132"

I turned the letter over and read the blanks: name, e-mail, sexual orientation, species, etc. I filled it all out and came to the satisfaction portion. There were 4 statements, each with the numbers 1 through 5 next to them. First:

"My initiation was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Strongly disagree-1 2 3 4 5-strongly agree." I circled 4; in the end it was great, but there was unnecessary fear. Second:

"My initiation was a sexually exciting experience. Strongly disagree-1 2 3 4 5-strongly agree." I circled 5; that was a no-brainer. Third:

"I feel that the species that I became as a result of the initiation is perfectly accurate. Strongly disagree-1 2 3 4 5-strongly agree." I circled 5 again; I loved my lion body. Fourth:

"The fetishes that my initiation featured were accurate to my wishes. Strongly disagree-1 2 3 4 5-strongly agree." Fetish? There was a fetish part of it? I didn't remember any fetishes as a part of my initiation. This statement left me extremely confused, so I left it blank.

Having finished the survey, I folded it into thirds and stuffed it into the reply envelope. I threw it on the table to mail it tomorrow.

I went back to the couch to think about what happened. First, I had a 'real dream' where I was raped by a tentacle plant and immersed in liquid that transformed me into a lion, then I was enslaved by a wolf and ordered to have sex with a lioness of whom I never learned the name. Then, I woke up and learned how everything worked from my friend Shane. I went home and came to terms with myself and my true lion body. I get a phone call from the wolf and he orders me to jack off, which I do. Somehow, I fell asleep, and woke up only to get a letter from some "Initiation Supervisor." I filled out a survey that left me more confused than when I started. This is too much, I need to relax, or at least talk to Shane.

I got up from the couch and concentrate on my human self. I looked down, and there were my jeans that I put on this morning. They're so...uninspiring. I pull out my cell phone and dial Shane's number. He picks up with a standard "Hello?"

"Hey Shane? It's me, I was wondering if we could talk for a little while again."

"Sure, man. But can we go somewhere more fun or something? Not that I don't like the roof..."

"No, I get it. I need to rest, too. How about bowling?"

"Sure, do you want to see if Mel and John can go?"

"Why not?"

"Cool, see you at seven, then?"

"Ok."

"One more thing, Mike. What possibly could have happened in half an hour that you need to talk about?"

"It was only a half an hour since we talked? Wow, well, I kind of took a nap, and I guess I didn't lose track of time."

"Yeah, for once. See ya." He hung up.

When 6:45 rolled around, I locked up the house, left a note explaining where I was for my parents, and drove to the bowling alley. When I arrived, all three of them were standing outside. Shane, it turned out, was a wolf. In a way, I expected it from the little that I saw in the afternoon, and the more I thought about how he acted as a kid the more sense it made. Melanie, who I met when I was a freshmen, was a tiger. Again, it made sense from what I knew. Her tall, dominant personality and unusual love of sports were uncommon among girls at school, which is probably why we became friends so quickly. John, who was only 17, was still just a human. He wasn't smart, but he was clever. Probably clever enough to have figured this whole thing out already.

I got out of my car and walked towards them. Mel was looking stunned at me, probably my new lion body. "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me that today was your birthday?"

"I don't like to spread it around. Too many possible embarrassing situations."

"That's OK, I get it. Don't want any entire-class renditions of 'Happy Birthday.'"

Shane looked at us and said, "Hey Mel, why don't you and John go get us a lane? I need to talk to Mike for a bit."

John poked in and teasingly said, "Why? Are you two planning a date? Gonna get some make-out time in before you totally suck at bowling?"

Melanie shook her head and went inside, I almost hit John as he went by, but let Shane do it. If I hit him with my muscled arm, he might have been bruised for weeks. After they were gone, Shane said "So what's up?"

"You know that urban legend about the initiator who hypnotizes his uh, people?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I got him."

He stared at me in stunned silence. After a long pause, he said "Shit, how was it different from a regular one?"

"I wouldn't know, I only had one. But I'll just tell you what happened. The first time he even mentioned control or obeying was right before the plant appeared. He told me to look in his eyes, and I did. Then, I got all relaxed and cooperative, but he told me it was just a distraction and I turned around and there was the plant."

"But the plant still grabbed your arms and legs, and balls and nipples and stuff?"

"Yeah, but there was also two more tentacles that went in my ears. It was his voice. He told me to let the pleasure control me."

"That's some creepy stuff, man. Did you still go into the plant?"

"Yeah, but I could hear someone talking in between, er, 'throbs'"

"Don't worry, I get it. What did they say?"

"I didn't know it then, but it was say stuff like 'you will obey your master.'"

He looked even more amazed, if it was possible. "Wow...What happened when you got out of the plant?"

"I saw him standing there, and he showed me my new body, and then said...uh..." I definitely remembered the wolf saying something. It was only a few words, but they were what put me under his control. What are they?

"What did he say?" Shane asked.

"I can't remember."

"Well, that's probably for a reason. Must be some kind of trigger or something. What did he look like?"

I sighed, almost not wanting to say it, "He was a wolf, pretty much the same size as you."

He frowned. "It's tools like that who give us wolves a bad name. We're not all like him. It's probably bound to happen, Wolves and foxes are some of the most common species. You know me, I'm a good guy right?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I don't think its you. But that's not it. He told me to go and have sex with this lioness lying on the floor. So I did."

"Shit! You're not a virgin? Well, maybe it doesn't count because you were under his control. Why was there a lioness on the floor anyway?"

"I don't know, she was probably under his control, too. We really enjoyed it though. I guess I'm not really a virgin anymore, though. He released his control a couple seconds before I came. I feel...kind of guilty about it."

"Well, you did finish it..."

"Then, he told me to sleep, and I was still 'in' the lioness, when I just kinda slipped away into a nap. Then, you woke me up."

"Wow, that's pretty crazy. And you haven't heard from him since?"

"Well, sort of. Remember when I called you? Right after I hung up, he called under a private number and said those words again. He told me to jack off, talking about how I should associate sex with obeying."

"Dude, I think it worked." He gestured at my crotch. My penis was sticking about an inch out of my sheath. Damn, just talking about it makes me horny I must have orgasmed at least 3 times in the last 24 hours, how could I be horny? "Yeah, well, that's it."

"That's pretty demented, man." I saw him blink and look at his wrist; he must have been checking his watch. "We better go inside, we've been out here for 10 minutes."

We both walked inside, and I was shocked to see so many anthros in one place. It was rare to find an 18-year-old at school, but a bowling alley had them in spades. And I could see what Shane meant. At least a quarter of all the adults in there were foxes and about a fifth were wolves. Mel and John had grabbed a lane near the right side of the building. When we got closer, she said "What took you so long? I drank almost 3 cokes while you were out there! Oh, I got you guys your shoes." She pointed to two sets of bowling shoes next to the scoring console.

And so we bowled. 2 games at 25 minutes each. John won the first one, and Shane won the other. Melanie placed second in both, while I, struggling to find a ball that was heavy enough and had finger holes to fit my new hands, got dead last at each. At the end of the second game, we realized we only had about 5 minutes left in the hour. I suggested "If we start another game now, then we can keep going without having to pay for another hour."

Both John and Shane declined, complaining about homework. John left quickly, but Shane lingered to remind me that "I'm here for you, man. Don't worry about it." After he left, Melanie started the game, and we battled with an end result of me losing to her by 10 points. She said that she needed to go use the bathroom so I went to go return the shoes.

After almost 12 minutes of waiting next to the counter, I headed towards the restroom to see if she was alright. This wasn't a shady neighborhood, but it's always nice to know if friends are OK. As I walked closer and closer, I became more afraid something happened to her. I was about to knock and ask who was in there when I heard an all too familiar voice. "You've awoken, haven't you, Michael?"

My eyes lost focus once more as I awaited instructions from my master. "Yes master, I have awoken."

"Good, follow me." I turned around to see the wolf walking away from me. Not wanting to displease him, I followed quickly. He approached the birthday room, a smaller, more private area of the alley, and walked inside, closing the shutters on the only window. I entered the room just after him.

Inside stood Melanie, her face blank and waiting. "Stand next to Melanie." I did so. I watched as the wolf took the only table and chairs and slid them to the door. He then took one chair away and placed it in the center of the small room. "Melanie, sit in the chair and spread your legs." She slowly walked over to it and sat down, legs wide open. "Now place your hands behind the back of the chair. Good, when I release you, you will be unable to move your arms or legs. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master." She said. The wolf turned his gaze to me, "Michael," he said in his deep, commanding voice. "I want you to kneel in front of her." I must please my master. I complied. "Good, you can easily see her vagina. The more you look at it, the more you want to please Melanie. You want to give her all you can orally, and the more you service her, the harder you become. The only thing you can think about is sucking on her. Go."

I immediately immersed my mouth in Melanie's crotch. First, I lightly licked her clitoris, teasing her of what was to come. I thought I heard my master release me, but it was Melanie's order instead. I could hear her trying to move her arms and legs, but it was fruitless. Foolish Melanie, trying to resist our master. I continued to lick her vagina and slide my tongue in and out. It seemed like she was yelling at me, telling me to stop, but I could not disobey. I became harder and harder. Soon, Melanie started moaning in time with my movement. She began asking questions, but not directed at me. They must have been toward our master. She stopped speaking altogether after a short time, listening to master and enjoying my services. I was moving my tongue in a horizontal motion across her entire area.

Suddenly, I heard "Michael, I want you to stop." I withdrew my mouth from Melanie, and leaned back on my feet. I knelt there, waiting for instructions from my master. My penis was standing straight up, entirely out of its sheath.

"Melanie, have you awoken?"

Her face went blank again and she sat obediently. "Yes, Master."

"Melanie, get out of the chair. Michael, get in the chair." I stood up, slid over and sat down. "Put you hands behind your back. Now, when I release you, you will not be able to move your arms or legs."

"Yes, master."

Master walked over to Melanie, and whispered to her "Kneel in front of Michael. You can see his penis. It's very long and hard. The more you look at it, the more you want to take it in your mouth and pleasure him. You must give him everything you can muster. The longer you keep his penis in your mouth, the more aroused you become. Go." She leaned forward and began to lick the lower area of my dick. Master walked over to me and said "I release you."

For the first time, everything came back into focus. I couldn't really remember what I was doing here, only that I felt my cock being pleasured by something. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they wouldn't budge. They must be tied to the chair. I looked down and saw my friend Melanie licking my cock from base to tip. "Mel! What are you doing!?"

"She's following instructions." It was a voice that was fearfully familiar. The wolf was standing in front of me, behind Melanie. "She's doing what she was told, just like you did a few minutes ago."

"What?"

"You pleasured her the same way she is pleasuring you now. You were following instructions as well."

"Melanie, stop! Please!"

"She won't listen. She only obeys my commands in this mode. I'm shocked you don't recognize my voice, Mike. It's surprising what a little white lie and an octave lower can do." It can't be. Not him. He sounds nothing like him. Then, he abandoned the lower, more commanding voice to prove to me what I feared. "Come on, Mike. You know I'm there for you buddy."

That voice belonged to one person: Shane.

"Shane...but how?" I could still feel Melanie on my dick. She had started to lick the tip of it.

"You know I'm an office aide. This morning, I was going over your file with the counselor, when I found out that your priority fetish was mind control. Naturally, I volunteered to be a trainee initiator for your case. I lowered the pitch of my voice and guided you through the process. I told you that it was an urban legend so that you wouldn't talk to people about it. I called by my cell phone by blocked number right after you hung up this afternoon. I even acted surprised when you finally told me about it."

Melanie had moved on to begin sucking on my cockhead now. It was getting much harder to concentrate, but I pressed Shane with more questions. "Why? Why did you want to do this? How did you get Mel? Does she know?"

"I did the same thing for Mel. Her birthday was only 2 weeks ago, you know. I wanted to tell you both at the same time. I did this... because my fetish is voyeurism. I have a kind of addiction about it." He sighed. "That's what I want to talk to you about. Your file listed mind control as your fetish. Your plant was bred specially for mind control. Some people like oral or anal, but yours is mind control. I found it strange that the same thing happened with Melanie. Both of you enjoy being controlled, having your will shaped. Think about it."

I did. Every time I was put under, I ended up with an amazing orgasm. Every time, I felt an amazing sense of acceptance. Every time, I felt fantastic.

Melanie had started to push my cock farther in her mouth. It was extremely hard to keep focused on Shane, the pleasure was so overwhelming. "It's true. I do enjoy it."

"Good, now. I want to make you a deal. I want to be your master, and you and Mel would be my servants. Mel has already agreed to this." I looked down at her, now at least 5 inches in her mouth. I began speaking in bursts trying to get past the pleasure."

"How... would we... ooh... stay friends... in all this... can you make me for...unh...forget it somehow?"

"I would tell your mind to disregard any information you know about your master until you are triggered to obey, which you will remember my name, species, etc. "

I thought about my friend, then I thought about my master. They were two different people. Two people in the same body. "I agree."

"Cool," his voice then lowered again, "Michael, have you awoken?"

My eyes once more glazed over, and the pleasing of my master was the only thing that went through my mind. "Yes, Master, I have awoken."

"Melanie, stop." She pulled my penis away from her mouth, and went back to kneeling. "Now, Melanie, lie down face up with your legs spread wide." She fell onto her back and opened her legs, exposing her vagina, still wet with my saliva. "Michael, I want you to come and fill her. Let it all loose."

"Yes, master." I stood from the chair and leapt forward to latch my arms onto Melanie's and began pumping. I pushed harder and harder. Foreplay had gone on long enough. We were both finally being satisfied. She complimented my thrusts by hugging my cock and twisting on it. We were getting closer and closer, and I thought my master could sense it.

"I release you both."

My mind cleared, but not enough to make me stop pumping. Melanie didn't protest, either. We were both too far into it, we both desperately needed it. Then, at the same exact moment, we mutually came. I stopped pumping, leaving my cock inside her. Cum streamed from my dick, pushing into Melanie's body. I laid my head down on top of her. My mind began circling with questions: "Why did I keep going? Why didn't I stop myself? Why didn't Mel stop me?" Suddenly, I heard the voice again.

"Both of you go to sleep, I'll take care of things."

My eyes slowly closed, and after hearing the words "Mrs. Jacobs, You need to pick up your son..." I quickly drifted off to sleep.

To Be Concluded