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BEEP

"Ugh.. it can't be 9am already.." Bailey would mutter, running his large paw through his yellow mane.

BEEP BEEP

"Five more minutes.." The large doberman bull argued, rolling over in his bed and burying his muzzle into his pillow

The alarm would not allow this. BEEP BEEP BEEP

"FINE." Bailey roared, flopping out of bed and onto the floor.

Now out of bed, the hulking dobull could commence his morning ritual. He would walk over to the ensuite bathroom, looking at his scruffy hair in the mirror before running it through with water. "No time to shower today" he thought to himself "already late, gotta go." Bailey finished 'washing' his mane and hair, and quickly brushed his teeth before pattering to the dresser slowly moving through the morning haze. He would pick out his clothes for the day. Underwear, a purple pair of briefs capable of fitting his canine member. A pink t-shirt slightly too tight for his muscular form brandishing a black paw print in the center. Jeans, nothing fancy today. And to finish the ensemble a styling pair of soc- Bailey began to panic as his claws cut a hole through his socks. He began to frantically flip through his feet coverings to find they had all been cut, torn, ripped or otherwise damaged. This was it. His morning ritual was interrupted and now his whole day was set off course. Without a complete outfit how dare he show his face to the world. This simply would not do. Bailey picked his phone up from the nightstand and texted the person he was supposed to be meeting.

"Sock emergncy hope u understand" His date responded "Are you serious?"

Bailey was deadly serious. As the canine-bovine continued to get ready he considered his options for sock replacements. Bark's.. No.. too blue collar.. He would decide when he got to the mall. All dressed up and ready to go Bailey began to put his shoes on. He would wear his backup boots today, they were warmer and would compensate for the lack of socks. Bailey was also quite worried about stinking up his good shoes. As with any fur with large footpaws, musk was a constant concern for him. Regardless, he pulled the massive boots over his paws, tightened them and began the trek to the mall. The heat outside was scorching, and there was no wind to be heard. This was going to be awful. 10 steps into the hour hike he could hear his paws squelching in his boots. As the musk built up the dobull could only think of how he would burn these boots once he had found something to cover his feet.

The air conditioning of the mall's interior felt amazing on the hybrid's dripping fur. He wiped his paw across his forehead, whipping a considerable amount of sweat from his brow and onto the floor. He was not envious of furs with heavier fur on days like this. As Bailey's heat blurred vision began to focus he saw the myriad of stores in front of him. The large figure began to walk through the mall, getting occasional intimidated glances from some of the shorter furs in the area. This was commonplace, most people see the doberman and ignore the bull. Bailey pondered his genetics for a moment before reaching the door of just the kind of store he was looking for. He entered, to be greeted by a black wolf rocking a green mohawk and a comically large spiked collar. Bailey didn't have time to come to terms with the canine's bizarre appeal before realizing he was staring.

"Er.. Sir? I said can I help you?" The canine spoke

"Huh? Uh.. oh yeah! I should be fine, just looking for some socks." Bailey shook his head.

"Oh alright, just over there."

The canine turned to point at the undergarment section and Bailey took a moment to study the worker's form further. He was muscular, this was clear even through the uniform. Strength was important to Bailey. The nametag on the uniform read "Ember". Cute. Bailey took the canine's instructions and walked over to the socks section, beginning to idly flip through the designs. Stripes, polka-dots, none of these had the oomph Bailey was looking for. But, then again, Bailey had never considered any of those in the first place. He turned his gaze towards the canine who was folding shirts, placing them in neat, uniform piles on the table in front of him. "He looks miserable" Bailey convinced himself before walking over to Ember once again.

"Hi! Ember was it?" Bailey did his best to put on a nice voice

"Er.. yes sir. What can I help you with?" The canine's voice trembled slightly

"Ah well, the changing room door doesn't seem to close properly, I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at it?" Bailey was quite talented at making up lies on the spot.

"Oh of course!" The canine said before stepping behind the counter, pulling out a worn screwdriver and approaching the door in question

Now was Bailey's moment to strike. He hyped himself up and entered behind the canine, looming over him. It took a moment for Ember to realize the situation before turning around, looking up at the dobull. "Er.. door doesn't seem to be uh.. Broken sir." Ember trembled slightly

"Oh." a devious grin set over the dobull's face "Must be a - mistake"

On the last word Bailey spoke he pinned the canine against the wall, his warm breath coming quicker now as he began to get excited.

"SIR" the canine's voice cracked "What are you doing?!"

Bailey made sure to keep the canine pinned, bringing his own body against the smaller wolf's before monologuing "Well, socks are hard to come by in my size" Bailey would glance down at his large, sweaty boots. "So I've had to resort to well.. Other options when it comes to clothing acquisition" The dobull lifted his paws from Ember's body, pawprints of fabric were left in place of the canine's fur. He pushed down forcefully on the wolf's shoulders, the smaller body becoming even smaller as his legs and torso began to crumble effortlessly under the large hybrid's weight.

"What's happening to me?!" Ember would gasp, his voice was somewhat more gravely and less human as the process began

"You'll find out soon enough - won't be needing these" the dobull teased, while ripping the uniform from the black wolf, revealing a hard green member. "Heh, they always seem to enjoy it in the end" Bailey would say to himself over the moans of the canine.

"No! I don't want this, I just want to-" the canine's head twitched as he began to feel his face becoming numb "I just want to.. Be..worn..be...yours...." Ember's voice trailed off at the end as the previously canine features became less fur, and more fabric.

"Of course you do pup" Bailey continued, lifting the wolf up and folding him where his spine should be, instead the wolf folded in on himself, again the Dobull lifted him up, folding into himself again until he was a small pile of fur. Ember would let out one final moan before losing himself completely.

Bailey opened his paws, the canine nowhere to be seen. Instead in his hands were a pair of green and black striped socks, with small spikes around the perimeter of the top of them. "You are just adorable" the large Dobull would say to the ex-wolf "I know I should wait until I get home but.." Bailey began to take off his shoes, a pungent odor filling the changing room "You're just too stylish to wait." Bailey lifted one paw out, they were dripping as if he had just stepped in a puddle. He rubbed Ember against the base of his footpaws "You double as a towel too, isn't that precious." Bailey slid his paws carefully into his new socks, soaking them in his musk. Bailey took a moment to wiggle his toes, careful not to damage his brand new wolf-socks. The sweat collecting in his boots immediately drenched Ember as he was plunged into them. If he needed to breath he would have drowned, luckily that was not an issue. With his new shoes on Bailey walked out of the store, another cashier greeting him.

"Sorry you couldn't find what you were looking for today" the cashier spoke, dejected.

"No problem!" Bailey lied "Maybe next time"

Bailey walked out into the scorching heat yet again, pulling out his phone

"Srry about bailing, we still on for tonight?" Bailey texted "Of course! See you soon~" his date responded.

Time to get some use out of his new clothing.