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Author's Note: Once upon a time, a man told me he wanted to turn me into a pet, and that got my filthy little mind spinning. What would it be like to be someone's pet? Would I get a cute little collar? A leash? Would he prance me around in front of everyone and have me do tricks? Anyway, that turned into this little fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do ;)

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The busy, bustling downtown streets were decorated with twinkling lights and paper lanterns. Kiosks selling food and merchandise lined either side of the road. It seemed like the entire town had come out for the Moonlight Festival. Amara, a busty raccoon in a short, flowy dress, weaved in and out of the throng of people, thriving on the excited energy around her.

She came across a thick crowd of people that seemed to form a tight circle around someone. She could hear a man's deep baritone voice booming over the whoops and hollers from the crowd, but she couldn't make out what he was doing. Using her small stature to her advantage, Amara ducked under elbows and slid between other people until she was standing at the front of the crowd.

She saw a tall, muscled wolf with midnight blue fur standing in the middle of the opening. He wore a classy, fitted petticoat and held an obsidian, circular pendant in one hand.

“Who wants to be the next to experience the exhilarating effects of being spellbound?" he asked the crowd with a mischievous grin. He pointed to several people in rapid succession, as if asking them nonverbally if they wanted to be his guinea pigs. Finally, a stag stumbled forward. The pint of beer in his hands sloshed down the side of the cup as he moved toward the wolf.

“That's my good man," the wolf cheered as the buck stepped up to him. The wolf held the obsidian pendant up in front of him, and Amara watched curiously as it began to swing back and forth in front of the stag. After a few seconds, the stag's head began to involuntarily sway back and forth in time with the motion of the pendant. “It's such a pretty pendant, isn't it?" the wolf mused.

The stag nodded with no hesitation. His head bobbed back and forth, back and forth, and Amara found herself mindlessly following along from her spot in the crowd.

“It would be so easy to just fall asleep right now," the wolf said with an exaggerated yawn. The stag nodded his head again and yawned almost immediately after the wolf did. To her surprise, Amara found herself yawning as well. “A fellow as handsome as you must have a name," the wolf continued.

“Lyle," the stag mumbled, barely audible over the whispers in the crowd.

A smile twitched at the corners of the wolf's muzzle. “Tell me, Lyle," the wolf said, his deep voice growing softer. “Thinking for yourself is just too much effort anymore, isn't it? It would be so much easier just to listen to my voice and do whatever I tell you to, wouldn't it?"

Amara felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her heart rate quickened as she watched Lyle nod his head yes without ever looking away from the pendant. The wolf stood at least a half-foot taller than the stag, and he leaned forward just enough so his velvety smooth voice slithered right into Lyle's ear.

“I bet you'd enjoy getting on your knees for me right now, Lyle," the wolf cooed. “Show me how cute you are when you're looking up at me. Get on your knees for me, Lyle."

A brief hush fell over the crowd as the stag obediently lowered himself to his knees. He rested his weight on his back hooves as he looked up to the wolf with a blank stare, seemingly waiting for further instruction.

Lyle's friends began laughing and snickering loudly. One of them called out for him, which seemed to break the stag out of his reverie. He shook his head, his antlers nearly swiping at the wolf in the process, then quickly clamored to his feet. He hung his head in embarrassment as he shuffled back to his friends, downing the rest of his beer.

The crowd erupted in cheers again, clearly enjoying the show. Amara couldn't take her eyes off the wolf or his pendant; how did he do it? And so fast! That stag didn't hesitate at all, and he was ready to do whatever the wolf wanted. She found herself intrigued; surely these people were just playing along with him. Mind control wasn't really possible.

Just as she had managed to convince herself there was nothing more here than good showmanship, the wolf's blue-grey eyes met her own. He didn't say anything to her, but his eyes seemed to have some kind of power over her; she stepped one paw in front of the other until she was in front of him in the middle of the crowd of people.

The smirk on the wolf's face made Amara nervous, but something rooted her to the spot anyway. “You may be my most beautiful volunteer of the evening," he said in his rich voice. He turned away from her and looked to the crowd. “Don't you think she's beautiful, everyone?"

She heard cheers and whoops, mostly from what seemed to be male voices. She didn't look around to investigate though; she was afraid if she saw the crowd from this vantage point, she'd run back off to hide in it. Instead, she focused on the wolf in front of her, who turned back to her with a growing smile.

He held up the pendant again. “I want you to look at this pendulum and listen to my voice, okay?" he said in a gentle tone. “Don't worry about anybody around us. It's just you and me and this pendulum right now. Can you handle that?"

Amara felt his words surround her like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. She watched the obsidian pendant sway back and forth, and she found herself following it with her eyes. As she watched it, she felt a lightness in her brain, as if she'd been drinking all night. The noise from the crowd faded into the background until she couldn't hear it at all.

“That's a good girl," he cooed. She felt her heart jump at the praise and she nodded without thinking about it. “You remember your name, pretty girl?" he asked. “Can you tell me what it is?"

“Amara." She felt her lips form the sounds and heard the word as it filtered through the air, but even her own voice sounded airy, distant, like it was traveling along the wind to get to her. The lightness in her head started to give way to a thick, heavy feeling. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she could feel them start to droop.

“Amara," he repeated in a breathy voice. “Pretty name for a pretty girl." She felt his paw under her muzzle, lifting her face to look at him. His blue-grey eyes seemed to transform, turning into a repeating pattern of blue and grey rings. “All you hear is my voice, now, isn't that right?" he asked her.

She felt her head nod yes. All other sounds had been muffled into nothingness, but his voice was clear, low, and rich.

“Good girl," he said in a gentle tone. “Now, do you think you can tell me your darkest fantasy, Amara?" he asked.

She felt lost in his eyes, transfixed on the colored rings that seemed to almost glow as they moved. “I want to be someone's pet." The words tumbled out of her mouth half-slurred.

His smile stretched wider and he continued to cup the end of her muzzle with his paw. “Would it make you happy to be my pet tonight?" he asked in a voice so low she barely heard him.

Amara nodded her head excitedly. Her heart jumped and she felt heat rise into her cheeks in anticipation. She grinned at him, her smile droopy like her eyes.

He moved his paw to the top of her head and scratched at the base of her ears. “That's my good girl," he said. “My pet is going to have some training tonight, okay?" He waited for her automatic nod before he took a step back from her. “Pets don't wear clothes," he said. “How about you take off what you're wearing for me like a good pet?"

The raccoon moved without hesitation. She lifted the hem of her dress over her head and dropped it on the ground next to where she stood. The chilly night air hit her now-exposed breasts, and she felt her nipples harden. She slipped her lace panties down her legs and dropped them on top of the discarded dress. Finally, she slipped off the sandals on her paws. Now fully nude, she turned back to the wolf and his mesmerizing gaze.

He greedily drank in her appearance, feeling a slow tightening in his trousers. Her breasts were full and supple, and the curve of her hips created a cliff he would gladly jump off. He composed himself and looked at her, hunger still brewing deep in his abdomen. “I think I should teach you some basic commands," he said. “How about we start with 'sit.' Can you sit for me?"

She nodded her head excitedly again, eager to please him. Amara dropped to her hands and knees, resting her bottom on her back paws. She looked up at him, ready for her next command.

He reached down to scratch her head again. “Good girl, you mastered that one so fast," he praised her. “Now let's try something more difficult. Can you get on all fours for me?"

Amara moved her body until she rested on her knees and hands, with her bottom in the air, pointed away from him. She looked back up at the wolf with a smile.

“That's it," he said appreciatively. “Now wag your tail for me."

She obediently started to wag her tail, moving her hips side-to-side. Her back arched ever so slightly as her heavy breasts swayed beneath her.

“What a good little pet you are, Amara," he cooed. “Now, I need you to spread those beautiful legs for me, okay? I want to see what's between them." He couldn't keep the hunger out of his voice, but at this point, he didn't care. He watched in delight as she contorted her body again until she was sat in front of him with her legs splayed wide open. His eyes immediately darted to the supple pink flesh between her thighs. He felt a low growl rumble in his chest as he forced himself to look into her eyes again. “Pets this beautiful should be in heat. Can you feel it building in you, Amara? The need to be fucked, to be bred? It's so strong it's almost overwhelming, isn't it?"

The raccoon felt heat rise to her cheeks and her breath felt heavy. She realized she was panting, her mouth was hanging open and a steady line of drool was dripping onto her naked breasts. She wanted to rub her legs together, to put some kind of friction down there, but every time she moved to close her legs, he would tell her to keep them open. Finally, a desperate whine escaped her mouth. “Please," she begged. “Please, I need relief."

The sound of her pleas made his pants strain even more. “I think you've earned some relief," he agreed. “Go ahead, pet. Touch yourself for me. Right now."

The crowd she couldn't see anymore watched with rapt attention as she reached her fingers down to her dripping wet pussy. She plunged two fingers deep inside of herself while she maintained eye contact with the wolf. Her other hand rubbed at her clit while she pumped her fingers in and out of herself. Her moans were audible to the surrounding crowd but were drowned out by the festival around them.

As her thrusting grew faster and her moans more strained, the wolf swallowed hard. He had to maintain control of the situation, even if all he could think about was sinking himself to the hilt into that pussy of hers. “Remember," he said to her, “good pets don't cum without permission." The strangled moan of desperation that erupted from her throat in that moment almost broke his concentration completely.

“I can't stop," she said as her fingers thrust in and out even faster. “Please, I don't want to stop." Her cheeks were tinged pink under her creamy fur and sweat dampened her face. Her breaths were shallow and fast, making her breasts bounce as she continued to fuck herself.

“Don't stop," he said simply, taking in the sight in its entirety. Several male members of the crowd had their hands in their trousers, and many of the women had either left or were transfixed on the scene unfolding. “In fact, not only can't you stop, if you cum without permission, you're going to wake up immediately. And this is such a fun dream we're having here, isn't it?"

She nodded, but he wasn't sure any of his words registered with her anymore. She was so deeply lost in lust it radiated off her in waves. He took a deep breath and felt almost intoxicated by the amount of pheromones in the air. He wanted her to cum, wanted her to wake up surrounded by all of these people. He wanted to keep her as a pet, and she had to get used to putting on a show if she was going to be his pet.

She felt a tightening deep in her abdomen and she knew she was seconds away from an explosion. She tried to keep it at bay, but the need to cum overwhelmed her. “I'm sorry," she said before the orgasm ripped itself from her throat in a scream. She felt herself gush, leaving a small puddle beneath her.

As she caught her breath, the thick, muffled feeling in her head rapidly cleared. The sounds and smells of the festival came rushing back to her and her eyes flew open in confusion. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at her. She looked down, yelped, and began frantically searching for her clothes.

A familiar paw cupped her muzzle once again and she felt her face being guided to the wolf's. After seeing his eyes again, still in those undulating rings, she immediately felt calmer. “Go ahead and get dressed," he said in a gentle voice. “But I don't want you to feel any shame, okay? Feel proud of how much entertainment you gave these people tonight. Can you do that for me, Amara?"

She nodded her head without understanding why, and all of her embarrassment slowly melted away. She slipped her clothes back on and turned to face the crowd. When she saw how many of the men were still pleasuring themselves, she felt pride build in her chest. She gave them a coy smile and a quick curtsy before turning back to the wolf.

“You have a choice to make now," he said to her in a voice low enough only she could hear it. “You can go back to your boring life and never have another night like tonight, or you can travel with me as my pet and have a night like tonight every night for the rest of our lives." He looked her up and down one more time, drinking in every curve of her body. “I think you'd make the best pet if you're up for it."

Amara didn't feel the weight of his influence when she gave her answer. She looked up at him with eager honey-brown eyes and nodded her head. “I want to be your pet," she said.

He grinned and scratched her on the head. “That's my good girl," he said. “I think we're going to have the best time."