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The Master's Puppies

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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It was no mystery as to why they had been chosen, two young ladies with glowing features and the shine of good health about them. Members of Team Kurenai, they were in all the headlines wherever they mattered, cutting a path across the country that would be remembered. Although they were devout and fierce warriors in their own right, there was little any of them, least of all the ladies in question, could do about the subject of speculation when it came to pretty much every aspect of their lives. Nothing was hidden and all was up for deliberation as they were torn apart and put back together again in the sole image of each and every person who scrutinised them, albeit from a distance.

But that didn't truly matter to Sakura and Hinata, the two of them standing before the restaurant in a strangely deserted little town well enough off the beaten track to be suspicious. The taller of them, Sakura, brushed her pink hair back over her shoulder, wearing her usual red tunic that lingered on the edge of the colour change where one would have had to think just a little bit harder to wonder whether it was actually a very dark, subtle pink or not. Even through the tunic and leggings, it was easy to see where her body had been toned with muscle, although her companion held herself with such rounded shoulders and a withdrawn sense of herself that it was not unusual for her to overshadowed completely by her louder, brasher companion.

Hinata pressed her lips together, weight shifted back onto her heels as much as she tried to make herself disappear into the very drab scenery. The road beneath her booted feet (old ones that Naruto had lent her and were a little too large) was dry and not even paved, clad with grit and dirt and stones that didn't seem to have so much of a place in the civilised reign of a world anymore. Her very dark blue hair, on the edge of becoming black, was tucked back in an uncharacteristically loose ponytail, fringe cut sharply across into bangs that sliced the frame of her pale face, eyes soft and yielding. Yet she was hardly a woman who would be soft and yielding when it came right down to the crux of a fight, regardless of anything else that could be taking up her attention at any given time. Why, some even said that she was as scrappy as a dog at times and she rather liked the thought of that... It made her feel stronger inside, as if she could stand up just a little taller.

The lantern swung above them, red and plastered with a word (a symbol in their language denoting language) that Hinata could have read if not for the tear in the paper, the lantern bouncing and bobbing with its jolly tassel as if it had a mind of its own. That in itself may not have been a strange thing but the breeze seemed to have died the moment they entered the town, walking through quiet streets that were well-kept in part but devoid of people bar ones who appeared to be stragglers to some big event. Who knew what was going on but it was not something that concerned them and, so, they continued on with their mission, ignoring the muted shouts and cheers. They were fixed on their goal, steps pattering down the road like little dog paws, although they could have been silent if at all needed.

After all, there were women missing. That was something to concern themselves with, not the strange celebration of a sub-culture of their country that may or may not have made sense, if they'd taken the time to understand it. Sakura frowned, poring over the map, her tongue ever so slightly poking from between her lips as if she was a dog just about beginning to pant. Hinata's lips quirked in a smile but she wiped it away immediately. Why was it so tricky to keep her thoughts on one track all of a sudden? She'd never even considered the idea that Sakura was cute before but she was! She really was... Just like a little pink puppy dog sometimes, a cute bundle of fluffy joy and yapping fury. Wouldn't that be cute? She could scratch behind her ear, look all adorable...

Focus!

She shifted, looking from left to right and back again, Hinata's gaze sweeping the panorama of the street. Nothing. No threats. She imagined her ears perking, although she didn't have the muscles with which to move them, of course not. Whereas many would have said that she was not the bravest, she still had nerves of steel when she had to call on them. And she'd had to call on them many times already in her life, sometimes to her chagrin. Those were not always the most pleasant of thoughts to linger on. Those thoughts didn't really leave her as the 'good girl' she really wanted to be. And she was a good girl, wasn't she?

Without thinking, Hinata parted her lips and scratched fervently behind her ear, fingernails digging and scraping past hair into skin. Damn, that felt good! Had she ever really had the chance to scratch before? She doubted it and panted lightly, her eyes half-lidded as she went to town on the side of her head and neck, ruffling up her hair in her attempt to get the best scratch on that she ever could have imagined.

“Are you sure this is where we're meant to be?" She somehow managed to force out, suppressing a deep groan of pleasure. “It doesn't... Oh... Oh!"

But it felt simply too good to scratch and Hinata gasped, eyes rolling back into her head as she even leaned into her own hand, needing that touch and sensation more than anything else in that moment. What was wrong with her? It felt good – too good! She could not help but pant a little too, trying to pull her tongue back as her thoughts tugged away from her hold, slipping and slithering as she craved simple sensation above all else.

Yes! Good girl! But Sakura didn't even notice her, panting lightly and shifting her weight from side to side as if there was something invisible behind her, pulling her from one foot to the other. Something like...a tail? Ah, but that was silly, what a thought to have... And yet even the thought of having a tail had her giggling and shaking her head, a dopey look coming over her face – so much so that one would have been duly understood for mistaking her for a common canine.

But maybe, just maybe...that was alright. Considering events to occur, of course. Sakura rolled her eyes, happily panting and barely looking down at the map at all anymore as something tugged at her heart, pulling her further and further from the bounds of humanity without her even realising it.

“Psh! Of course!"

Sakura scowled, although still somehow managed to maintain a pretty air to herself, something about the hold and poise of her body making her appear just like a show dog on parade. Something pretty like her, although she'd never seen a dog with pink fur. She'd rather like to have pink fur, just to show off. It would suit her just like her clothes did but, no, that was wrong. Clothes seemed wrong now too, too much for her little body, a body that didn't even need clothes at all.

Blinking foggily, she looked at the door and back down the street, tongue protruding sweetly over her lips as she tried to suppress a groan, the short, sharp breaths drawing a sudden rise and fall to her chest that by no means felt natural to a human being.

“It's right here... But it doesn't look like much? Hm? Hinata? Hinata, are you listening to me? Hinata? Hin...ata..."

But Sakura couldn't get the words out, her lips parting in a heavy pant as she whimpered and stared at the door, fixed and longing. She had to get in! But why wasn't the door open? He was on the other side, the man they'd come to find. And he wasn't letting her in! Why wasn't he letting her in? She was a good girl, she was always a good girl, did her missions... And yet missions didn't seem that important anymore, just getting to the other side of the door as she squirmed and pawed at the heavy, red-painted wood and whined and whined and whined.

Hinata was no better, falling and falling in the devastation of her own mind. Was she naked? Out in public? For when she looked down all she saw was the milky whiteness of her own body, the light curve of her breasts and Sakura standing there beside her, a whining, whimpering mess as she pushed and pawed ineffectively at the door that had drawn them in so sweetly. Her nipples perked up in the chill breeze wrapping itself around her like a lover's embrace, hips wide and her body curved as if carved from an ideal depiction of a feminine, womanly shape. Sakura was slenderer, at least by a little, and her hair brushed her shoulders, left to grow slightly too long as she wriggled and panted and heaved, breasts rising and falling sweetly.

Hinata shook her head but there was no clearing the fog from it as she, belatedly, tried to cover up her own nakedness, the vaguest sense of embarrassment – just what was she doing? – at being out in the open so unclothed clawing and pricking at the furthest reaches of her mind. But it was not that forceful and it was so very hard to cling onto any one thought at a time when things were changing, shifting so quickly that a far greater mind would have been hard-pressed to keep up with it. And, if they'd not been losing their senses entirely in the way that they knew and understood from the scope of life so far, they would have realised that they had been lured in right from the very begin, the call too strong for any woman to resist. Not even Hinata or Sakura.

Sakura may have been clothed or she may not have been: the notion of wearing something over her body, pure and pristine, was beyond the scope of her mind as she tried to focus on the mission, the need of it slipping more and more from her grasp with every passing second. Something shifted beneath their feet and the very ground itself opened up beneath them, hurling them squealing into a fate as yet unknown as the trapdoor swallowed them up as if they had never been there. And no more were the Sakura and Hinata that the world had once known, becoming something far, far more devastatingly, sweetly, prominent in the life of another.

“Hinata!"

She cried out and yet there was no one there to catch her, Sakura spinning as she flung out an arm for her 'sister' and comrade who was no longer there. Or she was there but not in sight, not close enough that her weak, soft eyes could discern the shape of her in whatever reality had overcome them. But they fell and fell – yet not to the ground. Darkness swirled and spiralled around them, carrying the panting and heaving bodies of the naked women to a realm that would see them through to their wildest dreams and darkest fantasies. It didn't matter that they were there to rescue others, only that they had now reached the cusp of their true destiny and there was nothing they could do to stop themselves from being dragged down and down and down, whimpering and whining like the very creatures they were to become.

Capture would never be their strongest moment. But it was doomed to change their fates forever.

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They could not be said to wake again: not truly. It was not waking that the realm of sleepless dreamland, a waking walking, brought to them. And neither could the two warriors ever have suspected to wake entirely naked on a cold stone floor in what appeared to be something of an underground cavern. Sakura sat up groggily, blinking as she swung her head from side to side, seeming to need to turn it far more than usual just to see what was around her, although there really wasn't anything much to see. The nightmare was only just beginning and, still, she could barely think, could barely even breathe, each little fluttering breath coming with another rolling pant as much as she tried to, shamefacedly, keep her tongue behind the soft, wet seal of her lips. Was she drooling more than usual too? What was happening?

Few would understand the life they would lead from that point on but Sakura was only just beginning to see the very start of it, looking down the length of her own naked body with a gulp and a swallow that came with yet another pant, eyes wide and staring. Only, they would not be horrors to them, oh no. To them, of course, they were being treated splendidly well, happy with their capture and new position in life, unable to remember anything of before. It was only the events that led up to that moment of pure and utter satisfaction that left the faintest sense of unease in their minds, although it was swiftly covered up by the welcoming pat from a friendly hand.

What more, after all, could a pair of such good girls possibly need?

Nothing, of course, for they would be provided for, the rest of their lives ones of luxury and sweetness. Good girls didn't have to worry about anything even as Hinata too woke, blinking suspiciously at the bare-bones cavern that they were in, a wooden door on the other side the only thing that seemed of note there. Stalagmites and stalactites rose and fell in one corner with a pool of dripping water and she gasped, eyes wide, the urge to drink, to lap up that water, rising powerfully in the forefront of her mind.

“We're..." Sakura shook her head, pressing her fingers to her temples. “We're underground somewhere, Hinata. Oh no, I'm sorry... You're..."

She flapped her hands at her fellow warrior but there was nothing either of them could do to cover up their nakedness: there was nothing at all else in the cavern besides their own bodies, of course. And being naked, to both of them, didn't seem like so much of a problem anymore, although they had not ever seen each other truly devoid of any clothing at all in the past. Moreover, it seemed natural to be there in nothing but their skin as they paced and wandered without a direct sense of purpose and aim, trying to cling to their mission and humanity with every last shred of their mindless being. There was something that they were there for but it was difficult to recall, to remember that it, actually, really did matter the most.

But his power would always be too strong to resist, the lure of a good life commanding all else, Sakura's buttocks tensing as if she was sitting before a master's chair and a roaring fireplace, happy and content in a life that she had not yet learned to lead. And would that not be a fine thing indeed to groan and lean into the caress of a master as he cared for her? She'd be a good girl for a man, a master like that – oh, she very much would!

Sakura jerked back, standing before the wooden door with her hand trembling an inch from the round handle. Where had that thought come from? She wasn't a dog, she was a human, a woman! She had never even pretended to be a dog, not even in her much, much younger days when the wiles and games of children were prone to make-believe.

You will learn.

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The thought popped into their heads as if it belonged there and they could not see it as anything else, eyes wide and shining as they panted heavily, tongues pushing out over their lips as if they were puppies wiggling with sheer, raw excitement. Little did they know just how close of a depiction that would turn out to be, in the end, but it suited them just fine as Hinata angled her cheek, eyes half-lidded as the ghostly touch of an imaginary hand caressed her face. She was right where she needed to be, so why did she need to worry? There was no worry for a good girl when she was being looked after so well, no, of course not.

Be mine.

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Yes... Sakura whined and shared a glance with Hinata, the voice ringing in their ears, even though it was not a voice that any human ears should have been able to hear. He was there, there for them, and that was all that they needed to know. He'd look after them and care for his good girls as they rubbed up against his legs and loved on him, content only to be near. It was all that a good girl needed from life and they no longer had to worry about that not being provided for them.

Maybe it was a good thing that they had gone on that mission, after all? Hinata smiled a 'doggie' sort of smile, panting with an open mouth as her eyes misted over. There was still something of a notion in the back of her mind that things weren't quite right but it was hardly prominent when she just wanted to relax and be cared for. Moreover, she wanted to play and yet Sakura was altogether being far, far too serious and work-dog-like to play with her! Why was she obsessed with that door? He'd come back... He always did.

Good girl...

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Oh, she was! She really was! But the others she'd left behind... Urgency pushed at her mind and she tried to cling to it, desperate to follow one thought through to the end of its tail, regardless of just where it led her. She licked her lips and whined, shaking her head violently from one side to the other as if she was trying to dislodge water from a pair of large, flopping ears. But she had no ears and her body no longer seemed right, the young woman even wavering simply on two legs as she fought and fought and fought not to collapse to the ground, down her rightful, natural place and position in the world.

“What..." Hinata coughed but did not bring her hand up to cover her mouth – the movement simply no longer felt natural to her. “What..."

No. No words. Good girls didn't speak, not like that. Those words were for masters, for others, but not for her. Most certainly not for her. She'd be a bad girl if she did something like that, but she could talk in a way too... The thought eluded her, dancing away almost as soon as it seemed to have been formed, running through her fingers like fast-flowing waters. But 'fingers' didn't seem to fit either and she whined, legs shaking as she fought the urge to sit back on her buttocks, 'hands' before her. Just why was it that so many things didn't seem to fit anymore? What was wrong with her? And what... There was something in close and restrictive around her neck, something that she should have already been paying attention to.

A collar around her neck. Was that right? It should...not be there? But it was right to be there. Her thoughts did not come easily and, dimly, Hinata lifted her hand, keeping her elbow tucked in close to her body as if she could not raise it naturally, whining and pawing at it with wide eyes. What was that doing there? And Sakura had one too! The pink-haired woman poked it with a shaky fingertip but did not close the rest of her hand into a loose fist as she would have normally, a tremor going through her hand. The movement didn't seem like something she could do anymore, but she could still poke and prod and try to twist and see just what was around her neck, her mind foggy and drifting in a not entirely unpleasant manner. Hinata opened and closed her mouth, tongue wiggling and waggling as she tried to speak, throat tight and unyielding as something even more potent still closed ferociously around her mind.

“Sah...Sah..."

No. No, no, no, no, no! Only a bad girl would speak those words! Her name may well have been Sakura, her friend's name, but it was a name that she could not form with lips, not her lips! She may hear it from those of another but a good girl did not speak like that! Yet there was no denying the heavy presence of the thick leather collar around her neck, weighing and pressing down against her windpipe as she whimpered and pawed and pawed and pawed at it, although she was not trying to remove it from her body. No, in fact... She may even have well enough said that the collar felt like it belonged there, comforting her. It meant that she was not alone, not even if Sakura was not there with her, living every last experience through with her. And that was good... A good girl always needed to belong, to be protected.

Her tongue lolled out, thick and wet, as she panted, a splatter of drool flicking darkly to the floor of the cavern where it would later evaporate, leaving no such evidence that Hinata had ever even walked the bounds of it. On and on, she panted, finding comfort in the action that nothing else seemed to have provided. Before, she may have fidgeted with a necklace to ease nerves but the simple act of panting seemed so much more soothing to her mind and soul as she puffed and grinned her little grin, showing her lips and teeth and tongue lolling out and out and out.

Hinata couldn't stand, not as she was, wobbling and tumbling to the floor on all fours – yes! Yes, that was right! At last, she relaxed just a little, releasing her hold on just a little bit of her humanity as a wave of relief simply washed over her. Yes... Oh, it felt so, so very good just to be down there on the floor, sniffling and snuffling away as she took in the scents, although the cavern wasn't very interesting at all. She wiggled her buttocks as if to wag an imaginary tail and it was hardly any time at all before Sakura joined her, folding more slowly and sensually to the floor with a needy little whimper, panting so heavily that one would have been forgiven for thinking her out of breath.

Sakura whined and paced back and forth on all fours, the grit of the cave floor digging into her palms and knees. But that wasn't right for they no longer seemed like they were part of her body, the body that she had had (even if it had changed) for so many years already. Paws? Yes, paws... She didn't need hands, oh no, that was something for her master and her master alone. A good girl had paws and she was waiting for her master, the one who would bring so much to her life, her dreams becoming, at long, long last, a blissful reality. She wriggled her 'toes', seeing not fingers but the paws she knew, truly, that she had, buttocks squirming even as she pushed back, arching her back into a touch she could not see but could feel, teasing down the line of her spine.

My good girls. Do you want to play?

Groaning and pushing into that sensation, Sakura waggled and bobbed her nose excitedly, eyes deliriously washed-out and wanton. Play! Oh, play sounded like a very good thing. But where was her friend, the other dog? It was no fun to play on one's own and she needed a playmate, a companion of sorts, to go with her.

There! Hinata sat back on her haunches, licking a 'paw' with careful precision as she cleaned it from dirt. Her flanks fluttered with breath, each inhalation coming as shortly and neatly as each and every one of her pants, neither of them seeming to notice the grime and dirt that clung to their rear ends and legs as they jaunted about on all fours. It would have been wrong, however, so very wrong, for either of them to get up and pretend to be human, for they were not human in the slightest, not at all. They were good girls, the very best of girls that were there to please their master.

But could they maybe, just maybe, have a little time to play first?

Playtime, girls!

And then the door was open, creaking as if the hinges had not been oiled smooth in many, many months, opening up onto a doggy playground of sorts, for that was the only way that their doggie minds could describe it. An open park that was, somehow, still enclosed underground (for the cave walls were still there) but it was full of exciting smells and sounds, the little trees seeming to have been planted in such a way that they were ever so tempting for a little dog to weave in and out, bounding for the sheer joy and thrill of it. And what kind of pup would have resisted such a temptation when it was laid out before them, a sweet kind of present to be enjoyed and savoured?

Go on, girls! Off you go!

I'm a good girl! Hinata thought, although it was hardly a thought that she would have before considered her own. Good girls play! Good girls get to play all day long!

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The park too was designed for the very best kinds of play – why, it had absolutely everything in the world that a doggie-girl could have possibly have wanted to play with! Sticks and rivers... Oh, Hinata relished splashing through them, not even noticing the sway and jiggle of her breasts as the cool water lapped up, briefly, against her nipples. It was a strange sensation but one that she relished as she finally found her voice, her true voice, and barked and yapped and whined to her heart's content, although there was no sense of worry in her tone. On the contrary, Hinata had never been more in her element as she wove in and out of the trees, clambering along on all fours as if it was the most natural thing she could have ever done in the whole world.

Toys! Oh, there were toys too! Sakura found them first, grabbing a soft, plush bone in her teeth and shaking her head vigorously with doggie glee. That was the best kind of toy ever!

My toy! Bone! Best bone!

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Ah, even she would not have known or understood how her mind had changed even if her body had remained the same, only different in her eyes. The thought of standing up – she was already standing! – on two legs was beyond her comprehension as the brainwashing took over, the new doctrine of becoming a doggy-girl the easiest and most natural thing that could have ever have happened to her. Much better than being a woman – she was Sakura the pup now! Hinata lunged at her and Sakura playfully growled, eyes sparkling as she danced back and forth, bowing her forelegs down to invite play, the fully devolved doggie-girls bouncing and cavorting so wantonly that it was simply as if they had been doing it for their entire lives.

And that was just how their days were to continue. They returned to that wooden door from time to time, scratching and sniffing and panting, but didn't bother with it too much. After all, they were well-fed from doggie bowls of dry kibble and lapped up water from the river running through – what could be better? Only once had Hinata, adventurously, tried to wriggle her way down the river as it flowed, seemingly, into the cavern wall itself, but it was false in itself, a grill preventing escape, as accidental as it would have been. Sakura had grabbed her ankle between her teeth (it was difficult with human jaws and she mostly only managed to nip skin) and pulled her back, growling, but Hinata would never have truly left – she'd only wanted to see what was on the other side.

There were quiet moments too in that park as humans – tall men in white clothes that seemed out of place where they should all have, really, just been having fun – came and went, their clipboards rattling with the tap-tap-tap of pens. They were nice – nice men! The girls bounded and tried to get them to play but they didn't seem too interested in their kind of doggie games, rubbing up against one another as they panted and tried to tease these interesting new people into playing. No, but they did teach them new tricks, learning to sit and stay and beg so cutely, Sakura pulling her 'paws' all the way up to her chin as she wiggled in as sweetly an appeasing manner as possible, wanting something that the human had in return for the trick.

Sadly, however, they could not stay in the underground doggie paradise forever, their bodies requiring the touch of a master along with real sunshine and light, not just the artificial ones that gave them the illusion, underground, of day turning into night and back again. He came mid-morning one day when they were taken into a clean, clinical room, all leashed up and their collars snug on freshly groomed and washed bodies. They could not have possibly have been prettified any more than they had been for their new master, Sakura panting excitedly as she waited, leaning up against Hinata, her little pup 'sister' as if she needed that sense of support just to keep herself from wiggling right out of place on her haunches.

“They are all yours," the man in the lab coat said with a smile, Hinata and Sakura sitting obediently, panting heavily all the while, beside him. “I hope you enjoy them. Their brainwashing was swift but we took the time to ensure that they were deeply under the influence of it before calling. We would not have wanted to deliver sub-standard goods, after all."

The dog-girls knew nothing of what he was talking about, wiggling in place as they leaned against the collars, leashes tightening, eager to greet the new, strange man in a smart suit. He had kind eyes, very kind eyes, but there was something about them that just made both of them want to rush into his arms, whimper with glee, and wriggle up against his side for a day of play or even before that imagined fireplace for a relaxing night. Anything would be great – wonderful, in fact – as long as they were with their master and he loved them absolutely.

The stranger smiled, lips pressed together and a thick rise of something darker lingering in the air – a sort of aroma that they would only later come to understand. And that very need was something that would enhance their lives all the more, bringing joy and pleasure to each and every day they spent with their lovingly dominant master.

All in good time, however,

“Come on, girls! You're coming home with me."

And what lucky dogs they were!