FSE

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Disclaimer: This story contains themes of relationships between anthropomorphic animals and humans as well as explicit descriptions of sexual acts between males. If any of that offends you, I suggest you not read any further.

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A Simple Dog Collar

“I really need to get better at organization...”

I spoke silently to myself as I fumbled through the randomly arranged boxes in my stock closet. Of course he needs XXL... The one size that I forgot to include in my last order. Kicking another box out of the way, I scanned all the labels, hoping that I still had some hidden in the room somewhere.

“So, are you sure you have my size?”

I heard him call out from the other room, apparently getting a bit impatient. Understandably so, since I've been searching aimlessly for at least 10 minutes now.

“Of course! I have every size!”

I called back out to him, trying to sounds as confident as possible. I did try to make it a point to keep at least one or two of every possible size in stock, just for such occasions. The issue is simply keeping track of them...

Shoving a particularly heavy box out of the way, I revealed an unopened box, and examined the label.

Brand: Toni Kensa

Type: Inkfall Shirt

Size: XXL

Black

6 pcs

“Aha, found it!”

I spoke softly enough so that the guy in the other room wouldn't hear, trying to keep it a secret that a moment ago I wasn't even sure that I had these available. I ripped open the box, pulling out the garments for my customer to choose between.

“Oh, awesome! Online these are back ordered and not expected to be in stock for like a month! Dude, you are amazing!”

I gave him a cocky smile, “It's nothing, no problem at all for me!” I did my best to sound assured and confident, as I walked towards the front of the store to ring up the sale.

My name is Wilder Freeman. I'm pretty much a regular guy. I'm 5'6”, in pretty good shape, not really muscular, but not fat either, short blond hair, and just turned 23 years old.

I own this clothing store, “Freedom Menswear”, or rather, my uncle owns it... Specifically, this store, and 4 others like it, though he rarely makes an appearance. Close to a year ago, he put me in charge of this outlet. It's a small store, so it's pretty much just me, but I make do, even if my organization does suck.

I finished the sale, and scanned the store, as the customer made his way out the front door. It looked as if I had just taken care of my last customer, as the clock read 6:00.

“Store's clear, and it is closing time.”

As I was the store's only employee, the store's hours were kind of limited. I closed up at 6 on Saturdays and Sundays, and I was off all day on Mondays. I mean, I did have my own life...

I locked the doors, and headed up the stairs. While the ground level of the building was my clothing store, the upper level was actually my apartment. If nothing else, it made for an incredibly convenient trip in to work. I made my way to the upper level, and opened the door.

“BARK BARK!”

“OOF!”

I don't know why I never see that coming, it's the same thing every day. I open the door and I'm basically ambushed by tornado of white and black fur, my pet great dane, Casey.

“Ack! Yeah, I'm happy to see you (Oof!) too, Casey!

After a minute of incessant licks and slobbering, I managed to struggle the large dog off of me, which is no easy task, Casey's a pretty big dog, he's over 200 lbs, and standing on his hind-legs he's over 6 feet tall. His fur is mostly white with black spots and patches, so I'm pretty sure he's part dalmatian or something, though it's not something I've ever really explored.

“Alright! Alright! We'll go for a walk! I know you've been stuck in here all day!”

Usually, during the middle of the day, I'll lock up to break for lunch, and walk Casey, but since my weekend hours are short, it's not uncommon for me to just work straight through. Of course, that means I have to take care of Casey right after locking up.

I changed into some more casual clothes, grabbed the leash and took Casey out for a run.

~~~~~~

The park was fairly close to the store, so getting there never really took long, which was convenient, I preferred to get back home while there was still enough sunlight to see where I was going.

** HUFF HUFF **

I jogged along through the park with Casey at my side. We pretty much took the same route at day, around the east end of the park, then along the jogging path, back towards the front of the park. Every day, like clockwork, the trip took about 15 minutes... So, it threw me for a bit of a loop when the jogging path was blocked off. I guess they were building something, or doing construction of some sort, all I know is that the entire path was blocked by large machinery, safety cones, and caution tape.

“Hm, well Casey, it looks likes we're going all the way around through the west end today.”

We continued on, taking the detour through the unfamiliar area. I mean, it's the local park, so it's not exactly “mysterious territory”, but it's not a part of the park that I usually travel through, so I actually needed to pay attention to where we were headed. A bit of an inconvenience, but not particularly a big deal.

The sun was starting to set, I guess this detour tacked on a bit of time on to our route. I continued to jog along the park's edge, the sun beginning to set got me curious as to what time it actually was. I reached into my pocket for my phone and took a moment to glance down at it.

“Six thirty-f...OOF!”

** POW **

“ACK!”

Taking my eyes off of the path maybe wasn't the best idea... Almost immediately, I crashed into something, or rather someone. I was looking at my phone as the collision occurred, so I didn't yet know who I had just plowed into as I crumpled to the ground.

As soon as I landed on the ground, Casey was over me, whining a bit and sniffing at my face, making sure I was okay after the fall. I leaned forward, lightly scratching his head as I started to climb to my feet.

“Ugh, I'm so sorry, I really need to pay more attention, are you okay?”

I turned my attention to the victim of negligent jogging, extending a hand to help them to their feet.

“No worries, I'm no worse for wear.”

He looked to be an older guy, well... older than me at least, maybe mid-40s. Wearing a coat that seemed way too heavy for the current temperature, a hood over his head, thick glasses, and carrying a heavy looking pack. At first glance, I thought he may have been homeless or something, but he was pretty clean shaven, overall well-groomed, and the stuff he had on looked like it was actually pretty new, so maybe he was just... weird?

“I'm walking around all knackered, moving like I was legless.”

He spoke with an almost comically heavy British accent. Reminiscent of Dick Van Dyke's performance in Mary Poppins, though I wasn't about to make fun of a guy's accent right after steamrolling into him.

“I'm uh, not used to running through this part of the park, and well... I guess I took too long looking at my phone.”

I continued on with my explanation, luckily he didn't seem upset in the least, though that may have been due to the charm that my partner was laying on. The guy was patting Casey vigorously as he hopped around a bit, always excited to meet a new person.

“Believe me, it's no trouble at all. It's no wonder I ended up falling arse-over-tit, moving like I'm mad as a bag of ferrets! HAHA!”

He let out a sharp guffaw at his odd quip, wanting to be as polite as I could, I forced out a small chuckle as well, “Heh heh... heh...”

“BARK!”

Casey let out a playful bark, enjoying the attention.

“Well, it looks like your friend ere' enjoyed the joke too” He motioned to the still excited dane, “What do you call this good boy?”

“My buddy here is named Casey.”

“BARK!”

Casey barked as if agreeing with my statement, garnering the attention of the older man.

“HA! Well aren't you a regular giddy-kipper! Shame that your collar is in such a naff state.”

I glanced down at the collar around Casey's neck. The stranger wasn't wrong. I'd had Casey for over three years, and I had never bought a collar for him. Even the one currently around his neck was one supplied by the puppy farm that he came from in the first place, and it was not in particularly good shape.

“Lucky for you, I just happen to 'ave this handy!”

With that, he reached into a pocket on his backpack and produced a rather nice looking woven dog collar. It was a deep shade of blue with a few unique looking stones embedded in it, it actually looked quite nice. He reached over, handing it to me.

“Huh? Oh, no I can't possibly accept...”

“Oh, no worries! I make these as a hobby. It's literally just an arts-and-crafts project.

I took the hand-made offer, inspecting it in my hand. It definitely looked to be well made, nice and sturdy. It had no tags or anything on it, definitely quality-made by someone who had ample skill.

“Well... Thank you. Really, this is great. Especially after I just barreled into you...”

I humbly accepted the man's offer, stuffing the collar into my pocket.

“Fantastic then! I promise, Casey 'ere will love it! You'll be utterly gobsmacked by it!”

I stood for a moment, not quite sure what the correct response to that statement was. Luckily, he clarified, seemingly picking up on the fact that I had no idea what he had just said.

“The results will be inconceivable!”

After shrugging off the man's rather dramatic emotions towards a dog collar, we continued on our way through the park, and back around to the store, eventually back up to the apartment. Overall, we made pretty good time, arriving back at home before 7.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. I didn't often have plans for my evenings due to my limited amount of free time, and didn't often enjoy going out to bars or clubs. After grabbing some food, the night was basically spent on the couch, binge watching Game of Thrones. Granted, it's not exactly the most exciting nightlife, but I had no complaints. I lingered in the living room until around midnight with Casey resting next to me the entire time, at times it seems like he is into the show just as much as I am...

Finally preparing for bed, I pulled off my shirt and pants, grabbing a pair of sleep pants from the door to wear to bed with a T-shirt. I grabbed my worn pants off of the floor to toss into the hamper, and felt a strange lump in the fabric.

“Oh, yeah... This thing...”

Realizing that I had forgotten all about the dog collar I had received earlier, I pulled it out of the pocket, and glanced over to Casey, who was sitting by the door.

“Well, you definitely do deserve some nice things every now and then, boy.”

I bent down in front of the dane, and removed the old collar from around his neck. After collecting the actual tags from it to affix them to the new collar, I tossed the tattered neck piece into the trash, replacing it with the new custom-made collar.

“You know, that old guy may have been weird, but he does good work. That collar looks real good on you, buddy!”

“BARK!”

Responding to the attention, he jumped up playfully, tail wagging strongly. Maybe the guy was right about him enjoying the collar too... I calmed Casey down as best I could and eased him back to the ground.

I sat on my bed, still patting the dog, “Alright Casey, time for sleep.” Hearing the magic words, he hopped up onto the mattress and wasted no time making himself comfortable taking up a good bit of the bed's surface area. I rolled my eyes as I climbed into bed, luckily for me, this was a common occurrence, Casey knew to settle on one side of the bed, so as to leave me enough space.

With both of us comfortable in the large bed, and equally exhausted from the long day, it didn't take long for sleep to come.

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“Mmmmrphhh...”

It was still somewhat dark outside when I stirred awake. Wrestling my head out from under the warm blanket, I looked over at the clock. It was just past 8 AM, still a little early to start a Sunday, I could definitely get in another hour or so of sleep, but first I needed to use the bathroom...

As I made my way to the hallway, I saw that Casey wasn't in the bed anymore. I didn't think much of it, I might have accidentally nudged him or something during the night, making him decide to go sleep on the couch instead. I shrugged it off as I relieved myself, there was no reason to really be concerned about something so trivial.

As I made my way back to the room, I heard some chatter coming from the living room.

“Is the TV on? I'm pretty sure I turned it off...”

I voiced my thought to no one in-particular as I went to check on it. I wasn't really concerned that someone had broken in or anything so dramatic. Moreso, I was expecting to see that Casey had stepped on the remote, or fell asleep on top of it or something. It doesn't happen often, but it has happened in the past. And it would make sense, as I had already noticed that Casey did leave the bedroom at some point in the night.

As I turned the corner into the living room, I wasn't prepared for what the actual cause was. There wasn't much visibility granted between the closed blinds, and the glow of the TV, but I was able to make out the definite presence of a large figure standing in the living room.

“WHOA! WHO!?! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!?”

I panicked and stumbled backwards at seeing the intruder. Interestingly enough, it seemed as though the other person did as well, as he looked to fall back abruptly as well. I scrambled, frantically reaching for the wall, trying to stabilize myself against it. As my hand landed near the door way, it brushed against the light switch, clicking it up and illuminating the room, revealing an unexpected appearance.

Climbing back to his feet was a large figure, covered in a very familiar white and black fur pattern.

“W-Wait... Casey...?”

The figure's eyes widened hopefully, and he started nodding vigorously, he looked just as panicked as I did.

I looked his body up and down. He definitely had many characteristics of my pet. The White fur with black splotches was a dead giveaway, not to mention the tail, the great dane facial structure. This was definitely Casey, just... humanized...

“Why are you... H-How are you even...?”

I couldn't even form a coherent thought as my mind raced trying to comprehend this situation. My dog was now an anthropomorphic dog-man... Or something. This was not a scenario that I was particularly prepared for.

“Uh... Don't... Know...?”

The day was overall pretty standard, we didn't really do anything out of the ordinary, except... The collar! My eyes shot to his neck, and it was still in place, and what's more, the small stones attached to the collar looked to have an odd glow to them...

“What kind of crazy magic BS is this supposed to be...?”

My mind had no answers. This is the kind of stuff that happened in movies or stories. Coming across an enchanted dog collar is not something that was supposed to happen in real life, how was I even supposed to begin to deal with this? The only possible idea I had was to try and find that weird guy again, but I hadn't gotten a name or anything, and due to the weird outfit he had on I probably wouldn't even recognize his face. Maybe if I...

My train of though came to a grinding halt as I suddenly realized what just happened, I looked Casey in the eye with my mouth still hanging open.

“Y-YOU CAN TALK NOW!?!”

He shrugged his shoulders, he was just as confused as I was. I heard it clear as day though, it may not have been more than two words, but he very clearly spoke English a moment ago.

“Can you tell me... umm... Anything about how it happened?”

He thought for a second, maybe trying to gather words to use. “Few... minutes ago... Came out for... water. Was like... this...”

He was definitely capable of intelligent speech. Even if it was somewhat broken English, it sounded like he knew the words, he was just reluctant to speak them. Having never spoken the language before, I suppose it would be unnerving to be expected to converse with someone that's been speaking fluently for around 20 years, even if you do know the words.

We both finally calmed down just enough to regain composure, and climb to standing positions. It was then that it became very apparent, Casey was absolutely huge. In this new form, he was bipedal, and standing upright his head was near brushing the ceiling. The doorways in my apartment had a clearance of seven-and-a-half feet, and he would not be able to get through one without ducking underneath it. He had to be near, or possibly a little over eight feet in height.

His build was just as impressive as his height. He was very muscular, but didn't look exceedingly bulky, his frame was fairly slim, but he looked to be pure muscle. His chest and abs were ridiculously toned, to the point where they were even clearly visible through his fur.

Another point that quickly became noticeable was that he was also very naked... As a dog, it's not like he ever wore clothes anyway, but somehow as a giant dog-man, it was quite a bit more distracting. Most likely due to the huge sheath that was staring me in the eye, or maybe the obscenely large balls hanging between his legs, but either way, it made me more than a little uncomfortable.

“J-Just hang on. Stay right there...”

I inched my way towards the door, keeping my eye on him as if he were going to try to escape or something. Upon reaching the door, I made my way down the stairs, half-running, half-falling due to my somewhat shaken state.

Zipping over to the stock room of the store, I tore through a few boxes, finding the largest garments that I kept in stock, some underpants, undershirts, and a few other things. I had never been happier that I forced myself to keep at least one of EVERY size in-stock. With items in-hand, I shot back up the stairs to the apartment, swinging open the door to see Casey sitting there on the couch, staring at the TV.

“Here, Uhh... See if these will fit you...”

Taking the packs of clothes from me, he popped open the pack of underwear, removing an absurdly huge pair of boxer-briefs. After examining them for a moment, he stepped into them and slid them on, as if he'd been wearing clothes for his whole life. Relief washed over me as soon as I saw that they fit well enough. Maybe even just slightly tight on him.

“So, what do you think, Case? Comfortable enough?”

He looked over himself, and then up at me, nodding, but also with a slightly confused look on his face “I need to... wear these...?”

His confusion was understandable. After all, he had never worn clothes before.

I scratched my head as I replied, “If uh... You don't mind, or course...”

He nodded again as he opened up the other packs of clothes. Eventually dressing himself to the point where he was sufficiently covered. The largest clothes I had in stock downstairs, and they were just barely big enough to cover Casey's tremendous frame.

“How do you even know how clothes work? And how can you speak English for that matter?” I sat down on the couch, finally starting to come to terms with the situation, even though I had no idea how any of this was possible. I was now more interested in answers than anything else.

Casey though for a second, assumedly gathering the words that he wanted to say, “Uhh... Been watching you for... years...”

I had gotten Casey as a newborn puppy 4 years ago, so I guess yeah, he has been around me, listening to me, watching me, etc... since then. Now apparently, in this new form, he was able to put those skills to use. The answer was satisfying enough, but this was still just unreal...

“Umm... It's almost time...”

I wasn't quite sure what Casey's statement was referring to until I looked over to the clock, reading 9:14 on the display. A weird guy with a ridiculous accent gives me a magic dog collar that turns my dog into a talking eight-foot-tall anthro dog man...

...And Casey is worried about me getting to work on time...

“What?! Casey, are you serious? I'm not worried about opening the store! I'm worried about you! You're literally in a new body, I can't leave you alone up here for 8 hours!”

“I... would like... time to learn... this body.”

I didn't have a response for that... I've never had to learn how to use a brand new body on the fly, so I couldn't even really understand what he was going through. It seemed irresponsible to leave him alone and just go to work like nothing had happened, but maybe giving him a little space and time to learn how being sentient worked wasn't a terrible idea.

I sighed, but acknowledged that the idea wasn't particularly bad, plus I wasn't really in the financial position to just randomly close the store for a day.

“Fine... okay. You're right, this has got to be overwhelming for you... I'm going to get ready, and then go open the store”

I showered, shaved, fixed myself up, got dressed, and then went through a brief, yet very meticulous lecture with Casey about what to do in various situations during the day. He may have had a basic idea on most of my everyday functions from watching me over the years, but I wasn't quite brimming with confidence over give him full run of everything in the apartment.

About to make my way out the door, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed in on the counter.

“If you have any questions or anything goes wrong... Call the store. Remember, I'm right downstairs, I can be up here in 30 seconds if I need to be.”

Using a cell phone was one of the things I went over with him in the lecture, and I really hoped that he had retained the information. The store had it's own landline phone service, and with my apartment just one floor above, I didn't really need my cell phone during the day.

“I'll be fine.”

“I trust you, Case...”

In true, I was very uncertain as to how all of this would turn out, but Casey has always been a great companion to me, so he at least deserved this opportunity, and my support along with him. I gave him a confident smile as I headed out the door and down the stairs.

~~~~~~

Of course, this was one of the busiest Sundays of the year...

Last Sunday, I barely even had to pay attention, I could have snuck upstairs at least 20 to 25 times during the day. Yet today, I barely had time to even look in the direction of the stairs.

It was a busy day, at least by the standards that I'm used to. Not that I was really in a position to complain about it though. More customers meant more money, which was of course welcome, but of course it had to happen on the day that my dog had been enchanted by a magic spell...

I kept close to the phone, half-expecting it to ring at any given moment, and to hear Casey's new voice through the receiver. Though it did ring a few times, it was always just people calling with standard customer inquiries, and probably a little curious as to why I sounded so frenzied when answering the phone. You can't really blame me though, outside of a few stray noises coming from overhead, I hadn't heard anything from Casey all day, and with every passing moment, I grew increasingly anxious.

It was around 4 PM before I finally got a break from the action. The store was finally empty, and remained empty as I made my way through the store, straightening up the place and restocking the shelves.

I made my way back to the counter and took a breath, finally able to rest for a second. I actually started to feel myself relaxing, for just a moment I even forgot about the impossible situation going on upstairs.

** KA-THUNK **

The sound came from above, my apartment.

“I'm sure it's nothing”

I attempted to reassure myself the best I could. The logical part of my brain knew that it was nothing, maybe Case knocked over a chair or something. It wasn't horrible crashing sound, I didn't hear any yelps of pain or anything, it was obviously nothing... but I couldn't shake the possibilities out from the forefront of my thoughts.

“Maybe he did some stereotypical dog thing... Like he tried to eat a chicken bone, and is now choking after he collapsed on the floor... Oh God, why did I think of that...”

I had taken in a good amount for the day already, easily more than I usually make on a full day. I took advantage of the lull in business and quickly went over and locked the door, flipping the sign to say “CLOSED.” It was around two hours early, but honestly, I wasn't too concerned... I didn't even bother to zero out the cash register, I just shut out the lights, turned the blinds and took off up the stairs.

I fumbled with my keys as I reached the door, not expecting it to swing open.

“YOU'RE BACK!”

I almost hopped back in surprise, dropping my keys as Casey leaned forward, wrapping his huge muscular dog-man arms around me, lifting me into the air as he bear hugged me against his chest.

“OOF! Err, hey Casey...”

I couldn't squeak out much else, being crushed against his body as I was was pretty hindering to my breathing. I endured it for a few more seconds before concluding that he didn't have an end planned for this embrace.

“Wanna... Put me down?”

“Oh, heh... Sorry, I always get kind of excited when you get home.”

He gently let me down to the floor, happy expression on his face and tail wagging as he released me from his grip.

I took a glance around the apartment, I'm not sure what I expect to see, but the place looked... normal. With the exception of a chair that had been knocked over...

“How uhh... was your first d--”

“Being like this is great!” Obviously eager to let me know how it went, he cut me off before I could finish the question. “I can reach stuff! I can open stuff! HAVING HANDS IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD!”

His demeanor was so much different than it was mere hours ago, he was much more comfortable, moving around a lot easier, and most noticeably, his speech was much more flowing. He didn't have to stop and think about the words he wanted to use, he spoke as if he was very comfortable with the new language.

“You're speaking much better.”

“Oh yeah! TV helped a lot with that! I mean, I understood a lot already, but I just wasn't real confident using the words. I think I got the hang of it now though! I sound alright, right?”

Speaking of TV, I turned my attention to screen, spying a fairly familiar image paused on the screen.

“And... You're watching Game of Thrones?”

“Oh, I uh... Hope you don't mind... It was killing me where you left off yesterday! I didn't know how you could stand it! I mean the guy just died, and then there was that thing with the dragon, and that crazy explosion! Do you mind if I finish watching this episode?”

Casey was far too excited for me to even think about turning him down, I chuckled a little as I realized that even as a giant anthro dog, he was still the same Casey. He was still just as excitable and energetic as always, the only difference was that now he was getting worked up over a TV show instead of taking a walk...

“No problem, Case.”

We sat on the couch as he resumed the show, he immediately looked to be entranced by it, though he had been watching already, so he had context as to what was going on. This looked to be a few episodes past where I had left off, so I had a vague idea of what was happening, but it definitely was not gripping me as the show usually does.

On top of everything, exhaustion was starting to set in a bit. I had been working hectically for the majority of the day, all while exceedingly tense about the whole situation with Casey, if nothing else, it was a draining experience, and I was finally starting to feel the effects of it. I struggled to keep my eyes open for as long as I could, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I drifted.

…

…

** RRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRRR **

My eyes popped open as I was stirred awake by the loud noise. I looked at the TV screen to see a dragon roaring at the camera.

I don't know how long I had nodded off for, but it was long enough for my to get comfortable. The couch felt particularly warm and soft this evening, and then I felt a soft touch against my head. It took me a moment to realize that I had dozed off with my head resting on Casey's lap. He didn't seem to mind however, he still seemed quite captivated with the show, as he ran his hand over me softly.

“Uh, Casey... Are you petting me...?”

He looked away from the TV for a moment, “Huh? Oh! Yeah, I guess... You fell asleep, and you would always do it to me whenever I fell asleep on you, and it always feels really good, so I just... Is that okay...?”

I sat up, stretching a little, It did in-fact feel 'really good' as Casey said, I couldn't have been asleep for more than 20-30 minutes, and it was comfortable enough to refresh me a good bit “It's fine, just kinda meta, I guess...”

It was a little weird how smoothly the evening went after that.

I prepared a frozen pizza for us, I didn't quite think it would be appropriate to just plop a can of wet dog food into a bowl for him. Though honestly, I think he was expecting it, he got pretty enthusiastic when I handed him a plate with pizza on it.

Hanging out with Casey felt oddly like hanging out with an old friend. Though, I guess I have technically been living with him for years now, but actually being able to understand each other and converse was different.

At one point we even reached the subject of trying to find that guy that gave us the collar in the first place, but it seemed like we both felt the same way, unconcerned. We didn't understand how the collar worked, or what weird kind of magic, or technology, or whatever was at work here, but we didn't want it to stop, and we didn't want to go back to how it previously was. Outside of his height being a little inconvenient, neither of us saw any downsides to the situation.

It was near midnight before we even thought about how long we had just been enjoying each other's company. Casey was the first to look up at the wall clock.

“Oh, it's getting close to midnight, I know the store is closed tomorrow, but you've got to be getting tired, right?”

I yawned as I responded, “Yeah, I guess so, we should start to-- Wait a second... I get that you learned a lot from watching me, but how can you tell time? And count? And read? You can't learn that stuff from watching someone...”

He shrugged as he got up from the couch and started moving towards the bedroom, “I dunno, magic collar effect...?”

I followed him into the back room, a little curious, but a little bit envious more than anything else. If I had a magic collar, maybe I would have had better grades in school...

After getting set for bed, I was clad in my usual T-shirt and boxers to sleep in. I wasn't quite sure how I expected Casey to be dressed as I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

** YAAAAAAAWWWN **

Standing there, stretching his arms out, engrossed in a large yawn was Casey, stripped down to just the pair of boxer-briefs I had given him this morning. I guess I was kinda thankful that he wasn't completely naked, but stripped down as far as he was, it was still a fairly inspiring sight.

“So, I wasn't sure what to sleep in, you think this is okay?”

“Uh... Whatever you're comfortable in, Case.”

He smiled, took a step towards the bed and flopped down, relaxing. It was only then when the thought dawned on me, how were sleeping arrangements going to work? Casey's new body barely fit on the bed by itself, there was no way that we were both going to fit. Not to mention, it's a bit different when it's just a dog curled up at the side of the mattress.

“Err...”

Casey glanced at the bed, assumedly coming to the same realization that I had reached. I held up a hand, as I already knew what he was going to say.

“Don't worry about it Casey, you take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch, and we'll figure out something tomorrow.”

I felt like it was the only answer that really made sense. Casey was around eight feet tall, he could barely even fit on the king-sized bed, him trying to squeeze his body onto the narrow couch cushions would definitely not be comfortable for him.

I turned towards the door, “See you tomo-”

Before I could take two steps towards the door, I was grabbed from behind and pulled backwards.

“AAAAAACKK!”

I landed with my back against Casey's chest as he hugged me tightly and laid back on the bed.

“No way! I'm not gonna take your bed from you! You let me sleep in the bed all the time, what kind of jerk would I be?!”

“Oof... Case, really... It's no big deal, I—AAACK!”

He maneuvered us around so that we were on our sides with him wrapped around me, in kind of a makeshift “big spoon, little spoon” position, that was surprisingly comfortable. He fit on the bed as well as he could be expected to, and with me against his body as close as I was there didn't seem to be an issue with space.

“There, are you comfortable enough? I think I can give you more room if I-”

“Casey, it's fine. This... This is actually pretty nice.”

I obviously couldn't see from my position, but I could tell that his tail had started up again, clearly satisfied with my response. It was true though, as odd as it was, Casey's body was warm, and his fur was soft. Though admittedly, it felt a bit strange to basically be spooned by him, I could definitely fall asleep like this...

…

…

I slept for maybe 90 minutes before stirring awake. Casey was still holding me, though as he had fallen asleep, his grip wasn't especially strong anymore, still it was comfortable... at least for the most part. I had began to feel something warm poke against my lower-back. I tried to convince myself that it was nothing, just his elbow or something, but I knew what it was, as much as I didn't want to admit it.

I carefully pulled myself out of the bed, doing my best to not wake up Casey. Glancing back at the big dog, and as I expected, a few inches of canine erection could very clearly be seen peeking over the top of his waistband. As I crept out of the room. I couldn't be angry at Casey, and in-truth, it wasn't even uncomfortable, it was more that I was actually starting to feel something from it...

Now in the living room, I laid on the couch, just as restless as I was in the bedroom. I couldn't sleep, and honestly, I wasn't really trying to. I just laid there, staring nowhere, letting my mind drift. I mean, I did have a lot to think about... This whole thing with Casey was providing a lot to keep my mind occupied. Before I knew it, I had just been staring it to space for almost an hour.

“Wilder...?”

It felt like I was being pulled out of a dream for a moment there, I glanced over to the hallway, seeing Casey peering around the corner.

“Oh, hey Case. Having trouble sleeping?”

He shook his head as he walked towards me, “No, I just noticed that you were gone.” I turned into an upright position on the couch, letting Casey sit down next to me.

“I really don't want to take the bed from you, Wilder. Remember, I'm a dog, I can get comfortable anywhere. I've slept on the sidewalk before. Please, take your bed back, I'm sorry for...”

I cut him off as soon as he said those words, he had no reason to feel bad, and I wanted to make sure that he knew that.

“Don't apologize, Casey. You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't even uncomfortable. I just... y'know, wanted to give you space. I mean, you have a new body to get used to.”

Casey's ears flicked forward, and his head drooped a bit, “Yeah, but having me getting... turned on right up against you was probably kind of awkward...”

His voice got softer and softer toward the end of that sentence. The embarrassment he was feeling was quite apparent.

“Oh... Yeah, that...”

…

We both sat there for a minute, I didn't quite know how to respond to that in a way that might ease his embarrassment, and I'm sure he didn't want to discuss it any further if he could avoid it.

“So... please... Take back your bed... I--”

“I didn't mind you... against my back, Casey...” He stopped mid-sentence upon hearing my admission, ears perking back up, very eager to hear what I had to say. “I mean... Yeah, I guess it was the reason I came out here... but, not for the reason you think... I care about you a lot, Casey. I don't want to mess up anything betw--”

Before I could finish the thought, a large pair of canine lips found their way against mine. My eyes went wide, but just for a moment while I got a grasp on what was happening. Casey had to hunch down in order to level his face with mine, but he was kissing me, and I was too stunned to even react.

The interaction was brief, as he pulled away a a few seconds later. He leveled his eyes to mine, seemingly gauging my reaction, clear wonder in his eyes as to what I was going to do next. There was only one clear thought in my mind as to how to proceed, I leaned in close, and kissed him again.

It was definitely awkward, human and canine lips don't really conform to each other very well, but that in no way detracted from the feelings we were experiencing.

Without breaking our embrace, Casey reached down, taking a hold of my legs, and displaying his impressive strength, lifted me up with seemingly no effort put forth. I had to be light as a feather to him as he strode us swiftly back into the bedroom.

He stood, holding me in the bedroom for another minute or so while we were still lost in our embrace, until we finally pulled away from each other. He leaned forward and gently set me on the bed, then proceeded step back. Without hesitation, he pulled off the boxer-briefs that I had provided him, immediately bringing into view the proof of his arousal. I didn't yet know the size that intimidating organ was going to reach, but there looked to be around six thick inches of it already exposed

With him now completely naked, he leaned in, placing his handpaws on either side of me, looming over my body. His breathing was a little erratic, and he understandably seemed a little nervous.

“You gonna be okay, Case?”

He nodded firmly, “It's just... Being in such a dominant position over my master... If feels strange.”

“Heh... Casey, I don't think you should really think of me as your master any more.”

He nodded again, “R-Right...” With that, he took a hold of my waistband, grabbing both my sleep pants, and my underwear and yanking them down, and completely off of my body, leaving me naked from the waist down.

He shot me another quick smile as he lowered down to now exposed nether-region, and ran that wide tongue over the expanse of my erection. I had to bite my lip, trying to contain myself as the attacks with his tongue did not subside. He continued lapping at my length, discovering every bit of it, and bringing me dangerously close to climax, before turning his attention further south.

His tongue traveled lower, Reaching the base of my dick, before continuing even further to tongue-bathe my balls. He continued on even lower gradually nearing his final destination. He lifted my legs of and set them on his shoulders, as I prepared for what I knew had to be next.

“AH!”

I let out a yelp, not quite feeling what I expected to feel. His tongue swiped across my hole, but simultaneously, a cold wet nose bumped up against my the back of my testicles. Surprisingly, the dual sensation was even more pleasurable than what I had expected, I was melting into Casey's treatment.

“Mmm... Ah...”

I couldn't help but let out constant light moans and assorted sounds of pleasure as Casey continued to lash his tongue against me for another minute or so, before pausing. I glanced towards him to see him smiling, even chuckling lightly to himself.

“Something's funny?”

He shook his head, “No, it's just that I'm really enjoying having you like this...” If he didn't have fur covering his face, I'm sure his cheeks would be apple-red after that admission. With my hole now properly slicked, he stood back up, and leaning forward, his now mostly engorged erection was pressed against mine, and that was truly a sight to behold.

“The uh—view from my angle is pretty good too...”

He still wasn't fully erect, but his length had to be at least twice the size of mine, and the thickness was immense, I'd be amazed if one of my hands was even able to get halfway around it.

After pressing it against me for a moment, he took a hold of the flesh mass, and moved it towards it's position, the tip of it just kissing my entrance. Testing the waters, he motioned forward, just slightly, just enough to get a read on the kind of pressure he'd be dealing with inside of me.

“Ahhh...”

Just the sensation of the warmth radiating from his dick, even barely inside of me was enough to incite another moan from me. If this is what he felt like now, how would it be with him fully inside of me? He held for a moment, giving me one last chance to voice any concerns.

“Are you going to be okay? I-I'm, uhh... pretty big... compared to you...”

I took in a breath and stared directly into his eyes. Nodding I spoke in the most sultry tone that I could muster.

“Claim your bitch, like the stud you are.”

While I was attempting to be enticing for him, he simply looked away, looking slightly embarrassed at my comment. “P-Please, no dog references...”

For just a second, I was a little worried that I may have ruined the mood, but those fears were quickly erased, when I felt him grab my waist tightly, and shove into me hard.

“Oh! God! CASEY!!”

He was deep, deeper than I had imagined. Even seeing how big that monster was just a few moments ago, I still couldn't have been prepared for what I was experiencing. It was still the first thrust, not even all the way into me, and he was already creating a bulge in my gut.

He didn't let up though. I half-expected him to hold back out of concern, but he didn't. He pulled out of me almost entirely, and thrust back in, with even more force behind the motion this time. I was lucky that he was gripping my waist so tightly, or I probably would have gone flying against the bed's headboard.

He was not being easy on me, His thrusts got increasingly more powerful and deeper with each gyration. Amazingly though, it still felt like he wasn't at his limit... He wasn't just getting deeper, he was stretching me wider too, if it wasn't for the ridiculous amounts of pre he was coating my passage with, I doubt I could have even taken it.

His pace seemed to finally steady, giving me a chance to settle into his movements. To just shut my eyes, lay back and let the canine-man do his thing. Honestly, I could have blown my load right then and there, I probably would have, had Casey not abruptly pulled out of me.

I thought to glance forward, curious to why the blissful onslaught had stopped, but before I could even get my eyes back open, I was lifted roughly, and flipped onto my front, propped up on my hands and knees.

“W-Whoa! Uh... Casey...?”

He gripped my hips again, preparing to start up again, and I could feel a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“Sorry... Don't laugh, but this way just feels... more natural...”

That probably would have drawn at least a little chuckle out of me, especially given Casey's state of unease, had I been given a second to realize it. But before I was given the chance, I felt the recently familiar warmth spearing into me. At that moment, I was extremely thankful for the slick pre already glazing my tunnel, because Casey didn't miss a beat. As soon as his tip gained passage past my ring, he immediately picked up the pace, quickly re-establishing the speed and power that he had reached a moment ago.

“Unngh! O—Ohhhgggggod!!”

The rough breeding I was receiving from Casey was already more than I could handle, my arms and legs might as well have been spaghetti, as limp as they had become. If it wasn't for Casey's strong hands gripping my waist as he pounded into me, I would have just collapsed into a heap.

I think it was around 15 minutes, but it felt like hours. It only took like a minute or so for me to reach orgasm after our position change, but Casey didn't slow down, didn't wane, didn't rest. He bred me like he was on a mission. I felt like I was being hollowed out by his massive shaft, and I could do anything except lie there and be his receptacle.

“I'm... G-Getting close...”

Casey leaned in, I could feel his warm body flush against my back. He shifted his legs a bit in an effort to get more leverage, trying to jam himself into me even harder. The knot that was previously just colliding with my ass on each thrust was now actually beginning to wedge it's way in, getting closer with each powerful thrust.

“Hrrrrgh... Sorry, if this... hurts a little...”

I had assumed he was referring to the inevitable tie that he was near achieving, but a moment later, it seemed as though, he was referring else. A sharp pain shot through me, radiating from my shoulder.

“Ah! C-Casey!?!”

It took me a moment, to realize... A mating bite... It didn't feel real deep, maybe just enough to break the skin. Not meant to do any damage, just an instinctual trigger, and somewhat of an admonition as to what was forthcoming...

His grip tightened, and suddenly it was as if everything prior was just leading up to this, the main event. His pace and strength abruptly increased, and almost immediately, that giant bulbous knot was inside me.

“AAHHHHFFFFFUCKK!”

I was quickly brought to my second orgasm of our session as Casey's powerful pounding turned into a staccato of quick jabs. With his range of movement greatly hindered, it was all he could do to rut me hard as he neared his own apex.

It was almost like slow motion as I felt it happening. As deep as he was into me, a very warm sensation began to spread even deeper, I could feel Casey against me, a slight tremble coursed through him as he spilled his essence into my awaiting passage.

His gyrations slowed, but the orgasm was far from ending. I could feel heavy ropes of hot seed flow into me, that unbelievable warmth spreading through my whole body, and in the more literal sense, filling my gut well past recommended capacity.

He held me tight against him, no longer clamping down onto my shoulder, it was now more of and embrace as he held me against his body. He rolled to his side, and it was as if the energy had been completely drained from him, not that I was far behind...

I couldn't tell if the onrush of cum had actually subsided, or if I was just too full to feel any more being pumped into me. The warm fullness combined with the strain or two orgasms had pushed my past my limit, exhaustion was setting in, and being held so lovingly in Casey's strong arms, I wasn't going to be able to resist it for long.

~~~~~~

My eyes flicked open, sunlight was leaking in through a gap in the curtains.

“Mmmrphh...”

My sleep daze only last a few seconds before I noticed the large figure standing at the bed.

“Wilder? You awake?”

Casey had apparently noticed my eyes blinking, trying to adjust to the brightness. Upon hearing his voice, everything came flowing back into my mind.

“C-Casey! Oh! Y-Yeah... Uhh...”

The first thing I thought to do was to bring a hand to my gut, finding it still a bit distended, though not nearly as much as I remembered it being last night. Casey looked slightly to the side in embarrassment, and I felt a blush wash over me.

“S-Sorry about that...”

“Err... What are you doing?” I thought to change the subject, not particularly in the mood for the awkward “morning-after” experience.

Case looked to be getting dressed. So far, clad in just a pair of boxer-briefs from that pack that I had given him yesterday, but holding a shirt in his hand.

“Oh! I was getting ready to head downstairs.”

“Downstairs? To the store? Casey, It's Monday, the store's not even open. Plus, I don't know how people will react to a giant canine-man...”

Casey slid the shirt on over his head, “I know, that's the point. I'm going to be your stock room manager.”

I shot him a skeptical look, my concerns apparently obvious enough for him to continue.

“You always complain about how your organization sucks, and how you don't have time move around all those heavy boxes. Well, I can work on it while the store is closed. Plus, no offense... Those boxes probably won't be as heavy for me.”

“Casey... I... You don't have to do that, I—”

He quickly leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my lips, “Let me help, Wilder. If I'm not a pet anymore, I'm going to at least help you out when I can.”

He looked me straight in the eye as he said that, he had clearly made up his mind, and I wasn't in any state to put up an argument. With a sigh, I pointed towards the pants that I had worn yesterday.

“I think the store room keys are still in my pocket.”

He smiled at me, and went to continue getting ready, grabbing the keys out of my pocket before turning back to me, “Be a good boy, and you can have a treat when I get back.”

“Heh... Really, Casey...?” I met his smile with my own derisive glare.

He chuckled a bit and shrugged, “Well, that what you say to me sometimes when you leave.”

“Yeah, but then I'd always come back with some dog treats or something... What treat do you plan to bring home?”

He didn't answer. Instead, he just smiled again, and brought a hand down, conspicuously adjusting his boxer-briefs, making sure the outline of his massive sheath and balls were prominent through the thin fabric.

He stood in the doorway for just a moment before moving out of view.

I dropped my head back to the pillow and simply stared upward, my hand still resting on my slightly swollen belly.

“Accepting that collar was... a good idea.”