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Clyde slowly opened his eyes as the rays of light from the window hit his face. The sound of the cheap mattress underneath him creaked as he sat up and felt the sheets slide off of him. When he looked out of the window he was greeted with a somewhat familiar sight of the university campus sprawled out before him. It wasn't the same view as his previous dorm, but that was because he had been put in a different room. After having moved in with the Pack they had taken out all his stuff from the old dorm, and the Houndmaster had effectively erased his identity.

But just because he was no longer on any papers didn't mean that people wouldn't recognize him, which was why they had snuck him into a relatively empty building under the cover of darkness. Along with being a professor, King was also one of the members on the board of admissions, which meant he knew exactly where to stick him that would minimize his presence in the college. As Clyde walked out of the bare bedroom and into the kitchen he found the cupboards filled with shelf-stable foods and sodas in the fridge, meaning that he wasn't the first person that they had done this too. It was a pretty clever ruse, and he was fortunate to find that there was even a television hooked up to several streaming services that he could use to pass the time.

As he made himself some pasta however, all Clyde could do was think about Violet and the others. Why had he stolen his mask like that? Plus he had prevented him from being able to become a rubber pup, but the warning that there was a traitor in the pack was something that weighed heavily on him. It was serious enough that a hound had separated themselves willingly from the rest of his kind, and he could only imagine the lonely existence that must have been as he watched the water come to a boil.

It was hard to really think though as his mind still felt a bit fuzzy, shaking his head as he heard a few barks and yips that came from his own mind. "Silver, please," Clyde pleaded to himself. "Can you just give me a break for a few moments, I need to think.].."

But thinking was hard, and the puppy brain side of him just wanted to enjoy being a rubber dog under the care of his master. Fortunately it seemed that his alter ego knew enough about the situation that he didn't keep up, but he could still feel the presence like a pressure on the back of his mind. It was strange having that feeling when he wasn't wearing the dog mask, though his silver rubber member throbbing hard in the jock he had been given by Cloudy as well as his shiny tail was a decent enough reminder. He had been slightly worried that with not being completely converted and losing his mask that he might start reverting back to human, but so far that had yet to happen as he heard a knock at the door.

Clyde walked over and looked through the peep hole and, seeing who it was, opened it despite not having any other clothing on. "Well, looks like you're settling in quite well," Cloudy stated as he pulled back his hoodie to reveal his shiny feline face while the other stabilized the large gym back on his side. "King has classes until later tonight, so he's expecting me to make sure you're broken in before he gets here. Now with your pup hood gone it complicates things a little bit, but fortunately I have some things to help with our little side project."

"Whatever you say," Clyde said as Cloudy set the bag down on the coffee table and unzipped it, the first thing being pulled out was a canine shaped gas-mask that was different that was quite a bit different then the usual pup hood. "Is that... a jackal? I was sort of expecting you'd be pulling something more feline."

"Like we would want a mutt-" Cloudy started to say, only to stop and look at Clyde. "Apologies, King wants me to dial back the snark a bit while you are under our wing. As for the choice of species, we needed something that would help with the new persona we're trying to nurture while not stepping on the wolf paws of the Houndmaster and embracing your canine nature without tapping Silver. Also that mask probably cost more then your student loans to produce, so be careful with it."

Though Clyde wasn't quite sure what they were looking to do with him, he suddenly found himself handling the rubber gas mask more gingerly before carefully putting it down. After King had properly introduced himself to the rubber pup in his office he had remained rather tight-lipped about what this plan of theirs was. The only thing they had made mention of was that it involved the fissure between himself and Silver that had seemed to have developed when Violet took his pup hood and identity. As he thought about it the two felt a pang of distress at not being with the pack, but what made it even worse was that it was very likely that no one even knew that he was gone with someone else wearing his mask.

After the mask had been taken out and set down Cloudy had moved on to a set of gas canisters with hose attachments, one of them with a silver marking on it while the other had a purple line. The rubberized feline explained to him that they would be using two separate gasses that were specifically formulated over the night to help with their experiment, thanks to a particularly helpful individual in the chemistry department. The silver one would help keep him in puppy-brain mode despite not having his pup hood, while the purple one would instill a more dominant attitude that they would attempt to shape and mold. When Clyde asked why they chose purple as the color the feline admitted that due to his encounter with Violet, there was greater potential for him to associate that color with dominance.

Once the essentials for the experiment were set aside, the rest of the gear that was pulled out was more fitting for a rubber pup experience. There were cuffs, straps, harnesses, and a few sex toys that Cloudy mentioned was for the sake of being prepared. Clyde also happened to notice the twitch in his groin as he finished taking everything out and telling him to put on the catsuit. As he pulled it out he found that it was a solid black, but it did have some sort of filament that was embedded on the outside of the rubber. The latex leopard told him that those would be for later and to hurry it up while he took off the hoodie completely to reveal his shiny body underneath.

Clyde found himself slightly distracted by the rubber body of the feline, but when he got a stern look from the latex leopard he coughed and began to get dressed himself. The catsuit was just like every other piece of rubber gear that the Houndmaster had, finding it slide easily into the leggings before they squished into the toes. Perhaps there was some of the same strange effects like what gave the rubber pups their bodies, though he was just grateful that he was able to get something rubbery on his body. He hadn't really realized how badly he had been wanting to get back into the slick material, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as he felt it suction against his legs while he put them on.

Once he had gotten the catsuit on the rest of the way he pulled the next entry up so that it was in the proper spot, then was about to grab the collar when he had his hand batted away by the leopard. While he had been putting on the catsuit, Cloudy had been preparing the gas mask for the training that they were about to entail. Up until this point he hadn't told Clyde what all this training was going to entail, the only thing he was told was that he would be getting softened up, presumably by hypnosis, and that it had to do with some sort of chemical in the gas mask. At that moment Clyde was just willing to go with the flow, especially since his pack was involved.

After smoothing out the last of the wrinkles, Cloudy handed him the next part of the suit that he was going to wear. When he looked at the bottom of it he could see why the feline had swatted his hand away as he saw the heavy collar that was attached to the bottom of it. Cloudy told him to sit down on the nearby chair and he would put it on him, and not to touch himself while he did since the adjustments would be rather precise. Though at first he thought that would be easy enough, as the gas mask had begun to slide down over his head the feel of the rubber sliding down over his hair and face that caused him to shiver despite himself.

"Just breathe," Cloudy reiterated as he continued to carefully push down the mask.

"Is this really necessary to be so careful?" Clyde asked while he remained still.

"There is a lot of electronics in this hood," Cloudy explained. "It's also a special project of King that we're using, so if we break it then we'll probably get vac-racked and stored as decorations in his office until he calmed down. So pipe down and keep quiet, or I'll hood and tube you first."

Though Clyde wasn't sure what that all meant, he wasn't sure that he wanted to find out as everything eventually went dark. The scent of latex filtered into his nostrils as he continued to keep still while he felt the heavy, thick collar start to rest against his lower jaw and press around his neck. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, but as the mask finally had slipped completely over his face he found himself able to see again through the tinted lenses. It was a bit of a heavy weight, definitely not like his pup hood, and Clyde could sense Silver's mix of distress and joy from the situation at hand.

Once the thick collar was secured around his throat, the neck of the catsuit being tucked underneath before it was tightened, and once Cloudy was done he told Clyde that he could stand up once more. As soon as he did he could feel the weight of the mask on his head, though it was lighter then he had thought as he continued to look through the lenses. When he attempted to shake his head to see just how well it fit he found that the rubber had practically suctioned to his head, though given what wonders he had already seen he wouldn't be surprised if it was somehow changing or altering his body. He still wasn't sure how it all worked though, and he figured that it probably would be revealed to him any time soon as he watched the shiny feline start to screw one of the tanks into the hose.

Once the gas canister had been finished being secured, Cloudy showed him the remote before securing the tank to a holster to his back. Clyde had noted that it was the silver canister that he had screwed in as he was brought over towards the mirror. Though he wasn't used to having such a heavy mask on his head he was quickly getting acclimated to it, and when he saw himself the reflection had almost caused him to jump. The shiny black rubber jackal looked incredibly intimidating, even with the harness and cuffs that he wore it only seemed to make him even more imposing. He found himself standing there in awe of his own body, and as he continued to look he saw Cloudy come up behind him.

"God, that is a sexy outfit," Cloudy said as his eyes looked hungrily over Clyde's form. "If I was more into canines then I would consider putting in a little something for myself, but at the very least we're definitely getting some pictures later."

"I'm glad that you approve," Clyde replied, shivering slightly as he felt the rub of latex against latex that was causing his maleness to start to push against the confines of the suit. "So... what happens now?"

"Now I need you to go away," Cloudy stated simply, Clyde's back straightening slightly as he saw Cloudy manipulate a valve that was on the end of the hose attached to the canister. "While King hasn't given me the specific details on what is going on, we have to start with Silver and work our way through him."

"All this... just to call out Silver?" Clyde asked, his breath catching slightly in his throat as he began to feel slightly lightheaded. A slightly sweet smell had invaded his nostrils and his tongue started to feel a little numb, and at the mention of his name he could feel his puppy-brained alter ego start to manifest already. "Seems like... all this... is a bit of overkill..."

"Just trust the process," Cloudy replied as he came up behind Clyde, pushing a hand against his chest as something began to form in the lenses of the jackal mask. "Just breathe in and be a good boy, let Silver come out to play."

Clyde found himself trying to say that he was a good boy, but as spirals formed in front of his eyes he found himself losing the ability to speak. It had been the first time since his encounter with Violet that he had gotten Silver to come out, and while he didn't have the hood that normally unlocked such a thing the latex leopard was doing his best to coax the puppy out. He could feel his tail starting to wag and his human consciousness sinking deeper with every second, breathing when Cloudy told him to breathe and watching the hypnotic images in front of him. As he could feel his muscles relaxing words began to flash in front of his eyes that were embedded in the program, and though he couldn't comprehend them there was no need to...

...not when he was a good puppy.

Silver let out a small series of barks as he once more bubbled to the forefront, happy that he was finally able to shed the trappings of that silly human mentality. He had been a bit shell-shocked when he had suddenly become lost when he met that other puppy, but while Cloudy was a cat he felt safe in his paws. There was also a growing lust that was being stoked into him by the feline, and as he took another deep breath he found himself becoming even more scattered then usual. But Cloudy began to say something, and though it was hard for him to understand the words that were coming out of his mouth he knew enough that he should be excited about it.

Cloudy just grinned as he could feel the other man starting to practically vibrate into his grasp, glancing down at his phone to see that the puppy hypnosis program had already managed to draw the rubber pup out. The feline hadn't even been sure if it was possible; the houndmaster had linked the identities of the pack to their masks so that when they were permanently bonded they'd be in that mentality forever, but whatever Violet had done to Clyde and Silver had created a unique schism. It was what King had hoped, Cloudy thought to himself, and as he continued to keep Silver in the forefront he started to stroke the shiny silver cock that had pushed its way out. Though there was a feeling of resistance from the human at being put back under, the desire to ride the huge waves of pleasure that came from being a rubber pup.

Soon the air was filled with the whimpers and moans of Silver as the hypnosis and Cloudy's words began to shift in direction, pushing him to be even more submissive then he already was. As the latex leopard told him to embrace those desires, to embrace being a needy dog. Soon the rubber jackal creature was practically quivering as the feline pumped on his cock in slow, smooth strokes while watching the levels on the container. The gas was doing its job incredibly well, to the point that even Silver couldn't find the means to form words with the brain-melting pleasure that was being fed to him.

The programming continued on for about half an hour, and Silver was so inundated with bliss that he found it hard to even focus at what was going on. His mind felt like it was floating, and the more he breathed the deeper he sank. It was like his entire body was melting within the confines of the rubber, to the point where there was some rational part of his mind that wondered if this was some sort of transformation that was similar to what the other pups had undergone. Even before he could pull on that threat however it evaporated into the thick miasma of euphoria, and when he heard a clicking sound Silver realized that he was back on his bed looking up at the leopard straddling him.

"Time to focus now, pup," Cloudy said as he grabbed onto the hardened rubber of the gas mask, directing the listing gaze of the rubber pup back to the latex leopard. "That brain of yours should be about turned to mush now, and while I would love to reshape you into some pet that I keep at the store to service the customers and myself, King would kill me. But at this point we should have you down deep enough that I can override the Houndmaster... at least that's the plan. Now, who do you obey, pup?"

It took several seconds before the addled mind of the pup could focus enough to respond. "I... obey... Houndmaster," Silver managed to say.

"And who else?" Cloudy asked.

"I... nobody else," Silver said in confusion.

"Oh no, there is someone else that you see as master, don't you?" Cloudy said as he leaned in even closer, feeling the rubber encased creature trembling underneath his body as he utilized the programming and gas that was being pumped into him. Even though he couldn't see it or recognize it, Silver was being rapidly conditioned to have another besides the Houndmaster to be above him, something that normally wouldn't even be considered even when he was being trained by Blue. "Say who is your master here, pup, tell me and I will give you your treat."

There was another few moments of pause from the rubber pup as he continued to gasp and pant, the pleasure working its way to the point of his consciousness being completely overloaded while his rubberized cock throbbed hard. There was one other name that came up in his mind other then the Houndmaster that he would follow, a creature that had completely and utterly dominated his mind and body as his back arched upon his latex-covered nipples being rubbed on. "It's... you," Silver finally gasped. "Master Cloudy..."

"You're damn right," Cloudy replied with a smirk. "Looks like we're starting to get past those safeguards that the Houndmaster put into you, though we still need to get you into the proper mindset if we're going to build you up to what we need. Now, get on your hands and knees to present yourself to your new master, pup."

Silver let out a whimper as pure pleasure coursed through his veins at the dominant tone of the feline on top of him. Even though he wasn't his master or a canine at all, something that used to preclude him from seeing the feline as anything other then another rubber creature, he found himself submitting to this creature. Cloudy quickly slid off of him and allowed him to adjust his position on the bed, watching as the rubber pup quickly put his butt up in the air and wagged his tail while wiggling his hips. It was quite the wanton sight, and the leopard was already gripping his half-hard dick at the sight of it as he licked his lips.

"That's right, you know that your place me," Cloudy growled, his voice becoming huskier and more sultry as he climbed back on the bed. "How much do you want this bone buried in you, pup? How much do you want to please your master and be a good boy for him?"

"Oh, I want it so bad!" Silver cried out, moaning wantonly as his back arched at Cloudy merely touching him. "Let me be your good boy, Master Cloudy! I want you to completely dominate me!"

Cloudy found himself pausing slightly at how needy Silver sounded, hearing him practically panting in the sea of chemically-induced submission and bliss. "Wow, that mask really did do a number on you," Cloudy mentioned as he once more started to push forward, using his hand to guide the tip of his latex cock into the rubberized hole presented to him. "Now I want you to feel how good it is to submit, and with every thrust you are going to fall deeper and deeper into submission until you don't even know how to give a command."

All Silver could do in response is once more let out a moan, especially as his new master began to fill him. It had been so long since he had felt the sweet surrender of submission, and while sometimes the pack would want to be dominant, that was not where his head was at. He couldn't even begin to think of defying anyone, much less his master, and as his insides were being stretched out by the rather sizable cock belonging to the latex leopard. The only place he could ever think of being is underneath someone else, the pup being truly in his place as his hips were pulled up slightly and he was plowed into.

As Cloudy continued to slide his cock deeper into the rubber pup he also kept telling him just how submissive he needed to be, that he would listen to his master no matter what, and that there was nothing else above his total surrender that would give him pleasure. It was to sink him to the very bottom of his authority and dominance; Cloudy needed Silver to be there so that they could have a rubber pup in the pack, but for what they were planning they also had to make sure he wouldn't get in the way of things. Before this point if Clyde needed to come out there might have been a struggle, but with the intense conditioning that was being pumped into his mind just like the cock steadily pumping into his tailhole that would change everything. As they continued on Cloudy kept pushing, both mentally with his domineering attitude and also physically as he used his weight to pin the other rubber man down onto the bed.

By the time Cloudy had reached his climax he could hear Silver babbling incoherently underneath him, the pleasure and hypnotic effects leaving him a squirming, writhing pile of pleasure that had already orgasmed. As the rubber feline gripped the hips of the other man and pushed all the way to the hilt he reminded Silver of one simple truth that would burrow all the way to the core of his mind; he belonged to Master Cloudy, and he was a good boy. The jackal mask muffled the howl that came from the rubber pup as he could feel his new feline owner flooding his insides, his own inner walls squeezing and clamping down on the throbbing member that was inside of him. With one final grunt Silver eventually collapsed on the bed, completely spent, and Cloudy had to brace himself to not practically fall on top of him as he panted hard.

After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Cloudy straightened his back once more and pulled out of Silver's tailhole. As he let the shaft slowly slide out of the ring of muscle he managed to also look at the gas tank and saw that it was completely empty. "That's one down," Cloudy said, pausing and shuddering as he managed to get the tip out of him before sliding off the bed. "Now comes the hard part."

Just as he was about to unscrew it and prepare for the next part, Cloudy heard his phone ringing in the other room. With the ringtone he knew exactly who it was, and it prompted him to rush out into the main room to grab it. "Hey, I'm here," Cloudy said quickly, hearing the voice on the other end ask if things were going to plan. "Yeah, I just gave him the first dose and he took it rather well, seems that natural submissive side was still completely intact."

"Actually... there is something that I've been wondering about this entire plan," Cloudy continued on after hearing the affirmation from the one on the other end of the line. "I know that we're doing this to try and help things out with the Houndmaster, but are you really sure that they are going to allow this? You know how tight knit they are, the second we send someone like this into their midst they're going to think exactly what you're hoping that they won't."

Cloudy listened to the one on the other end explain things, his head nodding occasionally before he let out a sigh. "Alright, as long as you think this is actually going to work," Cloudy said as he looked back into the room. "None of us have ever done anything like this before, and while I'm intensely curious if this actually works the last thing I want to do is turn Clyde into some sort of mental case. I know that the schism between him and Silver is unprecedented, but..."

As Cloudy heard the explanation on the other end he just nodded once more, then hung up the phone and looked at his watch. He muttered that King would be hear in a few hours and he still hadn't even gotten halfway done with the new training protocol, and as he poked his head back inside he could see that Silver was out like a light. It wouldn't do for him to activate anything while he was completely asleep, and as the latex leopard thought about it he figured it was just as well. He had just put the rubber pup through a rather intense session, and with the next set of commands that they were about to give him it would be akin to psychic whiplash.

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Cloudy said to himself as he went over and grabbed the second canister, this one marked with purple lines before heading back in. "If the psychology department found out, we'd all be out on our asses at a minimum. But... it's going to be interesting to see how this plays out."

Though the concern for Silver's well-being, as well as their own, was at the forefront of his mind, Cloudy still found his curiosity winning out as he detached the empty silver tank from the tube it had been feeding the gas into. As it disconnected he caught a whiff of what had been pumped into Silver's body and found himself shaking his head slightly, feeling the same sense of seeking submission that he had just instilled into the one laying there. It reminded the latex leopard that he would really have to talk to the guy at the chemistry department to see what else he could potentially cook up, but for the moment they had a mission to complete and an experiment to run. Once he had secured the empty tank he had put the purple marked one on instead, being very careful not to open the valve as he set it aside.

Once he was done with that, Cloudy sat down by the side of the bed and opened the app on his phone. It was connected directly to the electronics that were in the jackal mask, and when he finally got it booted up he found that the submission program was still running. That was no longer needed, and hadn't been as the feline pressed a hand against the rump of the one that he was laying next to. Cloudy stashed the file before he brought up another one, a small smirk forming on his muzzle as he got it ready to play.

"This is going to be such a trip," Cloudy remarked as he continued to rub against the rear of the jackal-masked rubber creature that he looked down upon. "You're not going to know what hit you, and in a way I'm sort of jealous. To have one's personality not rewritten, but totally molded and shaped into something new... if this really does work then perhaps King will find another willing test subject to try this out on, though I don't mind you being the first guinea pig."

There was no response, as Cloudy expected, and instead merely put the phone down with the file marked as Shadow Reborn ready to play as soon as the rubber pup awoke from his bliss-induced slumber...