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Disney TF Stories: Oliver and Company

Originally written by LorneLyon

Another version made by Skyblue2005

NOTE: A prologue and an epilogue are added to give focus to a main character pitted against another world. Also the main character outside this story is normally either 1.71m and 1.98m, although his 2.44m height change is occassionally used. Changes and corrections were added and ensured to keep the story intact, but don't be hard on LorneLyon. He did his best and I'm proud of his work, and he allowed to me to upload his work, though I made multiple changes, so free feel to check it out.

Prologue:

Two years ago, a lean muscular fox with brown fur and black hair named Timothy Soro went off to a city library to meet up with his wallaby friend. As soon as he was asked to get a biogrpahic about a controversial business-tycoon-turned-president on accounts of learning strategies and mistakes made in the past, Timothy noticed an old black book, stained with holes, dirt and coffee rings and contrasting in color compared to light-colored books, all stationed in the History section. Timothy picked up that book, but was interrupted by a female librarian sheep, who ordered to have it transferred to a local museum as she found it unnerving but another librarian, who happened to be Timothy's friend named Aaron Matthews in form of a skunk, persuaded her to just give it to him and assured her that his friend would handle that book better than anyone else. As the librarian sheep sighed, nodded in approval and walked away, Aaron noticed Timothy amusedly reading the old book and encouraged him to give it a try, saying "I sense your curiosity Tim. Trust me, I haven't tried this book, let alone I heard enough about it, but I'm sure it will work wonders for you, and possibly change the world for the better. Though you better do it in a private room so no one will ever disturb you." Timothy happily nodded and walked away back to his wallaby friend, as Aaron thought to himself, "If only some fool knew what we had gave away, they might have kept it themself."

Later at night, he walked into his condo penthouse where he could rest. He had a younger sister, who went to Germany to stay with their father's relatives for few years, and had in good touch with her. Being alone in his penthouse, he would have no problem with anyone interrupting him. He placed the old book on a coffee table, reading page to page for 1 hour, but when he reached one page tagged with a warning about the next page providing dark magic, although hesistant, he went through it and that page started glowing as light purple spirits sprout around the living room and the mist started clouding the same room. This situation was beyond escaping quickly for Timothy as the white mist forcibly penetrated his snout up to his brain, triggering physical and mental changes in him. With his brain corrupted with dark magic, he began to growl in rage and feel his body shaking and aching as his limbs expanded and his back widened, tearing most of his clothes and making room for muscles to grow bigger. As transformation was growing him from a lean 1.71m to a big and wide bodybuilder standing at 2.44m, his sheath began to take effect during the last part of corruption. His balls became rounder and bigger and overproduced white seed, his red member swole longer and thicker with more visible veins, causing Timothy to squirt a big flowing splooge of seed and roar louder. The overwhelming magic hit his brain, putting his body and his dick on air penetration, and every thrust gave him pain due to continuous growth and pleasure due to his dick being sensitive, but as pain started to subside, he began panting and jacking his dick off in an ever-increasing pleasure, with his pace becoming faster until climax. He yelled in pleasure, came with five shots and knelt down tired. Satisfied with new changes in him, he grinned maliciously and began to laugh evilly, realizing his new purpose thanks to the old book.

Timothy stood up and walked into a mirror, flexing and posing to the reflection and reflecting the difference between his past self and his present. Realizing himself to be still horny with his large dick still erect and leaking seed, Timothy decided to have a jack-off-fest, from one room to another, just to spite himself for being some goody-two-shoes, despite his past muscular build suggesting otherwise.

Chapter 1: At the Other Side of the Cover

Timothy took the screwdriver to tighten the last screw of his newest invention. For months he has been busy with drawing blueprints, failing, drawing again, testing, finding the right parts, testing and now, just before 25th December of 2018, he was able to give himself the perfect Christmas gift. He licked his lips when the screw didn't want to be tighten any further. He grinned, "This is it! The biggest part of my goal from last two years since I discovered this old book back in the library!" as he grabbed the book and skimmed through specific pages that set his plans in motion, before placing it and his invention covered in a facetowel in his briefcase.

It wasn't just any book, it was the way to make his dreams come true, even if it would corrupt anyone. Wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt, gray pants a pair of black shoes, as he went to work in his own workroom in a science lab, he looked out of the window for the sky was gray and raining, but to him the sun was shining. He was just so excited about his invention he actually wanted to proceed directly, but he had one last meeting to attend in the afternoon and afterwards he would free to get his plan going. He stood straight, stripped himself topless and flexed his arms and bounced his pecs, all in his belief that he was already imagining the great changes he would make for those who didn't knew yet. How beautifully he would change their minds for the better while some would say for the worse, but he never bothered to care. Others couldn't understood his passion and would never get to taste its sweetness like he did. He took his invention, unveiled to be a ray gun, out of his briefcase and placed it into a large heavy aluminum chest, also filled with a pile of books and something that looked like a string of paper bombs. He locked the chest and took the key with him before heading to the meeting.

After the meeting, he quickly locked the door in his workroom, let down the blinds, ensured sound proofing around the walls and windows, and turned off all the lights except a couple of candles he would light up. All of this had to be done in style according to the old black book, not with modern light. He had a hard time keeping his cool during the meeting, all thinking about his plan, although everyone there believed he was just excited to meet a famous bodybuilder-turned-governor of California next month. But now he was here, he hadn't set any visit, so till new year he had all the time in the world. Having unlocked the chest with his hands shivering in excitement, he first took the paper bombs, the most important part of his plans, whose contents derived from dark magic emitted by the old book. It wasn't easy to make them, nevertheless he did it, for if the recipe was correct these things would change world. He hooked the bombs against a belt he made with a magic-protective leather just for this trip, being able to support the bombs and the ray gun without feeling heavy. He made sure to use any material as light as possible, so they wouldn't weigh him down.

Then he looked to the pile of books. There they were, his special collection: Disney books, the key to his plan and a special collection he had chosen with care. He looked through these titles again, feeling his heart warm with each one he read. 'The Lion King', 'Bambi', 'Monsters Inc', 'Robin Hood', 'Oliver and Company', 'Zootopia', 'Lady and the Tramp', 'Bolt', '101 Dalmatians', 'The Aristocats', 'The Fox and the Hound', 'Jungle Book' and 'Brother Bear'. He was just to excited for this was it. Now he would be able to go to any of these books and make them perfect, giving their characters what they deserved thanks to his inventions. He then calmed himself, saying "Alright Timothy, get your mind straight. Now where am I going to start?" He placed the books in front of him, each title pulled him, but he knew where to start and took the black book that had the golden title: 'Oliver and Company'.

The book was calling for him, a perfect test for his bombs, the setting was everything he wanted, everything he needed. It was good to start easy before getting to something harder. He flipped the cover and searched through the pages, looking for a moment he could enter until he found it, a page where a trio of dogs named Tito, Francis and Einstein stayed alone in their owner's barge. Having found the perfect opportunity, Timothy aimed his ray gun at the specific page and flipped the switch. As a small, long light bulb attached onto the gun emits light, Timothy started to laugh evilly, knowing he had sound proofed his room. Then a bright purple light came out, blinding him for a moment and causing him to fall backwards. When he looked up, he almost couldn't hide his excitement. The black was, the light feeling of the water, the smell of salt. He did it, all those months of work had paid off, besides his clothes wet by a water puddle he fell upon. He decided to concentrate, saying to himself "stick to the plan and don't wander around." He walked behind the boxes and noticed past them, it was Tito the Chihuahua, Einstein the Great Dane and Francis the British Bulldog having a chat there, in the bright spot in the middle, on all fours like they should be, but not for long.

Chapter 2: A Puff of Smoke

"This is nuts" said Tito in an hyperactive way, hipping around like crazy, "Why do have we being stick here while they can have the fun?"

Francis responded in a dramatic way "You know why Tito? We have the great mission to protect our home against Sykes and his low class of so called dogs."

"I would take them down on my own...yes I would" Tito said, stamping on the ground and hipping around like a loose string toy.

"Easy there buddy" Einstein said to his smaller pal, "Leave some energy for the moment they indeed show up, but I hope Dodger and Oliver come back before that. I'm--"

Suddenly there occurred a big bump somewhere behind them, cutting Einstein off mid-sentence and prompting the trio to turn to the likely source.

Fancis yelled "Oh no! They're trying to sink us!"

Before anyone could react, the room was filled with white smoke. The three could hardly see each other, let alone the wooden planks and recent pawprints (if they ever left behind), but before they even could start finding the exit a sharp feeling entered their bodies, slamming them to the ground. Tito looked at his paws, it was like snakes were entering, all his vines were moving like crazy. "What the hell was happening?" said the chihuahua, then it started. His paws started to shift shape, fingers growing, his paws became flatter and bigger, forming into hands. He could see his bones reshape until they became more human-like. His legs reshaped as well, making it possible for him to stand on two. Then he grew taller, taller till he was almost 2.20 meters. He was a bit wobbling on his new legs as the changes didn't stop. He could see his arms and leg expand and pack with thick and beefy muscles, his chest growing bigger and bigger until it was topped with a set of nice, round hot pecs, his stomach changing into a pack of six beautiful abs, and two nipples popped out of the thin fur on his chest with the same color as his hairband he was still wearing. He panted and let his tongue out due to heat from this transformation, but he could also feel a burning sensation in his fury sheath.

Einstein had his tail between his legs and his ears down as he lost sight of the others, but the feeling of fear was quickly replaced with horniness as his body reshaped as well into his new anthro form. He became almost 3 meters and his muscles grew thicker and stronger than Tito's. His ass grew as well, giving him two nice, gray, round globes. He panted and felt a burning sensation between them, with his left hand playing with his new nipples and his right finding the twitching butthole. With a dumb but pleasured look on his face, he started to bring his finger in.

Francis was enjoying himself as well. He became smaller than Tito, just around 2 meters but he had a nice, thick muscle gut he could feel proud for. He smiled as he rubbed over it. He thought to himself "It's feel nice, very nice!" His hand smacked the stacked flesh on his belly, it didn't move an inch. He was the perfect muscle gut guy, and he loved it.

The smoke cleared a little and Tito was able to looked around. He saw Einstein on his back, two fingers in his ass. He grinned, realizing what the dumb looking dog needed and what he needed himself. He walked to him and placed a hand on Einstein's eight pack, smiling and saying "Hey my man. Can I say you look amazing?" Einstein smiled back, as his lips found Tito's and the two kissed for a moment. They suddenly realized how hot they both looked to and what they felt for each other all that time, while Francis witnessed them but was still playing with his gut. Tito and Einstein then turned their faces to Francis and that was that they all knew what they wanted, but they sensed it wasn't the time just yet, with their ears risen, hearing a scooter screeching as their owner Fagin, accompanied by Oliver and Dodger, had arrived at the boat. The three could heard Fagin saying "Quick, go and see if they are alright. I'll catch you up in a moment." The three smiled to each other, pulling back in the shadows and waiting.

Chapter 3: Big Surprise.

"Come on kitten" said Dodger while running toward the stairs, "They may be in danger." Dodger and Oliver run into the barge while Fagin parked his scooter and looked around the surroundings for potential intruders. When the two were just inside, they could see the room was empty, aside from a little bit of smoke hoovering just above the ground. Dodger's ears dropped down, not liking the feeling in this situation as he could smell the others here or there. And something else, there was nothing dangerous but it didn't seem normal as well. Oliver, also sensing discomfort, said with a little voice "Be careful Dodger" as the Jack Russel placed his paw on the wooden floor and replied "You too. I don't like the feeling of this. Come on, let's split and look for them."

Dodger walked ahead, looking behind boxes and taking the right route while Oliver took the left one. His ears were scanning around, like it was whatever was happening had blocked the sounds from outside. He couldn't even hear the water beneath him. As he reached the next pile of boxes and looked behind it, he found nothing, yet he still had the feeling something was after at him, raising his ears up and prompting him to yell "Kitten, are you there?!" No response but silence, Dodger's ears went down again and his tail dropped. Something was wrong, something was very wrong and he had to get out of his before it got him too. Slowly he backed down until he bumped into something. With fear, he turned himself to be greetded by a huge pair of brown legs. Further up he could see a throbbing red member, huge pecs and a toothy smile under a green hairband with fire red hair, who said "Hello Dodger, fancy seeing you here." Dodger was surprised to react, as his nose signaled that the big figure was Tito...but that was impossible.

A giant Tito smiled and licked his lips, adding "It's true buddy, it's me." He then flexed his arms, showing his bulging arms. "And soon, you will understand, isn't that true guys?" Another creature joined the giant chihuahua, a grey one that matched the same smell as Einstein who placed his arm on Tito's shoulder and licked his cheek, replying "It's true my dear. My Tito helped us realize that we will get nowhere with ourselves being nice. And you know what Dodge? Why in New York would you steal, when we could be this beefy and mean? We were so blind before, now look at us, it is awesome. We should have started this much, much earlier." However, Dodger could not do anything to respond but stare in disbelieve, feeling another two creatures behind him and hence trapping him completely. Those two coming out of shadows were Francis and the now transformed Oliver, much to Dodger's horror.

Oliver, in a friendly manner, explained this new change, that as soon as he and Dodger split up while searching, Francis hiding in a hammock trapped him under his belly, restraining the poor cat down so he would be forced to inhale the smoke and transform. Growing until 2.3 meters, packing with nice lean and ripped muscles like a competitive bodybuilder. That mean smoke completely destroyed the once scared but innocent cat, he was the Scare himself now, with claws as sharp as a tiger's, muscles as big as a whale and pride equivalent to a lion. As Oliver ended the story, he placed his hands behind his head and make his abs roll, seductively saying to Dodger "They're right Dodge, they have shown me the right path. Now I don't have to stand to bullies, because I am one. Hahaha, Dodger oh Dodger, please don't fight it. I'll go easy on you, if you just cooperate."

Overwhelmed with fear, Dodger snapped "No, stay away from me you freaks!" He counted his chance and jumped, only to be countered by the new Oliver quickly grabbing his tail. Oliver's smile turned evil, saying "How sad. Now we have to do this the hard way." Tito kept Dodger at his collar while Francis started playing with his cock, hardening it, making it stiff and twitching. While the three transformed dogs chuckled at this misfortune, Oliver prepare his feline dick at Dodger, saying "Hahaha! Now enjoy my pole, motherfucker!" and pressed his musky privates against Dodger's face. Dodger yelped and almost cried, unable to believe these guys used to be his friends. His thought were abrupt when Oliver forced his cock into his maw. He gagged and tried to pull back but Oliver was stronger. The musk entered his nose, finding its way through his brain, clouding his mind and manipulating Dodger's thoughts, "Was it really that bad to be mean? Sykes did it for a year and became rich. Maybe we all got it all wrong, maybe being the bad guy was the answer." Dodger couldn't see the beefy boys grinning as they realize the process started. Dodger started to lick and suck the former kitten's cock, having made his mind, "Yeah, being bad is the answer. No more dump, no more shit, no more debt. People would kneel for our new appearance. Society would pay for the way they had been treating us! Once we were garbage, now we would make those assholes stink, reek of our musk and cum!", Dodger's eyes turned angry as he began pushing his head against Oliver's dick, as if he willingly embraced the dark side with vengeful intent.

Oliver smiled madly and pridefully as he could see Dodger's body shapeshift to make his new form. His ass was the big price, being nice and round and almost as big as Einstein's. He got a pair of big biceps that he could use to bent steel bars with. His back widened and his chest grew, giving him the biggest nipples of all of them, two buttons of serious pleasure. Once the transformation was finished, Oliver pulled his cock out and Dodger coughed a little bit. The newly transformed dog looked up and grinned, saying "Hahaha, Oh my Oliver, my three big boys, thanks for showing me the path. Boy, I have been so blind too." Oliver offered Dodger his paw and he took it. The only thing that remained in Dodger was the red bandana tied around his neck. Oliver pulled Dodger closer and they locked lips, as his hands traveled over the body of his buddy. Oliver commented "Daaamn dog look at you. So beefy and thick, I'm going to enjoy this." Tito interrupted "We all will, you big mean cat, but we have one last job to do." Their ears all rose as two pairs of feet appeared on the stairs.

Chapter 4: Who is the Boss?

Fagin finally finished inspection around his barge and quickly rushed to its deck, all because of the big bang at the boat, he, Dodger and Oliver had to go there as quick as possible. Hoping his pets were alright, he jumped downstairs and looked into the room where his eyes grew big as he saw what he saw. Five...creatures were standing there, all naked, with throbbing cocks and big muscles. Initially, he thought these to be a new crew sent by Sykes, only to realize they had the same faces as his dogs. Tito was the first to speak, "Hello Fagin, we hope you like our new appearance." Fagin yelped and fell down backwards in shock.

Each of the five started to flex and show off, doing bodybuilder poses and making sure they even showed off their cocks, buttocks and muscles. "Wha-wha-what are you five?" Fagin said in almost disbelief, asking as if what he saw was even real. "Don't you recognize us?" responded the Dodger creature who loosened and showed his owner his red bandanna. "Remember this? You gave that to me years ago." Fagin's face reacted with fear and disgust, "What?! What did you do to Dodger?! What have you done with my pets?!" Sensing the human's reaction, Oliver offered to calm him down, saying "We get it mister, it sounds unbelievable, but we used to be small and standing on fours, now something good has happened and we've become this. It's something very good you will understand. We've found the right path and it has rewarded us." Francis added "We've agreed if anyone deserves to be like this, it's you master. You are the one who gave us shelter and love, the best things we all deserve to have in our lives. You are the only one that deserves true power, and we want to give it to you."

A horrified Fagin however responded "So that means, Sykes must have done something with a bang to turn you into monsters! You don't deserve to be in this state! I have to get out of here!" Fagin then ran up the boat with fear, but Einstein already had jumped to the upper step, blocking the path out, and begged "Please don't leave us. We would hate to force you to take it, for you are truly our master." The human still in shock ask "Ma-ma-master?"

"Yeeesss" said Dodger who appeared behind Fagin, with his paw stroking Fagin's arm and saying "You can see you're not our master, but to us, you are the true master of our gang, a true leader who will unlock the gates of revenge." Dodger wrapped his hands around Fagin's belly and started to pull his zipper down. He could have easily ripped the clothes off, but the gang knew the best result would be given if Fagin took it out of his own will. "Aren't you happy to see us like this?" said the orange cat, posing again for his soon-to-be-master, "I know this will take a lot for you to accept, but we are hot, we are happy. This is what we want, and we want to share it with you. Don't you want us to be happy?" Francis added "Please master, we're repaying you for all you've done for us. If you weren't here for us, we wouldn't be able to have a good life in this dog-forsaken world, but if we weren't here for you, you wouldn't be able to live pass even a single debt."

The jacket fell on the ground and the gang knew that corruption had started when they saw the black hair on his chest. Fagin looked down at that same hair, softly sighed and nodded. "Debt. Your're right. I'm done being a wuss. Let me embrace this great feeling you all have. Change me" which excited the gang who quickly gathered around and worship Fagin whose hands made new fur sprout, muscles tightened, and entire body began growing. The changing human growled in excitement and lust as he could feel the power enter his body. His mind was changing and he could sense the stupid thoughts of being nice leaving, making room for new thoughts, thoughts of toughness, crime, bad, and revenge. His face changed as well, forming into a canine shape, as his entire body was covered in black fur and big muscles. For everyone in this gang, he had become one with the biggest and strongest muscles, though Einstein remained the tallest, but he believed the Great Dane would never turn on him for he had been connected with his pals deeper and better than anyone else before, in thought, in body, in mind and even in lust.

When the changes stopped, he was no longer the weak human Fagin. His dog breed was now a Labrador, but he wasn't some soft-hearted goof once people saw around. No, he became bad and dangerous, who only wanted two things: having sex with his buddies and getting the man who ruined his life. With these in mind, the new Fagin walked to his pals, sharing kisses and touched with them in order to understand their needs better. Once he was done, he grinned. "Boys, tonight we will make our big change, although I don't think I have to tell you what's going to happen" in which the big boys nodded and acknowledged "We know, master. We knew before you. Now let's get them."

Chapter 5: A Change of Mind

The two Dobermanns Rosco and DeSoto reached and walked onto Fagin's barge, with Rosco complaining "Hey DeSoto, I wonder if the wimp's even here. Our boss is getting impatient." DeSoto replied "Then we have to give them a warning. Let's get in and break some stuff. But of course, if there's someone guarding this boat, we'll break their legs. Literally." The duo grinned and went through the door down to the stairs and they could see a dim light coming from there, snickering by the idea of what they could do if no one was there. They walked around a bit for a short while, only to find a pile of clothes on a mattress.

Rosco: "Aww. Look DeSoto, he's sleeping. Should we wake him up?"

DeSoro: "How cute. Now!"

The two gathered around the mattress, with Rosco pulling the clothes away with his maw, but that was no human under it. From under the clothes, a big and muscular creature looked at them with a big, toothy smile. "Looking for me?" said that creature with a voice seemingly distorted. The two Dobers yelped and stared in confusion and horror as the creature stood up and flexed some biceps. "Or were you just looking for a good time? My crew would probably love to help you."

The two turned their faces to see the transformed version of whom they early called scumbags, flexing and grinning at the former.

A first-time sarcastic Fagin said "Aww, don't be scared you two. You don't mean to wake me up so rudely. I promise you, they won't hurt you. Because otherwise, what is fun about a toy if it's broken after just one use? I assure you we'll be careful, for now."

A horrified Rosco snapped in Italian, "Oh padre, questo deve essere un inferno! Per favore salvami!"

(ENG: Oh father, this must be hell! Please save me!)

Rosco jumped and was halfway the stairs before looking back, where three creatures already had taken DeSoto, who was appalled by his partner's reaction and yelled "Codardo! Torna qui!" (ENG: Coward! Come back here!)

Rosco guitlily couldn't do anything to save DeSoto but escape the barge as Dodger and Francis went after him. Up the deck and up the docks, he quickly ran into a nearby an organized pile of cargo containers to take his breath, but not for long as Francis smashed through the upper deck and land at the cargo bay, just in front of Rosco, leaving a crater onto concrete and emitting an air wave to knock down several cargo containers down to the ground but spare the helpless Doberman. Francis, the muscle gut bulldog grabbed him by his neck, as his eyes twinkled in excitement, saying "Oh, I like to play tag. And guess what pretty boy, I'm tagged." Rosco looked back, seeing Dodger arriving at the cargo bay followed the rest of the gang behind him, and bit Francis' hand, forcing the bulldog to let go and allowing Rosco to run away. The annoyed Francis yelled "Oi! Get back here you little twat!" as he run toward Rosco, but the Doberman quickly jumped and disappeared through a manhole. Dodger placed his paw on Francis' shoulder to calm the latter down, saying "Let him go, for now. Sewers are a bad place for him, he'll come out into the streets in no time."

Back in the barge, Fagin put his hand on the shoulder of the newest member of their gang. The newly anthropomorphic Doberman sitting in the shadows growled and licked his lips, saying "My new master, I want to play too." Fagin nodded and replied "Then get him. I don't want to separate a pair."

Rosco quickly run out from another manhole, as Dodger expected, and through the streets of New York. He thought to himself "I never should have left DeSoto behind, but what could I do?! I can't think well enough, other than the fact DeSoto is weak, not fast enough to escape, but still!" As he looked around and set his eyes on the park in front him, continuously thinking "That's it! I'm at Chelsea Piers! If I'm quick enough run past it, I'll be home and Sykes will protect me! I hope he has some defense of his own!" He ran over through grass and path until he could see the lights of his boss' office, in a form of a warehouse connected by the bridge just straight ahead, but the exit gate was dark with no lights and blocked by two figures in silhouette leaning against its columns and Rosco was able to sense that they didn't seem to be smoking teens. Lights at the exit flickered and turned on, revealing Oliver and Dodge. A panicky Rosco turned back to the entrance only to be blocked by Tito and Einstein. He felt helpless when two figures jumped out of a tree nearby the entrance and landed in front of him, revealing themselves to be Francis and Rosco's newly transformed brother DeSoto.

DeSoto had some serious muscles, not as much as Fagin or Einstein had but enough to look really threatening, his cock hang on his knees and even within the pitch black chest fur his nipples were still darker, looking like two holes, and his face was filled with anger from Rosco's cowardice. DeSoto called him out "You left me in the boat when I was cornered by three monstrous scumbugs, you fucking selfish fuck!"

"I-I was going to get he-he-help! I swear! We both saw the situation that's be-be--" replied the panicky Rosco.

DeSoto cut him off "Beyond us?! Don't bullshit me with your lies! I can taste it, and it only makes me angrier!" He then smashed his fist against a tree, leaving a hole in it, to show about seriously furious DeSoto was at his pathetic brother, in which Francis gave his mean grin in response, saying "How sad. Being betrayed by your own family. Why don't you...pay him back and complete our master's mission?"

DeSoto smiled and nodded, "With pleasure, our master will be happy once I give him the last minion."

Surrounded by transformed monsters, Rosco howled as he could see DeSoto approached him. He could feel the hand tight around his neck. He growled "No, let me go you big monstrous FREAK!" and tried biting his big brother's hand, only for the latter to remain firm.

DeSoto grinned, "So much for brotherly love, huh. You know what, fuck it. No mercy." He pinned down Rosco onto the ground, took his cock and pushed it right into his brother's ass. Rosco whimpered and howled in pain and fear as he could feel DeSoto began to pound him, in and out like he was nothing more than a cheap sex toy.

And...he was, wasn't he? Did he even deserves his brothers big cock their? DeSoto was right, he left him like a coward. He wasn't worth fucking with that great cock. He panted as his body gave in to the transformation thanks to the huge amounts of precum leaking in. DeSoto grinned as he could see his brother's body take form for his new role. Just like him, he was gifted with a set of big muscles, perfect to protect their master as a wall of big muscled guards. He could protect himself as well but this was what they would be, his personal wall. Unfortunately unlike his brother, Rosco wasn't gifted with a big cock, instead his cock shrank until there was nothing left but a smooth bulge that wouldn't give him sexual stimulation at all, for his punishment was a null. But because they were brothers and DeSoto was rewarded for fulfilling his revenge against his cowardly twin, he was gifted by giving Rosco got big fat, bubbling fuck ass. And ass that would be in constant need for cock, and only then the large cock of DeSoto would be enough to give him pleasure. Being a fuck toy, that was a punishment Rosco deserved for abandoning his brother out of fear. The only way for Rosco to get sexual pleasure was getting pounded on his ass by cocks since his own cock reduced into an unpleasurable bulge and Rosco would never be able to ever cum by himself ever again.

"Well done fellas!" said the big labrador Fagin, who clapped his hands as he witnessed DeSoto pulling his cock out without cumming, leaving Rosco whimpering. "That would conclude this part of the plan. Now, the only question is...what to do with you two?"

Francis replied "I'd love to look out for them," wrapping his arms around the twin and squeeze them together. "I like them a lot, and I didn't had a partner yet. Tito already has Einstein and so does Oliver with Dodger. So I think it's fair these brothers are for me."

Fagin agreed, saying "So it be. Then only we have to find a partner of mine" as he walked past the park exit and looked up to the lights of the office across the street.

Chapter 6: Revenge is Best Served Smoky.

An ever impatient and frustrated William Sykes growled as he threw away his telephone "Where are those stupid dogs?! Not even my men could find anyone, or even anything valuable in that wretched boat!" He could easily buy another dog once but he had paid a lot for both Rosco and DeSoto to be trained exactly how he wanted, so it was a huge waste of money if they didn't come back. He received a beeping sound from his pager and chuckled, the pager reminded him that tonight was the last day of payment for that homeless guy and his dog shelter, then he would kick him out and tear that boat apart. He responded "You've had your last chance Fugin, now I'm coming after you." A knock on the door interrupted his good mood, prompting him to growl "Oh dear, yes?"

No response, Sykes raised his voice "I'm asking you! Who's there?!" The door was kicked down open, revealing 7 of the weirdest weirdos Sykes had ever seen coming in.

At first confusion struck Sykes for a pause and he laughed loudly, saying "HAHAHAHAHA!! What is this?! Some kind of house-to-house carnival?! HAHAHAHAHA!! Oh goodness gracious you've given me a great laugh, but I'm afraid your show is over freaks." The black one then approached further with something leaking smoke on his hand. And there it was, it was a paper bomb Timothy brought along in his book trip. No one in the gang had any idea about it being placed on the stairs when Rosco escaped the boat, but Fagin nevertheless had guts to realize in his mind on what to do with it. He threw the bomb toward Sykes and it exploded, filling the office with thick, white smoke. Sykes coughed and looked around. He couldn't see, but soon enough one of the creatures lunged from out of the smoke on his desk. It was the same black one who had some kind of weird look in his eyes and giving Sykes a little bit sense of fear. A helpless mafia boss could see the creature wearing a filthy beanie and suddenly recognized it, saying "Fagin? Is that really you?" Fagin smiled a wide grin and flexed his chest right at Sykes' face, replying "Yep, something amazing happened to me. Now I understand everything. My dogs plus my orange cat showed me the right path and helped realize why you've always been such a heartless tyrant."

And speaking of heartless tyrant, Sykes acknowledged it with regained confidence, "Um...very well. Yes, yes I am. I believe you're here to pay, so I'm giving you five minutes." Fagin laughed in response, saying "Hahaha, ironic. Tell you what, I'm here with a better plan. I'm taking you over." A confused boss asked "Pardon me? Has that black costume clouded your mind? And come to think of it, you seem to resemble the iconic mouse's big feline nemesis but you don't seem fat." Fagin smiled and flexed his arms again, releasing his smell in the office and replied "Oh yeah, good one Pete, but I'm serious. Thanks to what you called an 'accident' the boat is irreparable and now bound to sink. Not that I mind that shoddy place anymore. So, I needed a new home for me and my crew, and I have admit that your headquarters here is perfect. So if you want to cooperate with us, then I might have mercy with you." Filled with confusion and irritation, Sykes retorted "Okay okay back off, I wouldn't even dare have your place destroyed unless you failed to pay the debt. Now begone and I'll extend your deadline, before I'll be forced to call security."

Fagin chuckled and whistled, calling for two big creatures step forward. Sykes recognized his former dogs, much to his horror, as their minds were now twisted and corrupted with their loyalty laid at the hands of Fagin. The black dog replied "You mean these? Oh don't worry. I already took care of them. Now, since we are, or were, old friends, I'm giving you one chance to work with us, otherwise I would go hard on you, like DeSoto did to Rosco for leaving him behind. And believe me, I promised my own pets pleasure." A horrified boss replied "My dogs are not what I meant! I demand you scums to back off!" Fagin grinned, saying "Oh I'm expecting you to say that. Sorry to say this, but wrong answer." As he snapped his fingers, within a second Rosco and DeSoto displayed their evil grins, and grabbed Sykes and pushed him against the glass wall behind his desk. Fagin used his new claws to rip open Sykes' expensive suit pants, which worsened the helpless human's fear. He licked his lips and gave a couple of smacked against the exposed ass, he commented "Good, your butt sure has a good shape but it needs some change. Lucky my smoke will take care of that." Sykes retorted in response "I'm a smoker, and I can tell that yours doesn't even have tobacco!"

Fagin pinned Sykes against the glass and without mercy he put his cock inside the exposed butt. Sykes yelped and screamed when he felt like the cock was destroying him from the inside, only for Fagin to plant his fingers inside Sykes' mouth and ordered the helpless man to start sucking, saying "You will get used to it when your slave training is over. Oh yes, you will be my slave, my toy. I have seen the light and I promise I will be meaner, more heartless and more aggressive to the point that mwill you look like a pussy." He then gave another ass smack, adding "And I will enjoy this pussy whenever I want."

Sykes growled in pain and embraced as he could feel his mind shift, but unlike the other hunks, his mind didn't change completely. The most of his mind were with his new personality, where he was nothing more than just a sex slave for his master Fagin, but a little bit of his old self, just enough to experience it but small enough to not cause any problems, was saved in order to make the torture even more gruesome.

Fagin grunted, as this was where he had been waiting for. He could see his former demon change, getting beefy and strong like the others, but he would never be able to use his muscles except for the pleasure of his new master. Sykes' IQ significantly dropped to zero while his cock grew, Fagin decided to give him a big cock just in case he was in need for it. But most of it went to his butthole, giving him the biggest hump to his ass possible, making him look like the freak among them. He grunted and smiled as his human minions downstairs witness the scene where William Sykes, both a respected man and a ruthless crime lord being fucked in an ass against his office window. Some could even hear him beg for more, to be called a slutty fag, but Fagin saw how Sykes fur grew, as he turned a helpless mafia boss into his own personal slutty Shiba Inu slave. The former boss had lost all his power towards Fagin, some of it even grew the already huge muscles of the labrador. While in the middle of the scene, Sykes' minions and warehouse workers in fear couldn't do anything to save him from the gang of muscular animals but leave the building discreetly and unnoticed.

Fagin grunted and bite in the shoulder of his slave, saying "I'm going to cum you scumbag, and when I do, all your life, your house and your office will be mine. Mine! Mine! MIIIIIINE!!!" He howled as he could feel his sack emptied into his slave's ass. He growled, his nails digging in the flesh and he gave the bubble butt a couple of good smacks. Fagin yelled "FUCK YEAH BITCH! GET MY CUM! I bet you wanted it from the moment I came in. You are MINE now. You belong to me. I OWN YOU!" Fagin panted as he pulled out, after sending seven salty ropes in his slut's ass. Afterwards, he turned to see what the others were doing.

Einstein and Tito were on the bureau, surprisingly Tito had turned himself into a power bottom, riding Einstein's cock like a pro while twisting and pulling his nipples. Oliver and Dodger were at the door, acting surprisingly lovey-dovey while switching between French kissing, flexing and armpit licking. Francis and his twin boyfriends had taken place on the couch, Rosco was facing the wall as Francis switched between sucking DeSoto's cock and licking Rosco's ass, as well as giving it spanking in the process. Fagin smiled at the fact his revenge was complete, having to sit down on the former Mafia boss's chair and put his paws on the bureau. From now on everyone, even the Mafia, would fear him and his crew of mean, beefy dogs, especially Oliver who had lost some of his feline looks. Fagin and his gang would be the nightmare of both the upper and the underworld. He grinned while pulling Tito in a kiss. It was perfect.

Epilogue:

From one place to another, Timothy had to catch up to the gang in order to watch the scenes unfold. Back in the barge, as the smoked overwhelmed the trio of dogs, Timothy was forced to use thermal vision with black-and-white lens he bought from the gun store to see the transformation clearly. He got horny while watching Oliver and Dodger transform, to the point of letting out his red cock and jacking off, even when Rosco ran away while Oliver, Einstein and Tito gangbanged DeSoto. As soon as the two Dobermanns entered the boat, Timothy placed a paper bomb on the stairs and leaked it a little, so when two of the gang went after Rosco, they would be able to recognize the source of the smoke. He had burst his first shot as the three left the boat to go after Rosco.

Timothy followed them and ended up himself inside a park tree almost close to DeSoto without notice, who was clearly angry and muttering himself about how he wanted to buttfuck his brother for his cowardice and betrayal. When DeSoto punched the said tree, Timothy clang onto a large branch before snapping it and falling onto the bush, again without notice from anyone but eyeing at Rosco. While DeSoto was punishing his brother, the fox recovered from the fall and was forced to escape when the cautious Oliver noticed the bush moving.

Timothy had to go backdoor at Sykes' warehouse, knowing that the transformed gang would barge in the front to intimidate everyone inside the building. As he went inside, few mobsters quickly noticed and aimed their guns at the fox, telling him that their warehouse was never a place for him to host some kid's birthday party, only to hear the news from their other fellow men. Timothy was forced to go onto the roof to watch the scene through windows, as he found the only direct way to Sykes' office was filled with workers and mobsters watching with confusion and fear. As Sykes transformed into a canine sex slave while Fagin was still humping the former, Timothy formed an evil smile and unzipped his pants again to jack his erect dick off. He had burst his second shot at the same time as Fagin popped into Sykes' butthole.

Satisfied, Timothy was transported back into workroom. From there onward, he smiled. Amazing he said, things had worked out even better than he wanted. He took the book and smiled, everything was rewritten until the very last letter. He could come back to this point and relive the events over and over. He took a piece of paper and crossed the title: 'Oliver and Company' There were so many titles left. The only question was: "Which one is next?"

Stinger:

Timothy Soro came out of his workroom to get a cup of hot water for his coffee, greeting his co-workers including his wallaby friend as he passed by. Once he had made a coffee and reached the door back to his room, his boss, in a form of a black and brown dog wearing an indigo shirt, smiled at the fox and said "Good afternoon Timothy, have you been excited to meet California's most famous governor next month?"

Timothy nervously replied "Why yes, he used to be a bodybuilder. So I'll definitely want to have an autograph?"

His boss added "Sounds great. My brother has also been his fan. I should probably set up a private fan meeting with him. And also, what happened to your clothes?" As he pointed out about Timothy's clothes left wet back in his story trip.

Timothy then cheekily replied "I may have slipped onto a wet floor back in the bathroom."

End of Story