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“Where do you think you’re going?” The gruff old bear said as he leant to one side and let out a groaning, wet morning fart.

Calvin jumped, he had hoped to slip out of the dingy apartment without the bear noticing but it seems like the old guy was an early riser. Calvin swivelled around and scrunched up his nose as he caught a whiff of the disgusting fart the bear had just let loose, why had he gone home with such a pig?

Calvin looked at the bear and grimaced, last night when he was drunk the guy seemed hot, masculine and in control but now in the harsh light of day he looked smug, smelt gross and acted like an asshole. The demands and the gas was kind of hot when he was drunk and willing to be dominated and bossed around for the purpose of drunk sex but  now it was just off putting and repulsive. Even when Calvin thought about it now he was creeped out and a little ashamed of himself for even entertaining some of the things that the bear had said; things like how the bear had called him his pet or dog, how he had made him bark and made him submit or how Calvin had to address him as master. Calvin felt embarrassed that he even engaged in such humiliating sexual antics, he cursed his friends for letting him drink so many cocktails.

Calvin sheepishly edged towards the bear, even a few feet away Calvin could smell the bear’s armpits, musky crotch stench and raunchy ass stink, plus the arrogant smirk was starting to piss Calvin off. Now if Calvin had just spoken his mind, told the bear to fuck off or just said nothing and walked away then the green wisps of smoke lingering above would not have got involved but unfortunately for Calvin he tried to spare the old smelly bear’s feeling and in turn sealed his fate.

“I wish I didn’t have to go, I really do. All that pet and master stuff was so hot but I have to-

Calvin didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before the trickster seized Calvin’s wish and ambushed him with green smoke. The fog surrounded Calvin and took his breath away eventually leading him into unconsciousness.

When Calvin suddenly startled awake he found himself in a very disconcerting position, standing upright Calvin found his wrists had leather cuffs wrapped around them which had been tied to the wall, while his feet were now tied to a bed. Calvin looked around and gulped as he recognised the bedroom, it was one he had only moments ago got dressed in and snuck out the door but now he was back and he couldn’t move.

“Well someone has been a bad dog, haven’t they?” The old bear tutted as he walked into the bedroom, the arrogant smile still plastered across his face.

“What are you talking about? Let him go?!” Calvin screeched

“Oh dear, this is not good at all. I can’t have a pet that talks to me like that and thinks they’re in charge. No this will not do!” The bear said pacing up and down the bedroom.

Calvin was in total shock, he knew the bear was a bit kinky but he had actually kidnapped him, Calvin was about to scream for help when he made eye contact with the bear. His eyes were a vibrant, burning emerald green, they looked unnatural and frightening. Calvin knew in that moment that he wasn’t dealing with the bear, he was dealing with something much more sinister, much more magical and much more dangerous than an old man with a petplay fetish. Calvin’s hesitation to scream proved fatal as the green eyed man spoke and wisps of green smoke drifted from his lips.

“Firstly, I have no need for a noisy pet. A pet should be seen and not heard, except for perhaps a whimper or a yelp.” The bear sneered as the green fog floated across the room before diving down Calvin’s throat. Not a single syllable escaped Calvin’s lips as he went to scream and cry out for help as the green smoke twisted and changed his voice box, his words became caught in his throat until eventually the green smoke exited and returned to the old bear. Feeling his airwaves clear Calvin immediately went to shout for help but before any of the words or sounds escaped his lips they were changed and modified so instead of a long cry for help out came a low toned whimper. Calvin’s eyes went wide as he heard what had escaped his lips, he tried again to talk and shout but all that came out was a series of quiet yelps and whimpers.

“Now that’s much better.” The bear smirked as he delighted in Calvin’s distress. “Now we fixed that dreadful voice of yours and gave you something more fitting, I think it’s time we sort the rest of you out don’t you?”

Calvin looked over anger and fear in his eyes; he needed to escape this psychopath so with all his strength he tried to break free from his bindings.

“I’m afraid escape is very much impossible, you’ll never break free from those ropes” The bear laughed as still Calvin tried to get free, his determination only fuelling the trickster more. “However, it’s no good having a pet that is trying to run away all the time. So I need an obedient pet, one that would never hurt its master, one that will always listen to his master, and never try to run away. In fact if you ever try to run away you will run straight to me.” The green eyed bear glared as he watched the green smoke flood from behind him towards Calvin and was absorbed into his body and mind. Calvin tried to fight it as the changing green fog infected his brain but he could not resist the tricksters heightened powers as he found his struggles to escape slowly stopping until he was left standing waiting patiently. The bear then snapped his fingers and the ropes holding Calvin in place disappeared. Calvin was free and his instant reaction was to run; his legs bolted and moved with such pace that Calvin was sure he would barrel straight through the bear and to safety but that wasn’t the case. Instead Calvin did a short sprint directly to the bear and then stopped not even touching the green eyed monster that was tormenting him.

“Good boi” The bear mocked as he looked at his new muscular pet. “Now sit!”

Calvin found himself instantly complying with the instructions as he sat quickly and uncomfortably on the floor. Calvin wanted to shout and curse at the evil man in front of him but instead only a pathetic whimper escaped his lips. The trickster bear sensed the anger and resistance in Calvin, making him smile and only making him want to suffer more. The bear looked around and saw an old pair of dirty boxer briefs with a large brown stain down the back, grinning the trickster picked them up and threw them across the room.

“Fetch boi”

Calvin looked at the bear with a fire burning in his eyes, if he ever had the chance he would make the old psychopath pay but for now he couldn’t help but obey as he walked across the room picked up the dirty underwear and brought them back to the bear.

“No no no, that’s not right at all is it?!” The bear scorned as he looked at Calvin and his angry face. “No! Pets don’t walk on two legs, they walk on all fours and they certainly don’t use their hands to pick up things… they use their mouths” The trickster jeered as he watched the smoke attack Calvin’s body again, this time it paid special attention to his arms and legs.

Calvin tried to scream in distress but a frightened yelp was all that could be heard as a terrible pain attacked his back. Instantly, Calvin fell to his knees and with another jolt of pain in his upper back he fell onto his hands as well. Calvin couldn’t let this happen to him; he tried desperately to get back onto his knees so he could stand up but every time he did the agonising pain shot through his body making it nearly impossible for him to even attempt to get off of all fours. Calvin then looked at his hands as they begun to ache, he watched as they involuntarily clenched into fists and then froze. Calvin attempted to open his hand but it was impossible the muscles inside them had changed and made sure that his hands never opened again so there was not even a chance that they could be used to grab something. Now Calvin was worried, the more he tried to fight back the worse things were getting and now it would virtually be impossible to escape without his ability to walk or disobey. This time when the bear spoke Calvin didn’t look up with anger he looked up with fear in his eyes, which the trickster enjoyed even more as he looked at the soiled underwear and tossed them across the room.

“Fetch Boi”

Calvin cried out as he felt his body turn and crawl over towards the dirty pair of briefs, with each shuffle he got a better smell of the foul brown stain that coated the back of them. It was when Calvin was finally standing over them that he screamed and pleaded for mercy as he knew what would happen next, but he was helpless to resist. Calvin wept as he bent down and without hesitation took the underwear in his mouth, the large brown stain firmly in his mouth and on his tongue.  The disgusting, foul smell was accompanied by an even worse taste as tears began to form in Calvin’s eyes as he crawled back over to the bear.

“Good Boi” The bear smiled as he took the underwear from his new pet’s mouth. “Now that you’re acting like a pet, I think it’s about time you look more like one too.”

Calvin yelped as he tried to signal for the bear to have mercy and to let him go but the green smoke had already surrounded him and started to make its changes. First of all his clothes changed, as his trousers changed so that his cock and his ass were always exposed, leather cuffs appeared on his arms and legs for easy places for chains to be attached and his hands and feet became engulfed in large black rubber mitts that morphed and changed until the resembled comically big cartoon paws. Next came the accessories, Calvin yelped in pain as a large, thick butt plug appeared in his ass that had a long rubber black tail attached to it. Next was the ball stretcher, with another wince in pain from the cold metal a large heavy device attached itself above Calvin’s balls pulling them down and permanently stretching the skin, in a few months his ball sack would sag twice the length of his cock. Then came the piercings, shots of pain were accompanied but shards of metal puncturing Calvin’s skin, he yelped in pain as they appeared in his nipples, ears and cock but the worse was the humongous, pendulous metal ring that appeared through the septum of his nose. The last thing to happen was possibly the worst for Calvin as it signified the end of his old life as a huge, cumbersome, heavy metal collar wrapped itself around his neck and a long, thick metal chain appeared out of it until the end stopped in the green eyed bear’s hand.

The trickster smiled as he looked down at his newest pet as Calvin was left contemplating his bleak future. Calvin looked down at his rubber paws and felt the air on his exposed ass and cock, while the nose ring pulled heavily down on his face; it was only when he tried to move and felt the heavy collar around his neck that he finally broke down. In a mixture of despair and hopelessness Calvin tried to beg and plead with the demon like man in front of him but the bear could not understand whimpers and yelps. Calvin couldn’t believe what had happened to him and what his life was going to be like from now on but he couldn’t imagine it being any worse, sadly he was wrong as the trickster spoke again. 

“While you now act like my pet, look like my pet and obey like my pet; you still don’t feel like my pet” The trickster said as he looked at the sad, desperate face of Calvin. “No I need a pet that looks happy, a pet that with crave my stench, that will never pass up the opportunity to sniff my ass and inhale my farts, a pet that needs to smell, feel and taste all the raunchy things I can think of. I think it’s only right that my pet always looks happy, no matter how sad or disgusted or miserable it really is. Because pets always look happy around their owners.” The trickster cackled as the smoke infected Calvin once more and he had no choice but to let the horrid commands take hold of him.

Calvin sobbed internally as he felt the smoke change him once more, he felt a need, a craving and a hunger appear inside of him and knew that it was his new hunger for his master’s stench and raunch. The depressed, dejected and defeated Calvin then felt his face twist into a dumb, dopey smile and cringed as he felt his tongue lollop out of his mouth, while he was screaming, crying and cursing on the inside; on the outside he had the face of a happy, dumb dog.  The trickster smiled at his new creation, he was about to leave the bear's body and let him have some fun with his new pet when he thought of one last tortuous torment and he couldn’t resist giving it to Calvin.  

“Now before I go, I think you need a better name, something fitting of lowly dog that enjoys sniffing ass." The Trickster then mocked his newest pet pretending to think before bending down and holding Calvin's face and looking into his eyes. "I know how about Scud! Look at that face I can tell you like that. Welcome to the world Scud.”

Calvin wailed internally as he felt the new dog tag form around his neck with his new name on it. Calvin could only sob as he was pushed to the back of his mind and the dirty, dumb Scud took control following his new master.

“I’m so glad you chose to stay. I have your new home already set up for you” The bear smirked as he pulled on Calvin’s chain. All Calvin could was scream and whimper as he saw where he’d be spending the rest of his life.

“Now you’ll never have to leave” The bear laughed as he attached Calvin’s chain to the cage and locked the door, throwing the key out the window never to be seen again.