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Chuck an out of place skunk decides forever to change his life.", "writing": "Ampcorp’s New Skunk Pet\n\n\nChapter One: A Skunk’s Choice\n\nA skunk paced back and forth as he stared at the latest Ampcorp advertisement on his computer screen. The ad featured a smiling black and red fox, with his arms and legs missing. Above the happy amputee, it said, “Ampcorp, Making happy pets since 2020.” Below it links for Faq, History, Find Your Perfect Pet, Employment, and Become a Pet, the one link the skunk was most interested in. As he looked back at the ad for the tenth time in a half hour, the skunk thought hard about his deepest desires. Ampcorp originally started as a company replacing capital punishment with a new innovative rehabilitation program. Criminals would be turned into harmless pets, but a few years after the program started a sexual revolution among young adults turned Ampcorp into the world’s foremost company for fulfilling certain desires. Finally the skunk plopped down in his chair and scooted up to the desk. His black paw trembled as he clicked the Become a Pet link. Panting heavily the skunk typed his name Chuck, age 21, sex male, and species Skunk, into the form. Blinking the skunk gulped, right after typing skunk the form added a new question.\n\nAre you Descented?\n\nYes No \n\nChuck’s paw hovered over the yes button for a moment before dragging the cursor over no and clicking on it. The application popped up a dialogue box. It was a basic explanation that Ampcorp only accepts descented mustelids and mephitidae for certain roles. Chuck continued to read till he got to the bottom where it asked if he consented to having his scent glands removed. The skunk with no hesitation clicked on the agree button. He only had kept his glands intact because his family tradition insisted, now that he would be disappearing forever he didn’t need them. The box closed and Chuck continued. Most of the rest of the form was long and boring, a section on finances, followed by medical history, then what he wanted to be done with his former life. He looked around the sparse room. “Not worth anything” Chuck muttered as he typed, donated or trash then finished the form, the only thing left was the procedures. He blushed, his cock was rock hard and dripped as he selected limb removal, both arms, and legs. Chuck leaned back his cock twitching as he took a breather. The next section would change his life the most. \n\nLeaning back forward he browsed through the available options. “Hmm being a lamp could be interesting,” he mused briefly picturing himself with bright lights shining out of his eyes, before dismissing the idea, he just wouldn’t like being completely immobile or blind. “Hmm what else is there?” Chuck clicked the red x on the lamp murred softly at the next option as foot stool. Responsibilities, propping up owners feet and licking them clean every day. Usually paired with those with smelly paws. Chuck shook his head, it would be fun for a while but would get boring just doing one thing for the rest of his life. He passed on the stool and moved on.\n\nNext up was being a toilet, the skunk wrinkled his nose up at the thought of drinking others piss or heaven forbid eating their shit. Though as he clicked through samples of toilets, especially a black wolf with pink markings made his loins stir and his heart flutter. He marked maybe on the form and moved on to being sewed into a plushie suit. Like the lamp this didn’t suit him one bit. Far too restrictive and required surgery to eliminate his voice box completely to be replaced with a speaker.\n\nAfter passing by several more options Chuck stopped on one that seemed very good. The position was the family pet. He blushed as he read about being led out on walks naked, eating from a dog dish, snuggles, and pets. The only requirement was being able to adapt to any family situation, single owner, couple, and family with children. He selected this as his primary role and then set toilet as his secondary role. Quickly he clicked yes on all the pop up dialogues without really reading them, while his other paw gently played with his member. \n \nThe final thing was the appointment date, he was overjoyed when there was a slot available right away in the morning.and nothing was binding till he showed up. He turned off his computer for the last time and made his way to his bed. \n\n“Well it’s set.” He shivered as he flopped on his bed. His black paws gently stroked his plump member. This is probably the last time I’ll ever paw off, he thought as he pinched the tip. Murring softly he ran his black paw over his little four incher, just enough to peek out of his sheath. Chuck’s paw squeezed at his stiffy, his back arched as he filled the air with little happy moans and chirrs. His other paw drifted down to his long loose sack, as he pleasured his skunk meat with his right paw, his left paw tugged and squeezed his balls, small enough to get lost in his sack.\n\n“Ungh!!” Chuck exclaimed while he ran his fingers down the very short shaft of his cock. \n\nMurring he laid there enjoying the feel of bare skin against fur. Chuck played with his wang as he tried to envision his arms just falling off. Writhing on his bed Chuck tugged on his little pole but every time he neared that high point, feeling in his paws and arms would disappear. Whining softly as another attempt to blow his sticky load failed Chuck’s cocklet drooled pre, leaving his belly fur matted and damp. After the third time, Chuck panting flopped his numb arms on the bed and stared at his toes. Wiggling his toes Chuck gazed up to his ankles, shins, and finally knees.With a raspy moan Chuck willed his legs to just disappear. After closing his eyes, the skunk tried to move his limbs, only to find there was no response. Trying to wiggle his toes produced the same results, just a mild tingling sensation. Chuck moaned softly as the vision of himself in his head crawled around on its stumpy limbs. A pink blush crept over Chuck’s cheeks as he pictured being led by a leash outside and lifting his leg next to a tree. “Ohhh,” Chuck moaned as he finally painted his belly with long sticky ropes of skunk cream. Panting Chuck curled up smiling as he fell soundly asleep. \n\nThe next morning came all too soon for the skunk. It seemed just as he fell asleep his alarm was blaring, reminding him today is the big day. The skunk showered, paying extra attention to the cum soaked tangle of belly fur. Blushing his little member was hard as rock knowing in just a few hours he would be reduced to one of the lowest positions in life. Nothing more than an animal, completely at the mercy of his owner. Chuck shivered as he dried off and dressed in a pair of simple shorts. Blushing crimson red he skipped out the door not even saying goodbye to his old life.\n\nNot even a long ride on the bus could stifle the skunk’s excitement as he strode through the glass doors of the Ampcorp’s local clinic. The doors chimed as Chuck entered walking up to the desk. Gulping, he rang the small brass service bell several times. As he waited, Chuck picked up a small brochure and flipped through descriptions of the various procedures offered, as well as the company's promise to take care of any and all pets up to the moment they are sold. The more he read, the more the small bulge in his shorts throbbed. \n\n“Hello there.” Chuck fell backwards and suddenly a large dragon was standing behind the desk.\n\n“Ommph!” Chuck blushed as he stood up, embarrassed he was caught unaware. “Um hello, I’m Chuck and I have an appointment.”\n\nThe dragon typed at the computer and grinned when he saw Chuck’s name and file pop up on the screen.”Ahh here we are, Chuck, In for descentings and limb removal. Preference to be a household pet right?” The dragon asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.\n\n“Umm yeah” Chuck answered as he nervously chewed his lip. Almost a done deal, he could just walk out now and return to his lonely life or jump right into a new life.\n“Follow me to the exam room,” the dragon smiled as he pointed past the desk. Chuck shifted on his bare paws as he was led down a long hallway and through a double door. \n\nBlushing Chuck found himself in a spacious exam room as the dragon turned around. “Strip and hop up on the table I’ll be right back.” The dragon patted the cold steel table before winking at the skunk as he strolled through a side door meant for doctors and nurses.\n\nChuck looked around, the room was warm and inviting other than the cold steel table. As he tugged down his shorts, his eyes focused on a medical dummy showing various dotted lines. Chuck stepped out of his last remaining bit of his life. Bending down the skunk picked up his shorts and brought the musky garments to his muzzle. Chuck took a deep inhale of his scent before tossing the shorts into the biohazard bin. Blushing Chuck climbed up onto the table. “BRRRRR Cold!”\n\nChuck shivered as he waited on the table. By the time he was sure his ass was frozen to the metal the side door opened and the dragon walked out wearing scrubs. “Ahh I see you are ready Chuck.” The dragon grinned as he pushed a cart covered by a white cloth.\n\n“Um Um what's under there?” Chuck asked meekly as the dragon approached the steel table. He nervously chewed his lip as the dragon smiled at him.\n\n“You know the usual stuff, saws, needles, all the tools I need to make you the best possible pet you can be. Speaking of which time for that first procedure. I Need you to get on all fours and lift your tail.” The dragon asked softly as he pulled out a long rod from under the sheet.\n\n“Umm Ok!” Chuck got down on his knees and paws turning around. He lifted his tail high, exposing his anus, glands, and the back of his ball sack. Behind the skunk admired the view, from the perky ass to the tight pucker. Chuck inhaled and closed his eyes wondering just how they descented his species.\n\n“Ok this should only take a minute cutie,” the doctor cooed at the skunk as he lined up the long tool to Chuck’s scent glands. He pushed the rod into one gland making the skunk squirm as he tried to fight back the reflex to release his thick oily spray at the dragon. The dragon patted Chuck’s tush and smiled. “Doing good there,” He pressed a button on the end of the rod. \n\nChuck whined softly as the rod inside him started to heat up, burning out his scent gland. The pain was harsh but not unbearable as the rod was pulled out and inserted into the skunk’s other gland. “It hurts!” Chuck groaned as the rod was finally removed.\n\nThe dragon set the heat rod down and pet the skunk’s head. “It is ok, it’ll sting for a few days but hey no more disgusting skunk spray no?” Chuck nodded as the dragon laid him down on his back. “Ok the next part is limb removal, by law I’m required to ask one last time. Is this what you want?”\n\n“Fuck yeah! do it already, I I can’t live with these things any more,” Chuck bellowed as he wiggled his fingers and toes. The skunk’s heart beat fast as the dragon nodded, turning to the tools again. As the doctor fiddled under the sheet Chuck’s member twitched leaking pre onto his fluffy tummy.\n\n“Ready?” The dragon didn’t give Chuck a chance to respond as he jabbed the skunk’s right arm with a large needle. The skunk yelped and tried to pull his arm away.\n\n“FUCK!!” Chuck screamed as the dragon pulled the syringe away. He tried to rub his arm but he found to his pleasure nothing would move. His little cock spurted onto his belly as the skunk laid there helpless.\n\n“Sorry about that, just a bit of a nerve agent. Will paralyze you but sadly, does nothing for pain. We need to work on that one.” The dragon pulled the sheet back revealing saws, bandages, sharp tools of all kinds. Chuck whined as his eyes watched the dragon pick up the saw. “Hmm. Should I do this the old fashioned way? Or, perhaps something more high tech?” The dragon pondered out loud as he pulled a bright shiny red ball, with a black leather strap attached to the sides.\n\n“What’s that for?” Chuck whined quite a bit scared. He knew he was at the dragon’s mercy, with no hope of escape. Not that he wanted to, his little prick was standing at full attention leaking copious amounts of pre onto the skunk’s stomach. The skunk’s balls ached screaming for someone to release the pent up need, even with the thick load they had spilled the previous night.\n\n“It is so your screams don’t disturb the other guests and merchandise.” the dragon spoke as he forced the paralyzed skunk’s jaws wide open. “Also so you don’t bite your own tongue off from the pain.” Chuck whined as his tongue was pinned to the roof of his muzzle as the rubber ball was forced into his muzzle. The dragon pulled the strap tightly behind the skunk’s and fumbled with the latch till it clicked into place. ``There we go, nice snug,” the dragon snickered as his patient looked back with eyes full of fear. But as the dragon looked deeper into those bright blue eyes, he saw a deep longing, a desire to serve and please that touched the dragon’s heart. He tore away from the skunk’s eyes so he could continue his work. With the skunk almost ready, the doctor pulled the cover off the cart and reached for a length of surgical tubing. \n\n“NUGHPH!” Chuck’s muzzle leaked drool as the doc gently lifted his right arm, tying the flexible tube tight just above the elbow. The pet whined softly as the tight cord pinched against his fur and flesh. The dragon repeated the action on the skunk’s other arm, then on his legs just above the knees. As he waited for his patient's limbs’ circulation to die off the dragon toyed with the skunk’s lil leaky member.\n\n“Such a cute little skunk, you’ll make a good pet,” the doc smiled as he pinched the tip of the skunk’s throbbing dick, making the poor creature moan into his ball gag. Saliva dripped down his muzzle in riverlets to pool on his chest. Inside his chest Chuck’s heart beat heavily as the dragon gave his nuts a firm squeezing. The immobile skunk drooled more as his fate to lose his limbs ticked ever nearer. The dragon’s hand left the soon to be amputee’s little junk and reached for a saw. The skunk’s eyes watered as the doctor selected an old civil war style medical saw. Despite the fear Chuck’s cock lept of its own free will splattering his white stomach with fresh cream. \n\nGrinning, the doctor tested the saw’s teeth for sharpness. “You know? I prefer these old saws much more. Lets me take my time but I rarely get to use them.” The dragon explained as he lined the blade to the skunk’s arm. Whimpering around the gag the pet felt as the sharp tips of the saw’s blade dig into his skin. “Oh dear I almost forgot something!” The doc set the blade aside and reached for a razor. The shaving buzzed to life as the fur around the skunk’s knees and elbows down to the pink skin. The dragon cleaned up the trimmed fur then picked the saw back up. “That's better, got standards after all. Alas company rules say no undue pain,” The dragon sighed as he set the saw back down. He patted the skunk’s head as he selected a steel ring with a green button. He opened the ring and clamped it over the shaved site. After he places another ring on the skunk’s other arm and a larger ring on each of the skunk’s legs the dragon grinned.\n\n“Ahh the laser cutter ring makes limb removal easy as one, two, three.” The doctor pressed one of the green buttons and stepped back. The skunk screamed into his gag as the chemical running through his blood kept him as still as a statue. His bright eyes dripped with heavy tears as the ring hummed to life,a hot searing laser easily tearing through the thin layer of skunk skin and dug into muscle. The ring grew hotter as it severed the unneeded limb from its owner’s body. Without much resistance the ring burned through flesh and bone till with a little ding the ring turned off leaving a nice cauterized stump.\n \n“Well that is one down, three to go,” the dragon picked up the arm and waved it in front of the skunk. Tears streamed down the amputee skunk’s face mixing with the long strands of drool as a blush crept up on his cheek. He watched as his former limb flopped completely out of his control, before it was used to stroke his member. The blush deepened as the feeling of his severed arm pawing at his member drove him wild, fulfilling a very deep desire. “Looking like a good pet,” the dragon said as he dropped the limb onto the skunk’s chest. \n\nThe skunk’s eyes sparkled with tears as he stared at the strange limb resting on his torso as the dragon resumed work. The second arm was off in a matter of minutes with barely a fuss. It was dropped next to the drooly skunk’s other arm as the dragon focused on the thicker meat. The dragon pressed the button on the ring just above the knee and it began to tear through flesh, nerves, and bone. The skunk pet drooled as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He felt as the precise lasers burned through his leg, searing flesh, nerves and bone. Panting and near passing out he epped into the gag as he suddenly found his foot shoved into his nose. Blushing as he inhaled the sweaty musk between his toes.\n\n“And almost done lil pet, just one more pesky leg left,” The dragon teased the skunk as he started to ring through the last limb. The skunk eyelids fluttered as the pain started to overwhelm his nervous system. As the hot ring worked its way through the leg, its owner started to pass out. His endurance was near its limits as the bone snapped and the leg came free. With one last spurt the skunk’s cock emptied its load and Chuck passed out.\n\nThe dragon patted the skunk’s head as he gathered up the arms and legs dumping them in a plastic bag and dumped them down a chute marked incinerator then returned to wrap the skunk’s stumps in bandages. “Sleep well pet soon we start your training.” The dragon petted the skunk’s head before pulling off his blood stained gloves and depositing them in a waste disposal unit. With a smile the doctor scooped the little pet up and carried him out of the operating room into a recovery room.\n\n Chapter Two: Learning to Be a Pet\n\nRecovery for the skunk went well. The first week consisted of a feeding tube down his throat while he laid in bed. By the second week the pain in his stumps faded to a dull ache and he was allowed solid food. While in bed the amputee enjoyed wagging his stumps, he wanted to see them but they were always wrapped up. Blushing the skunk felt himself dribbling piss again. At some point during his recovery a thick catheter had slid down his little skunk chub. The stumpy furr moaned as he felt the front of his crotch get warm as he flooded the poofy diaper diaper with zero control. As he laid there enjoying the feeling and staring up at the ceiling the door to his room opened and the face of a familiar dragon loomed suddenly over him.\n\n“Hello pet,” The dragon smiled down at the wiggling skunk. “I think you are ready for the real training to begin.” Blushing the skunk looked up at the doctor wagging his stumps, to the skunk the feeling of having no arms or legs was bliss. The dragon smiled back as he picked up the skunk, laying him over his shoulder. Chuck the pet cooed as he was carried into a large room, on the floor were dog dishes, collars, leashes, as well as more sinister things. Along one wall several hooks jutted out with ropes looped around their pointed tips. Whimpering the pet desperately tried to cling to the dragon as he was laid on the floor.\n\n“What's going to happen next?” the skunk whined as the dragon loomed over him. He glanced over at the hooks fearful as the dragon started to unwrap the skunk’s bandages.\n\n“Well pet, we are going to start training you to be a house pet as well as secondary duty as a toilet just in case.” The dragon ran his claws down the stumps, each one was covered in a soft coating of fresh fur. ``These look beautiful, I do have to admit the rings do a wonderful job.” The dragon commented as he picked the skunk up. Chuck squeaked as he was lifted. “These should be good enough for you to walk on now.”\n\nBlushing the pet wiggled his four stumps as the doctor tenderly brought him down to the floor. The pet wobbled on his stumps for a few seconds then with a big omph fell flat on his face. Tears welled up in the pets eyes till his trainer soothingly petted his head. “Whaa that hurt,” Chuck sobbed.\n\n“Shush shush little pet you will get it. Let's try again shall we?” The skunk sniffled and tried to wipe the tears out of his eyes but was reminded of his new life when he found his stump wouldn’t reach. Snot dripped out of his snout as he shakily pushed himself up on his stumps again. Before he could fall again he felt the dragon place a paw under his belly for support.\n“um um thank you um..” Blushing the skunk stuttered not knowing what to call the dragon.\n\n“You can just call me master or sir for now.” The dragon steadied the skunk holding him up as the pet got used to being on all fours like a feral. “Now try taking a step,” the dragon gave a soft command. With a sniff Chuck to one shaky step after another as the dragon held him up. As minutes ticked by the skunk was starting to get a hang of walking in his new state.\n\n“I I think I can do it on my own now, master,” the skunk spoke softly as he walked a bit wobbly. The doctor pulled his paw away and watched with a proud look on his face as the pet started to trot around the room. The skunk by no means had mastered the walk as several times he slipped but he made great effort by pushing himself up to take a few more steps. The skunky slowly made his way several feet before collapsing from the effort.\n\n“That's a good pet, let's work on something else now.” Master smiled down at the pet as the skunk pet blushed. The dragon picked him up and laid him out on the floor, wiggling the skunk’s cheeks turned bright red as the thoroughly soaked diaper was opened. The pet shivered as the cool air of the training room nipped at his little cock and balls. “This looks very good pet,” He tugged at the cath making the skunk whine.\n\n“OWW OWW That hurts Sir,” Chuck whined as the dragon yanked the cath out making the skunk scream out as it pulled out of his slightly inflated bladder. The skunk sobbed wanting to grab his hurting bits but only could flail his stumps around as his little cock gushed out piss stained with a little pink.\n\n“Opps forgot to fully deflate that. Oh well, you’ll probably never be able to hold your bladder anymore,” the dragon snickered as the pet sobbed uncontrollably. He deposited the cath in the trash alongside the diaper. “Nobody said the training would be pleasant, now get off your ass and get over here!” The doctor ordered with a sharp command.\n\nThe pet sniffled tears dripping down his face as much as the piss had leaked out of his broken cock. With great effort he rolled over and fought back the feeling of retching as he rose to his stumps. “Ye... yes sir,” the pet’s voice struggled to hide the great amount of pain he felt. His cock burned and the ends of his stumps ached horribly from the unused feelings. Slowly he walked over to the dragon leaving a trail of piss and tears behind him as he stopped in front of his trainer.\n\n“Bad pet, look at the mess you have made!” Chuck winced and his ears folded down at the scolding. “Very very bad pet!” The dragon placed a paw on the back of the pet’s head. The skunk whined as the dragon pushed his nose into the puddle on the floor.\n\n“Buh buh!” Chuck’s protest was cut short when the dragon’s paw slapped across his muzzle softly. The skunk’s eyes started to well up again at the stinging slap before the dragon let him up. The pet looked up, his ears folded back against his skull in a submissive posture. \n\n“That's better,” the dragon smiled and gently petted the skunk’s head. Chuck smiled weakly as his trainer offered him a round treat from a small bag. The skunk sniffed it and was about to ask what it was before catching himself. Whining the pet opened his muzzle letting the dragon set the treat onto his tongue. The skunk pet closed his muzzle, the treat sitting on his tongue. The skunk closed his eyes as he tasted salt and some sort of meat. With a blush the skunk chewed the treat and swallowed happily. Afterwards he looked up at his trainer, his big striped tail wagging as he watched the dragon fix a bright pink collar around his neck. The skunk’s cheeks flushed red as he wanted to tell the dragon he wasn’t a girl but thought better of it as a matching leash was clipped to the collar.\n\nThe skunk whined and opened his muzzle to protest as the leash was tugged. To his surprise only whimpers and whines came out. The skunk’s tail flailed as the more he tried to speak the more he sounded like a dog. Every word came out as a whimper, bark, or whine as he was tugged around the room. After ten minutes of babbling and being walked the skunk gave up, his body hurt and his throat tingled. He dropped on his belly, his pink nose wiggling as he smelled something musky hovering just above it.\n\n“Open your muzzle pet,” The dragon commanded as something sticky dripped down onto the pet’s nose. Chuck looked up, his blue eyes going cross as they tried focusing on something large and drippy. Obediently the skunk opened his muzzle as the dragon’s fat throbbing member was pushed in. Gagging the skunk tried to adjust, the meat in his muzzle almost big enough to dislocate his jaw. A soft paw on his ears encouraged the skunk’s muzzle to start bobbing on the dragon cock. \n\nIf Chuck could see his face he would have seen under his black and white fur, his face was a deep red. Here he was, being turned into a house pet and he was experiencing his first sexual act with another furson. He tried his best to work around the muzzle full of dragon cock, his tongue lapped the underside of the dragon’s cock where it was pinned. Below him he could feel his own little cock despite the pain he felt stiffened and slid out of his sheath. Standing over him, the large dragon let out a moan as the skunk’s warm lips wrapped around his cock. The pet didn’t give the best head by far but it was enough for the horny pent up trainer. “Ohhh that's a good pet!” the dragon moaned as a wave of orgasmic pleasure welled up in his balls and flooded out of his member. \n\nChuck’s eyes went wide as he felt the first splash of hot cum at the back of his throat. Gulping he swallowed the salty taste rather unpleasant as before he could brace himself a torrent of the sticky dragon seed rushed down his throat. The skunk gulped down the salty fluid, his throat became coated in the sticky stuff. No matter how much he managed it to get into his belly there was another flood behind. Soon it became too much for the skunk to handle. He tried to pull off but a firm paw at the back of his head held him still. Chuck tried his best but as the torrent of musky spunk kept pouring into his little muzzle the back flow welled up into his sinuses and leaked heavily out of his nose. Finally after a full ten minutes the flow tapered off and the dragon pulled out of the skunk’s muzzle.\n\n“Oh that is a good pet, I needed that.” He looked down as the skunk coughed and sputtered as his throat was finally cleared enough for him to breathe. “Oh dear, sounds like you need something to drink my pet.” The dragon walked over to the other end of the room and picked up a large round dog dish. He carried it over and set it under the skunk’s nose. “Drink!” the dragon commanded.\n\nThe pet blushed and lapped at the water murring as the cool liquid washed out the salty taste of the dragon’s strong seed. As he lapped he felt a clamp around his balls. He whimpered as he felt a paw running over his little hard cock. The pet moaned as his little cocklet was stroked softly.The skunk barely managed a whimper as a searing heat erupted around his groin. The skunk pup whined as he heard a soft chuckle behind him.\n\n“That is better, now you look more family safe.” The dragon picked the skunk up and forced the pet’s muzzle open up. “For being such a good boy I have a treat for you.” Chuck whimpered as he smelt something musky and familiar pushed into his muzzle. The skunk whined as he realized it was his own maleness. Helpless, the pet rolled his tongue over the two small orbs in his mouth. Despite them being his, the skunk couldn’t help but think they did taste good. Lost in tasting his own sex the skunk was caught by surprise when the dragon wrapped his hand around his muzzle. Chuck whimpered as his teeth dug into the orbs as the hand tightened. He laid his tail out submissively as the treats in his muzzle burst, coating his tongue with their squishy innards. “Swallow pet!” The dragon ordered. Whimpering and not wanting to disappoint his master, the skunk swallowed the mushy balls. Finally that hand left his muzzle, Chuck took a deep inhale of fresh air before his little cocklet was shoved in his jaws. \n\n“Margh?” Sobbing softly as his tongue rolled over his small cock head the skunk pet started to chew. Chuck tore at his little dick till nothing remained. His act of self cannibalism was rewarded with a gentle pat on the head and a tug on his leash.\n\n“Good lil skunk bitch,” the dragon praised the skunk as he led him to a padded dog bed. The skunk whined softly as he curled up on the bed. He never signed up to lose his genitals, and being force fed his own maleness was so humiliating. The pet sniffled and sobbed himself to sleep as his trainer turned off the lights leaving the skunk alone in the training room.\n\nChapter 3: Toilet Training\n\nThe skunk’s restless sleep was abruptly disturbed as he was hauled out of his little bed and dragged over to the wall. By the time he was fully asleep the skunk’s collar was locked to the wall. “What’s going on?” He mummered softly. It took several moments for the skunk to register that he actually spoke words and not animal sounds. Blinking, he stared up at his trainer. “I can speak?”\n\n“Yes pet you can for now.” The dragon finished securing the skunk to the wall. “Today we will be working on your other training.” The dragon smirked as Chuck whimpered, as he suddenly remembered what his second choice had been. His ears laid flat as his stumps were chained to the wall.\n\n“It's just piss right sir?” The skunk whined not looking forward to this new training. One of his most guilty pleasures had been laying back in his bathtub, grabbing hold of his little pole and just pissing all over his chubby stomach and chest. There had only been one time he had attempted to play with shit. The skunk had squatted over some newspaper in his bathroom and pushed out a small pile of fresh skunk scat. He turned around and sniffed it deeply, the smell alone had made his stomach turn and flop. \n\n“Oh no not at all you are a toilet, that means we’ll be going full on here. In fact, later I have a special guest to help in the training.” The fresh toilet whimpered and wiggled against the wall wondering if he made a bad choice. As the skunk was thinking the dragon was getting ready. He stood in front of the skunk holding his meat over the skunk’s head in one hand. Without a single bit of warning the dragon relaxed and sighed.\n\nIt started as a warm drip on his nose that brought the toilet skunk back to reality. It opened its eyes just in time for the dragon to aim his cock up and wash over the skunk’s face with a heavy stream of piss. The wall fixture sputtered as the dragon urine stunk and what bit landed in his muzzle was the worst thing he ever tasted. He shut his eyes tightly closed and clamped his muzzle shut as the dragon’s stream washed down lower. Chuck murred as the hot piss soaked his chest fur. This feels kinda nice he thought as the piss dripped from his fur. He wiggled as the dragon hosed down his belly and empty groin to finally drench the toilet’s large tail.\n\n“Ahh that feels a lot better,” The dragon sighed happily. He smirked at the moaning toilet in front of him. “Hmm If I were to guess I think you enjoyed that. Well that was the easy part from here on it gets alot worse.” The toilet opened its bright eyes as piss dripped from every part of him. The dragon patted the skunk’s head and left the room, leaving the skunk alone hanging and soaked to the bone in the foul urine.\n\nChuck hung on the wall for several hours alone with only the constant stench of the dragon’s piss to remind him he was just a toilet. By the time his ears picked up the sound of the door opening the toilet was starting to enjoy the deep musky scent he was covered in. In fact he craved to be marked. His little ears flicked as the door opened and picked up the high pitch of wheels squeaking. He turned his head just enough to watch the dragon pushing a cart covered by a cloth. “Well your special guest is here,” the dragon spoke with Chuck as he pulled the cloth away. Underneath was a silver-grey raccoon with blue rings. It was similarly stumped and castrated, but retained its blue canine member. \n\n“Who is that?” Chuck blushed as he looked down at the fellow stumpy fur. Little drops of milky pre leaked out of his piss slit he watched the other pet stir and wiggle on his cart. The raccoon’s stumps and tail were strapped down to the cart, giving the skunk a clear view of the other fur’s exposed tail hole. He blushed more as the dragon gently poked a claw into the wiggling fur’s hole right in front of him.\n\n“This is Saila, a toilet like you.” The toilet moaned at hearing its name as the wall toilet blushed softly. “He is going to provide the next few days food and drink for you.” \n\n“Food?” Chuck blinked, he understood drinking from the other toilet but eating, now he was just completely lost. The trainer just smiled as from under the cart he pulled out two clear plastic tubes and ring gags. The fur on the cart opened its muzzle wide, accepting the metal rig with much enthusiasm. It’s ringed tail wagged back and forth as the gag was set then hooked to one of the hoses. The wall toilet whined as the dragon pushed the other end of the hose into it’s exposed and still tender hole. It really started to squirm as the dragon fed a thin urine tube up his piss hole.\n\n“Yes You will be feeding him and he will be feeding you.” The dragon smirked as he fixed the skunk’s gag, cutting off the skunk’s protest as he attached a tube in a similar fashion as he did for the raccoon on the cart. The raccoon happily chirped around the tube in his muzzle as the dragon inserted his piss tube. “And a stimulant to get things flowing,” the dragon explained to Chuck as he injected the raccoon’s rump with a powerful stimulant to get his body overproducing shit and piss. \n\nMoaning the raccoon toilet’s body reacted to the chemical mixture immediately. His tail lashed at the air as loud gurgles from his stomach filled the air. Chuck hung on the wall whimpering around his gag as the ominous sounds grew louder and more present as the dragon walked out, switching the lights off. The raccoon grunted as the chemical’s effect took hold, his bladder filled and started to drain out the tube. As he started to give the wall toilet a refreshing drink, a black sledge pushed out of it’s hole and slowly wound up the tube. \n\n“Oh god!” Chuck whimpered, what little light remaining in the room let him watch as the mixture of coon shit and piss came up the clear tube. It stopped just in front of the skunk’s gag, making the fur sigh in relief. Just as he thought the raccoon was finished a thunderous fart shook the room as the coon unleashed a full load into the tube. Chuck watched in horror as the foul food pushed up past the gag and right into his muzzle. The sludge mixture coating the inside of the trapped skunk’s muzzle. \n\nThe raccoon moaned as his castrated cock grew hard as he continued to shit and piss, his wastes feeding the fellow toilet on the wall. As he laid there his only thought was what the skunk’s wastes would taste like. From past experience he knew he would have to wait though, it would take a bit for the chemicals running through his own waste to start to affect the skunk. Till then he laid there enjoying the hot feeling of his scat pushing out of his hole and up the tube.\n\nChuck gagged as the coon waste built up, bulging out his cheeks. The foul thick substance was the worst thing he had ever tasted, twice as bad as the time he accidentally drank a glass of spoiled milk. His jaws started to ache as he fought trying to swallow the raw coon sewage. As more of the shit puffed out the skunk’s cheeks, his jaws started to ache. Finally with a soft whine he swallowed, the thick mixture slid down his throat making the skunk squirm in disgust. The toilet didn’t know how long he was there as he continued to swallow from the tube, it could have been minutes or days for all he knew. At some point he realized he started to feed the raccoon himself, it made the skunk blush deeply hearing the coon greedily slurp down skunk crap. \n\n“Am I actually starting to like this?” Chuck thought as another fresh round of scat poured into his muzzle. About a load or two before the skunk had noticed a difference in the taste of the coon’s scat. It wasn't as foul, it had more of an earthy taste like fresh mushrooms. Underneath the earthness he could taste various other flavors and it made his heart race with excitement watching that shit flow up the tube and into his muzzle. “I want more!” His body screamed at him as he sucked and licked at the tube hoping to coax more out. What the toilet didn’t know was that the coon’s shit was laced with chemicals that more of the raccoon’s scat he consumed the more it built up in his body, changing his body physically and psychologically to be more accepting of being a toilet. \n\nIt was two days later when the door opened. Chuck whined and chomped trying to keep the gag in as it was removed. The chemical high kept his brain fogged up as the dragon pushed the coon out of the way. Chuck lowered his ears in disappointment till he saw the dragon’s scaly ass press against his muzzle. The skunk toilet murred and started to lick at the thick pucker in need. He rimmed the hole with his scat covered tongue till the dragon grunted. “Mmpgh Let us see if you are ready for this.” The dragon’s hole puckered and split open as a thick dry log pushed out of his hole.\n\nChuck opened his muzzle wide open, accepting the log willingly, but started to gag as he realized that it was too thick to slide down his throat. Whimpering he started to chew and swallow the log of scat as fast as he could. The taste was different from the sludge he was used to but wasn’t unpleasant. After a good five minutes of shitting the dragon lifted, grabbed the skunk’s tail and wiped his ass with it. The toilet skunk chewed and swallowed his meal and started panting as the dragon wheeled the coon out and left him hanging.\n\nIt took a full three months of switching between pup training and toilet training to completely break the skunk. Intermixed between the training the skunk was reward by a good fucking or sucking off the dragon. On the last day of training the dragon led the pet out of the room and into a van. The skunk sat obediently in his pet crate as he was transferred to his new home, the AmpCorp pet store. “Here we are pet.” The dragon lifted the skunk up and carried him inside. The dragon had long since stopped using the pet’s name and the skunk couldn’t even remember having one. \n\n“Woof!” The skunk puppy wagged its tail as he sat down in a large pen and his cage door was opened. Shyly the puppy sniffed the air and looked around before slowly crawling out of the cage. Once out he looked up as his trainer for the past few months picked up the cage. His tail and ears lowered when he realized the dragon was going to leave. \n\n“Awws” The dragon patted the pup’s head. “It will be ok. I know such a cutie like you will be adopted fast.” He ruffled the skunk’s head fur and waved bye leaving the pup to curl up alone and waiting for his turn to be sold. \n\n \n\n \n\n ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Ampcorp’s New Skunk Pet


Chapter One: A Skunk’s Choice

A skunk paced back and forth as he stared at the latest Ampcorp advertisement on his computer screen. The ad featured a smiling black and red fox, with his arms and legs missing. Above the happy amputee, it said, “Ampcorp, Making happy pets since 2020.” Below it links for Faq, History, Find Your Perfect Pet, Employment, and Become a Pet, the one link the skunk was most interested in. As he looked back at the ad for the tenth time in a half hour, the skunk thought hard about his deepest desires. Ampcorp originally started as a company replacing capital punishment with a new innovative rehabilitation program. Criminals would be turned into harmless pets, but a few years after the program started a sexual revolution among young adults turned Ampcorp into the world’s foremost company for fulfilling certain desires. Finally the skunk plopped down in his chair and scooted up to the desk. His black paw trembled as he clicked the Become a Pet link. Panting heavily the skunk typed his name Chuck, age 21, sex male, and species Skunk, into the form. Blinking the skunk gulped, right after typing skunk the form added a new question.

Are you Descented?

Yes  No  

Chuck’s paw hovered over the yes button for a moment before dragging the cursor over no and clicking on it. The application popped up a dialogue box. It was a basic explanation that Ampcorp only accepts descented mustelids and mephitidae for certain roles. Chuck continued to read till he got to the bottom where it asked if he consented to having his scent glands removed. The skunk with no hesitation clicked on the agree button. He only had kept his glands intact because his family tradition insisted, now that he would be disappearing forever he didn’t need them. The box closed and Chuck continued. Most of the rest of the form was long and boring, a section on finances, followed by medical history, then what he wanted to be done with his former life. He looked around the sparse room. “Not worth anything” Chuck muttered as he typed, donated or trash then finished the form, the only thing left was the procedures. He blushed, his cock was rock hard and dripped as he selected limb removal, both arms, and legs. Chuck leaned back his cock twitching as he took a breather. The next section would change his life the most.  

Leaning back forward he browsed through the available options. “Hmm being a lamp could be interesting,” he mused briefly picturing himself with bright lights shining out of his eyes, before dismissing the idea, he just wouldn’t like being completely immobile or blind. “Hmm what else is there?” Chuck clicked the red x on the lamp murred softly at the next option as foot stool. Responsibilities, propping up owners feet and licking them clean every day. Usually paired with those with smelly paws. Chuck shook his head, it would be fun for a while but would get boring just doing one thing for the rest of his life.  He passed on the stool and moved on.

Next up was being a toilet, the skunk wrinkled his nose up at the thought of drinking others piss or heaven forbid eating their shit. Though as he clicked through samples of toilets, especially a black wolf with pink markings made his loins stir and his heart flutter. He marked maybe on the form and moved on to being sewed into a plushie suit. Like the lamp this didn’t suit him one bit. Far too restrictive and required surgery to eliminate his voice box completely to be replaced with a speaker.

After passing by several more options Chuck stopped on one that seemed very good. The position was the family pet. He blushed as he read about being led out on walks naked, eating from a dog dish, snuggles, and pets. The only requirement was being able to adapt to any family situation, single owner, couple, and family with children. He selected this as his primary role and then set toilet as his secondary role. Quickly he clicked yes on all the pop up dialogues without really reading them, while his other paw gently played with his member.  
  
The final thing was the appointment date, he was overjoyed when there was a slot available right away in the morning.and nothing was binding till he showed up. He turned off his computer for the last time and made his way to his bed.

“Well it’s set.” He shivered as he flopped on his bed. His black paws gently stroked his plump member. This is probably the last time I’ll ever paw off, he thought as he pinched the tip. Murring softly he ran his black paw over his little four incher, just enough to peek out of his sheath. Chuck’s paw squeezed at his stiffy, his back arched as he filled the air with little happy moans and chirrs. His other paw drifted down to his long loose sack, as he pleasured his skunk meat with his right paw, his left paw tugged and squeezed his balls, small enough to get lost in his sack.

“Ungh!!” Chuck exclaimed while he ran his fingers down the very short shaft of his cock.

Murring he laid there enjoying the feel of bare skin against fur. Chuck played with his wang as he tried to envision his arms just falling off. Writhing on his bed Chuck tugged on his little pole but every time he neared that high point, feeling in his paws and arms would disappear. Whining softly as another attempt to blow his sticky load failed Chuck’s cocklet drooled pre, leaving his belly fur matted and damp. After the third time, Chuck panting flopped his numb arms on the bed and stared at his toes. Wiggling his toes Chuck gazed up to his ankles, shins, and finally knees.With a raspy moan Chuck willed his legs to just disappear. After closing his eyes, the skunk tried to move his limbs, only to find there was no response. Trying to wiggle his toes produced the same results, just a mild tingling sensation. Chuck moaned softly as the vision of himself in his head crawled around on its stumpy limbs. A pink blush crept over Chuck’s cheeks as he pictured being led by a leash outside and lifting his leg next to a tree. “Ohhh,” Chuck moaned as he finally painted his belly with long sticky ropes of skunk cream. Panting Chuck curled up smiling as he fell soundly asleep.

The next morning came all too soon for the skunk. It seemed just as he fell asleep his alarm was blaring, reminding him today is the big day. The skunk showered, paying extra attention to the cum soaked tangle of belly fur. Blushing his little member was hard as rock knowing in just a few hours he would be reduced to one of the lowest positions in life. Nothing more than an animal, completely at the mercy of his owner. Chuck shivered  as he dried off and dressed in a pair of simple shorts. Blushing crimson red he skipped out the door not even saying goodbye to his old life.

Not even a long ride on the bus could stifle the skunk’s excitement as he strode through the glass doors of the Ampcorp’s local clinic. The doors chimed as Chuck entered walking up to the desk. Gulping, he rang the small brass service bell several times. As he waited, Chuck picked up a small brochure and flipped through descriptions of the various procedures offered, as well as the company's promise to take care of any and all pets up to the moment they are sold. The more he read, the more the small bulge in his shorts throbbed.

“Hello there.” Chuck fell backwards and suddenly a large dragon was standing behind the desk.

“Ommph!” Chuck blushed as he stood up, embarrassed he was caught unaware. “Um hello, I’m Chuck and I have an appointment.”

The dragon typed at the computer and grinned when he saw Chuck’s name and file pop up on the screen.”Ahh here we are, Chuck, In for descentings and limb removal. Preference to be a household pet right?” The dragon asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Umm yeah” Chuck answered as he nervously chewed his lip. Almost a done deal, he could just walk out now and return to his lonely life or jump right into a new life.
“Follow me to the exam room,” the dragon smiled as he pointed past the desk. Chuck shifted on his bare paws as he was led down a long hallway and through a double door.

Blushing Chuck found himself in a spacious exam room as the dragon turned around. “Strip and hop up on the table I’ll be right back.” The dragon patted the cold steel table before winking at the skunk as he strolled through a side door meant for doctors and nurses.

Chuck looked around, the room was warm and inviting other than the cold steel table. As he tugged down his shorts, his eyes focused on a medical dummy showing various dotted lines. Chuck stepped out of his last remaining bit of his life. Bending down the skunk picked up his shorts and brought the musky garments to his muzzle. Chuck took a deep inhale of his scent before tossing the shorts into the biohazard bin. Blushing Chuck climbed up onto the table. “BRRRRR Cold!”

Chuck shivered as he waited on the table. By the time he was sure his ass was frozen to the metal the side door opened and the dragon walked out wearing scrubs. “Ahh I see you are ready Chuck.” The dragon grinned as he pushed a cart covered by a white cloth.

“Um Um what's under there?” Chuck asked meekly as the dragon approached the steel table. He nervously chewed his lip as the dragon smiled at him.

“You know the usual stuff, saws, needles, all the tools I need to make you the best possible pet you can be. Speaking of which time for that first procedure. I Need you to get on all fours and lift your tail.” The dragon asked softly as he pulled out a long rod from under the sheet.

“Umm Ok!” Chuck got down on his knees and paws turning around. He lifted his tail high, exposing his anus, glands, and the back of his ball sack. Behind the skunk admired the view, from the perky ass to the tight pucker. Chuck inhaled and closed his eyes wondering just how they descented his species.

“Ok this should only take a minute cutie,” the doctor cooed at the skunk as he lined up the long tool to Chuck’s scent glands. He pushed the rod into one gland making the skunk squirm as he tried to fight back the reflex to release his thick oily spray at the dragon. The dragon patted Chuck’s tush and smiled. “Doing good there,” He pressed a button on the end of the rod.

Chuck whined softly as the rod inside him started to heat up, burning out his scent gland. The pain was harsh but not unbearable as the rod was pulled out and inserted into the skunk’s other gland. “It hurts!” Chuck groaned as the rod was finally removed.

The dragon set the heat rod down and pet the skunk’s head. “It is ok, it’ll sting for a few days but hey no more disgusting skunk spray no?” Chuck nodded as the dragon laid him down on his back. “Ok the next part is limb removal, by law I’m required to ask one last time. Is this what you want?”

“Fuck yeah! do it already, I I can’t live with these things any more,” Chuck bellowed as he wiggled his fingers and toes. The skunk’s heart beat fast as the dragon nodded, turning to the tools again. As the doctor fiddled under the sheet Chuck’s member twitched leaking pre onto his fluffy tummy.

“Ready?” The dragon didn’t give Chuck a chance to respond as he jabbed the skunk’s right arm with a large needle. The skunk yelped and tried to pull his arm away.

“FUCK!!” Chuck screamed as the dragon pulled the syringe away. He tried to rub his  arm but he found to his pleasure nothing would move. His little cock spurted onto his belly as the skunk laid there helpless.

“Sorry about that, just a bit of a nerve agent. Will paralyze you but sadly, does nothing for pain. We need to work on that one.” The dragon pulled the sheet back revealing saws, bandages, sharp tools of all kinds. Chuck whined as his eyes watched the dragon pick up the saw. “Hmm. Should I do this the old fashioned way? Or, perhaps something more high tech?” The dragon pondered out loud as he pulled a bright shiny red ball, with a black leather strap attached to the sides.

“What’s that for?” Chuck whined quite a bit scared. He knew he was at the dragon’s mercy, with no hope of escape. Not that he wanted to, his little prick was standing at full attention leaking copious amounts of pre onto the skunk’s stomach. The skunk’s balls ached screaming for someone to release the pent up need, even with the thick load they had spilled the previous night.

“It is so your screams don’t disturb the other guests and merchandise.”  the dragon spoke as he forced the paralyzed skunk’s jaws wide open. “Also so you don’t bite your own tongue off from the pain.” Chuck whined as his tongue was pinned to the roof of his muzzle as the rubber ball was forced into his muzzle. The dragon pulled the strap tightly behind the skunk’s and fumbled with the latch till it clicked into place. ``There we go, nice snug,” the dragon snickered as his patient looked back with eyes full of fear. But as the dragon looked deeper into those bright blue eyes, he saw a deep longing, a desire to serve and please that touched the dragon’s heart. He tore away from the skunk’s eyes so he could continue his work. With the skunk almost ready, the doctor pulled the cover off the cart and reached for a length of surgical tubing.

“NUGHPH!” Chuck’s muzzle leaked drool as the doc gently lifted his right arm, tying the flexible tube tight just above the elbow. The pet whined softly as the tight cord pinched against his fur and flesh. The dragon repeated the action on the skunk’s other arm, then on his legs just above the knees. As he waited for his patient's limbs’ circulation to die off the dragon toyed with the skunk’s lil leaky member.

“Such a cute little skunk, you’ll make a good pet,” the doc smiled as he pinched the tip of the skunk’s throbbing dick, making the poor creature moan into his ball gag. Saliva dripped down his muzzle in riverlets to pool on his chest. Inside his chest Chuck’s heart beat heavily as the dragon gave his nuts a firm squeezing. The immobile skunk drooled more as his fate to lose his limbs ticked ever nearer. The dragon’s hand left the soon to be amputee’s little junk and reached for a saw. The skunk’s eyes watered as the doctor selected an old civil war style medical saw. Despite the fear Chuck’s cock lept of its own free will splattering his white stomach with fresh cream.

Grinning, the doctor tested the saw’s teeth for sharpness. “You know? I prefer these old saws much more. Lets me take my time but I rarely get to use them.” The dragon explained as he lined the blade to the skunk’s arm. Whimpering around the gag the pet felt as the sharp tips of the saw’s blade dig into his skin. “Oh dear I almost forgot something!” The doc set the blade aside and reached for a razor. The shaving buzzed to life as the fur around the skunk’s knees and elbows down to the pink skin. The dragon cleaned up the trimmed fur then picked the saw back up. “That's better, got standards after all. Alas company rules say no undue pain,” The dragon sighed as he set the saw back down. He patted the skunk’s head as he selected a steel ring with a green button. He opened the ring and clamped it over the shaved site. After he places another ring on the skunk’s other arm and a larger ring on each of the skunk’s legs the dragon grinned.

“Ahh the laser cutter ring makes limb removal easy as one, two, three.” The doctor pressed one of the green buttons and stepped back. The skunk screamed into his gag as the chemical running through his blood kept him as still as a statue. His bright eyes dripped with heavy tears as the ring hummed to life,a hot searing laser easily tearing through the thin layer of skunk skin and dug into muscle. The ring grew hotter as it severed the unneeded limb from its owner’s body. Without much resistance the ring burned through flesh and bone till with a little ding the ring turned off leaving a nice cauterized stump.
 
“Well that is one down, three to go,” the dragon picked up the arm and waved it in front of the skunk. Tears streamed down the amputee skunk’s face mixing with the long strands of drool as a blush crept up on his cheek. He watched as his former limb flopped completely out of his control, before it was used to stroke his member. The blush deepened as the feeling of his severed arm pawing at his member drove him wild, fulfilling a very deep desire. “Looking like a good pet,” the dragon said as he dropped the limb onto the skunk’s chest.

The skunk’s eyes sparkled with tears as he stared at the strange limb resting on his torso as the dragon resumed work. The second arm was off in a matter of minutes with barely a fuss. It was dropped next to the drooly skunk’s other arm as the dragon focused on the thicker meat. The dragon pressed the button on the ring just above the knee and it began to tear through flesh, nerves, and bone. The skunk pet drooled as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He felt as the precise lasers burned through his leg, searing flesh, nerves and bone. Panting and near passing out he epped into the gag as he suddenly found his foot shoved into his nose. Blushing as he inhaled the sweaty musk between his toes.

“And almost done lil pet, just one more pesky leg left,” The dragon teased the skunk as he started to ring through the last limb. The skunk eyelids fluttered as the pain started to overwhelm his nervous system. As the hot ring worked its way through the leg, its owner started to pass out. His endurance was near its limits as the bone snapped and the leg came free. With one last spurt the skunk’s cock emptied its load and Chuck passed out.

The dragon patted the skunk’s head as he gathered up the arms and legs dumping them in a plastic bag and dumped them down a chute marked incinerator then returned to wrap the skunk’s stumps in bandages. “Sleep well pet soon we start your training.” The dragon petted the skunk’s head before pulling off his blood stained gloves and depositing them in a waste disposal unit. With a smile the doctor scooped the little pet up and carried him out of the operating room into a recovery room.

  Chapter Two: Learning to Be a Pet

Recovery for the skunk went well. The first week consisted of a feeding tube down his throat while he laid in bed. By the second week the pain in his stumps faded to a dull ache and he was allowed solid food. While in bed the amputee enjoyed wagging his stumps, he wanted to see them but they were always wrapped up. Blushing the skunk felt himself dribbling piss again. At some point during his recovery a thick catheter had slid down his little skunk chub. The stumpy furr moaned as he felt the front of his crotch get warm as he flooded the poofy diaper diaper with zero control. As he laid there enjoying the feeling and staring up at the ceiling the door to his room opened and the face of a familiar dragon loomed suddenly over him.

“Hello pet,” The dragon smiled down at the wiggling  skunk. “I think you are ready for the real training to begin.” Blushing the skunk looked up at the doctor wagging his stumps, to the skunk the feeling of having no arms or legs was bliss. The dragon smiled back as he picked up the skunk, laying him over his shoulder. Chuck the pet cooed as he was carried into a large room, on the floor were dog dishes, collars, leashes, as well as more sinister things. Along one wall several hooks jutted out with ropes looped around their pointed tips. Whimpering the pet desperately tried to cling to the dragon as he was laid on the floor.

“What's going to happen next?” the skunk whined as the dragon loomed over him. He glanced over at the hooks fearful as the dragon started to unwrap the skunk’s bandages.

“Well pet, we are going to start training you to be a house pet as well as secondary duty as a toilet just in case.” The dragon ran his claws down the stumps, each one was covered in a soft coating of fresh fur. ``These look beautiful, I do have to admit the rings do a wonderful job.” The dragon commented as he picked the skunk up. Chuck squeaked as he was lifted. “These should be good enough for you to walk on now.”

Blushing the pet wiggled his four stumps as the doctor tenderly brought him down to the floor. The pet wobbled on his stumps for a few seconds then with a big omph fell flat on his face. Tears welled up in the pets eyes till his trainer soothingly petted his head. “Whaa that hurt,” Chuck sobbed.

“Shush shush little pet you will get it. Let's try again shall we?” The skunk sniffled and tried to wipe the tears out of his eyes but was reminded of his new life when he found his stump wouldn’t reach. Snot dripped out of his snout as he shakily pushed himself up on his stumps again. Before he could fall again he felt the dragon place a paw under his belly for support.
“um um thank you um..” Blushing the skunk stuttered not knowing what to call the dragon.

“You can just call me master or sir for now.” The dragon steadied the skunk holding him up as the pet got used to being on all fours like a feral. “Now try taking a step,” the dragon gave a soft command. With a sniff Chuck to one shaky step after another as the dragon held him up. As minutes ticked by the skunk was starting to get a hang of walking in his new state.

“I I think I can do it on my own now, master,” the skunk spoke softly as he walked a bit wobbly. The doctor pulled his paw away and watched with a proud look on his face as the pet started to trot around the room. The skunk by no means had mastered the walk as several times he slipped but he made great effort by pushing himself up to take a few more steps. The skunky slowly made his way several feet before collapsing from the effort.

“That's a good pet, let's work on something else now.” Master smiled down at the pet as the skunk pet blushed. The dragon picked him up and laid him out on the floor, wiggling the skunk’s cheeks turned bright red as the thoroughly soaked diaper was opened. The pet shivered as the cool air of the training room nipped at his little cock and balls. “This looks very good pet,” He tugged at the cath making the skunk whine.

“OWW OWW That hurts Sir,” Chuck whined as the dragon yanked the cath out making the skunk scream out as it pulled out of his slightly inflated bladder. The skunk sobbed wanting to grab his hurting bits but only could flail his stumps around as his little cock gushed out piss stained with a little pink.

“Opps forgot to fully deflate that. Oh well, you’ll probably never be able to hold your bladder anymore,” the dragon snickered as the pet sobbed uncontrollably. He deposited the cath in the trash alongside the diaper. “Nobody said the training would be pleasant, now get off your ass and get over here!” The doctor ordered with a sharp command.

The pet sniffled tears dripping down his face as much as the piss had leaked out of his broken cock. With great effort he rolled over and fought back the feeling of retching as he rose to his stumps. “Ye... yes sir,” the pet’s voice struggled to hide the great amount of pain he felt. His cock burned and the ends of his stumps ached horribly from the unused feelings. Slowly he walked over to the dragon leaving a trail of piss and tears behind him as he stopped in front of his trainer.

“Bad pet, look at the mess you have made!” Chuck winced and his ears folded down at the scolding. “Very very bad pet!” The dragon placed a paw on the back of the pet’s head. The skunk whined as the dragon pushed his nose into the puddle on the floor.

“Buh buh!” Chuck’s protest was cut short when the dragon’s paw slapped across his muzzle softly. The skunk’s eyes started to well up again at the stinging slap before the dragon let him up. The pet looked up, his ears folded back against his skull in a submissive posture.

“That's better,” the dragon smiled and gently petted the skunk’s head. Chuck smiled weakly as his trainer offered him a round treat from a small bag. The skunk sniffed it and was about to ask what it was before catching himself. Whining the pet opened his muzzle letting the dragon set the treat onto his tongue. The skunk pet closed his muzzle, the treat sitting on his tongue. The skunk closed his eyes as he tasted salt and some sort of meat. With a blush the skunk chewed the treat and swallowed happily. Afterwards he looked up at his trainer, his big striped tail wagging as he watched the dragon fix a bright pink collar around his neck. The skunk’s cheeks flushed red as he wanted to tell the dragon he wasn’t a girl but thought better of it as a matching leash was clipped to the collar.

The skunk whined and opened his muzzle to protest as the leash was tugged. To his surprise only whimpers and whines came out. The skunk’s tail flailed as the more he tried to speak the more he sounded like a dog. Every word came out as a whimper, bark, or whine as he was tugged around the room. After ten minutes of babbling and being walked the skunk gave up, his body hurt and his throat tingled. He dropped on his belly, his pink nose wiggling as he smelled something musky hovering just above it.

“Open your muzzle pet,” The dragon commanded as something sticky dripped down onto the pet’s nose. Chuck looked up, his blue eyes going cross as they tried focusing on something large and drippy. Obediently the skunk opened his muzzle as the dragon’s fat throbbing member was pushed in. Gagging the skunk tried to adjust, the meat in his muzzle almost big enough to dislocate his jaw. A soft paw on his ears encouraged the skunk’s muzzle to start bobbing on the dragon cock.

If Chuck could see his face he would have seen under his black and white fur, his face was a deep red. Here he was, being turned into a house pet and he was experiencing his first sexual act with another furson. He tried his best to work around the muzzle full of dragon cock, his tongue lapped the underside of the dragon’s cock where it was pinned. Below him he could feel his own little cock despite the pain he felt stiffened and slid out of his sheath. Standing over him, the large dragon let out a moan as the skunk’s warm lips wrapped around his cock. The pet didn’t give the best head by far but it was enough for the horny pent up trainer. “Ohhh that's a good pet!” the dragon moaned as a wave of orgasmic pleasure welled up in his balls and flooded out of his member.

Chuck’s eyes went wide as he felt the first splash of hot cum at the back of his throat. Gulping he swallowed the salty taste rather unpleasant as before he could brace himself a torrent of the sticky dragon seed rushed down his throat. The skunk gulped down the salty fluid, his throat became coated in the sticky stuff. No matter how much he managed it to get into his belly there was another flood behind. Soon it became too much for the skunk to handle. He tried to pull off but a firm paw at the back of his head held him still. Chuck tried his best but as the torrent of musky spunk kept pouring into his little muzzle the back flow welled up into his sinuses and leaked heavily out of his nose. Finally after a full ten minutes the flow tapered off and the dragon pulled out of the skunk’s muzzle.

“Oh that is a good pet, I needed that.” He looked down as the skunk coughed and sputtered as his throat was finally cleared enough for him to breathe. “Oh dear, sounds like you need something to drink my pet.” The dragon walked over to the other end of the room and picked up a large round dog dish. He carried it over and set it under the skunk’s nose. “Drink!” the dragon commanded.

The pet blushed and lapped at the water murring as the cool liquid washed out the salty taste of the dragon’s strong seed. As he lapped he felt a clamp around his balls. He whimpered as he felt a paw running over his little hard cock. The pet moaned as his little cocklet was stroked softly.The skunk barely managed a whimper as a searing heat erupted around his groin. The skunk pup whined as he heard a soft chuckle behind him.

“That is better, now you look more family safe.” The dragon picked the skunk up and forced the pet’s muzzle open up. “For being such a good boy I have a treat for you.” Chuck whimpered as he smelt something musky and familiar pushed into his muzzle. The skunk whined as he realized it was his own maleness. Helpless, the pet rolled his tongue over the two small orbs in his mouth. Despite them being his, the skunk couldn’t help but think they did taste good. Lost in tasting his own sex the skunk was caught by surprise when the dragon wrapped his hand around his muzzle. Chuck whimpered as his teeth dug into the orbs as the hand tightened. He laid his tail out submissively as the treats in his muzzle burst, coating his tongue with their squishy innards. “Swallow pet!” The dragon ordered. Whimpering and not wanting to disappoint his master, the skunk swallowed the mushy balls. Finally that hand left his muzzle, Chuck took a deep inhale of fresh air before his little cocklet was shoved in his jaws.

“Margh?” Sobbing softly as his tongue rolled over his small cock head the skunk pet started to chew. Chuck tore at his little dick till nothing remained. His act of self cannibalism was rewarded with a gentle pat on the head and a tug on his leash.

“Good lil skunk bitch,” the dragon praised the skunk as he led him to a padded dog bed. The skunk whined softly as he curled up on the bed. He never signed up to lose his genitals, and being force fed his own maleness was so humiliating. The pet sniffled and sobbed himself to sleep as his trainer turned off the lights leaving the skunk alone in the training room.

Chapter 3: Toilet Training

The skunk’s restless sleep was abruptly disturbed as he was hauled out of his little bed and dragged over to the wall. By the time he was fully asleep the skunk’s collar was locked to the wall. “What’s going on?” He mummered softly. It took several moments for the skunk to register that he actually spoke words and not animal sounds. Blinking, he stared up at his trainer. “I can speak?”

“Yes pet you can for now.” The dragon finished securing the skunk to the wall. “Today we will be working on your other training.” The dragon smirked as Chuck whimpered, as he suddenly remembered what his second choice had been. His ears laid flat as his stumps were chained to the wall.

“It's just piss right sir?” The skunk whined not looking forward to this new training. One of his most guilty pleasures had been laying back in his bathtub, grabbing hold of his little pole and just pissing all over his chubby stomach and chest. There had only been one time he had attempted to play with shit. The skunk had squatted over some newspaper in his bathroom and pushed out a small pile of fresh skunk scat. He turned around and sniffed it deeply, the smell alone had made his stomach turn and flop.

“Oh no not at all you are a toilet, that means we’ll be going full on here. In fact, later I have a special guest to help in the training.” The fresh toilet whimpered and wiggled against the wall wondering if he made a bad choice. As the skunk was thinking the dragon was getting ready. He stood in front of the skunk holding his meat over the skunk’s head in one hand. Without a single bit of warning the dragon relaxed and sighed.

It started as a warm drip on his nose that brought the toilet skunk back to reality. It opened its eyes just in time for the dragon to aim his cock up and wash over the skunk’s face with a heavy stream of piss. The wall fixture sputtered as the dragon urine stunk and what bit landed in his muzzle was the worst thing he ever tasted. He shut his eyes tightly closed and clamped his muzzle shut as the dragon’s stream washed down lower. Chuck murred as the hot piss soaked his chest fur. This feels kinda nice he thought as the piss dripped from his fur. He wiggled as the dragon hosed down his belly and empty groin to finally drench the toilet’s large tail.

“Ahh that feels a lot better,” The dragon sighed happily. He smirked at the moaning toilet in front of him. “Hmm If I were to guess I think you enjoyed that. Well that was the easy part from here on it gets alot worse.” The toilet opened its bright eyes as piss dripped from every part of him. The dragon patted the skunk’s head and left the room, leaving the skunk alone hanging and soaked to the bone in the foul urine.

Chuck hung on the wall for several hours alone with only the constant stench of the dragon’s piss to remind him he was just a toilet. By the time his ears picked up the sound of the door opening the toilet was starting to enjoy the deep musky scent he was covered in. In fact he craved to be marked. His little ears flicked as the door opened and picked up the high pitch of wheels squeaking. He turned his head just enough to watch the dragon pushing a cart covered by a cloth. “Well your special guest is here,” the dragon spoke with Chuck as he pulled the cloth away. Underneath was a silver-grey raccoon with blue rings. It was similarly stumped and castrated, but retained its blue canine member.

“Who is that?” Chuck blushed as he looked down at the fellow stumpy fur. Little drops of milky pre leaked out of his piss slit he watched the other pet stir and wiggle on his cart. The raccoon’s stumps and tail were strapped down to the cart, giving the skunk a clear view of the other fur’s exposed tail hole. He blushed more as the dragon gently poked a claw into the wiggling fur’s hole right in front of him.

“This is Saila, a toilet like you.” The toilet moaned at hearing its name as the wall toilet blushed softly. “He is going to provide the next few days food and drink for you.”

“Food?” Chuck blinked, he understood drinking from the other toilet but eating, now he was just completely lost. The trainer just smiled as from under the cart he pulled out two clear plastic tubes and ring gags. The fur on the cart opened its muzzle wide, accepting the metal rig with much enthusiasm. It’s ringed tail wagged back and forth as the gag was set then hooked to one of the hoses. The wall toilet whined as the dragon pushed the other end of the hose into it’s exposed and still tender hole. It really started to squirm as the dragon fed a thin urine tube up his piss hole.

“Yes You will be feeding him and he will be feeding you.” The dragon smirked as he fixed the skunk’s gag, cutting off the skunk’s protest as he attached a tube in a similar fashion as he did for the raccoon on the cart. The raccoon happily chirped around the tube in his muzzle as the dragon inserted his piss tube. “And a stimulant to get things flowing,” the dragon explained to Chuck as he injected the raccoon’s rump with a powerful stimulant to get his body overproducing shit and piss.

Moaning the raccoon toilet’s body reacted to the chemical mixture immediately. His tail lashed at the air as loud gurgles from his stomach filled the air. Chuck hung on the wall whimpering around his gag as the ominous sounds grew louder and more present as the dragon walked out, switching the lights off. The raccoon grunted as the chemical’s effect took hold, his bladder filled and started to drain out the tube. As he started to give the wall toilet a refreshing drink, a black sledge pushed out of it’s hole and slowly wound up the tube.

“Oh god!” Chuck whimpered, what little light remaining in the room let him watch as the mixture of coon shit and piss came up the clear tube. It stopped just in front of the skunk’s gag, making the fur sigh in relief. Just as he thought the raccoon was finished a thunderous fart shook the room as the coon unleashed a full load into the tube. Chuck watched in horror as the foul food pushed up past the gag and right into his muzzle. The sludge mixture coating the inside of the trapped skunk’s muzzle.

The raccoon moaned as his castrated cock grew hard as he continued to shit and piss, his wastes feeding the fellow toilet on the wall. As he laid there his only thought was what the skunk’s wastes would taste like. From past experience he knew he would have to wait though, it would take a bit for the chemicals running through his own waste to start to affect the skunk. Till then he laid there enjoying the hot feeling of his scat pushing out of his hole and up the tube.

Chuck gagged as the coon waste built up, bulging out his cheeks. The foul thick substance was the worst thing he had ever tasted, twice as bad as the time he accidentally drank a glass of spoiled milk. His jaws started to ache as he fought trying to swallow the raw coon sewage. As more of the shit puffed out the skunk’s cheeks, his jaws started to ache. Finally with a soft whine he swallowed, the thick mixture slid down his throat making the skunk squirm in disgust. The toilet didn’t know how long he was there as he continued to swallow from the tube, it could have been minutes or days for all he knew. At some point he realized he started to feed the raccoon himself, it made the skunk blush deeply hearing the coon greedily slurp down skunk crap.

“Am I actually starting to like this?” Chuck thought as another fresh round of scat poured into his muzzle. About a load or two before the skunk had noticed a difference in the taste of the coon’s scat. It wasn't as foul, it had more of an earthy taste like fresh mushrooms. Underneath the earthness he could taste various other flavors and it made his heart race with excitement watching that shit flow up the tube and into his muzzle. “I want more!” His body screamed at him as he sucked and licked at the tube hoping to coax more out. What the toilet didn’t know was that the coon’s shit was laced with chemicals that more of the raccoon’s scat he consumed the more it built up in his body, changing his body physically and psychologically to be more accepting of being a toilet.

It was two days later when the door opened. Chuck whined and chomped trying to keep the gag in as it was removed. The chemical high kept his brain fogged up as the dragon pushed the coon out of the way. Chuck lowered his ears in disappointment till he saw the dragon’s scaly ass press against his muzzle. The skunk toilet murred and started to lick at the thick pucker in need. He rimmed the hole with his scat covered tongue till the dragon grunted. “Mmpgh Let us see if you are ready for this.” The dragon’s hole puckered and split open as a thick dry log pushed out of his hole.

Chuck opened his muzzle wide open, accepting the log willingly, but started to gag as he realized that it was too thick to slide down his throat. Whimpering he started to chew and swallow the log of scat as fast as he could. The taste was different from the sludge he was used to but wasn’t unpleasant. After a good five minutes of shitting the dragon lifted, grabbed the skunk’s tail and wiped his ass with it. The toilet skunk chewed and swallowed his meal and started panting as the dragon wheeled the coon out and left him hanging.

It took a full three months of switching between pup training and toilet training to completely break the skunk. Intermixed between the training the skunk was reward by a good fucking or sucking off the dragon. On the last day of training the dragon led the pet out of the room and into a van. The skunk sat obediently in his pet crate as he was transferred to his new home, the AmpCorp pet store. “Here we are pet.” The dragon lifted the skunk up and carried him inside. The dragon had long since stopped using the pet’s name and the skunk couldn’t even remember having one.

“Woof!” The skunk puppy wagged its tail as he sat down in a large pen and his cage door was opened. Shyly the puppy sniffed the air and looked around before slowly crawling out of the cage. Once out he looked up as his trainer for the past few months picked up the cage. His tail and ears lowered when he realized the dragon was going to leave.

“Awws” The dragon patted the pup’s head. “It will be ok. I know such a cutie like you will be adopted fast.” He ruffled the skunk’s head fur and waved bye leaving the pup to curl up alone and waiting for his turn to be sold.  

 

          

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