[center][b]Unfair Prize[/b]
by [name]JustLurking[/name] and [name]Pilou[/name][/center]

Pilou clutched his blankets tightly to himself as his eyes pleaded with the she-wolf looming over his bed.

“I’m sorry Pilou,” she sighed as she leaned down to straighten his quilt, “maybe we can go to the fair next year.”

“But I wanted to go so much.” Pilou whimpered in his best ‘disappointed-eight-year-old’ voice.

The elder wolf just brushed his fringe aside and planted a kiss on his forehead. “It’s seven o’clock and dark out; time for all good pups to be tucked in.  Goodnight son.”

“Goodnight mum.” Pilou said as the lights went out with a ‘click’.

Near darkness descended as the light from the hall was cut off. The colourful lights of the ‘Fun Fair of Dreams’ streamed through the window.  The pitch winter dusk making them seem more lively, warm and vibrant somehow.

‘It’s not fair!’ The pup groused to himself as he rolled over in his bed so he didn’t have to look at the pretty lights dancing on his walls. ‘It’s just across the road and all my friends have been.’

He came to a rest face-to-face with the key chain on his bedside table. The metal hoop that held both his locker key and the key to his window reflected the fair light.  Almost as if it was calling to him. His parents promised they would give him a front door key soon…but he didn’t actually need one to get out—he lived in a bungalow.

‘It’s just across the road.’ The nervous eight year old tried to justify his thoughts to himself. ‘I can be there and back before mum and dad know I am gone.’

He looked at the key intently.  His young heart beating faster than it ever had before.  ‘I’ve never done anything [i]this[/i] bad before. If mum and dad ever find out I will be in so much trouble.’

The faint sound of fair ground music permeated the stillness of the room, and made up Pilou’s mind.

His paw closed around the keys as he slid stealthily from his warm bed. He pulled his winter fleece and boots over his PJs, and arranged his bed sheets to look as if they were still occupied.

Then he clambered up onto the window sill and left his home.  He dropped onto the flower bed with a ‘squish’ of the soft damp soil and a shiver. It was colder than he expected, but that did nothing to deter the pup. After all the lights and machines of the fair were bound to make it warmer.

The excitement of the forbidden made Pilou’s heart race.  He could feel the blood pulsing in his ears as he slipped through the gate and across the street as quickly as he could.

‘Just a quick visit and then back.’  Pilou told himself as he walked into the circle of light that surrounded the stalls.  His eyes settled on a coconut shy not far from the edge of the fair ground, and he started for it—never considering how he would pay.

“Why are you here!?” A frail voice gasped from behind him.

Ancient paws fell on the started, pyjama-clad cub and twirled him around. They belong to an old coyote woman dressed as a fortune teller.  Her wild, panicked eyes met Pilou’s confused gaze as they searched for something.

“You must go quickly little one!” She rasped urgently as she looked anxiously around the crowds. “You are in great danger!”

“I…I don’t want my fortune told.”  The frightened cub tried to back out of the old woman’s grasp.

“You [i]must[/i] go!”  She repeated seeming not to have heard. “You are in danger if you continue!”

Her fear is contagious.  The urgency of her brittle, hoarse voice and her intense manic eyes made her look quite insane.

“Go child! Go!”  She pleaded as she saw Pilou dismiss her warnings. “It’s not—”

“Fortune teller!” A male voice shouts out.

A fox attired as a garish ring-master strode over pointing at the old woman.  The fortune teller seemed to shrink in on herself.

“Have you been upsetting my customers again!?” He demanded as he approached her.

“Danger…” she murmured.

The fox frowned.  “What danger old woman?”

“I…I…I cannot say.” The fortune teller seemed to struggle internally with the question before the guilty admission.

The fox sighed and dismissed her with a contemptuous flick of the wrist. The old woman shuffled back behind her crystal ball, somehow even more defeated and withdrawn into herself than before.

“I am sorry son.” The todd said after she was gone. “She is always doing this.”

The cub just nodded wide-eyed. “It’s okay.”

“Welcome to the fun fair of dreams youngster.”  The fox said with a flourish and a knowing smile.  “Where are your parents?  We should get you back to them.”

“Not far.”  Pilou replied too fast. “They aren’t waiting for me. I’m old enough to explore on my own.”

“Of course.” The fox grinned back. “In that case let me give you the tour to make up for just now young master.”

“I…okay.”  Pilou said caught off guard.

“First things first.” The fox asked as he put a paw on the pups back. “What is your name kiddo?”

“Pilou.” Pilou confessed.

The ‘ring master’ guided Pilou over to a tent filled with teddies and other assorted prizes.  It was manned by a tall, friendly-looking dalmatian.  “Well Pilou, this is the prize giver’s tent here.  This is where people who win big at our games take their tickets to claim their prizes.”

Pilou waved shyly to the prize giver, and the dalmatian smiled warmly and waved back.

And thus began a long tour around the fair ground.  Pilou was a little embarrassed when he realised he had no money to play any of the games, but no one asked him for any while he was with the fox.  The pup went on many rides, played many games and even won a fair share of them.

He started to notice a theme around the ‘Fair of Dreams’; swirls and spirals were everywhere.  There was nowhere free of pulsing lights and repetitive music.

The youngster quickly tired, but since he didn’t think much of it since he was up past his bed time.  He yawned and rubbed at his eyes cutely with the paw holding his tapes of tickets.

“Why isn’t anyone asking me for money?”  He asked after the eighteenth or ninetieth stall, being careful not to mention he had no money himself.

“Oh. We are all about pleasure here Pilou.” The fox said jovially. “Everything is fine so long as everyone is where they belong at the end of the night.”

The little wolf fidgeted guiltily. “I should go now.” He said realising he had been out far longer than he intended.

“Oh, no, no.”  The fox said with convincing dismay.  “I haven’t finished showing you the fair Pilou. There is so much more to see…so much fun to still to have."

“My parents will be wondering where I am.” Pilou said, fervourently hoping that wasn’t the case.

The fox’s shoulders slumped. “Well do you have time for one last sight young man?  The pride and joy of this fair.”

The cub felt guilty for letting down the friend who had let him play on so many stalls for free.  “I…yeah I can do that.” He smiled.

His new friend brightened immediately. “Right this way then!”  The fox pointed the cub towards the caravans in the shadows at the edge of the fair. “You know this is an old fair Pilou.  We’ve been around for hundreds of years.”

“Really?” The sleepy cub asked amazed.

“Uh huh.” The fox nodded. “We have lots of old traditions we keep up. Do you know we still make [i]all[/i] of our prizes ourselves?”

“That must take forever.” Pilou looked suitably impressed. “Who makes them all?”

“That’s who we are going to see now.”  The ‘ring master’ said patting the side of a modern looking caravan.  “This is the home of the toy maker, the wife of the prize giver.”  The fox smiles as he opens the door. “You’ll like her.”

The trusting pup walked in.  The inside was vastly different from what he expected.  It was dark inside the only light came from a circle of candles on the floor and a frankincense burner sitting in front of them. An impressive antique wooden spiral sat just outside the ring of candles.

At the back of the room, in the flickering shadows, a lioness in her late 30s lounged comfortably on a sofa as if waiting for something. “Hello young one.” She purred welcomingly. “Have you come to see how toys are made?”

Pilou nodded and coughed slightly.  The incense was thick and heavy, and the heat of the candles only made it harder to

“Well you are in luck little one.”  She purred as she slunk through the smoke predator-smooth. “I am just about to make a teddy bear. Would you like to see how?"

“Sure.” The pup gasped as his lungs tried to adapt. “I like plushies.”

“This is my equipment.”  The lioness gestured over the candles, burner and spiral, and smiled as she saw the look of confusion that washed over the cub.  “You’re wondering how I can make a bear with this aren’t you?”

The little wolf pup nodded and yawned.  The smoke was starting to make his head feel as cloudy as the room itself.  The fox placed his paws on Pilou’s shoulders to steady him.  The cub barely reacted.

“Well, watch closely little one and be amazed. You might want to sit close so you get a good view.”  She said as the fox walked Pilou into the centre of the circle of candles.  “That’s right, just have a seat little one.”

The dazed pup’s eyes followed the toy maker as she walked over to the spiral with a chair.  She placed the chair beside it and sat.  One foot resting on a pedal at the spiral’s base. The wheel began to move as she started to treadle.

The spiral is obviously an antique, its craftsmanship is too perfect and detailed for it to be anything else.  The hand painted spiral is dotted with mirrors that catch the candle light in strange ways.

Pilou shook his head to clear it. ‘This is strange.’

As some slight lucidity returned to the pup, he noticed the ‘ring master’ was slipping from the room.

“Wait!” The cub protested weakly. “I don’t know the way back.  I…I need to go back home…soon.”

“Don’t worry Pilou.” The fox smiled as the lioness redirected Pilou’s gaze back to the spiral.  “The toy maker will get you to where you belong by morning.”

The door shuts with a click.

“That’s right.  You are in safe hands with me Pilou.”  The toy maker cooed.  Lulling the pup back under. “This wont take long so don’t worry about it. In fact don’t worry about anything.  This fair is a place for fun and pleasure, not fear and anxiety.”

The semi-entranced cub yawned again, breathing in more of the sweet smelling smoke.

“Look carefully Pilou you don’t want to miss how we make toys.” The lioness coached.  “It is so interesting. Watch the spiral closely.”

The pup examined the spiral uncritically.  With most of his mental defences down. ‘How can a spiral help make toys?’ He thought groggy.

The lioness just smiled as she saw the pup slipping.  “Can you see how it goes on forever?  Deeper and deeper without end?”  She continued.

‘It’s kind of…fascinating.’ The eight year old decided as he nodded automatically. ‘It’s…so attractive…curious.”

“This is an important part of the process, so watch it closely and see if you can find an end to its depths.” The toy maker guided him down. “Can you see the end?”

Pilou’s brow furrowed cutely as he concentrated intently on the intricate patterns.  His gaze followed the lines around and down, only to have the flickering mirrors distract him from his search each time.

“Not…yet.”  He whimpered quietly.

“Keep looking,” the lioness encouraged, “and as you keep looking deeper into the spiral you must go deeper into it mustn’t you?  It only makes sense after all.”

The cub nodded slowly.  ‘I need to find it. Deeper is the end’ He found himself drifting in and out of awareness.  He didn’t notice missing some of her words until he came back mid-sentence.

“—ose yourself in the spiral.  Feel yourself floating aimlessly in it. No direction, no purpose, just floating.”  His temporary guardian chanted “I want you to visualise your will.  See it as a smoke inside you.”

The pup’s wide, blank eyes were riveted to the spiral now.  There was nothing but the spiral and the toy maker’s soft words.

“Now exhale the smoke.”  She commanded.  “Let it flow into the spiral, and watch it drift into the depths, away from you, and lost in the spiral.”

The little cub let go of the lungful of air he didn’t remember holding. Feeling his will leave him with it.  It was…

“Lost in the spiral just like you.”  The lioness completed the thought for him. “Drifting further and further, until it is gone from sight. Lost in the spiral forev—”

He lost awareness again.

“–ot a boy but a toy.” The chant had moved on when he came to.

He was naked now, sitting in the centre of the circle.  His clothes were gone.

“You are not a boy but a toy.”  The mantra was repeated.  It was Pilou’s world “You are not a boy but a toy. You are a toy, a possession, someone’s property.”

“No…boy…a toy.” The empty cub slurred obediently. His hard little two inches bobbed freely before him.

“Toys are about pleasure.”  The toy maker insisted.  “Feel pleasure. Give pleasure.  Feel pleasure in giving pleasure.  Giving pleasure feels pleasant.”

The confusing combinations soaked into Pilou’s vulnerable mind.

“You are a special toy.”  The voice explained.  “You have strings like a puppet, and any part of you I attach a string to will follow my direction.  Just like a puppet would.  You will follow the tugs like a good toy.”

“Puppet…” The toy smiled dumbly in pleasure.  “…Good toy.”

The toy maker pinched her thumb and index finger together.  She touched Pilou’s right wrist making the motion of hooking a string to it. Then she tugged at the invisible thread.  Pilou’s right arm jerked up.

She repeated the process with his left wrist.  It moved with the motions of it’s ‘string’ just as the right had.  Pilou’s tail, legs and head quickly followed, until the pup was nothing more than the puppet the lioness had described.  His head just as empty of thought as the real thing.

The pup’s penis was next.  Even in trance he moaned as the string was hooked and his cock started to dance and pulse to the puppeteer’s wont.

The toy maker smiled, and took the ‘strings’ controlling the young wolf’s right paw and cock.  She lifted the paw until it was at eye level and directly in front of the cub.  Then she guided the two together.

Pilou groaned as she started tug the ‘string’ controlling his paw up and down.  Masturbating him by proxy.  Filling the helpless cub with sensations he had never known before.

“You are a special toy.”  She reiterated.  “You are like a plushy. You always smile, you like hugging, you are endlessly affectionate.”

Pilou moaned as his cock throbbed in his grip.  His blank expression eased a little bit as the toy maker started to refill his head.  Teaching the new toy how he should think and feel.

“Plushie.”  The cub gasped out in between moans.

"You are a special toy."  She said again.  “You are like a talking doll. When the right events occur the doll says a phrase.  For the doll this is when their string is pulled.  For you it is when the prize giver points to you.”

“Like…a doll.”  The pup agreed.

“You have three phrases: ‘Please take me home with you’, ‘Please pick me I’m really snugly’ and ‘Please give me a warm home with lots of cuddles’.”  The lioness reprogrammed the cub mercilessly as she had so many before him.  “Imagine the prize giver is pointing to you now, what do you do?”

“Please take me home with you!”  Pilou begged eagerly.

“Good toy.”  The toy maker praised as she kept up the cubs self-reinforcing stoking. “Toys are about pleasure.  You feel pleasure as you give it.  Anything toyish feels good, and fills you with joy. Being toyish gives you purpose.  Now imagine the prize giver is pointing to you again.”

“Please pick me up I’m really snuggly!”  The pup pleaded.

“That’s right and as you act like a toy you feel pleasure.  You give pleasure.  Give pleasure to yourself toy.”  The toy maker pressed the ideas home. “ You have always been a toy.  Always been a teddy bear. No parents, no home, no past that wasn’t exactly like the present.

“Your name is—" She hesitated for the first time.  “No.  Pilou is the prefect name.  You are Pilou the teddy bear.”

She started jerking the ‘string’ faster “Who are you?”

“Piiilouuuu…the…teeeddyyy…bear!”

“What are you?”

“A…toy!”

“Then accept the truth and pleasure of being a toy and cum!”

The toy maker jerked the ‘string’ extra hard.  Practised at bringing inexperienced toys to climax.  Pilou’s hips flew upwards instinctively. His small frame spasmed as the first orgasm of his life washed over him. His cock throbbed as it tried to expel the cream his balls couldn’t produce.

The cub-turned-toy yelled out before falling backwards.  He lay limp and exhausted in the circle of half-melted candles.  The toy maker just smiled—satisfied with her latest work.

She fetched several items from a cupboard, and knelt beside the prone boy. First she rearranged the sleeping cub so he was on his back.  Then she powdered the lad, front and rear, taking her time.  The toy maker only had a brief period with each of her products, and this was her favourite bit—she savoured the rubbing before quickly and expertly diapered the boy.

The lioness held a scrap of grey fabric ‘fur’ to Pilou’s side. Then another, and another.  Looking for the right colour.  Finally she settles on a swath, and fetches a teddy bear suit from the cupboards.

Pilou is quickly transformed.  A hood goes over his head, hiding his short black hair and replacing his pointy wolf ears with round ones. A pair of tight shorts conceal his white diaper.  The smooth front making him look like a genderless ted.  Socks and mittens turn his canine paws into their ursine equivalents.

When the toy maker is finished the pup-in-the-teddy-suit looks adorable, innocent and alluring.  She stands back and admires her handy work. Apart from the tail the eight-year-old now looked like a small grey bear cub.

“Wake up Pilou.” She commanded.

The teddy blinked and yawned obediently.  Slowly coming back to the land of the living.

“Did you sleep well Pilou?”

The bear nodded slowly.  ‘What happened?  I was— Then I—’.  He tried to gather his scattered thoughts.

The toy maker smiled at his confused expression.  “Well it’s time to get you onto the prize shelf like a good teddy, huh?”

Pilou nodded more eagerly this time. ‘I’m a teddy bear. I want to be cuddled.’ The urgent toyish thought shattered his attempts to remember.

“Maybe someone will win you tonight and take you home,” the lioness commented as she hefted the teddy boy into her arms and left the caravan, “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You think that could happen?”  Pilou looked hopeful. “I’d really, really love that!”

In just a few hours the fair has changed.  The alterations are small but significant.  There are fewer fairgoers, and they are mostly affluent-looking men where before there were families.  The prices have gone up too.  Some of the stalls which Pilou remembered as being a quarter to play are now over two thousand times as expensive.

“I am sure you will be won soon Pilou.” The toy maker reassured him as they approached the prize stall.  “Everyone will want you.  They will play over and over until they get you.  I am sure of it.”

Pilou just beamed happily.  Then he was handed over to the prize giver, and put on a shelf.  The toy giver pointed at him.

‘Please give me a warm home with lots of cuddles.’ Pilou the Teddy Bear called out for the benefit of all the passing visitors.