Oliver giggled as he taunted the vicious dog next door with a squeaker. The hound mix lunged and pulled on his chain to no avail, desperate to get at the brown skunk tormenting him. 
"Sorry buddy," Oliver sneered as he pocketed the squeaker in his jeans. He stuck out his tongue at the big dog - which he'd normally be afraid of, but on the chain and behind the fence he felt no fear confronting. To Oliver it was cathartic to face the big mutt named Grey and torment him when the neighbors were out under the guise of dogsitting. For Grey, it was cruel and unecessary. The dog gnawed at the side of his doghouse anxiously as Oliver strode back inside the house to get some water. 
	While pouring a glass, Oliver noticed his fur was starting to grow odd black patches. Probably from all the dirt outside, he guessed. He drank a glass and suddenly felt the need to pee, and hopped awkwardly to the restroom. When he pulled down his shorts, a horrific realization hit him. There was nothing there. His fluffy tan fur no longer hid his tiny pink dick - the fur wasn't even tan, it had turned dark brown. As he grabbed at the smooth place his dick should've been, the fur turned black. He let out a surprised noise, but all that came out of his mouth was a squeak eerily similar to the dog toy he'd been using earlier. 
He looked at his hands and saw the fingers had disappeared, leaving a solid fluffy black mass of fur. He let out another panicked squeak and stumbled out of the restroom, trying to reach the phone in the next room. It became much harder as his toes fused in the same way, making his legs rounded useless nubs. He managed to tumble into the dresser with the home phone on it, but couldn't help but notice it was MUCH higher up than he remembered. He knocked the phone off the hook and squeaked loudly into the empty buzz on the other end. Soon, his squeaks became quiter. After an hour or so, he couldn't make any noise at all. But he could still hear Grey's little whines from outside - and eventually, the sound of the family's minivan pulling in as the living room got dark. 
	

	The kids rushed off to bed as soon as entering the house, and the parents milled about in the living room. 
"Do you think Oliver went home early?" The dad mumbled in an irritated voice.
"Probably," the mother said. "He's been so flaky lately. We'll just cut his pay by the hours he skipped." They walked around the house a bit before the dad finally laid eyes on Oliver - or at least, whatever Oliver was now. He gave the plush a little kick, which caused the squeaker inside Oliver to let out a halfhearted noise. 
"Why's the phone off the hook? What's the dog's toy doing here? Jacob!" he yelled upstairs. One of the kids - a bright little blue tiger - scratched his head seeing the scene, but obeyed his father's orders to put the phone back. And to give Grey his toy. Oliver tried to scream, but nothing came out. The kid grabbed him roughly, causing a higher pitched squeak, then threw him out the back door. Grey's bulky frame slowly appeared from his doghouse. The kid ran back inside and the lights went out in the house. Oliver felt fear that surpassed his traumatic dog attack as a child. He was about to become a toy in every sense of the word. So why did he feel a weird rush of excitement?

	Grey strode with a purpose towards the skunk toy. He stopped for a moment to sniff Oliver and let out a low growl. [i]Do I still smell like....me?[/i] Oliver internally panicked. [i]I'm sorry[/i], he wanted to say to the dog that was much more massive than usual. [i]I didn't mean it. Don't hurt me.[/i] The dog raised his huge paw and unceremoniously slammed it into Oliver's face. Oliver braced for the pain, but when he looked up, he could only see darkness and smell corn chips. It didn't hurt. He still felt [i]something[/i], like when a doctor numbed an area before operating on it. There was still feeling, but it wasn't pain. He felt like he was being smothered by the huge paw. Then he felt something warm and wet wrap around his leg, quickly followed by something sharp and solid digging into it. His squeaker protested loudly to the first bite, which only seemed to egg on Grey. The dog shoved Oliver's face even harder into the dirt while pulling hard at Oliver's leg with his teeth. 
[i]Oh my god,[/i] Oliver thought. He could feel seams popping. It was like going to a chiropractor. That was followed by ripping. Every thread being torn was muscle fiber, every seam a joint, and the soft faux fur skin didn't put up any resistence to Grey's teeth. It still didn't hurt. Honestly, it felt weirdly good. The dog's warm drool soaked into Oliver's flesh, making him reek of dog breath. He could taste it and feel it spread through his limbs. Grey repositioned his bites which made it easier for Oliver to see what was happening to his new body. 

	Oliver's leg was mostly detatched, hanging on by one or two threads. Stuffing was floating down from the open "wound" and resting by Oliver's head. The dog went in again for a bite, but this time it was aimed between Oliver's legs. He seemed intent on ripping Oliver a new one, so to speak. [i]That's it,[/i] Oliver thought, [i]good boy[/i]. He tried to snap out of it. No, this was bad. He was a toy now -
God, yes. A toy. Toys like being played with. Oliver tried to shake his brain out of the weird passive state, but his eyes slowly focused on something he couldn't see before. 
As bits of stuffing and fur fell before him, he saw between the unfixed dog's legs. Grey was excited. Visibly excited. The dog's pink tip was just barely poking out of its sheath. If Oliver could drool, he would have. [i]I'm making him this excited[/i], he thought. [i]It's because I'm a good toy[/i]. He heard a final seam popping and felt a cold wet nose shove deeply inside of him, which, under any other circumstance, would've made him cum instantly. Toys, of course, couldn't cum. 

	Grey sat back and grabbed Oliver with both front paws. The excited dog then pulled Oliver's limp body onto the tip of his cock, aiming for the hole he'd just torn open. Oliver squeaked pleasantly as the dick went in with surprising ease. Almost like Grey had done this before with other toys. Oliver was just the newest cocksleeve for him. The dick tore threads and popped seams as it shoved ruthlessly into Oliver. All Oliver could do was squeak as each thrust shoved against the plastic squeaker in his chest. Warm precum mixed with the drool that already soaked him from the inside, and Oliver's brain was fucked into complete mush. He couldn't think beyond the huge cock tearing him apart from the inside, claiming the cute little plush as viciously as possible. Stuffing fell in awkward clumps every time the cock pulled out a bit, but then was immediately shoved back in by the next thrust. The jackhammer movements of the cock overwhelmed any other sensation. It was just a cocksleeve being used for the right purpose, to be disposed of after. 
	At some point during the ruthless fuck, Oliver became aware that an even thicker part of the cock - the knot - was pressing on his few remaining seams. All he could think was how good it would feel to have them burst. Grey must've read his mind. The dog made a few frantic thrusts and grunted. Thick white cum soaked and dripped out of the cute squeaky plush and the last few seams along Oliver's hips and thighs finally burst as the knot forced its way in. Grey, panting, stopped thrusting and straightened up with Oliver hanging off his cock like a fuzzy cockring. The tip of the dog's cock was lodged firmly in Oliver's head and cum dripped from every new hole on Oliver's body. Grey lifted his leg and sniffed the still-attached plushie, gently licking his own cum off his toy. The dog finally sat back and stayed tied with his new friend until his dick had shrunk enough to pull out. Of course, he didn't bother being gentle, and grabbed Oliver's face with his teeth before jerking the plushie away. There wasn't much thought left in Oliver's head, but before the dog ripped it off his conquered toy, he couldn't help but wish he'd been a slightly more durable model. 


	Oliver woke up late in the afternoon on his neighbor's couch, and imemdiately sat bolt upright and looked at his hands. Normal skunk hands. He looked over himself - normal, aside from the puddle of cum he'd gotten on his shorts while sleeping. He looked around and saw the skunk plush from earlier on the kitchen counter. Slowly, the realization of the dream dawned on him - as did another, more peverse thought. He was going to have to do a lot of dogsitting to make up for the much more entertaining ideas his dream had given him.