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We continue where Joey left off, and \"Stray\" takes up. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Not someone new! We continue where Joey left off, and "Stray" takes up. ", "writing": "\n[b][STRAY][/b]\n\n\nWhen Warrant's father came back after filing the - amended - paperwork with the State, he was glad to find Stray and Warrant cuddling in Warrant's doghouse. It was very cute. Dumb, but cute. He woke the boys with a gentle nudging of his footpaw. \"Hey! You two are morons. Stray could've unhitched you, Warrant. He has thumbs...[i]and[/i] the back door was unlocked! You two could've gone inside and slept on a [i]bed[/i]! Now, at least one of you is gonna get fleas, and if that happens, I'm shaving you [i]both[/i] bald.\"\n\nWarrant got to his paws quickly, his tail wagging, \"Yeah, but I didn't think about it! And Stray's pretty jetlagged and tired from all the [i]sex[/i] we had!\"\n\nHis father rolled his eyes, \"I was gone maybe an hour, neither of you smell of sex, and I know for a fact that you can't get the drive up to mount [i]anything[/i] right now. Nice try, cub.\"\n\nStray was indeed jetlagged, and all the stress Warrant's test had put him through, but that wasn't why he remained lying curled up on the ground. He was enjoying the underside view of his mate's swaying balls. Warrant's balls were mostly black fur, with a few streaks of the reddish fur that covered his paws and throat. They weren't entirely fur-covered, either, revealing Warrant's chestnut-colored skin. Watching them sway back and forth in reaction to the Feral's tail wagging was mesmerizing. \n\nMr. Hawles nudged Stray with his footpaw, \"C'mon, kid. If you don't get up and come have dinner, you're not getting fed again 'till morning.\"\n\nGroaning, Stray got up, and stood still while Mr. Hawles brushed off the grass clinging to his side. He had an erection, and yipped with embarrassment when the adult wrapped his rough paw around the pet's maleness, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb pad over the sensitive head. Warrant nosed his way between his father and Stray, getting in a few licks of his own on Stray's penis. Stray was embarrassed, but didn't either speak or move away in protest. He knew his place.\n\nThe two Dogs stopped teasing him well before the pleasure of their touches could get him off. He whined, which made his Owner laugh, \"Did Warrant teach you that already? He's going to be a bad influence, I can already tell. C'mon, boys, [i]heel[/i].\"\n\nBecause they couldn't share the same heel, Warrant ended up on his father's right, while Stray crawled along on the Dobermann's right. Stray was finding it quite tiring to crawl on all fours, but didn't complain. Mr. Hawles was kind enough to keep his pace slow enough for him to keep up, even though Warrant was eager for dinner and kept racing ahead to the door, then running back to walk at his father's heel impatiently. \n\nProbably on purpose to tease his son, Mr. Hawles put off opening the door for them, choosing instead to crouch down and pet Stray's back, praising him for being such a good boy. Stray leaned into the attention, but his own stomach [i]was[/i] rumbling. Chuckling, the adult stood and finally opened the door. Warrant rushed in past the other two, only stopping short when his father barked, \"Warrant! [i]Stay[/i]!\"\n\nThe young Dog whined, but obeyed his father, dropping to a sitting position on his haunches. \n\n\"Now, Stray, most of the time Warrant's Mam, or I, will be making dinner for all of us, so you won't have to Handle for Warrant at meals. But we'll teach you how to cook, so you can if we're both away. You see the low table, there? That's where we all have meals, together. Remember that, if you're not Handling for Warrant, you are to remain on all fours, okay? Now, go sit next to Warrant while I finish up your bowls.\"\n\nStray nodded and crawled around the low table to sit next to his increasingly impatient mate. As he sat, waiting much more patiently than Warrant, he looked around at his new home. The building itself was a single-story 'ranch' home, with two short wings off to either side - probably containing bedrooms and the like - flanking a central area that seemed to be the common spaces. The floors were all carpeted in the \nsame plush wool and there were several obvious stains that must've been from 'accidents' when Warrant was younger. The walls were painted a deep brown, with black accenting, which gave the whole house a sort of cozy, den-like feel. Anthros in general seemed to prefer natural light, so there was very little in the way of interior lighting. Since it was late evening, the only lights available were few and rather dim for Stray's eyes, it occurring to him that Anthros could see decently even in what to him was dim lighting. \n\nIn the common area, the spaces Stray would've called the 'living room', 'dining room', and 'kitchen' were not very distinct. Though the latter two rooms had a short wall dividing them from the living room. There were no doors in the house at all, other than those leading outside. Even the bathroom, which Stray could see down at the end of the west wing of the house, did not have its own door. Instead, there were merely archways. \n\nThe house had a certain musty scent to it in general, and there was a thicker, heavier musk that Stray realized was the restored estrus scent of Warrant's mother. Even for the formerly human boy, the scent was vaguely arousing. \n\nThere were many photos hanging on the walls, especially in b the living area - pictures of Warrant's father with his Army unit, pictures of a pair of greymuzzle Dobermanns - that Stray assumed were two of Warrant's grandparents, likely on his father's side - and pictures of a fluffier sort of Dobermann. This last, Stray got the impression was female, though the picture was only of her face. He nudged Warrant, pointing out the photo, \"Is that your mom?\"\n\n\"Mam,\" Warrant corrected, \"and yeah. She's a Beauceron, in case you can't tell. You know what that makes [i]me[/i]?\"\n\n\"What?\" Stray asked, almost [i]knowing[/i] that some sort of pun was coming. \n\n\"A [i]Deauceron[/i]!\" Warrant chortled, drawing a groan from both Stray and his father. \n\n\"You've been waiting [i]all day[/i] for that, haven't you?\" Stray groaned. Warrant nodded, grinning. \n\nHearing a quiet splashing from where Warrant's father was preparing their bowls, Stray looked over. The adult was partially crouched to get the right angle...and was urinating on the food in the two bowls, alternating between each until his bladder was emptied. Looking over at Warrant to see if this was usual, he saw the Feral's expression only a little disgruntled. \"You don't usually do dominance displays, Pas. What gives?\" He didn't seem repulsed by the prospect of eating the food his father had just pissed on, more simply annoyed.\n\n\"Well, it's going to take a while for Stray to get used to his new life, and his new position [i]in[/i] life. It'll make his transition easier if I don't coddle him, but instead remind him constantly that he is now permanently on the lowest rung of the pecking order. As for you, with finally someone below you in rank, I wanted to make sure you don't forget [i]your[/i] place, either,\" Mr. Hawles replied as he expertly carried the three bowls over and setting the two soiled meals in front of Stray and Warrant, who groaned but dug in without hesitation. The fact that his bowl was nearly half-filled with urine seemingly not bothering him at all. \n\nStray dug in as well. Judging by the unsoiled meal in Mr. Hawles' bowl, normally this dish consisted of little cubes of beef that were lightly coated in a nearly caramel-colored gravy. Stray found it quite tasty, the acrid taste of the Dog piss actually oddly complementary to the milder taste of the gravy. After the initial bite in which he realized this wouldn't be so bad, Stray ate as shamelessly and sloppily as Warrant. Mr. Hawles had probably planned this meal knowing it wouldn't be inedible.\n\nWhen the last chunk of meat was gone, Stray didn't hesitate to slurp up the pool of more-piss-than-gravy at the bottom of the bowl. Feeling both completely degraded, but also oddly satisfied with the meal. He finished just after Warrant, who had also lapped his bowl clean. Mr. Hawles, meanwhile, had eaten with much more dignity than his son or pet, delicately choosing pieces with his chopsticks, clearly savoring the taste... and maybe mocking the boys just a little. \n\nWhile his father was finishing up, Warrant asked a question, \"So, Pas...can I go undosed tomorrow? I wanna actually be able to mate with Stray instead of being pent up but unable to get the urge to do anything about it. Please?\"\n\nMr. Hawles set the bowl down as he thought, licking idly at the chopsticks while he contemplated. Finally, he said, \"Sure. We have to head by the vet tomorrow anyways, both to renew [i]your[/i] shots and to get Stray his first shots and tags. I also want to get Stray started on Handler training. Stray, I'll be honest, the majority of the reason I went along with Warrant's idea was because if you passed his test, I'd have a 24/7 Handler for Warrant that I wouldn't have to pay an ear and a tail for. Speaking of Handlers, by the way - Warrant, the Skirmish boys have been wanting to have you join them for P/T again. They say having you there is a [i]real ego boost[/i] - pushes them to work harder and get more out of the exercises. While we males are out, your mam is planning on taking a day off from work to air out the Den and take a bit of rest after working all through her Heat.\"\n\n\"Where [i]is[/i] Mam, anyways? She's usually home for dinner.\"\n\n\"Her team discovered a major bug in the code for the new full-dive rigs Fleur d'Or is coming out with next week. They're apparently pulling their fur out up there, trying to fix it before release day. She told me that, except for tomorrow, she might be working late all week, unless they get it fixed sooner.\"\n\nWarrant was both disappointed and excited, \"Aww! I wanted her to meet Stray! But it's so sweet that F-d-O is coming out with a new full rig! Do you think her team will let me an' Stray try a couple out?\"\n\nThe Dog shook his head, \"Stray can't come with you into Fleur d'Or until he's been certified as a Handler, since first and foremost, he's a pet.\"\n\n\"Aren't [i]I[/i] a pet?\" Warrant asked. \n\n\"Technically, but your Mam's boss decides to lean into the fact that you're also her [i]cub[/i]. Stray is very obviously not related.\"\n\nWarrant sighed and nosed Stray's cheek, \"Pass your Handler certs quick, you hear! Mam gets to play with all the best stuff, at her job! I don't want you to miss out.\"\n\nStray turned his head and licked at Warrant's nose, \"I'll try, Master.\"\n\nWarrant kissed him, then, pressing his muzzle to the boy's lips and v invading his mouth with his tongue. Stray eagerly returned the favor, and soon allowed Warrant to shove him onto his back, now kissing him from above. Mr. Hawles chuckled and cleared the table of the bowls. \n\nStray made out with Warrant for a short while, enjoying Warrant's dominant position above his supine body. It was moments like this that Stray knew were going to be the highlight of his new life. The humiliation and shame at his new position would fade in time, he knew...but having a Feral Dog as his owner and mate would never, ever get boring.\n\nSuddenly, Warrant broke the kiss, his whole body at 'attention', with his tail rapidly wagging, \"I've got a great idea! We can finally play some of Pas' old-school console games!\"\n\n\"Old-school!?\" Mr. Hawles barked offendedly from the kitchen where he was washing the dishes. \n\nSitting back up and hugging Warrant, Stray asked, \"Shouldn't I be doing that for you, Master?\"\n\nThe adult shook his head and waved the question off, \"[i]This[/i] doesn't count as Handler stuff, Stray. You're fine. And sure - you know where it's stored at, right, Warrant? Just be careful with it - it's sixty five years old, and the games aren't much newer! If you damage it or the discs, you're [i]both[/i] getting a spanking you'll never forget!\"\n\nThey both agreed to be extremely careful, and headed into the east wing of the house. This side of the house held Warrant's mother's room, directly across the hall from his father's. Wondering where he'd be sleeping, Stray asked Warrant where [i]his[/i] room was at. The Feral shrugged, or approximated it anyways, \"[i]We[/i] sleep wherever's comfortable. I sleep with Pas most nights, but I figure Pas is gonna make you sleep on the floor until you're used to your position. Tonight, I'll sleep with you.\"\n\n\"So, why do they have separate rooms?\"\n\n\"Tradition. Canid females get the 'master bedroom', 'cause the den belongs to them. If Pas wants to get lucky when Mam is out of season, he has to go begging for it. Males aren't allowed in a female's room unless invited - and that includes you, too!\"\n\nStray nodded obediently, \"OK. So where's this console?\"\n\n\"In Pas' room, on a shelf in the closet. You'll have to stand to reach it.\"\n\nAfter being on all fours for so long, Stray's legs didn't seem to work right at first, and he had to lean against the wall for a few moments to get them working. Then, he quickly retrieved the jet-black boxy thing, and the boy's of its accessories from the shelf, stacking one atop the other and carrying them back out into the living room.\n\nThey sat in front of the TV - Warrant on his haunches and Stray cross-legged as he needed his hands for the task - and Warrant instructed his pet in how to set up the console. \"A work-friend of Mam's is this, like, huge retro nerd. She knew Pas likes old stuff, too, and fixed this up for him, and gave us these games for it. Usually, I only get to watch him and Mam playing on it occasionally.\"\n\nOnce it was set up, the boys spent an enjoyable hour playing old games, with Stray dying the actual controlling, but Warrant making all the decisions. They got through the first several levels until Stray started to feel a telltale pressure in his abdomen. He'd been getting used to being nude, but he was still highly embarrassed about his bodily functions. He didn't have to mention his need, though, as Mr. Hawles spoke up, \"OK, boys. It's late, and I'm sure Stray could use some sleep. Shut it down, then I'll let you boys out back to go potty before bed.\"\n\n\"Hey, Pas, can me and Stray sleep outside tonight? It's not bad out, and the grass is weirdly comfortable,\" Warrant asked, while Stray shut off the console and TV.\n\n\"Sure. I'll leave the door unlocked so you guys can come in if it starts raining overnight. Now, c'mon.\"\n\nStray followed his Owner on all fours, dreading having to once again relieve himself outside. Worse than doing it in front of the girl, [i]Warrant[/i] would be watching him do it. It was a small comfort that the Feral would be doing his business as well.\n\nWhen they returned to the backyard, Warrant's father stopped Stray, showing him the baggie dispenser attached to one of the trash cans, \"Since it's night, you don't [i]need[/i] to, but in the morning and throughout the day, I expect you to clean up after yourself and Warrant. Put a bag over your hand, use it to pick up the shit, tie it off, and put it in the trash. \n\nStray had known this would be part of being Warrant's Handler. He did have one question, though, \"If I may ask, Master, why didn't you do that back at the airport? Or make me do it?\"\n\nThe Dog grinned toothily, \"Because that girl irritated me, humiliating you like that.\"\n\nStray smiled back and rubbed his cheek against Mr. Hawles' pants leg. The Dog bent over and patted his head. \"Go do your business, Stray. Both of you, sleep well!\" He then headed back inside. \n\nThe boy crawled out into the yard, thankful that - this time, at least - he had the cover of night. Warrant came over to him, grinning mischievously, \"I wanna watch you do it!\"\n\nStray blushed, \"Don't you have your own business to do, Master?\"\n\n\"I can wait a bit. But my nose tells me [i]you[/i] can't. I wanna watch. I \nknow you get off on being humiliated, and [i]this[/i] has to be the most humiliating thing, for you, so do it!\"\n\nStray hung his head, \"Yes, Master.\" Warrant was right, he [i]was[/i] secretly enjoying the humiliating aspects of his new life, especially with the reminder from Warrant that the Feral wasn't doing this to be cruel, but mostly because he knew Stray liked it. He gathered himself into a squat, and began emptying himself. \n\nIt was somewhat easier this time, even with Warrant's gaze on him. Maybe it was the lube Mr. Hawles had put in him in preparation for Warrant's 'rape'. Finding it awkward but not difficult to talk during his 'task', Stray mentioned this to his mate, who literally fell to the ground, laughing, \"Oh my Dog! He [i]lubed[/i] you!? No wonder you were so terrified! That's a good way to sell the ruse, I guess.\"\n\nFinishing up and crawling awkwardly away from his 'product', Stray asked, \"If you weren't dosed, would you really have...?\"\n\n\"If I'd still had my morning dose, but not my afternoon one, no. We'd have [i]mated[/i], but I'd still retain enough control not to...use you, like that. But with Mam's estrus still stinking up the place...if I were undosed for the whole day, I really would have just raped you. Over and over, until it killed you, and then I'd have fucked your corpse some more until I passed out. Pas...Pas took me to a kennel in Missouri just after I first hit puberty, and made me watch this Feral Wolf rape another Feral to death after having his nose smeared in lupine estrous scent. After the first hit off the scent, he'd been aroused, but...by around the three hour mark he was chasing this poor Dog around the cage they were in. When he finally caught up...it was brutal. He fucked the Dog seventeen times in a row before the poor thing gave up the ghost, and six times after that to the body before he passed out. The whole thing was this effort - by humans, of course - to try to get people to neuter their Ferals. Pas used it as a vivid example of why he would be giving me my pills when Mam or another Bitch is in Heat.\"\n\nStray gulped, \"Is that what you're gonna be doing to me, tomorrow?\"\n\nSquatting, himself, to empty his own bowels, Warrant shook his head, \"Mam's Heat ended yesterday, which is why she's gonna be airing out the Den...and you and I will be out for most of the day, so I'll be fine. I [i]am[/I] fucking you, though. You can't say no anymore, and...Stray, I love you, but I'm not going to say that I won't make use of what's mine.\"\n\nNodding, Stray went quiet. He watched Warrant shit, almost envying him for how casually he did so. He awkwardly asked, \"How am I supposed to...ah... clean myself?\"\n\n\"You're not. Having control over your own grooming gives you dignity,\" the Dog replied, finishing up and moving back over to stand next to Stray, moving so his butt was in the boy's face, with his tail straight up, \"But you can groom [i]me[/i]... with your tongue.\"\n\nThis was an act of submission, and Stray knew it would cement his position as far as Warrant was concerned. Yes, they'd be mates, but Stray was not in charge of the relationship in any way. He was Warrant's bitch.\n\nHe crawled a pace closer, and started cleaning the remaining filth from Warrant's hole with his tongue. He was as thorough as he could be, allowing the taste on his tongue to remind him of his place. When he finished and started backing away, Warrant suddenly whirled around and jumped up on top of Stray's back, his large, furry sheath pointed right at Stray's face, \"Put your lips over your teeth and then take the tip into your mouth, Stray.\"\n\nStray knew what was coming, and didn't even [i]want[/i] to fight it. He did as instructed, tasting his mate's cock for the first time. He heard Warrant grunt, and then suddenly a strong stream of hot piss was flooding Stray's mouth. Though surprised, having thought Warrant was going to hump his face, he didn't hesitate to begin drinking the urine. Warrant's piss wasn't mixed with anything that helped the taste, and was extremely bitter and foul, but Stray dutifully drank it down, swallowing rapidly to keep up. It would've bothered 'Joey', but didn't bother Stray at all, knowing that from now on, Warrant would very seldom be pissing anywhere else. \n\nWhen his bladder was empty, Warrant hopped off, and waited for Stray to stop coughing and gagging from the taste. \"You'll get used to it,\" he said, and Stray knew he was right. The last bit of 'human' to him died, then. He was fully Warrant's, and didn't want to return to being human ever again. \n\nThey headed to another part of the yard and laid down together, quickly falling asleep. Stray had thought this part would be hard, knowing part of what the next day would bring, but the lingering taste of Warrant's piss on his tongue reminded him - 'Joey' was gone. He was Stray, now. And Stray loved his life. \n\n\n\nStray woke to Warrant urgently licking his face. It was very light out, the sun having not yet fully risen over the horizon. \"C'mon! Get up! I've had to pee for, like, an hour, and Pas will be really pleased with you if the yard's cleaned up before he gets up - which is soon! C'mon, Stray!\"\n\nBlearily, Stray sat up, obediently getting into position as Warrant hopped up onto his front. Unlike the previous night, Warrant told him to just put his lips to the tip of his sheath, \"...The pills are worn off, and if I feel your lips at the head of my cock, I'll end up facefucking you, and I wanna save that for your ass.\"\n\nStray enjoyed drinking Warrant's piss a lot more than he had the previous night. The mere act was incredibly submissive, but that was Stray's place, here, and he loved it. When he was done using Stray's mouth as a urinal, Warrant hopped off and backed up so they were face-to-face, \"Clean up the yard, and then I'm going to fuck you.\"\n\nStray nodded mutely. He shook as he got to his feet and walked over to the trash cans, and took two baggies from the dispenser. He head to pee, himself, and didn't think twice about just releasing his bladder where he stood, shaking as he tried to ready himself for what was going to happen. He did his job, using the baggies to pick his own and Warrant's shit out of the grass. He had barely finished tying off the second bag when he felt Warrant's weight shove against his lower back, knocking him to all fours. \n\nHis master was on his back in a flash, already humping against Stray's ass. Stray had shit out the lube Warrant's father had put in him the previous day, so he knew this mating would be rough. He didn't budge or \nprotest, but instead reached behind himself and lined Warrant's questing penis up with his own asshole. He did scream during the initial penetration. It hurt! But by this point, Warrant's front paws were firmly around his waist, and the boy was small and weak. Bringing his other hand back underneath himself, all Stray could do was stand there and take it, at Warrant's hips jackhammered his cock into Stray's ass.\n\nDogs don't usually penetrate when erect, instead growing [i]to[/i] their full size after penetration has been achieved, and Stray learned this firsthand. The initial thrust had hurt, the next few weren't so bad, but he could already feel Warrant's cock getting bigger inside him with each thrust. It wasn't long before Stray had nearly ten inches of Dog cock rammed in him, though thankfully Warrant was only moving it in and out over a few inches as he brutally took away the last of the former human's dignity. Stray didn't care about that, anymore. The possessive thrusting into his bowels was starting to feel very good, each stroke grinding Warrant's cock against Stray's prostate and sending waves of pleasure through him.\n\nWarrant was growling in his ear, saying things for Stray alone. Despite what someone observing their savage rutting might've expected, the Dog wasn't being degrading by any means. \"I love you, Stray. Oh, Dog, you feel so good around my cock! Ahh, fuck! Ohh! You're doing so well, pupper! I know it hurts a little, just bear it out for me! You're such a good boy! Very good boy! I love you!\"\n\nThe words, plus the growing pleasure from his prostate, helped Stray shed any remaining reluctance he had for the act. He started thrusting himself onto Warrant's cock, which only helped the Dog's knot begin to work its way into him. \n\nA door opened, and though Warrant ignored it, Stray's head jerked up, locking eyes with the next door neighbor's son - a human boy of about ten - who was taking the trash out to the cans. The boy's eyes widened as he took in the scene - a boy barely older than himself, getting brutally fucked by the neighbor's Feral son. Stray didn't hide anything anymore, and after meeting the boy's eyes briefly, he resumed wantonly trying to get Warrant's knot into himself. He didn't even feel ashamed. Shame was for humans - he was an animal. \n\nThe boy slowly took the garbage bag he was holding over to the trash cans by the fence, which were directly opposite the cans on Warrant's side. He threw the bag into the can, not once taking his eyes off the savage rutting taking place before him. He had one hand down the front of his pajamas, and Stray knew he was fondling himself. \n\nWhen Warrant's knot slammed into him finally, it made Stray's vision go white with pain. But the pain quickly subsided as Stray came, the sensation of Warrant's huge knot jammed in him, as well as the heavy spurts of cum the Dog was now unleashing into his bowels, sending the pet boy over the edge.\n\nWarrant laid on Stray's back for a minute, panting and moaning softly. He soon slipped off, however, stepping over his cock so he and Stray were ass-to-ass. Looking over at the boy next door, he casually said, \"Hey, Tommy.\"\n\n\"H-h-hey, Warrant,\" the boy stammered, \"Can I come over?\"\n\nWarrant chuckled and started walking towards the fence. Since his knot was still at its fullest and still firmly inside Stray, Stray was forced to crawl backwards to follow. As he walked, Warrant replied to his neighbor, \"Not today. Pas, Stray, and I are heading to the vet, first thing. I need to renew my tags, and we need to get [i]Stray[/i] his tags. And then it's P/T day for the Skirmish Dogs, and Stray's gonna start his Handler training.\"\n\nWhen they reached the fence, Warrant angled them so their sides were right up against it, \"But you can say hi to Stray - he's my new pet-slash-Handler. Stray, this is Tommy - he's the one that put this notch in my ear last year.\"\n\nThough he'd thought he'd lost all sense of shame last night, when Warrant first peed in his mouth...to stand on all fours, with Warrant's cock pulsing thick jets of cum into his ass, Stray felt utterly humiliated to be forced to talk to the boy. All he managed was a quick \"Hi.\"\n\nThe boy was still fondling himself, but quickly accepted that Stray was not human. \"Hi, Stray. Can I pet you? Warrant sometimes lets me pet [i]him[/i] if I ask really nicely.\"\n\nStray did [i]not[/i] want to let the boy touch him while he was knotted with Warrant, but...the kid held no malice in his tone. He'd almost instantly accepted that Stray was a pet, but didn't seem to think badly of him for his status. To Tommy, it was just a fact. It was still hard to get the words out as he replied, though, \"Not...not while we're tied, Tommy. But when Warrant is done breeding me, you can.\"\n\n\"Okay. Is he spunking in you?\"\n\nStray blushed, and told the boy that that was indeed the case. The boy seemed to realize how awkward it was to be chatting with a couple in the middle of sex, so he said, \"I'll see you later then, Warrant! Nice meeting you, Stray!\" Warrant and Stray made polite replies as the boy dashed back into his house. \n\nOnce the kid was gone, Warrant said, \"You are [i]such[/i] a good boy! I'm sorry if it hurt. I didn't want this to be rough on you, but...I couldn't help myself. You're [i]mine[/i] and that thought drives me wild. You know I love you, and I mean that, right?\"\n\n\"I love you, too, Warrant. It [i]did[/i] hurt, at first, but I guess that's just because I've never done it before. It'll get better with practice, I bet. I know my butt's gonna be sore, though. And, don't worry about me, Warrant. Master. Like you said - I'm yours, and it drives [i]me[/i] wild, too.\"\n\nThey stood like that near the fence for a while. Warrant quickly went quiet, the height of his orgasm making him essentially catatonic, and Stray just stood and gasped with each new spurt of Canine semen into his bowels. \n\nWhen Warrant's father woke up, he came out back to check on them. When he saw his son and Stray - very obviously knotted - he hurried over and crouched by Stray's head, stroking his face and praising him. He asked, \"Are you alright, Stray? It doesn't feel like he's...punctured anything internally?\"\n\nIt having not even crossed Stray's mind that that was a thing that could happen, his eyes widened as he mutely shook his head. The adult sighed with relief. \"That's good. How're you handling it?\"\n\n\"It hurt at first, but then felt really, amazingly good. Earlier, it was really great, feeling him...um...spurting. He's still spurting, actually, but it's starting to get uncomfortable,\" Stray reported honestly. Mr. Hawles was his official Owner, so he had a right to know these things, Stray figured. \n\n\"Too much pressure? Fart, Stray. It'll let off some of the pressure, trust me,\" his Owner advised, and despite how gross the noise was when Stray obeyed, he and Mr. Hawles couldn't help giggling at it. They [i]were[/i] males, after all. \n\n\"Feel better?\" Mr. Hawles asked. \n\n\"Yes, Master,\" Stray replied.\n\nThe Dog laughed and ruffled his hair, \"I'm gonna sit out here with you two. Tell me when you feel him stop cumming. He'll try to pull out, and I know you're not ready for that kind of thing. I'll keep him in you until his knot really starts to go down.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Master.\"\n\nMr. Hawles moved so he was nearby their joined rumps, ready to stop Warrant from pulling out before it was safe. While they waited, he explained what was going to happen at the vet's, \"So, you're going to get your standard rabies vaccination. You don't have to get vaxed for distemper or any of the other Anthro-specific diseases, but I'll see about getting you the human equivalents. You'll get a full checkup, but that part won't be any different from a normal doctor's visit. I'm going to ask the vet about anything that you might need that I don't know about, and we'll get those done as soon as possible. Warrant is just getting all his shots updated, but of course I'll have him get a checkup as well.\"\n\nLooking behind himself at Warrant, Stray asked, \"Is he okay? He's just standing there, spunking in me.\"\n\n\"This is the first time he's gotten his rocks off since his mam went into Heat a week and a half ago. His orgasm was probably [i]spectacular[/i]. He'll be mostly catatonic until his knot comes out. How's that coming along, by the way?\"\n\nStray grunted, \"He's still going...but the spurts are...weaker?\"\n\n\"He's almost done, then. Now, look, even with me keeping him from pulling out early, this is gonna hurt. You're going to feel like your hole is just [i]gaping[/i] open, and it will be, a little. [i]Don't panic.[/i] I've seen enough people take their first knot to know you'll be fine, it'll just feel [i]really[/i] weird for a while. I'll help you onto your feet, and a little bit of walking around the yard will help.\"\n\nStray nodded, a bit alarmed by his words. His anus would be gaping? From the feel of the knot inside him, this wasn't too surprising, and Mr. Hawles seemed quite confident that he would be fine. \n\nHe and Warrant remained tied for another twenty minutes, during which Mr. Hawles petted Stray and chatted with him. Stray had a lot of questions, and his Owner was happy to oblige him with answers. His first was \"What's Heat like? For you, I mean, Master?\"\n\n\"It's hard to describe. The scent doesn't affect me nearly as strongly as it does Warrant. Do you know the phrase 'blue balls'? For [i]him[/i], estrus scent of his own Tribe instantly gets him like that, and it only builds the longer he's exposed to it. In a way, he's lucky - Ferals are only affected that way by their [i]Tribe[/i]. For Warrant, that means [i]only[/i] a female Dobermann or Beauceron can get him like that. For Anthros, we're affected by any Anthro female's estrus. Heh - an [i]Otter[/i] on her cycle can make me bone up. But other than making things awkward sometimes, it doesn't hurt or drive me mad - it just makes me a lot easier to arouse and more eager for sex.\"\n\n\"How often does it happen?\" Stray asked, trying to shift his weight and relieve some of the strain his knees were feeling. \n\n\"For most of the other Houses, once a year. Canid House has it a bit complicated. Most Dogs and Dingoes get Heat twice a year - usually sometime in the Spring and Fall. Other Dog Tribes get it four times - once per season, roughly. The rest of our House gets it only once a year like everyone else. Thankfully, my mate's Tribe is of the latter type. Now, contrary to what I hear you humans believe, Heat isn't the [i]only[/i] time an Anthro can get pregnant, it's just the...peak time. For humans, pregnancy is a lottery - you can try and fail as often as you like - but Anthros get at least one almost guaranteed success a year. That's why we're more numerous. We can plan on when to be making cubs.\"\n\n\"So, now that his mam's Heat is over, he'll be...less...uh...\"\n\nThe Dog snickered, \"Less of a rapist? Yeah. I suspect he'll still fuck you often, though. You should see the breeding toy we got him to help him satisfy his needs - let's just say he wore it out quickly. But for most of the year, at least he'll listen if you say you don't want to 'play'. I [i]am[/i] sorry you came to us at such a bad time.\"\n\n\"I...now that he's taken me once already, it's not as scary. I was terrified, yesterday. I mean, I'd wanted it, or thought I did...but surrendering control like that for real, and having no choice in it, was terrifying.\"\n\n\"For what it's worth, I think you were very brave to do it. And I guarantee you, you earned Warrant's devotion by doing it. A two-legger giving himself to a Feral unconditionally? A very, very rare thing,\" Mr. Hawles said, rubbing Stray's back. \n\n\"I think he's stopped spurting, Master. He's starting to tug at-- oh, God!\" Before Mr. Hawles could stop it, Warrant popped his knot free with a firm tug. Stray felt every inch of his mate's length as it slid out of him, ending with a gush of cum pouring out of the boy's hole. Mr. Hawles had been right, it felt like his asshole was gaping wide open, and Stray knew instinctively that it would never be the same again. He shivered and gasped, trying his best to stay 'standing' as Warrant's cum freely leaked \nfrom his hole. Mr. Hawles checked his anus, telling him there was surprisingly no bleeding, \"It looks like Canis blessed your mating. You ought to have bled a little - almost everyone does, their first time with a knot. But, you're fine, and having already had a near-full-size knot like that yanked out, next time, I won't have to worry about you. Sorry for not catching it on time, though, Stray.\"\n\n\"It's...fine, Master. I would've had to deal with it at some point. You said standing and walking might help it feel less...odd?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Here, let me help you up,\" his Owner had Stray wrap his arms around his shoulders and used his leverage to haul Stray to his feet. The boy felt his Feral Master's semen running out of him, trickling down his legs. He genuinely had to hold onto Mr. Hawles for support, because his legs kept wanting to give out. Glancing over at Warrant, he saw his mate doubled over, licking his cock clean and getting it back into his sheath. The size of it! Even having the ruler for scale, the picture he'd been sent - what already felt like [i]years[/i] ago - didn't do it justice. \"I had [i]that[/i] in me!? All the way?\"\n\n\"Balls deep,\" Mr. Hawles confirmed, sounding somewhat proud. Whether of his son or of Stray was not really the point. They heard a familiar door open, and Mr. Hawles greeted his neighbor's son, perhaps a bit coldly. Even if Warrant had forgiven the boy for notching his ear, his father clearly hadn't.\n\nFor the boy's part, he was equally polite with Mr. Hawles, his voice tinged strongly with respect and more than a bit of fear, \"Morning, Mr. Hawles! Can I come over and pet Stray? He said I could, once he and Warrant weren't...ah... joined, anymore.\" Considering the timing, the little brat had probably been eagerly watching from inside.\n\nWhen Mr. Hawles looked down at Stray to confirm this, Stray nodded. \"Alright, Tommy. But be nice! He's just been bred for the first time.\" \n\nWhile Tommy was eagerly making his way around to the gate, Mr. Hawles said to Stray, \"I'll take Warrant inside to start his breakfast, while I shower and get ready. Remember, you [i]don't[/i] have to obey Tommy like you do me or Warrant, but let him do whatever he wants unless it goes [i]very[/i] far, understand? I'm gonna let you back down, now. Don't worry about the baggies you dropped, you can grab them later.\"\n\nStray nodded, and let his Owner help him back down onto all fours. He tried to clench his asshole shut again so he wouldn't be leaking jizz in front of Tommy, but only had moderate success - he was definitely still leaking, but he could feel his sphincter was no longer so open. Warrant followed his father obediently when the older Dog called him to [i]Heel[/i], and soon Stray was alone in the yard, though not for very long. \n\nTommy would have been only slightly taller than Stray if they'd both been standing upright, which only made the social difference between the two human boys more stark. Stray was not allowed off his hands and knees unless he was Handling for Warrant. [i]He[/i] was a pet. Tommy was not. \n\nAs the boy approached, Stray felt strangely calm. He still felt tinges of embarrassment, but by now he'd started getting used to being naked around others. Tommy stopped a few feet away, staring at him for a long minute. Then, the boy ordered, \"Let me see your butt.\"\n\nStray turned himself around to face away from the younger boy, allowing him to view his very obviously recently-fucked hole. He heard Tommy approaching closer, then kneeling in grass directly behind him. \"Wow,\" the boy exclaimed, \"Warrant spunks a [i]lot[/i]! What was it like - getting humped, I mean?\"\n\n\"Intense. It hurt a lot at first, but it started to feel good later. When he was cumming, I could feel every spurt in me,\" Stray answered honestly. Since he was officially an animal, he didn't have to try and spare the kid knowledge of sex. Pets had sex in front of their owners' kids all the time. It was strangely liberating, actually. Stray was starting to see the benefits of his new status, not just the downsides.\n\n\"Wow! Hey, roll over.\"\n\nStray obediently rolled himself onto his back, and even spread his legs a little. Tommy didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing Stray's balls - not lightly, but not painfully either. He had a set of his own, after all, and knew how sensitive they could be. He sounded a bit jealous when he spoke next, still gently fondling Stray's nuts, \"I wish [i]my[/i] privates were this big. Actually, no, I wish my privates were as big as Warrant's!\" \n\nStray laughed, \"Tommy, I'm only two years older than you. I bet yours aren't that much smaller than mine.\"\n\n\"Age doesn't mean anything! Warrant's six years [i]younger[/i], and [i]he[/i] gets to have adult-sized parts? Stupid Ferals.\"\n\nThat was a surprise, \"Warrant's [i]four[/i]!?\"\n\nTommy nodded, grinning, \"You didn't know? How did my pas explain it? Ferals, like, do all of their physical growing by their first or second year, depending on Tribe. So, Warrant was [i]physically[/i] adult since he was two. Mentally, they grow much faster than humans, or even Anthros, at about three-or-four 'mental years' for every one of our years. So, mentally, Warrant's, like...fifteen? Ish?\"\n\n\"So do they have shorter lives?\" Stray asked, now worried.\n\nGetting bored with Stray's balls, Tommy moved to sit next to him and rub his belly, \"Shorter than an Anthro's, but longer than ours if they're not killed. The Dog who's Alpha of the Skirmish pack is, like, sixty-eight, I think.That's [i]real[/i] years, not mental years.\"\n\n\"So, are your parents military like Warrant's dad?\"\n\nTommy shook his head at first, but then shrugged, \"Kind of? My mam's the daughter of the Base Commander, and so he lets us stay here, even though he hates my pas' [i]guts[/i]. Like, it literally gets colder in any room with Surpas and Pas together in it. Surpas doesn't come by often.\"\n\nThe boy's use of what Stray had been thinking of a 'Anthro' terms - like mam and pas - was probably due to him having been born in an Anthro territory. He likely grew up with the words. Stray even learned a new one - Surpas, which he assumed from the context meant 'grandfather'. Curious, just so he'd bee using it right if it ever came up, he asked. \n\nTommy giggled, \"You're saying it weird! It shouldn't sound like 'sherpas'! It should be more like 'sore-pahz', but with only a [i]little[/i] hiss to the 's'. And don't drag out the 'z' sound at the end of 'pas' so much.\"\n\nStray practiced the words, and some others he'd heard, with Tommy correcting, until Mr. Hawles came back out. The boys didn't even hear him nearing, so he overheard what they were talking about. Tommy was saying, \"...I mean, you can [i]say[/i] it like 'mum', and Anthros will probably know what you mean, but it's supposed to be...gah! It's hard to explain the difference!\"\n\n\"You make the same movements you would for 'mum', but instead of an 'uh' sound, make an 'ah' sound,\" Mr. Hawles suggested, startling both of them, \"Don't draw it out, though. It's supposed to be short and clipped - mam.\"\n\nStray tried it, and got approval. Turning to Tommy, Mr. Hawles shooed him off, for now, \"You can teach Stray more Canid when we get back, Tommy. He needs his breakfast.\"\n\nTommy got up and waved down at Stray before heading out of the yard, \"See you later, Stray!\"\n\nStray stood and grabbed the two baggies he'd dropped when Warrant had mounted him, going over to the trash can and tossing the excrement out. Mr. Hawles was approving as Stray immediately dropped back down to all fours and crawled towards the door and waited patiently. \n\nAs soon as he was inside, Warrant tried to mount Stray again. Stray didn't try to fight it, but Warrant's father pulled him off before he could complete the mount, \"We do [i]not[/i] have time for you buggering him constantly! Leave him be, at least until we're at the vet's, Warrant!\"\n\nClearly a little mad to have been denied his toy, Warrant still obeyed, murmuring \"Yes, Pas.\"\n\nKibble tastes awful, Stray learned. The stuff was mass-produced by the military as a low-weight and high-calorie ration that was dirt cheap to make in vast quantities. Even humans could eat it, technically, and the Army in particular had made it the standard field rations for all its troops. That being said, it was universally despised. It was said that the primary reason Army soldiers - who might be human or Anthro or Feral, even - were able to get along so well was because they all bonded over their dislike of kibble. As Stray finished his bowl, he could see that being true. He'd rather eat shit, literal shit. At least [i]that[/i] would have flavor. \n\nWhen he was done with breakfast, Warrant padded over to him. His cock was obviously a little swollen in his sheath, but he didn't try mounting Stray again, yet. He did, however, put his nose into his pet's backside, licking at the dried (and not so dried) cum there. By the time he was done, Stray was achingly hard again, and reached one hand down to touch himself, but Warrant growled, \"[i]I[/i] can't do that, so you shouldn't either! From now on, you only get to cum if I make you!\"\n\nStray quickly put his hand back on the ground, \"Yes, Master.\"\n\nStray's father called for them, and they met him at the front door. He let them out into the front yard, and picked Stray up (he went into the bed as before), and had Warrant hop up front with him. \n\nThe vet's office was a pleasant fifteen-minute drive away. Stray laid in the bed, enjoying the ride. When they pulled into the lot, Stray saw quite a few other cars, which sent a shiver through him. He'd felt at his anus during the ride, and though Warrant had cleaned it up, he still had very obviously been bred recently. Everyone would see. He wasn't as worried about that as he would have the previous day, but it still wasn't something he was used to, yet. \n\nWarrant's father let him out, and then came around to let Stray out. He attached leashes to both their collars, and led them inside. Stray followed obediently, and found it easier than he expected. Sure, he was naked, on all fours, in a room with other people, but he realized he didn't care anymore. He was in [i]his[/i] proper place, it didn't matter what others thought. \nMr. Hawles checked in with the receptionist, and they took their seats. Warrant was perfectly willing, now that he was no longer near the Heat scent, to leave Stray alone, though Stray could see that he was still showing pink. Stray leaned against him, and the Dog whispered in his ear, \"Pas gave me a talk on the way here. You [i]are[/i] mine to fuck whenever I want, he was very clear about that. But he told me to be good at the vet's, and not fuck you in front of all these people, even though you'd probably enjoy being put on display like that.\"\n\nStray actually giggled, \"I think I would, actually. It was actually really hot, Tommy seeing you tied with me. We...could put on a show for him, later.\"\n\nWarrant grinned, \"Count me in.\"\n\nThey chatted a bit more, until the receptionist called them in. They filed her to an examination room, and Mr. Hawles hefted Stray onto the table. \n\nThe vet was human, and like everyone else he'd encountered so far, took one look at Stray's 'LEGAL NONHUMAN' collar and immediately relegated him to the status of an animal. He gave Stray a standard physical, not commenting on the boy's obviously used anus. The vaccine shots are next, and though painful, they were routine. The next bit, however, started to make the boy nervous. \n\n\"So, I understand Stray here is new to his status? Had he had any difficulties adjusting?\" the man asked Mr. Hawles. \n\n\"Why are you asking?\" Stray's Owner replied. \n\nThe vet spread his hands, \"I get bonuses from a company called Parasol. They design. ..modifications...that can help with cases like this.\"\n\n\"What kind of modifications? What might you suggest?\"\n\n\"Off the bat? Well, there's a 'very long-term release' Biofoam insert that \ncan prevent his knees and legs from getting damaged from being on all fours for prolonged periods. The last 'legal nonhuman' I dealt with also had a problem relieving herself where an animal ought to, so I recommended her owner that she get a minor procedure which destroyed her ability to actively control her bladder and bowels. The boy would still be able to feel it coming, but would not be able to avoid relieving himself. The other patient's owner said that only a bit of retraining was necessary before she had no further problems in that regard. Before my last suggestion, a question - are you allowing Warrant to breed him? If so, my sponsors make a genetically engineered organ that has had excellent results in testing. It produces a individualized estrus scent, along with some chemical behavioral conditioners. If Stray had that implanted, Warrant would no longer need libido suppressants when a female of his Tribe is in Heat - Stray would produce estrus scent at a strength proportional to the amount of time since Warrant last copulated with him. The longer Warrant goes without, the stronger the scent that Stray would put off, increasing the likelihood of Warrant desiring to breed him. In testing, the Feral subject only needed to mate with the test subject twice before [i]only[/i] the test subject's estrus affected him.\"\n\nWarrant had heard the part about not needing the pills anymore, and was sold on it. Mr. Hawles asked a few more questions, and managed to be talked into having all three procedures done. Stray, of course, was not consulted. Instead, once the vet had gotten Mr. Hawles' approval, he was immediately carted out of the room to have them done. With delicate use of Biofoam, all three could be done on an outpatient basis. \n\nAt least they sedated him for the surgeries. When he woke, he didn't feel much different, but he knew he'd been altered. It wasn't [i]all[/i] bad - he felt no pain in his knees or legs as he was led out to Warrant and Mr. Hawles. \n\nThe surgeon held Stray's leash short as Warrant approached. The Feral mounted him without much fanfare. Stray wasn't embarrassed, this time, and it helped that the mounting was much easier this time. It felt [i] natural[/i], and he shamelessly humped back into Warrant's thrusting, moaning loudly and begging for his mate to knot him. Warrant was equally eager to comply, and tied him quickly, this time remaining on his \nback to wait out the tie. \n\nIt was only once Warrant's hips stilled that Stray felt the shame. He'd acted like a bitch in Heat, a Feral one. Warrant's father had a tent in his pants, and Stray knew with certainty that [i]he[/i] was going to fuck him next. \n\nThe surgeon handed Stray's leash back to Mr. Hawles, who held it in one paw while he encouraged Warrant to step over. Once his son complied, Mr. Hawles led Warrant back out through the waiting room, dragging Stray along by the knot. The entire time they were in the waiting room, Stray couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Though most of the owners here had normal pets, there were a couple humans with Ferals here as well. These, and their Ferals, stopped Mr. Hawles, asking about Stray. It seemed they wanted to pay the Dog for use of his human, so their own Ferals - a St. Bernard and a [i]Cougar[/i] could get their rocks off. Mr. Hawles told them firmly that Stray was not 'open use', much to the boy's relief. \n\nThis time, Mr. Hawles had to lift both of them into the truck's bed, on their sides, before heading out. It was as the truck was pulling out that it hit him - he'd been [i]altered[/i] against his will. From now on, he wouldn't be able to 'hold it', and he'd likely react the same way he just had, when Warrant mounted him. Every single time. That was the last of his humanity, he felt. He really was an animal, now. At the start of the vet visit, he'd been warming up to his new role...but now he saw it for what it was - he was Warrant's sex slave. No human or Anthro here had batted an eye at Stray - to them, he was just another pet. Even Warrant was probably starting to see him as just another toy. Something he could fuck whenever he wanted. \n\nHe started crying. Really crying. The full ramifications of his choice were crashing home to him. The worst part was that he'd chosen this willingly. He could argue all he liked that he hadn't known the consequences, but that would have been a lie. He'd thought it would be hot, that it would be erotic. It was, sometimes. But at the end of the day, he was nothing. \n\n\"I'm so sorry, Stray. I know Pas only got talked into this because he knows I hate the pills. We ruined you. [i]I[/i] ruined you - you did all this for me... and we both know I would never have allowed myself to be [i]your[/i] pet. I thought I'd like being in charge of a two-legs...but this just makes me feel guilty and sick. It might've been better if I hadn't thought up that [i]stupid[/i] test, and we just let you come live with us awhile before you and I got to go to Wildfire...but now...I can't look them in the eyes, and say we're mates. I took that away from us both, because I'd been thinking with my knot. You shouldn't forgive me. You can hate me, I'd deserve it. I [i]knew[/i] what this life was like, and I...\"\n\nStray had stopped crying to listen, hearing the raw emotion in Warrant's voice. Aside from the Dog's tone, he could tell that the words were in earnest because Warrant had dragged himself out of his orgasmic bliss to say them. \"Warrant, stop. I made a choice. And yeah, it [i]has[/i] just hit me how dumb it was. I don't have a choice anymore - I'm more than committed, now. But I don't hate you. I [i]am[/i] your mate, and all the rest of this is worth that, to me. We'll go to Wildfire, and we can...maybe they can help us fix this.\" \n\n\"I love you, Joey. I really do.\"\n\n\"Warrant, I'm Stray, now. And I love you, too.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
[STRAY]


When Warrant's father came back after filing the - amended - paperwork with the State, he was glad to find Stray and Warrant cuddling in Warrant's doghouse. It was very cute. Dumb, but cute. He woke the boys with a gentle nudging of his footpaw. "Hey! You two are morons. Stray could've unhitched you, Warrant. He has thumbs...and the back door was unlocked! You two could've gone inside and slept on a bed! Now, at least one of you is gonna get fleas, and if that happens, I'm shaving you both bald."

Warrant got to his paws quickly, his tail wagging, "Yeah, but I didn't think about it! And Stray's pretty jetlagged and tired from all the sex we had!"

His father rolled his eyes, "I was gone maybe an hour, neither of you smell of sex, and I know for a fact that you can't get the drive up to mount anything right now. Nice try, cub."

Stray was indeed jetlagged, and all the stress Warrant's test had put him through, but that wasn't why he remained lying curled up on the ground. He was enjoying the underside view of his mate's swaying balls. Warrant's balls were mostly black fur, with a few streaks of the reddish fur that covered his paws and throat. They weren't entirely fur-covered, either, revealing Warrant's chestnut-colored skin. Watching them sway back and forth in reaction to the Feral's tail wagging was mesmerizing.

Mr. Hawles nudged Stray with his footpaw, "C'mon, kid. If you don't get up and come have dinner, you're not getting fed again 'till morning."

Groaning, Stray got up, and stood still while Mr. Hawles brushed off the grass clinging to his side. He had an erection, and yipped with embarrassment when the adult wrapped his rough paw around the pet's maleness, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb pad over the sensitive head. Warrant nosed his way between his father and Stray, getting in a few licks of his own on Stray's penis. Stray was embarrassed, but didn't either speak or move away in protest. He knew his place.

The two Dogs stopped teasing him well before the pleasure of their touches could get him off. He whined, which made his Owner laugh, "Did Warrant teach you that already? He's going to be a bad influence, I can already tell. C'mon, boys, heel."

Because they couldn't share the same heel, Warrant ended up on his father's right, while Stray crawled along on the Dobermann's right. Stray was finding it quite tiring to crawl on all fours, but didn't complain. Mr. Hawles was kind enough to keep his pace slow enough for him to keep up, even though Warrant was eager for dinner and kept racing ahead to the door, then running back to walk at his father's heel impatiently.

Probably on purpose to tease his son, Mr. Hawles put off opening the door for them, choosing instead to crouch down and pet Stray's back, praising him for being such a good boy. Stray leaned into the attention, but his own stomach was rumbling. Chuckling, the adult stood and finally opened the door. Warrant rushed in past the other two, only stopping short when his father barked, "Warrant! Stay!"

The young Dog whined, but obeyed his father, dropping to a sitting position on his haunches.

"Now, Stray, most of the time Warrant's Mam, or I, will be making dinner for all of us, so you won't have to Handle for Warrant at meals.  But we'll teach you how to cook, so you can if we're both away. You see the low table, there? That's where we all have meals, together. Remember that, if you're not Handling for Warrant, you are to remain on all fours, okay? Now, go sit next to Warrant while I finish up your bowls."

Stray nodded and crawled around the low table to sit next to his increasingly impatient mate. As he sat, waiting much more patiently than Warrant, he looked around at his new home. The building itself was a single-story 'ranch' home, with two short wings off to either side - probably containing bedrooms and the like - flanking a central area that seemed to be the common spaces. The floors were all carpeted in the
same plush wool and there were several obvious stains that must've been from 'accidents' when Warrant was younger. The walls were painted a deep brown, with black accenting, which gave the whole house a sort of cozy, den-like feel. Anthros in general seemed to prefer natural light, so there was very little in the way of interior lighting. Since it was late evening, the only lights available were few and rather dim for Stray's eyes, it occurring to him that Anthros could see decently even in what to him was dim lighting.

In the common area, the spaces Stray would've called the 'living room', 'dining room', and 'kitchen' were not very distinct. Though the latter two rooms had a short wall dividing them from the living room. There were no doors in the house at all, other than those leading outside. Even the bathroom, which Stray could see down at the end of the west wing of the house, did not have its own door. Instead, there were merely archways.

The house had a certain musty scent to it in general, and there was a thicker, heavier musk that Stray realized was the restored estrus scent of Warrant's mother. Even for the formerly human boy, the scent was vaguely arousing.

There were many photos hanging on the walls, especially in b the living area - pictures of Warrant's father with his Army unit, pictures of a pair of greymuzzle Dobermanns - that Stray assumed were two of Warrant's grandparents, likely on his father's side - and pictures of a fluffier sort of Dobermann. This last, Stray got the impression was female, though the picture was only of her face. He nudged Warrant, pointing out the photo, "Is that your mom?"

"Mam," Warrant corrected, "and yeah. She's a Beauceron, in case you can't tell. You know what that makes me?"

"What?" Stray asked, almost knowing that some sort of pun was coming.

"A Deauceron!" Warrant chortled, drawing a groan from both Stray and his father.

"You've been waiting all day for that, haven't you?" Stray groaned. Warrant nodded, grinning.

Hearing a quiet splashing from where Warrant's father was preparing their bowls, Stray looked over. The adult was partially crouched to get the right angle...and was urinating on the food in the two bowls, alternating between each until his bladder was emptied. Looking over at Warrant to see if this was usual, he saw the Feral's expression only a little disgruntled. "You don't usually do dominance displays, Pas. What gives?" He didn't seem repulsed by the prospect of eating the food his father had just pissed on, more simply annoyed.

"Well, it's going to take a while for Stray to get used to his new life, and his new position in life. It'll make his transition easier if I don't coddle him, but instead remind him constantly that he is now permanently on the lowest rung of the pecking order. As for you, with finally someone below you in rank, I wanted to make sure you don't forget your place, either," Mr. Hawles replied as he expertly carried the three bowls over and setting the two soiled meals in front of Stray and Warrant, who groaned but dug in without hesitation. The fact that his bowl was nearly half-filled with urine seemingly not bothering him at all.

Stray dug in as well. Judging by the unsoiled meal in Mr. Hawles' bowl, normally this dish consisted of little cubes of beef that were lightly coated in a nearly caramel-colored gravy. Stray found it quite tasty, the acrid taste of the Dog piss actually oddly complementary to the milder taste of the gravy. After the initial bite in which he realized this wouldn't be so bad, Stray ate as shamelessly and sloppily as Warrant. Mr. Hawles had probably planned this meal knowing it wouldn't be inedible.

When the last chunk of meat was gone, Stray didn't hesitate to slurp up the pool of more-piss-than-gravy at the bottom of the bowl. Feeling both completely degraded, but also oddly satisfied with the meal. He finished just after Warrant, who had also lapped his bowl clean. Mr. Hawles, meanwhile, had eaten with much more dignity than his son or pet,  delicately choosing pieces with his chopsticks, clearly savoring the taste... and maybe mocking the boys just a little.

While his father was finishing up, Warrant asked a question, "So, Pas...can I go undosed tomorrow? I wanna actually be able to mate with Stray instead of being pent up but unable to get the urge to do anything about it. Please?"

Mr. Hawles set the bowl down as he thought, licking idly at the chopsticks while he contemplated. Finally, he said, "Sure. We have to head by the vet tomorrow anyways, both to renew your shots and to get Stray his first shots and tags. I also want to get Stray started on Handler training. Stray, I'll be honest, the majority of the reason I went along with Warrant's idea was because if you passed his test, I'd have a 24/7 Handler for Warrant that I wouldn't have to pay an ear and a tail for. Speaking of Handlers, by the way - Warrant, the Skirmish boys have been wanting to have you join them for P/T again. They say having you there is a real ego boost - pushes them to work harder and get more out of the exercises. While we males are out, your mam is planning on taking a day off from work to air out the Den and take a bit of rest after working all through her Heat."

"Where is Mam, anyways? She's usually home for dinner."

"Her team discovered a major bug in the code for the new full-dive rigs Fleur d'Or is coming out with next week. They're apparently pulling their fur out up there, trying to fix it before release day. She told me that, except for tomorrow, she might be working late all week, unless they get it fixed sooner."

Warrant was both disappointed and excited, "Aww! I wanted her to meet Stray! But it's so sweet that F-d-O is coming out with a new full rig! Do you think her team will let me an' Stray try a couple out?"

The Dog shook his head, "Stray can't come with you into Fleur d'Or until he's been certified as a Handler, since first and foremost, he's a pet."

"Aren't I a pet?" Warrant asked.

"Technically, but your Mam's boss decides to lean into the fact that you're also her cub. Stray is very obviously not related."

Warrant sighed and nosed Stray's cheek, "Pass your Handler certs quick, you hear! Mam gets to play with all the best stuff, at her job! I don't want you to miss out."

Stray turned his head and licked at Warrant's nose, "I'll try, Master."

Warrant kissed him, then, pressing his muzzle to the boy's lips and v invading his mouth with his tongue. Stray eagerly returned the favor, and soon allowed Warrant to shove him onto his back, now kissing him from above. Mr. Hawles chuckled and cleared the table of the bowls.

Stray made out with Warrant for a short while, enjoying Warrant's dominant position above his supine body. It was moments like this that Stray knew were going to be the highlight of his new life. The humiliation and shame at his new position would fade in time, he knew...but having a Feral Dog as his owner and mate would never, ever get boring.

Suddenly, Warrant broke the kiss, his whole body at 'attention', with his tail rapidly wagging, "I've got a great idea! We can finally play some of Pas' old-school console games!"

"Old-school!?" Mr. Hawles barked offendedly from the kitchen where he was washing the dishes.

Sitting back up and hugging Warrant, Stray asked, "Shouldn't I be doing that for you, Master?"

The adult shook his head and waved the question off, "This doesn't count as Handler stuff, Stray. You're fine. And sure - you know where it's stored at, right, Warrant? Just be careful with it - it's sixty five years old, and the games aren't much newer! If you damage it or the discs, you're both getting a spanking you'll never forget!"

They both agreed to be extremely careful, and headed into the east wing of the house. This side of the house held Warrant's mother's room, directly across the hall from his father's. Wondering where he'd be sleeping, Stray asked Warrant where his room was at. The Feral shrugged, or approximated it anyways, "We sleep wherever's comfortable. I sleep with Pas most nights, but I figure Pas is gonna make you sleep on the floor until you're used to your position. Tonight, I'll sleep with you."

"So, why do they have separate rooms?"

"Tradition. Canid females get the 'master bedroom', 'cause the den belongs to them. If Pas wants to get lucky when Mam is out of season, he has to go begging for it. Males aren't allowed in a female's room unless invited - and that includes you, too!"

Stray nodded obediently, "OK. So where's this console?"

"In Pas' room, on a shelf in the closet. You'll have to stand to reach it."

After being on all fours for so long, Stray's legs didn't seem to work right at first, and he had to lean against the wall for a few moments to get them working. Then, he quickly retrieved the jet-black boxy thing, and the boy's of its accessories from the shelf, stacking one atop the other and carrying them back out into the living room.

They sat in front of the TV - Warrant on his haunches and Stray cross-legged as he needed his hands for the task - and Warrant instructed his pet in how to set up the console. "A work-friend of Mam's is this, like, huge retro nerd. She knew Pas likes old stuff, too, and fixed this up for him, and gave us these games for it. Usually, I only get to watch him and Mam playing on it occasionally."

Once it was set up, the boys spent an enjoyable hour playing old games, with Stray dying the actual controlling, but Warrant making all the decisions. They got through the first several levels until Stray started to feel a telltale pressure in his abdomen. He'd been getting used to being nude, but he was still highly embarrassed about his bodily functions. He didn't have to mention his need, though, as Mr. Hawles spoke up, "OK, boys. It's late, and I'm sure Stray could use some sleep. Shut it down, then I'll let you boys out back to go potty before bed."

"Hey, Pas, can me and Stray sleep outside tonight? It's not bad out, and the grass is weirdly comfortable," Warrant asked, while Stray shut off the console and TV.

"Sure. I'll leave the door unlocked so you guys can come in if it starts raining overnight. Now, c'mon."

Stray followed his Owner on all fours, dreading having to once again relieve himself outside. Worse than doing it in front of the girl, Warrant would be watching him do it. It was a small comfort that the Feral would be doing his business as well.

When they returned to the backyard, Warrant's father stopped Stray, showing him the baggie dispenser attached to one of the trash cans, "Since it's night, you don't need to, but in the morning and throughout the day, I expect you to clean up after yourself and Warrant. Put a bag over your hand, use it to pick up the shit, tie it off, and put it in the trash.

Stray had known this would be part of being Warrant's Handler. He did have one question, though, "If I may ask, Master, why didn't you do that back at the airport? Or make me do it?"

The Dog grinned toothily, "Because that girl irritated me, humiliating you like that."

Stray smiled back and rubbed his cheek against Mr. Hawles' pants leg. The Dog bent over and patted his head. "Go do your business, Stray. Both of you, sleep well!" He then headed back inside.

The boy crawled out into the yard, thankful that - this time, at least - he had the cover of night. Warrant came over to him, grinning mischievously, "I wanna watch you do it!"

Stray blushed, "Don't you have your own business to do, Master?"

"I can wait a bit. But my nose tells me you can't. I wanna watch. I
know you get off on being humiliated, and this has to be the most humiliating thing, for you, so do it!"

Stray hung his head, "Yes, Master." Warrant was right, he was secretly enjoying the humiliating aspects of his new life, especially with the reminder from Warrant that the Feral wasn't doing this to be cruel, but mostly because he knew Stray liked it. He gathered himself into a squat, and began emptying himself.

It was somewhat easier this time, even with Warrant's gaze on him. Maybe it was the lube Mr. Hawles had put in him in preparation for Warrant's 'rape'. Finding it awkward but not difficult to talk during his 'task', Stray mentioned this to his mate, who literally fell to the ground, laughing, "Oh my Dog! He lubed you!? No wonder you were so terrified! That's a good way to sell the ruse, I guess."

Finishing up and crawling awkwardly away from his 'product', Stray asked, "If you weren't dosed, would you really have...?"

"If I'd still had my morning dose, but not my afternoon one, no. We'd have mated, but I'd still retain enough control not to...use you, like that. But with Mam's estrus still stinking up the place...if I were undosed for the whole day, I really would have just raped you. Over and over, until it killed you, and then I'd have fucked your corpse some more until I passed out. Pas...Pas took me to a kennel in Missouri just after I first hit puberty, and made me watch this Feral Wolf rape another Feral to death after having his nose smeared in lupine estrous scent. After the first hit off the scent, he'd been aroused, but...by around the three hour mark he was chasing this poor Dog around the cage they were in. When he finally caught up...it was brutal. He fucked the Dog seventeen times in a row before the poor thing gave up the ghost, and six times after that to the body before he passed out. The whole thing was this effort - by humans, of course - to try to get people to neuter their Ferals. Pas used it as a vivid example of why he would be giving me my pills when Mam or another Bitch is in Heat."

Stray gulped, "Is that what you're gonna be doing to me, tomorrow?"

Squatting, himself, to empty his own bowels, Warrant shook his head, "Mam's Heat ended yesterday, which is why she's gonna be airing out the Den...and you and I will be out for most of the day, so I'll be fine. I am fucking you, though. You can't say no anymore, and...Stray, I love you, but I'm not going to say that I won't make use of what's mine."

Nodding, Stray went quiet. He watched Warrant shit, almost envying him for how casually he did so. He awkwardly asked, "How am I supposed to...ah... clean myself?"

"You're not. Having control over your own grooming gives you dignity," the Dog replied, finishing up and moving back over to stand next to Stray, moving so his butt was in the boy's face, with his tail straight up, "But you can groom me... with your tongue."

This was an act of submission, and Stray knew it would cement his position as far as Warrant was concerned. Yes, they'd be mates, but Stray was not in charge of the relationship in any way. He was Warrant's bitch.

He crawled a pace closer, and started cleaning the remaining filth from Warrant's hole with his tongue. He was as thorough as he could be, allowing the taste on his tongue to remind him of his place. When he finished and started backing away, Warrant suddenly whirled around and jumped up on top of Stray's back, his large, furry sheath pointed right at Stray's face, "Put your lips over your teeth and then take the tip into your mouth, Stray."

Stray knew what was coming, and didn't even want to fight it. He did as instructed, tasting his mate's cock for the first time. He heard Warrant grunt, and then suddenly a strong stream of hot piss was flooding Stray's mouth. Though surprised, having thought Warrant was going to hump his face, he didn't hesitate to begin drinking the urine. Warrant's piss wasn't mixed with anything that helped the taste, and was extremely bitter and foul, but Stray dutifully drank it down, swallowing rapidly to keep up. It would've bothered 'Joey', but didn't bother Stray at all, knowing that from now on, Warrant would very seldom be pissing anywhere else.

When his bladder was empty, Warrant hopped off, and waited for Stray to stop coughing and gagging from the taste. "You'll get used to it," he said, and Stray knew he was right. The last bit of 'human' to him died, then. He was fully Warrant's, and didn't want to return to being human ever again.

They headed to another part of the yard and laid down together, quickly falling asleep. Stray had thought this part would be hard, knowing part of what the next day would bring, but the lingering taste of Warrant's piss on his tongue reminded him - 'Joey' was gone. He was Stray, now. And Stray loved his life.



Stray woke to Warrant urgently licking his face. It was very light out, the sun having not yet fully risen over the horizon. "C'mon! Get up! I've had to pee for, like, an hour, and Pas will be really pleased with you if the yard's cleaned up before he gets up - which is soon! C'mon, Stray!"

Blearily, Stray sat up, obediently getting into position as Warrant hopped up onto his front. Unlike the previous night, Warrant told him to just put his lips to the tip of his sheath, "...The pills are worn off, and if I feel your lips at the head of my cock, I'll end up facefucking you, and I wanna save that for your ass."

Stray enjoyed drinking Warrant's piss a lot more than he had the previous night. The mere act was incredibly submissive, but that was Stray's place, here, and he loved it. When he was done using Stray's mouth as a urinal, Warrant hopped off and backed up so they were face-to-face, "Clean up the yard, and then I'm going to fuck you."

Stray nodded mutely. He shook as he got to his feet and walked over to the trash cans, and took two baggies from the dispenser. He head to pee, himself, and didn't think twice about just releasing his bladder where he stood, shaking as he tried to ready himself for what was going to happen. He did his job, using the baggies to pick his own and Warrant's shit out of the grass. He had barely finished tying off the second bag when he felt Warrant's weight shove against his lower back, knocking him to all fours.

His master was on his back in a flash, already humping against Stray's ass. Stray had shit out the lube Warrant's father had put in him the previous day, so he knew this mating would be rough. He didn't budge or
protest, but instead reached behind himself and lined Warrant's questing penis up with his own asshole. He did scream during the initial penetration. It hurt! But by this point, Warrant's front paws were firmly around his waist, and the boy was small and weak. Bringing his other hand back underneath himself, all Stray could do was stand there and take it, at Warrant's hips jackhammered his cock into Stray's ass.

Dogs don't usually penetrate when erect, instead growing to their full size after penetration has been achieved, and Stray learned this firsthand. The initial thrust had hurt, the next few weren't so bad, but he could already feel Warrant's cock getting bigger inside him with each thrust. It wasn't long before Stray had nearly ten inches of Dog cock rammed in him, though thankfully Warrant was only moving it in and out over a few inches as he brutally took away the last of the former human's dignity. Stray didn't care about that, anymore. The possessive thrusting into his bowels was starting to feel very good, each stroke grinding Warrant's cock against Stray's prostate and sending waves of pleasure through him.

Warrant was growling in his ear, saying things for Stray alone. Despite what someone observing their savage rutting might've expected, the Dog wasn't being degrading by any means. "I love you, Stray. Oh, Dog, you feel so good around my cock! Ahh, fuck! Ohh! You're doing so well, pupper! I know it hurts a little, just bear it out for me! You're such a good boy! Very good boy! I love you!"

The words, plus the growing pleasure from his prostate, helped Stray shed any remaining reluctance he had for the act. He started thrusting himself onto Warrant's cock, which only helped the Dog's knot begin to work its way into him.

A door opened, and though Warrant ignored it, Stray's head jerked up, locking eyes with the next door neighbor's son - a human boy of about ten - who was taking the trash out to the cans. The boy's eyes widened as he took in the scene - a boy barely older than himself, getting brutally fucked by the neighbor's Feral son. Stray didn't hide anything anymore, and after meeting the boy's eyes briefly, he resumed wantonly trying to get Warrant's knot into himself. He didn't even feel ashamed. Shame was for humans - he was an animal.

The boy slowly took the garbage bag he was holding over to the trash cans by the fence, which were directly opposite the cans on Warrant's side. He threw the bag into the can, not once taking his eyes off the savage rutting taking place before him. He had one hand down the front of his pajamas, and Stray knew he was fondling himself.

When Warrant's knot slammed into him finally, it made Stray's vision go white with pain. But the pain quickly subsided as Stray came, the sensation of Warrant's huge knot jammed in him, as well as the heavy spurts of cum the Dog was now unleashing into his bowels, sending the pet boy over the edge.

Warrant laid on Stray's back for a minute, panting and moaning softly. He soon slipped off, however, stepping over his cock so he and Stray were ass-to-ass. Looking over at the boy next door, he casually said, "Hey, Tommy."

"H-h-hey, Warrant," the boy stammered, "Can I come over?"

Warrant chuckled and started walking towards the fence. Since his knot was still at its fullest and still firmly inside Stray, Stray was forced to crawl backwards to follow. As he walked, Warrant replied to his neighbor, "Not today. Pas, Stray, and I are heading to the vet, first thing. I need to renew my tags, and we need to get Stray his tags. And then it's P/T day for the Skirmish Dogs, and Stray's gonna start his Handler training."

When they reached the fence, Warrant angled them so their sides were right up against it, "But you can say hi to Stray - he's my new pet-slash-Handler. Stray, this is Tommy - he's the one that put this notch in my ear last year."

Though he'd thought he'd lost all sense of shame last night, when Warrant first peed in his mouth...to stand on all fours, with Warrant's cock pulsing thick jets of cum into his ass, Stray felt utterly humiliated to be forced to talk to the boy. All he managed was a quick "Hi."

The boy was still fondling himself, but quickly accepted that Stray was not human. "Hi, Stray. Can I pet you? Warrant sometimes lets me pet him if I ask really nicely."

Stray did not want to let the boy touch him while he was knotted with Warrant, but...the kid held no malice in his tone. He'd almost instantly accepted that Stray was a pet, but didn't seem to think badly of him for his status. To Tommy, it was just a fact. It was still hard to get the words out as he replied, though, "Not...not while we're tied, Tommy. But when Warrant is done breeding me, you can."

"Okay. Is he spunking in you?"

Stray blushed, and told the boy that that was indeed the case. The boy seemed to realize how awkward it was to be chatting with a couple in the middle of sex, so he said, "I'll see you later then, Warrant! Nice meeting you, Stray!" Warrant and Stray made polite replies as the boy dashed back into his house.

Once the kid was gone, Warrant said, "You are such a good boy! I'm sorry if it hurt. I didn't want this to be rough on you, but...I couldn't help myself. You're mine and that thought drives me wild. You know I love you, and I mean that, right?"

"I love you, too, Warrant. It did hurt, at first, but I guess that's just because I've never done it before. It'll get better with practice, I bet. I know my butt's gonna be sore, though. And, don't worry about me, Warrant. Master. Like you said - I'm yours, and it drives me wild, too."

They stood like that near the fence for a while. Warrant quickly went quiet, the height of his orgasm making him essentially catatonic, and Stray just stood and gasped with each new spurt of Canine semen into his bowels.

When Warrant's father woke up, he came out back to check on them. When he saw his son and Stray - very obviously knotted - he hurried over and crouched by Stray's head,  stroking his face and praising him. He asked, "Are you alright, Stray? It doesn't feel like he's...punctured anything internally?"

It having not even crossed Stray's mind that that was a thing that could happen, his eyes widened as he mutely shook his head. The adult sighed with relief. "That's good. How're you handling it?"

"It hurt at first, but then felt really, amazingly good. Earlier, it was really great, feeling him...um...spurting. He's still spurting, actually, but it's starting to get uncomfortable," Stray reported honestly. Mr. Hawles was his official Owner, so he had a right to know these things, Stray figured.

"Too much pressure? Fart, Stray. It'll let off some of the pressure, trust me," his Owner advised, and despite how gross the noise was when Stray obeyed, he and Mr. Hawles couldn't help giggling at it. They were males, after all.

"Feel better?" Mr. Hawles asked.

"Yes, Master," Stray replied.

The Dog laughed and ruffled his hair, "I'm gonna sit out here with you two. Tell me when you feel him stop cumming. He'll try to pull out, and I know you're not ready for that kind of thing. I'll keep him in you until his knot really starts to go down."

"Thank you, Master."

Mr. Hawles moved so he was nearby their joined rumps, ready to stop Warrant from pulling out before it was safe. While they waited, he explained what was going to happen at the vet's, "So, you're going to get your standard rabies vaccination. You don't have to get vaxed for distemper or any of the other Anthro-specific diseases, but I'll see about getting you the human equivalents. You'll get a full checkup, but that part won't be any different from a normal doctor's visit. I'm going to ask the vet about anything that you might need that I don't know about, and we'll get those done as soon as possible. Warrant is just getting all his shots updated, but of course I'll have him get a checkup as well."

Looking behind himself at Warrant, Stray asked, "Is he okay? He's just standing there, spunking in me."

"This is the first time he's gotten his rocks off since his mam went into Heat a week and a half ago. His orgasm was probably spectacular. He'll be mostly catatonic until his knot comes out. How's that coming along, by the way?"

Stray grunted, "He's still going...but the spurts are...weaker?"

"He's almost done, then. Now, look, even with me keeping him from pulling out early, this is gonna hurt. You're going to feel like your hole is just gaping open, and it will be, a little. Don't panic. I've seen enough people take their first knot to know you'll be fine, it'll just feel really weird for a while. I'll help you onto your feet, and a little bit of walking around the yard will help."

Stray nodded, a bit alarmed by his words. His anus would be gaping? From the feel of the knot inside him, this wasn't too surprising, and Mr. Hawles seemed quite confident that he would be fine.

He and Warrant remained tied for another twenty minutes, during which Mr. Hawles petted Stray and chatted with him. Stray had a lot of questions, and his Owner was happy to oblige him with answers. His first was "What's Heat like? For you, I mean, Master?"

"It's hard to describe. The scent doesn't affect me nearly as strongly as it does Warrant. Do you know the phrase 'blue balls'? For him, estrus scent of his own Tribe instantly gets him like that, and it only builds the longer he's exposed to it. In a way, he's lucky - Ferals are only affected that way by their Tribe. For Warrant, that means only a female Dobermann or Beauceron can get him like that. For Anthros, we're affected by any Anthro female's estrus. Heh - an Otter on her cycle can make me bone up. But other than making things awkward sometimes, it doesn't hurt or drive me mad - it just makes me a lot easier to arouse and more eager for sex."

"How often does it happen?" Stray asked, trying to shift  his weight and relieve some of the strain his knees were feeling.

"For most of the other Houses, once a year. Canid House has it a bit complicated. Most Dogs and Dingoes get Heat twice a year - usually sometime in the Spring and Fall. Other Dog Tribes get it four times - once per season,  roughly. The rest of our House gets it only once a year like everyone else. Thankfully, my mate's Tribe is of the latter type. Now, contrary to what I hear you humans believe, Heat isn't the only time an Anthro can get pregnant, it's just the...peak time. For humans, pregnancy is a lottery - you can try and fail as often as you like - but Anthros get at least one almost guaranteed success a year. That's why we're more numerous. We can plan on when to be making cubs."

"So, now that his mam's Heat is over, he'll be...less...uh..."

The Dog snickered, "Less of a rapist? Yeah. I suspect he'll still fuck you often, though. You should see the breeding toy we got him to help him satisfy his needs - let's just say he wore it out quickly. But for most of the year, at least he'll listen if you say you don't want to 'play'. I am sorry you came to us at such a bad time."

"I...now that he's taken me once already, it's not as scary. I was terrified, yesterday. I mean, I'd wanted it, or thought I did...but surrendering control like that for real, and having no choice in it, was terrifying."

"For what it's worth, I think you were very brave to do it. And I guarantee you, you earned Warrant's devotion by doing it. A two-legger giving himself to a Feral unconditionally? A very, very rare thing," Mr. Hawles said, rubbing Stray's back.

"I think he's stopped spurting, Master. He's starting to tug at-- oh, God!" Before Mr. Hawles could stop it, Warrant popped his knot free with a firm tug. Stray felt every inch of his mate's length as it slid out of him, ending with a gush of cum pouring out of the boy's hole. Mr. Hawles had been right, it felt like his asshole was gaping wide open, and Stray knew instinctively that it would never be the same again. He shivered and gasped, trying his best to stay 'standing' as Warrant's cum freely leaked
from his hole. Mr. Hawles checked his anus, telling him there was surprisingly no bleeding, "It looks like Canis blessed your mating. You ought to have bled a little - almost everyone does, their first time with a knot. But, you're fine, and having already had a near-full-size knot like that yanked out, next time, I won't have to worry about you. Sorry for not catching it on time, though, Stray."

"It's...fine, Master. I would've had to deal with it at some point. You said standing and walking might help it feel less...odd?"

"Yeah. Here, let me help you up," his Owner had Stray wrap his arms around his shoulders and used his leverage to haul Stray to his feet. The boy felt his Feral Master's semen running out of him, trickling down his legs. He genuinely had to hold onto Mr. Hawles for support, because his legs kept wanting to give out. Glancing over at Warrant, he saw his mate doubled over, licking his cock clean and getting it back into his sheath. The size of it! Even having the ruler for scale, the picture he'd been sent - what already felt like years ago - didn't do it justice. "I had that in me!? All the way?"

"Balls deep," Mr. Hawles confirmed, sounding somewhat proud. Whether of his son or of Stray was not really the point. They heard a familiar door open, and Mr. Hawles greeted his neighbor's son, perhaps a bit coldly. Even if Warrant had forgiven the boy for notching his ear, his father clearly hadn't.

For the boy's part, he was equally polite with Mr. Hawles, his voice tinged strongly with respect and more than a bit of fear, "Morning, Mr. Hawles! Can I come over and pet Stray? He said I could, once he and Warrant weren't...ah... joined, anymore." Considering the timing, the little brat had probably been eagerly watching from inside.

When Mr. Hawles looked down at Stray to confirm this, Stray nodded. "Alright, Tommy. But be nice! He's just been bred for the first time."

While Tommy was eagerly making his way around to the gate, Mr. Hawles said to Stray, "I'll take Warrant inside to start his breakfast, while I shower and get ready. Remember, you don't have to obey Tommy like you do me or Warrant, but let him do whatever he wants unless it goes very far, understand? I'm gonna let you back down, now. Don't worry about the baggies you dropped, you can grab them later."

Stray nodded, and let his Owner help him back down onto all fours. He tried to clench his asshole shut again so he wouldn't be leaking jizz in front of Tommy, but only had moderate success - he was definitely still leaking, but he could feel his sphincter was no longer so open. Warrant followed his father obediently when the older Dog called him to Heel, and soon Stray was alone in the yard, though not for very long.

Tommy would have been only slightly taller than Stray if they'd both been standing upright, which only made the social difference between the two human boys more stark. Stray was not allowed off his hands and knees unless he was Handling for Warrant. He was a pet. Tommy was not.

As the boy approached, Stray felt strangely calm. He still felt tinges of embarrassment, but by now he'd started getting used to being naked around others. Tommy stopped a few feet away, staring at him for a long minute. Then, the boy ordered, "Let me see your butt."

Stray turned himself around to face away from the younger boy, allowing him to view his very obviously recently-fucked hole. He heard Tommy approaching closer, then kneeling in grass directly behind him. "Wow," the boy exclaimed, "Warrant spunks a lot! What was it like - getting humped, I mean?"

"Intense. It hurt a lot at first, but it started to feel good later. When he was cumming, I could feel every spurt in me," Stray answered honestly. Since he was officially an animal, he didn't have to try and spare the kid knowledge of sex. Pets had sex in front of their owners' kids all the time. It was strangely liberating, actually. Stray was starting to see the benefits of his new status, not just the downsides.

"Wow! Hey, roll over."

Stray obediently rolled himself onto his back, and even spread his legs a little. Tommy didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing Stray's balls - not lightly, but not painfully either. He had a set of his own, after all, and knew how sensitive they could be. He sounded a bit jealous when he spoke next, still gently fondling Stray's nuts, "I wish my privates were this big. Actually, no, I wish my privates were as big as Warrant's!"

Stray laughed, "Tommy, I'm only two years older than you. I bet yours aren't that much smaller than mine."

"Age doesn't mean anything! Warrant's six years younger, and he gets to have adult-sized parts? Stupid Ferals."

That was a surprise, "Warrant's four!?"

Tommy nodded, grinning, "You didn't know? How did my pas explain it? Ferals, like, do all of their physical growing by their first or second year, depending on Tribe. So, Warrant was physically adult since he was two. Mentally, they grow much faster than humans, or even Anthros, at about three-or-four 'mental years' for every one of our years. So, mentally, Warrant's, like...fifteen? Ish?"

"So do they have shorter lives?" Stray asked, now worried.

Getting bored with Stray's balls, Tommy moved to sit next to him and rub his belly, "Shorter than an Anthro's, but longer than ours if they're not killed. The Dog who's Alpha of the Skirmish pack is, like, sixty-eight, I think.That's real years, not mental years."

"So, are your parents military like Warrant's dad?"

Tommy shook his head at first, but then shrugged, "Kind of? My mam's the daughter of the Base Commander, and so he lets us stay here, even though he hates my pas' guts. Like, it literally gets colder in any room with Surpas and Pas together in it. Surpas doesn't come by often."

The boy's use of what Stray had been thinking of a 'Anthro' terms - like mam and pas - was probably due to him having been born in an Anthro territory. He likely grew up with the words. Stray even learned a new one - Surpas, which he assumed from the context meant 'grandfather'. Curious, just so he'd bee using it right if it ever came up, he asked.

Tommy giggled, "You're saying it weird! It shouldn't sound like 'sherpas'! It should be more like 'sore-pahz', but with only a little hiss to the 's'.  And don't drag out the 'z' sound at the end of 'pas' so much."

Stray practiced the words, and some others he'd heard, with Tommy correcting, until Mr. Hawles came back out. The boys didn't even hear him nearing, so he overheard what they were talking about. Tommy was saying, "...I mean, you can say it like 'mum', and Anthros will probably know what you mean, but it's supposed to be...gah! It's hard to explain the difference!"

"You make the same movements you would for 'mum', but instead of an 'uh' sound, make an 'ah' sound," Mr. Hawles suggested, startling both of them, "Don't draw it out, though. It's supposed to be short and clipped - mam."

Stray tried it, and got approval. Turning to Tommy, Mr. Hawles shooed him off, for now, "You can teach Stray more Canid when we get back, Tommy. He needs his breakfast."

Tommy got up and waved down at Stray before heading out of the yard, "See you later, Stray!"

Stray stood and grabbed the two baggies he'd dropped when Warrant had mounted him, going over to the trash can and tossing the excrement out. Mr. Hawles was approving as Stray immediately dropped back down to all fours and crawled towards the door and waited patiently.

As soon as he was inside, Warrant tried to mount Stray again. Stray didn't try to fight it, but Warrant's father pulled him off before he could complete the mount, "We do not have time for you buggering him constantly! Leave him be, at least until we're at the vet's, Warrant!"

Clearly a little mad to have been denied his toy, Warrant still obeyed, murmuring "Yes, Pas."

Kibble tastes awful, Stray learned. The stuff was mass-produced by the military as a low-weight and high-calorie ration that was dirt cheap to make in vast quantities. Even humans could eat it, technically, and the Army in particular had made it the standard field rations for all its troops. That being said, it was universally despised. It was said that the primary reason Army soldiers - who might be human or Anthro or Feral, even - were able to get along so well was because they all bonded over their  dislike of kibble. As Stray finished his bowl, he could see that being true. He'd rather eat shit, literal shit. At least that would have flavor.

When he was done with breakfast, Warrant padded over to him. His cock was obviously a little swollen in his sheath, but he didn't try mounting Stray again, yet. He did, however, put his nose into his pet's backside, licking at the dried (and not so dried) cum there. By the time he was done, Stray was achingly hard again, and reached one hand down to touch himself, but Warrant growled, "I can't do that, so you shouldn't either! From now on, you only get to cum if I make you!"

Stray quickly put his hand back on the ground, "Yes, Master."

Stray's father called for them, and they met him at the front door. He let them out into the front yard, and picked Stray up (he went into the bed as before), and had Warrant hop up front with him.

The vet's office was a pleasant fifteen-minute drive away. Stray laid in the bed, enjoying the ride. When they pulled into the lot, Stray saw quite a few other cars, which sent a shiver through him. He'd felt at his anus during the ride, and though Warrant had cleaned it up, he still had very obviously been bred recently. Everyone would see. He wasn't as worried about that as he would have the previous day, but it still wasn't something he was used to, yet.

Warrant's father let him out, and then came around to let Stray out. He attached leashes to both their collars, and led them inside. Stray followed obediently, and found it easier than he expected. Sure, he was naked, on all fours, in a room with other people, but he realized he didn't care anymore. He was in his proper place, it didn't matter what others thought.
Mr. Hawles checked in with the receptionist, and they took their seats. Warrant was perfectly willing, now that he was no longer near the Heat scent, to leave Stray alone, though Stray could see that he was still showing pink. Stray leaned against him, and the Dog whispered in his ear, "Pas gave me a talk on the way here. You are mine to fuck whenever I want, he was very clear about that. But he told me to be good at the vet's, and not fuck you in front of all these people, even though you'd probably enjoy being put on display like that."

Stray actually giggled, "I think I would, actually. It was actually really hot, Tommy seeing you tied with me. We...could put on a show for him, later."

Warrant grinned, "Count me in."

They chatted a bit more, until the receptionist called them in. They filed her to an examination room, and Mr. Hawles hefted Stray onto the table.

The vet was human, and like everyone else he'd encountered so far, took one look at Stray's 'LEGAL NONHUMAN' collar and immediately relegated him to the status of an animal. He gave Stray a standard physical, not commenting on the boy's obviously used anus. The vaccine shots are next, and though painful, they were routine. The next bit, however, started to make the boy nervous.

"So, I understand Stray here is new to his status? Had he had any difficulties adjusting?" the man asked Mr. Hawles.

"Why are you asking?" Stray's Owner replied.

The vet spread his hands, "I get bonuses from a company called Parasol. They design. ..modifications...that can help with cases like this."

"What kind of modifications? What might you suggest?"

"Off the bat? Well, there's a 'very long-term release' Biofoam insert that
can prevent his knees and legs from getting damaged from being on all fours for prolonged periods. The last 'legal nonhuman' I dealt with also had a problem relieving herself where an animal ought to, so I recommended her owner that she get a minor procedure which destroyed her ability to actively control her bladder and bowels. The boy would still be able to feel it coming, but would not be able to avoid relieving himself. The other patient's owner said that only a bit of retraining was necessary before she had no further problems in that regard. Before my last suggestion, a question - are you allowing Warrant to breed him? If so, my sponsors make a genetically engineered organ that has had excellent results in testing. It produces a individualized estrus scent, along with some chemical behavioral conditioners. If Stray had that implanted, Warrant would no longer need libido suppressants when a female of his Tribe is in Heat - Stray would produce estrus scent at a strength proportional to the amount of time since Warrant last copulated with him. The longer Warrant goes without, the stronger the scent that Stray would put off, increasing the likelihood of Warrant desiring to breed him. In testing, the Feral subject only needed to mate with the test subject twice before only the test subject's estrus affected him."

Warrant had heard the part about not needing the pills anymore, and was sold on it. Mr. Hawles asked a few more questions, and managed to be talked into having all three procedures done. Stray, of course, was not consulted. Instead, once the vet had gotten Mr. Hawles' approval, he was immediately carted out of the room to have them done. With delicate use of Biofoam, all three could be done on an outpatient basis.

At least they sedated him for the surgeries. When he woke, he didn't feel much different, but he knew he'd been altered. It wasn't all bad - he felt no pain in his knees or legs as he was led out to Warrant and Mr. Hawles.

The surgeon held Stray's leash short as Warrant approached. The Feral mounted him without much fanfare. Stray wasn't embarrassed, this time, and it helped that the mounting was much easier this time. It felt natural, and he shamelessly humped back into Warrant's thrusting, moaning loudly and begging for his mate to knot him. Warrant was equally eager to comply, and tied him quickly, this time remaining on his
back to wait out the tie.

It was only once Warrant's hips stilled that Stray felt the shame. He'd acted like a bitch in Heat, a Feral one. Warrant's father had a tent in his pants, and Stray knew with certainty that he was going to fuck him next.

The surgeon handed Stray's leash back to Mr. Hawles, who held it in one paw while he encouraged Warrant to step over. Once his son complied, Mr. Hawles led Warrant back out through the waiting room, dragging Stray along by the knot. The entire time they were in the waiting room,  Stray couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Though most of the owners here had normal pets, there were a couple humans with Ferals here as well. These, and their Ferals, stopped Mr. Hawles, asking about Stray. It seemed they wanted to pay the Dog for use of his human, so their own Ferals - a St. Bernard and a Cougar could get their rocks off. Mr. Hawles told them firmly that Stray was not 'open use', much to the boy's relief.

This time, Mr. Hawles had to lift both of them into the truck's bed, on their sides, before heading out. It was as the truck was pulling out that it hit him - he'd been altered against his will. From now on, he wouldn't be able to 'hold it', and he'd likely react the same way he just had, when Warrant mounted him. Every single time. That was the last of his humanity, he felt. He really was an animal, now. At the start of the vet visit, he'd been warming up to his new role...but now he saw it for what it was - he was Warrant's sex slave. No human or Anthro here had batted an eye at Stray - to them, he was just another pet. Even Warrant was probably starting to see him as just another toy. Something he could fuck whenever he wanted.

He started crying. Really crying. The full ramifications of his choice were crashing home to him. The worst part was that he'd chosen this willingly. He could argue all he liked that he hadn't known the consequences, but that would have been a lie. He'd thought it would be hot, that it would be erotic. It was, sometimes. But at the end of the day, he was nothing.

"I'm so sorry, Stray. I know Pas only got talked into this because he knows I hate the pills. We ruined you. I ruined you - you did all this for me... and we both know I would never have allowed myself to be your pet. I thought I'd like being in charge of a two-legs...but this just makes me feel guilty and sick. It might've been better if I hadn't thought up that stupid test, and we just let you come live with us awhile before you and I got to go to Wildfire...but now...I can't look them in the eyes, and say we're mates. I took that away from us both, because I'd been thinking with my knot. You shouldn't forgive me. You can hate me, I'd deserve it. I knew what this life was like, and I..."

Stray had stopped crying to listen, hearing the raw emotion in Warrant's voice. Aside from the Dog's tone, he could tell that the words were in earnest because Warrant had dragged himself out of his orgasmic bliss to say them. "Warrant, stop. I made a choice. And yeah, it has just hit me how dumb it was. I don't have a choice anymore - I'm more than committed, now.  But I don't hate you. I am your mate, and all the rest of this is worth that, to me. We'll go to Wildfire, and we can...maybe they can help us fix this."

"I love you, Joey. I really do."

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