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Hey, does this count as one'a them there Isekais? :P

Hope you enjoy it!

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "New Leash on Life\n\nA Kinky Story by HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/\" TerinasTiger for HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blazingpelt/\" BlazingPelt \n\nYou are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind. \n\nIt is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.\n\nWithin it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination. \n\nYou are entering...\n\n The Commission Zone.\n\n - - - - \n\n``Mmm... murr... sushi... yummy...'' Jake mumbled in his sleep, a bit of drool escaping his lips as he rolled over onto his side. The housecat slept nearly nude, save for a collar around his neck and a pair of deep navy boxer shorts that strained and stretched against his backside and privates, as if he was wearing underwear just one size too small. A pelt of flint fur rippled up the side of Jake's body, the colorful shade of gray covering his body almost everywhere, save for an underbelly of creamy white fuzz that stretched from his pecs down to his crotch. Charcoal stripes ran up and down the back of the housecat's body, from the tip of his tail up to the fuzz along the backs and sides of his head. One ear twitched as his catnap continued. ``Roll it in th' soy sauce an' wasabi...'' Smacking his lips and dreaming of tastier times, Jake only started to stir when he felt his bladder requesting his attention. \n\n``Mmmrwar... did I oversleep?'' Sitting up with a jingle from the little silver bell clipped to his collar, Jake rubbed at one eye with a paw, groaning and blinking a few times to let his vision clear. ``I thought my alarm clock would wake me up at 8 am on the dot-'' Trying to figure out what happened, Jake turned his head towards the brown hardwood end table his alarm clock sat upon and squinted to focus his blurry vision.\n\nOr rather, he looked towards the direction where he thought his alarm clock was.\n\nThere was no end table. There was no alarm clock. All he saw was a blank eggshell wall, a beige electrical outlet, and hardwood floor. \n\nStill trying to process what was happening in his sleepy stupor, Jake reached for his glasses without looking away from the wall, finding them tucked under a fuzzy part of his bed nearby. With his glasses on, the feline blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't somehow hallucinating, the tabby soon found that blinking his deep blue eyes was not making what he was seeing any different. ``I- I don't understand-`` He reached out to touch the wall, still skeptical it was really there. ``Where- where am I?'' The young feline felt his tail floofing up in anxiety as he gazed around the room he'd woken up in, trying to figure out his surroundings. To steady his nerves, Jake began to mutter to himself. ``Ok... stay calm, man. Try to figure out where you are. Ok, so no room in my apartment has hardwood floors, so I'm not in my house. Even if someone somehow redecorated while I was asleep, they couldn't rip up the carpeting or replace the floor in just one night. Come to think of it, my bed feels a bit weird...'' He looked downwards for the first time. And his eyes bulged in surprise. ``This... is not my bed, either.''\n\nThe slate tabby cat hadn't been sleeping in the queen-sized bed he remembered laying down to rest in. There were no bedsheets, blankets, or anything covering his body. The bed was round, with small plush edges that rose up all around him. The surface of the bed was smooth on the outsides, the fabric of it dyed a deep brown. But every inner surface was a dusty grey and fuzzy, from the interior of the small ``walls'' to the large pillow beneath Jake's backside. The entire bed was round, and lay on the floor without a bedframe. \n\nHe had been sleeping in a giant pet bed, resting on the floor of what looked like a giant living room.\n\nLooking over the edge of the bed, he could see letters sewn onto the front of it, bright red crimson lettering standing out against the brown of the bed. It read ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles Naptime Spot!'' and just by reading it, Jake felt his face getting hot. ``W-what the heck?!?''\n\nReaching up to grip at his head with both his paws, Jake sprawled back onto the pet bed, shutting his eyes. ``S-stay calm. Stay calm...'' Repeating those two words like they were a mantra, he breathed in and out for a few slow, deep breaths. ``Be rational about this. You're a programmer. Be logical and analyze the data you have. First, this isn't a dream, or at least I feel too lucid for it to be one. So... I have to assume this is reality. The simplest explanation is usually the best. But what's the simplest explanation?'' Another deep breath in. Another deep breath out. Jake felt his heart rate relaxing, as he tried to work through this all. ``I'm in a kitty bed, wearing a collar like some domesticated pet. This looks like someone's living room, but everything looks at least two or three feet too big for me. Like I've been shrunk, or whoever lives here is some kind of giant. And I'm sleeping in a bed meant for a `Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles'.'' Just saying THAT name out loud made the tabby cringe and stick out his tongue. ``So... logically, I can infer someone or something took me from my home and moved me here. Put me in some weird scenario where positionally I look like some pet. But where even is `here'?!? Was this a kidnapping or... something else? Argh, I don't have enough data! I guess I have to look around.''\n\nFeeling much more calm, Jake pushed himself up to his footpaws, feeling them sink into the fuzzy, fluffy surface of the pet bed and stepped off of it, wincing for a moment as his sensitive pawpads touched the chilly hardwood floor. ``I really miss my apartment's shag carpeting...'' He mumbled to himself, as he walked along the floor and out of the giant living room. \n\n Exploring the whole house let him wander through a kitchen with countertops just a few feet taller than he was, a dining room with a dinner table and chairs he'd need both arms to climb onto, a bathroom (which helped him sort out the bladder problem that had woken him up, even if the toilet was a bit too big for him to awkwardly sit on), the living room he'd woken up in, and what looked like an entryway, all decorated like someone's private living space. He discovered other rooms, but the doors to each of them were shut, and the doorknobs that were about as high up as his head just rattled when he tried to turn them. Rather than trying to kick a door in (Which would've made a lot of noise and seemed like enough effort that the tabby cat chose not to even try to attempt until he'd run out of other things to investigate), Jake decided to look for other avenues of escape. He was too short to see much out of any windows he discovered, save for a blue sky and occasional glimpses of white clouds. Wherever he went, he found odd little details that stuck out to him as strange: A calendar hung in the kitchen, but the days of the week had odd names like ``Xleensday'' and ``Caturday''. The living room had a globe sitting on a desk (that he had to get on his tippy-toes to even see the surface of). But even just by looking at it, he couldn't recognise any of the continents depicted on the globe. The dining room had what looked like crystalline blue flowers growing out of a flower pot, which he could have dismissed as some fancy decoration except for the fact that the pot was filled with soil that both looked and felt moist to the touch.\n\nReturning to the living room he'd started out in, Jake considered what he'd seen. ``Either someone's going to enormous lengths to gaslight me for some unfathomable reason... or I've somehow woken up in another world entirely, just one that's weirdly similar to my own, and where everyone's just a bit taller than me.'' The tabby felt his tail thrashing behind him in irritation. ``The worst part is I can't rule out the second option as crazy. If someone were gaslighting me, wouldn't they have shown up or done something to talk to me by now? A pet owner coming to call me-`` His blue eyes rolled involuntarily as he sullied his tongue saying the name ``-`Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles', and try to convince me I really am just their pet housecat?'' \n\nThe fact that he'd been alone for what Jake estimated had been at least an hour suggested that whoever had brought him here had no real vested interest in keeping an eye on him. ``If my abductor is leaving me alone... that almost makes sense if they really believe me to be a pet. Plenty of pet owners leave their pets alone in their houses at times. Like when they go off to work, or to a grocery store, or-``\n\nThe loud rumbling noise of an electric motor announced to Jake that he might be face-to-face with whoever was behind his present situation sooner rather than later. ``That sounds like- a Garage Door opener? Oh shit!'' Jake grit his teeth. ``Meeting whoever's coming here might be a good way of getting answers... but what if they aren't friendly?'' In a split second, the tabby made a decision: He didn't want to be here when whoever opened the garage door entered the strange house. His mind raced for an avenue of escape. ``Wait! I thought I felt a breeze before, back when I was exploring the kitchen...'' Dropping to all fours, Jake scampered as fast as his arms and legs could carry him, the silver bell around his collar jingling as he raced. His heart racing like a stampeding bull, the housecat scanned the upper walls of the kitchen for windows. ``Closed, closed, closed... there!'' Finally, his deep blue eyes found one: A window that was just slightly ajar with no screen between him and the freedom of the outdoors. With some effort, he dragged a chair from the dining room over into the kitchen, using it as a stepping stone to more easily climb onto the kitchen counters he hadn't been able to reach before. \n\nJake could hear the sounds of someone moving, coming from the same direction he'd heard the noise of the garage door opening from. ``Gotta hurry...'' Scrambling along the kitchen counter, Jake knocked over a few pots and pans someone had left out on the counter as he darted for the window. Behind him, he could hear the rattling and clicking sound of someone working to unlock a door into the kitchen. Jake gazed up at the window, its base just one foot above the counters. Outside, he could see a disturbingly familiar picture of suburbia. Without any time to hesitate or investigate, Jake pushed his head through the narrow gap between window and wall. ``Rrrrrff... tight f-fit...'' It was just slightly too small to easily accommodate him, but Jake was a cat, and with feline flexibility and a bit of effort, he pushed his head through and was working on getting the rest of his body slid through. The firm, slick side of the window pressed against his fur and skin, as he shoved with his legs, hanging halfway through the window.\n\nFrom behind him, Jake could hear a door opening. Gritting his teeth, the tabby cat pushed with all his might. For just a moment, he caught a whiff of a spicy, musky scent intermingling the scent of sweat and a hint of something dry and earthy, like vetiver, from behind him. That bouquet felt oddly familiar, and just a hint of it sent a tingle, like a slight jolt of electricity, down his spine and up through his cock, making it stiffen. In that moment, some instinct in Jake made him pause, as he considered turning back to investigate that curious combination of aromas that made his shaft stiffen. \n\n``I'm HOOOOME!'' A deep baritone voice jolted Jake out of introspection. ``Rrrrrrrf!'' The housecat flailed his arms in exertion as he shoved with his legs. With a popping sound, he felt his body push all the way through the narrow gap. Jake plunged downward headfirst, a lawn of bright blue grass rising up to meet him. Thrusting his arms forward, Jake smacked into the turf, landing on all fours in the finest of feline traditions. ``No time, no time. Gotta get outta here!'' Without bothering to stand back up, the tabby thrust his head up to look around for some cover. Seeing a few huge bushes with blue-green leaves in what looked like neighboring house's lawn, Jake took off like a shot, racing for the cover of the shrubs to dart inside them. His heart was racing as he lurked in his new hiding spot.\n\nFrom the window he'd climbed out of, he saw a blur of something golden-brown and heard a deep voice speaking to the interior of the home. ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles? Where are you?''\n\nWith a sigh of relief, Jake curled up into a ball, letting his pulse slow as he rested under the shade of the blue-green shrub. For just a moment, he had peace. And he wasn't being subjected to the name ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles''. Both were good reasons to let himself relax for a few minutes. ``Ok... I'm not trapped in that huge... house... at some giant's mercy. I still don't know where I am or what's going on, though.'' He turned to gaze down at his sprawled form, slate fur and charcoal stripes on full display. ``Aaaand I'm still naked.'' As he lifted his head back up to gaze back out from his hiding spot, the faint jingling of a bell reminded him he wasn't completely naked. ``Oh right... I'm still wearing this collar.'' Reaching up, Jake tucked his fingers underneath it. ``Huh. Weird how I didn't really think about it before now. It's kind of weird how normal it feels to wear it.'' He frowned. ``Like I'm someone's pet... Maybe- Maybe I should take it off?'' For a moment, the tabby cat considered that thought, his paw resting against the pink band of fabric around his neck.\n\nBut Jake hesitated. Never got beyond considering it. Taking off the collar felt wrong in some instinctive way; or like he was a naughty child breaking a parent's rule and sneaking cookies before supper. The thought of being without his collar felt more like being naked than he'd felt walking around that house without clothes on. ``I- I shouldn't. I don't want to be a bad kitty.'' A moment later, he shook his head and blinked. ``I m-mean, I don't know why I'm wearing it in the first place and so far this whole situation seems to be designed to make me feel like some big creature's pet. What if there's some strange animal control that'd hunt me down if I went without a collar? Y-yeah, that makes sense.'' He let his fingers slide out from between the pink collar and his neck, and as he did, the tension drained out of his mind. ``T-that makes sense, yeah. At least until I know more about where I am, I should probably keep wearing it.'' He took a deep breath. ``Y-yeah.''\n\nTo take his mind off the naughty idea of taking off his collar, Jake pushed back up onto all fours to gaze out onto the world beyond his leafy hiding spot. Continuing what he'd seen within the giant house he'd woken up in, he found himself staring out onto some kind of suburb in the Uncanny Valley; everything looked just familiar enough to make the oddities like crystal flowers feel unsettling. In addition to the one-story house he'd woken up in, he could see a culdesac of other houses of similar size; there were differences in color and decoration, but all of them were single-story buildings with the same one-car garage and same general shape. The biggest differences from the world he remembered, apart from size, were in the plantlife: Jake noticed a tree with bright purple leaves and crystalline, cubelike ``fruit'' in one house's yard; the bushes he was hiding in had blue-green leaves with a spiked four-blade shape he didn't recognize, and growing along the front of one house he saw bushes with what looked almost like eyeballs growing out of them. ``This... is making me feel very much like I'm in some alien world...'' Jake muttered, trying to decide what that meant.\n\nThe tabby cat's ruminations suddenly ended when he felt something cool and wet pushing up against his fuzzy butt. \n\nAll the fur on his tail and up his back puffed up in alarm, as Jake whirled around to look towards whoever or whatever was sniffing at his private areas. Fluffy metallic yellow fur and a tan nose greeted him, as he found himself gazing into the green eyes of a muscular Golden Retriever who had bent over to sniff at his rear end. ``Hello Cat!'' The creature barked at him as Jake rapidly looked over the dog. At first he believed he was looking at a feral golden retriever, but further investigation proved the assumption wrong: This creature was humanoid, just standing on all fours as he was, and wearing a cherry-red collar with a silver tag. Their pink tongue was flopping out for a moment of panting, before they closed their muzzle and wagged their tail behind them. ``I smelled you in my favorite bush from downwind, and thought I'd come see what you were doing?''\n\n``I- I-`` Jake blinked a few times. ``I'm just r-resting, that's all!'' He felt his face getting hot as the bigger male took a step forward towards him. This canine smelled earthy and sweaty, like he'd been working outside in the sun for a while.\n\n``Neat! Mind if I rest against you?'' The golden retriever didn't bother waiting for a response as he pushed into Jake to knock him back on his side, his fur rubbing against Jake's own fuzzy pelt. Crawling down to push up against him, the big dog spooned into the tabby cat. Jake felt something firm and fleshy pushing against his ass, and could smell a spicy musk starting to creep into the dog's scents. ``Mmm... you smell nice just like always, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!''\n\n``W-wait!'' Jake hissed, feeling the dog's cock starting to stiffen against his cheeks. He pulled away from the canine. His face felt hot, his cock stiffening despite his confusion. There was something about the big dog that felt oddly familiar, and oddly comforting. ``Y-you know me?'' He scrambled up to his footpaws again, finding his gaze drifting back down towards the bigger male... and lingering on the bright red bulge growing between the golden retriever?s thighs. \n\n``Uh, duh?'' His question was met with a distinctly canine head tilt and a confused tone from the big dog. ``Our owners have been neighbors for years!'' With a slight titter, the prone canine patted the ground nearby him as if inviting Jake to lay back down, with his golden tail thumping into the ground behind him. ``I used to chase you up trees all the time as a pup, until I grew older and bigger and realized you were more fun to hump than to chase!''\n\nJake felt like his brain was short-circuiting when he tried to consider what he'd just heard. The tabby felt like he was an overclocked computer melting down. If it was physically possible for smoke to rise out of his ears, he was sure it would have. ``WHA-WHA-WHAT?!?''\n\nAnother canine head tilt. ``You're acting really silly, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles! Did you hit your head or something?''\n\nHis face flushed with embarrassment. ``That- that's not my name! And I don't even know you! You're thinking of s-someone else!''\n\n``Aru?'' The golden retriever rose back up, a frown creasing his muzzle. ``No I'm not. You're wearing the same collar with the same pretty silver bell on it...'' He pushed into Jake again, his snout pushing up to sniff at Jake's neck. Jake stumbled back a moment later, but the dog had gotten a noseful of scent already. ``And you smell just like my friend Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles too. The nose knows, which means you've gotta be him.'' \n\nWhen the golden retriever had sniffed at him, he'd gotten close enough for Jake to have a chance to sniff at him too. Acting on pure instinct, the tabby cat had sniffed at him, and he couldn't deny that the scent was oddly familiar... and made his cock harden between his legs, as if it knew something the rest of him didn't. ``Nnnnrgh- NO!'' Jake shook his head, hissing again, his tail lifting up behind him. ``My name's Jake! This is all so fucking weird! I don't know you, but I feel like I do know you, and-``\n\n``Oh! I get it now!'' Some spark of recognition flashed in the golden retriever's green eyes. \n\nThe statement was enough for Jake to pause his outburst. ``You- you do?''\n\nRapid nods answered his question before words did. ``Uh-huh! Uh-huh! You're Relapsing!'' The dog let out an amused titter, as if what he just said made some kind of sense Jake wasn't privy to. ``I went through the same thing last year; I started feeling really confused about everything and claiming I was an ``N-Gin-Ear'' from some weird place called ``San Mateo''.'' Rolling his eyes, the big dog laughed. ``I even acted like my Daddy and tried to drive a car! Can you imagine that?!?'' He started to crawl around Jake on all fours, circling him like a shark circling prey in the water. ``So my Daddy had to take me to the vet and they tied me down with leashes and made me breath in musk that smelled like my Daddy as I stared at a weird swirly-screen. My head felt really funny and my cock felt really throbby and I made puddles of cum all over while they put some ``meddy-sin'' in my butt.'' He frowned. ``I didn't like it at first but after a while I just got really hot and horny whenever I smelled my Daddy's scent an' the swirls on the screen started to make my brain feel really good and warm.'' With a few wags of his tail, the golden retriever murred. ``Then afters I felt really dizzy and horny for a few days after and couldn't think of ANYTHING other than humping a pillow. But then I remembered I'm just a dumb doggy named Poofers who loves his daddy!''\n\nJake's ears splayed and his deep blue eyes widened. ``You- you were an Engineer from San Mateo?''\n\nThe Golden Retriever started panting again, staining the ground under the bush with some slobber before pulling his tongue back in to speak. ``Nah, I was just bein' silly and confused for a little while!''\n\n``No, I mean-`` The tabby cat frowned. ``It sounds like brainwashing!''\n\n``Yuppers!'' Poofers nodded as if Jake had just asked him if there was milk left in the refrigerator. ``That's what the Vet called it! I was really scared when I heard it too, but it felt really good after a while!'' The golden retriever apparently named ``Poofers'' took a step towards Jake, who tensed his body in preparation to turn and run. ``Hey, maybe you'll get better if we leash you up and make you breathe someone's musk too!'' \n\n``Ack! Get away!'' The tabby cat turned to run, but stopped when he felt a sharp pain in his tail. Even without looking back he could feel Poofer's grip tightening against his tail. Digging his claws into the soil beneath them like a feral housecat, Jake thrashed and flailed. ``Let go of me! I know where San Mateo is! You weren't crazy!'' He struggled and hissed, thrashing against Poofer's grip. ``I-if you let me go, we can both find a way to escape together! You don't have to be a dumb doggy!'' The housecat felt himself overpowered, pulled back into the embrace of the bigger, stronger male as the shrub shuddered around them.\n\n``Hmm...'' Tilting his head, Poofers made a show of considering the cat's request, furring his brow. ``...Nah!'' The dog dragged Jake behind him. ``I'd miss chewing on my rubber squeaky octopus, not to mention lifting my tail for my Daddy Wolfie's cock!'' Poofers pulled them both out of the bush and into the neighbor's yard. ``Rrrrrfff...This is for your own good, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' The big dog pushed himself up to a standing position, slinging Jake over one shoulder as he started to lumber across the yard with Jake yowling and squirming against his grip. ``Lotsa pets have Relapsed around here before and it always goes the same way, so I know we can help you get sorted out!'' Jake kicked and hissed, smacking his fists against Poofer's muscular back, but it felt about as powerful as hitting a concrete wall with a bag of wet sand. Poofers walked towards the other end of ``his'' house's lawn, standing near a tree, and lifted his head up. ``Ruuuffff! Ruff! Arroooooooo!''\n\n \n\nFor a moment, Jake paused his struggle, straining his neck to see what the dog was barking for: He was calling another dog, a big naked German Shepherd, to rise up on his back legs and walk towards them from a little wooden doghouse in the next yard over. The shepherd wore a spiked black collar. And nothing else. Jake felt his face get hot as he found himself watching the muscular dog's fat balls bouncing with every step. The new dog's collar had a metal chain clipped to it, fastened to a post in that yard. Just getting to the edge of his yard stretched it to nearly its limit. ``Oh, hello Poofers! You brought a cat with you!'' Jake watched as the german shepherd leaned in to push his nose towards Poofer's neck, sniffing at it for a moment before moving to push his nose up against the tabby cat's own cheeks, sniffing there for a moment as Jake felt a cool, moist nose pushing up against the cleft of his ass. ``He smells familiar, but I don't think I've met him before!''\n\n``Let me go!'' Jake cried out. ``He's abducting me! Poofers is abducting me!'' He shouted out loud, hoping that he could convince the other dog to help him, or at least draw someone else's attention to his situation.\n\nIgnoring him, Poofers nodded as the german shepherd broke into a pant. ``Yup! This is Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles! My daddy's other neighbor owns him, so you might not have sniffed him much before, Spike!'' Poofers looked back and forth for a moment, before lifting a paw to curl around one side of his lips, as if he were about to tell the German Shepherd a secret. ``He's having a Relapse.''\n\nJake could turn his head just enough to watch the two talk, as he saw Spike's bronze eyes go wide. ``Oh no!''\n\n``Uh-huh! Uh huh!'' The golden retriever nodded. ``So I thought we could do what my Daddy did for me, an' leash Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles down an' make him smell our musk until he's all better. Will you help us?''\n\n``That's not what they did!'' Jake yowled like a feral cat, smacking against Poofer's chest with his legs ineffectually. ``You're just being crazy!'' \n\n``Hmm...'' Spike tilted his head and rubbed his chin, as if contemplating something. If he had any reaction to Jake's words, he didn't show it, gazing back at Poofers the whole time. ``Can I hump one end of him if I help out?''\n\nJake's ears perked up and he felt his cock stiffening. ``WHAT?!?'' He blurted out, while his traitorous tail lifted up behind him, as if trying to advertise that his pucker was so woefully unfilled and could use something stuffed inside it.\n\n``Sure! I can have one end if you take the other!'' Poofers nodded rapidly. ``Maybe if we do a really good job, he'll get as addicted to our musk like I am to my Daddy's, and he'll keep coming back to us for more!'' Jake could see the golden retriever's tail wagging rapidly as he finished that sentence.\n\n``Hey yeah! That would be really fun! I don't get to hump a lot of guys other than my Daddy...'' Spike whimpered, and as he turned his head back to stare at the doberman, Jake watched as the canine's lower lip puffed out in a pout and he reached down to fondle his balls. ``Daddy says I look so scary I scare off most of the other pets. But I hafta stay outside to guard the house most of the time and my balls just get sooooo full...''\n\n``Awrr... you need more friends! I can help!'' Poofers said, unslinging Jake like a sack of potatoes he'd carried over one shoulder. ``Here, can we use your chain leash to keep him from running away?''\n\n``Sure, but I can't take it off myself! Daddy says pets that take off their own leashes are... naughty!'' Spike ended his sentence with a whine and a splay of his ears. The inflection on that final word said in the same tone Jake had heard repressed christian girls at church using to talk about having lustful thoughts about their crush. \n\n``Oh! Hm.'' Poofers frowned. ``We need a leash to help Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles though, I think?'' The golden retriever tilted his head.\n\nOnly for Jake to watch as Spike's ears perked back up. ``Oh! I know! My owner keeps a few extra leashes along with the rest of my toys outside in this big box near the front door! Come on, let's use those!''\n\n``What?!?'' Jake hissed, as the two big dogs lumbered across Spike's yard, towards a large grey box that looked like it was made of plastic. Jake heard a creak as the box opened, but as the two dogs bent over to poke their snouts inside, his range of vision was too crowded by their heads to get a clear view of what they were looking at.\n\n``Woah!'' Poofers', at least, sounded impressed. ``Your daddy bought you a fleshlight? I want one!''\n\nSpike's reply was prefaced with a slight chuckle. ``Well, I have a lotta time to myself `cause I'm a guard dawg, you know?''\n\nAs Poofers and Spike reached into the box, Jake made one last attempt to escape. Pushing himself up and away from Poofer's fuzzy golden chest, he scrabbled his footpaws against the muscular dog's torso, trying to break free of the arm pinning him over the canine's shoulder. Poofers just grunted and clamped down harder with his free hand, and the only thing that came of his struggles was aching muscles in the tabby's hindquarters. With a sigh, Jake folded his arms against the golden retriever?s back and grumbled. ``Hmmmph!'' He puffed his cheeks out in irritation. Whatever was going on, he wasn't going to get out of this. His earlier anxiety and fear had given way to irritation; Jake was pretty sure whatever these dumb dogs did to him wasn't going to mess with his mind. At best it would be like a lewd version of housepets playing with each other. But thinking about what these two big dogs were going to do made him feel squirmy, his cock stiffening and dribbling precum. He didn't have time to get distracted by those two big strong males grinding into him!\n\nBut if he didn't have a choice in the matter, all he could really do was pout and fume to express his indignation. Here he was, a pretty housecat, being turned into the toy of two stupidly strong sexy neighborhood doggies!\n\nJake's eyes went wide as he felt himself being flipped over and lowered down to the grassy ground of Spike's lawn. ``Wait, where did that thought come from?'' He wasn't a pet, so why had he suddenly thought that he was for a second?\n\nThe tabby was so distracted he didn't hear the clip of a leash to his collar. ``There! Now we just get you all leashed up...'' Spike said with a growl, as he pulled Jake's front paws- his hands, forward to push them together at the wrists.\n\nWorking in tandem with Spike, Poofers began looping the length of a second leash around Jake's wrists, pulling them together. ``And then we remind you that you're just a good pet, like the vet did for me!'' Jake tugged his wrists against the grip of the leash, but the fabric of it was too hard for him to break. ``Don't worry, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles, you'll feel like yourself again soon!'' Jake yowled as he watched Poofers lead the metal clip at one end of the leash down, wrapping the remaining length of the leash around the Tabby's ankles while Spike held them pressed together.\n\n``Lemme go, you mangy mutts!'' From his prone position on the ground, the slender feline could see both of them looming over him, two sets of dangling canine balls jiggling with every motion of their lips. ``I'm not some empty-headed pet like you both are!'' He hissed, but as Poofers bent down to clip the remaining length of leash to the loop at its other end, binding the cat up, those dangling balls got close enough to Jake's face that he could smell the sweat and musk of them. The sharp, spicy scent of the dog's privates sent a shiver down Jake's spine, his cock jolting to attention right in front of the two dog's eyes. ``Nnff... I'm not some... stinky... musky... horny... dog...'' he mumbled, his protest falling silent as he found himself lifting his head up to try and get closer to that mouthwatering aroma. With every sniff, the cat found his thoughts getting a bit more cloudy, thoughts of escape obfuscated under a fog of musky masculine scents.\n\n``Look at his cock grow!'' Spike barked with amusement, moving a paw down to grip it, his fingers getting slick with Jake's juices. ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles must really like your scent, Poofers!'' \n\nJake could feel the edge of the golden retriever?s tail brushing against his thighs as it wagged back and forth. ``Yup! He likes getting humped by me all the time when he's not Relapsing!'' The dog announced proudly as he squatted down to make sure the leash binding the tabby's wrists and ankles was nice and tight. Jake found himself staring at the dog's big, swollen balls and the stiffening, rising canine cock jutting out above them. Poofer's naughty bits were so close, and the scent of the dog made Jake shudder in involuntary arousal, as if his body had been conditioned to find the stink of that dog erotic but his mind never got the memo. Jake felt saliva building in his mouth at the sight of those doggy balls dangling before him. He found thoughts of Poofers smothering his face with them filling his mind. He could imagine the stupid sexy dog giving him a breath of that musk right from the source.\n\nThe slate furred tabby cat didn't have to imagine it for very long.\n\nPoofers squatted down further, his sweaty crotch smushing into Jake's muzzle. ``Mmm... breath deep, kitty-cat!'' He said with a growl. ``Now Spike, as we play with him, we have'ta say the sorts of stuff that the vets made me listen to when I was in my Relapse.''\n\nJake couldn't see Spike anymore with the other dogs? sweaty, wonderful balls smushing against his nose, but he could still hear the doberman. ``Oh... what sorta stuff was that?''\n\nSome part of Jake's mind, an obstinate instinct of rebellion, wanted to bite Poofers now, right in his most sensitive area. But as the golden retriever ground against his feline face, doggy cock drooling precum all over Jake's whiskers, the rest of his mind outvoted it. ``Stuff like: `you are a pet! You're only a pet!' and `you love the smell of your master's musk!' and um, things like `cum out all those smart thoughts and be a dumb doggy forever!'. You know, junk like that!''\n\nThose words almost made Jake register concern, but as he felt Poofers tug on the first leash, clipped to his collar, and pulled him up deeper into the golden retriever?s crotch, he forgot all about it.\n\n``Oh, sure! I can do that!'' Spike's reply came just before Jake felt a finger, slick with some fluid, pushing under his tail and between his cheeks. ``Rrrf... nice an' tight back here!'' Spike barked, his finger pushing to tease at the housecat's tailhole. ``Let's see... um, you are just a silly kitty!''\n\nThat finger squirmed against his tailhole, and Jake felt his whole body vibrating as he began to purr. The deep, throaty noise grew stronger with every pump of one of those dominant doggies' paws on his cock. ``That's a good start, Spike! Ooo, his purring feels good against my cock!'' Jake could hear Poofers grunt with exertion, and felt the dog tugging his leash again. ``Your name isn't `Jake' it's `Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles'.'' A throaty growl filled each of Poofer's words. ``Feel it become more true with each huff of my doggy musk!'' Jake started to slip backwards, but with another tug Poofers pulled his feline snout up to slide along one side of the golden retriever?s cock, leaving a smear of precum along Jake's right cheek. He could feel the fluid hanging from his whiskers.\n\nAfter a moment, Poofers paused. ``Hey, maybe he needs more musk from another source?'' Jake would watch as the golden-furred dog began to turn, lifting his tail and lowering his rump down towards Jake's face. ``Here, take deep breathes of my butt, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' The big dog giggled a bit, as Jake had just a moment to process what was happening before his world became two golden cheeks of muscle, and he found his nose pushed up against Mr. Poofer's pucker. ``Haahaa! Don't squirm too much, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' Poofers tried to stifle a laugh. ``Your whiskers are tickly, and- whoo! Cold, wet nose right there!'' Jake tried to hold his breath, but couldn't manage it for long, breathing in the musky, earthy scents around Mr. Poofer's tailhole, and strangely enough feeling an instinctive urge to lap at it.\n\nHe resisted the urge, but only because what Spike was doing to his rump immediately distracted him.\n\n``Good pets only need to think about serving their masters.'' Spike said, before huffing in exertion as he fingered Jake's tailhole, sliding his probing finger inside to stretch it out. ``And- and playing with other pets.'' He pumped his paw up and down on Jake's cock. ``Fuck... g-getting all horny the more I say this stuff...''\n\nPoofers kept giggling as Jake squirmed under his ass, and finally pulled up and let Jake have a breath of fresh air. ``That was fun, but I don't need a seat right now, and you're too squirmy and tickling me too much for me to focus on saying the words I gotta tell you!'' Turning back around, the golden retriever ran his paws down the back of Jake's head, petting him while humping against his face, his cock and balls smacking against the tabby cat's face again and again. ``Good pets wear their collars... collars make good pets dumb and h-huff-h-horny...'' Jake heard Poofers grunt, thrusting back and forth against his cheeks, leaving each of them soggy with canine precum. Making him reek like doggy lust.\n\nBehind him, he felt Spike's finger slide out of his cheeks. ``Rrrrf... good pets let their owners leash them. L-leashes and collars prove that they're not people, just pets.'' For a moment, Jake almost felt sad about that, but another huff of Poofer's musk made him forget what he was sad about. ``G-good pets love being owned by their masters. Good pets are sluts for the ones who hold their leash.'' Spike said, as Jake felt the doberman lifting his toned legs to rub up against the golden retriever?s back. ``Good pets are happy, brainless, and horny for their owners.''\n\nThe more they repeated those words, the more it felt like fireworks were going off in Jake's mind. It was impossible to tell if the musk in his nose and the teasing to his cock and ass were giving him these constant spikes of pleasure, or if the words were making him feel so good, or both. Both dogs weren't talking to each other anymore, just repeating those phrases as if they themselves were in a trance as they toyed with his body. ``N-nnnfff... aaaah!'' As he felt Spike's cock pushing inside him, Jake's orgasm erupted out of him, spattering all over his tummy and even getting some along his chest! The sudden jolt of busting a nut was so intense that the feline finally found the presence of mind to act, pausing his huffing of Poofer's musky privates to open his muzzle and moan. Spike grunted, humping into his ass, each hump bringing with it another mind-melting flash of pleasure.\n\nBefore he could snap his muzzle shut again, go back to sniffing at Poofer's musk, he felt fingers pushing inside his mouth. ``N-not a person, just a pet. A happy, horny, hungry pet...'' The golden retriever gently pushed Jake's mouth open wider. Jake didn't try to resist. He felt too good. And once he felt Poofer's cock pushing between his lips, his purring resumed. Poofers' fat dick was almost as big as his daddy's, and almost as fun to suck on.\n\nSome part of his mind, in the back of his thoughts, screamed to remind him he wasn't a pet.\n\nA good pet.\n\nWho was leashed.\n\nWho was owned by someone.\n\nWho was happy and horny because he had someone tugging on his leash.\n\nMaking his mouth bounce up and down on that fat canine cock without Jake even having to do more than breath in that musk, swirl his tongue around the head of it, and swallow every drop of what Poofers had to give him. \n\nJake felt like he was on a precipice, the edge of a cliff.\n\n``Arroo... s-soooo c-cuh-close!'' Spike barked out, and Jake could distantly hear the other doggy panting. He felt the heat on the doberman's thighs as he slammed into Jake's rump. Bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jake found he wanted nothing more than to feel both dogs stuffing him on both ends, to give the thirsty kitten his cream.\n\nAnd then he felt Spike pulling out of him with a sudden ``POP!'. Moments later, the doberman howled. ``NOOOOOOO! Pleeeeeese, I was almost there! I wanna play more with the kitty's tight hole!'' The doberman was whimpering about something.\n\nBut Jake barely had the presence of mind to care, so dissociated from his own body that he only felt uncomfortable at the absence of a cock inside his fuzzy rump. Poofers was still there, and from the noises he was making, the tabby figured he was about to have at least one orgasm in him.\n\n``Bad dogs! BAD DOGS! Get off of my pet!'' The sound of that voice was like the rumble of distant thunder. The sensation of it made Jake's cock stiffen again, just from the sound of it. He heard Poofers whimper as two muscular arms covered in brown fur grabbed at the dog, yanking him up and away. Jake heard Mr. Poofers yip and whine as he found himself staring up at someone he didn't recognize.\n\nBut felt like he somehow should.\n\n``D-Dadd-ie?'' He slurred out, some of Mr. Poofer's precum dribbling down his lower lip.\n\nThe creature that yanked the dogs off of him, the owner of that deep baritone voice, was a lion with an ebony mane that fluffed up all around his head and neck. His eyes were a chocolate brown, the same color as his fur. ``Right here.'' Jake felt his cock stiffen back up to attention at that voice. ``You've had quite the adventure today, haven't you Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles? Let's get those kitten mittens of yours all untied.''\n\nJake blinked, feeling like his mind was being pulled back into his body as that big lion bent down to start unwinding the leash binding his wrists and ankles together. He could smell the big predator's scent, spicy yet fruity, lingering on his mane as the big creature worked to free him. His Daddy's musk was buried under smells of coffee, baked goods, and other odors, but Jake could easily tune them all out. ``Mmm... am I in trouble, Daddy?'' He found himself saying, as he parted his legs and enjoyed the freedom of being able to move them again. \n\nThe big lion tossed one leash aside. Behind him, Spike and Poofers whimpered and whined at being interrupted. ``Well, I'm not happy you snuck out of the house.'' The big lion growled and bared his fangs. ``Especially when Daddy came home with a throbbing erection and balls he wanted to drain. I thought I trained you better than that.'' The lion Jake only knew as ``Daddy'' held up the second leash, the one Poofers had clipped to his collar, so Jake saw who was holding it. ``I'm keeping this one where it is. Stare at it. Get a good look at who holds your leash, kitten.'' Daddy held the leash up in front of Jake's eyes. ``Who owns you. Who has always owned you.''\n\nJake's ears splayed against his skull as he felt ashamed of himself for running away. What had ever possessed him to do a thing like that?\n\nBefore he could think on it too hard, Daddy rose back up and started to walk off of the lawn. ``Come along, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles. We'll discuss this when you and I get back home.'' With a firm yank of the leash, Jake realized he either had to crawl behind his Daddy, or be dragged along the ground. Of the two options, he chose to scramble back to all fours and let the big lion lead him home. The whole time, he gazed up at the lion's body, admiring how his muscular, manly ass filled out a pair of khaki pants, how the muscles along his back pulled his powder-blue polo shirt taut, even how smoothly and confidently the lion walked. \n\n``Aww...'' Spike whimpered behind them as they departed. ``Blue balls again...''\n\nJake heard Poofers grumble. ``I was having fun playing with my kitty friend! Hmmph... hey, you wanna just hump each other?''\n\nTheir voices got fainter to Jake's ears as he was led back towards the house he'd escaped from. ``Alright, but you gotta bottom first.'' Spike said just as Daddy led Jake up the sidewalk to their front door.\n\nIt was the last thing he heard of the two dogs before the door slammed shut and Jake was right back where he'd started when he woke up.\n\n``Now then...'' Daddy locked the door before turning to face Jake, folding his arms and snarling. ``What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles?''\n\nA puff of shame filled Jake's mind. ``I-`` He felt so confused. He knew that wasn't his name, but it felt so natural to hear Daddy call him that! He knew he wasn't a pet, but he realized when he thought about it he'd been behaving like one all afternoon: Sleeping in a kitty bed, running around on all fours like it was the most natural thing in the world, even sneaking out of the house to play with other pets!\n\nBut he still felt like something about all that was wrong somehow.\n\n``D-Daddy... I feel so confused.'' Jake admitted, lowering his head as he remained on all fours in front of the massive lion. ``I keep thinking I'm not SUPPOSED to be your pet. That I don't belong to you.'' Shutting his eyes, Jake lowered his head. ``I keep feeling like being called 'Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles' is embarrassing, and that I'm not-`` He stammered, feeling like he was about to say something sacreligious. ``-that I'm not even supposed to wear a collar!'' The tabby whined. Just saying it out loud felt wrong, like he was committing some mortal sin. ``I was so full of those funny thoughts I felt scared an' like I had to run away, and then Poofers said I was `Relapsing', and I don't know what that means, but I don't know-``\n\nDaddy clapped his paws once and Jake felt his mouth shut. Like he'd been trained to be silent at that gesture. ``I think I understand now.'' The lion he knew as Daddy no longer sounded angry, his expression softening. ``This is my fault. I kept putting off your next visit to the vet, and I knew it was a bad idea since you were due for a Relapse Suppression Treatment, but I put it off until the next paycheck again and again.'' Heaving a sigh and rolling his eyes, the big lion lowered his paw, unzipping his fly in front of Jake.\n\nThe tabby cat felt his mouth filling with drool as the first hints of his Owner's musk hit his nostrils. ``D-Daddy, what is Relapsing?'' He still felt like he needed to know, despite the temptation to just bury his face in his master's crotch and rub that delicious spicy musk all over his muzzle.\n\n``Come here, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles.'' Jake's question was met with a tug of the leash, pulling him forward towards his Owner's crotch anyway. ``I'll explain, but you have to help Daddy with his own problem too.'' Jake heard a needy huff escape the lion's mouth. ``Been blue-balled all day. Eric in Accounting picked today of all days to wear those tight hip-huggers and I could see those girly panties of his riding up whenever he passed me in the hall.''\n\nFor some reason the name Eric made Jake hiss. He was tired of hearing of that other male occupying HIS Daddy's attention. But the moment of jealousy was fleeting, as his train of thought derailed the second he saw his master's musky, throbbing cock poking out of a hole in his boxers. The tabby licked his lips, as on pure instinct he moved forward to begin sliding his tongue up and down his Daddy's cock, eagerly cat-cleaning every sweaty, salty, yummy inch of it. He was rewarded with a scratch between the ears and a grunt before his Daddy spoke again. ``You see, kitten... a long time ago our peoples split into two paths: Domesticates and Ferals.'' The lion said. ``We Ferals noticed that Domesticates like you had a natural submissive streak to them. It made sense: You were all smaller and weaker than us, so why wouldn't you want to serve your wild cousins?'' He paused, the lion sighing in bliss as his cock twitched against Jake's lips, spattering precum all over the tabby's face. ``So we Ferals stepped in to take our places above you, dominating you and letting you be the happy, submissive sluts you were always meant to be.''\n\nJake felt his Daddy's cock slide away, and found himself mewling in frustration. He wanted more of his Daddy's juice on him! He wanted his Daddy's lust juices to coat his whole head, to smother the scent of Poofers so everyone could smell who his real owner was. ``Open wide, kitten.'' Daddy said tugging Jake's head forward to follow the lion's cock as he pushed his back up against the wall. ``Be a good pet, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles, and suck Daddy's cock proper.'' Another tug of the leash. The tabby's face was soon reunited with his favorite cock ever.\n\nAnother whimper. Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles- no, Jake, wanted more of his Daddy's juices ON him, not IN him! But he'd been naughty in running away, so instead of protesting, he opened his mouth and sought redemption through obedience. As his mouth slid over the lion's meat, spreading his jaw wide, his Daddy kept speaking. ``But every so often, something happens that messes with the proper order of things. A Domesticate starts acting rebellious.'' The lion paused to moan. ``Fuck, yes, just like that, kitten!'' Jake felt a spurt of precum coat the roof of his muzzle. It was more than he was ready to swallow, and some of it dribbled down his chin. ``And sometimes those Domesticates say weird things. Like how they're not from our world. Or how they're not supposed to be pets. Or how they're supposed to be our equals, not our pets.'' The taste of his master's precum on his tongue lit up Jake's taste buds like he'd never had food before. He found himself purring again, pumping up and down on his Daddy's cock while his paws lifted up to rub at the lion's balls. \n\nThe tabby felt his owner's cock twitching in his mouth. The lion's breathing was quickening. It was almost time. And yet, Daddy kept speaking. ``Nuh- No one's sure- aaah- why it happens. Why- why some pets just go crazy after a little while. Some conspir-aaaaaah- conspiracy nuts think that our universe is s-somehow predatory. Like it reaches- nff- into other worlds and pulls people into it. M-makes them part of it.'' The lion grunted above him. ``N-naturalizes them. M-makes them part of our world. S-some crazies e-even say it rewrites h-history to f-fit them in.'' Daddy shuddered against Jake's muzzle. A moment later, and Jake felt his Daddy loom down over him, paws gripping the back of his head. ``No more movement. Too pent up for playtime.'' The lion growled, the predatory tone in his voice making Jake's cock dribble precum on the tile floor. ``Daddy's going to skull-fuck his kitten.''\n\nThe rest of the story would have to wait, as the lion grunted, thrusting back and forth into Jake's muzzle with jackhammer thrusts, slamming his cock down the slutty housecat's throat again and again. Jake shut his eyes, huffing at his Daddy's musk as he felt the excess fluid pumping into his mouth leaking all over, getting his fuzzy face sloppy with precum and saliva. Each thrust slapped Daddy's balls against his chin, as the housecat savored being used as a toy for his owner. The leash yanked his neck forward, until Jake was deep-throating the lion, unable to move away even if he tried.\n\nAnd then, suddenly, with a mighty roar, Jake's Daddy flooded his throat, a torrent of white-hot lion cum pumping down towards the housecat's tummy. The warmth spread through Jake's body, as he felt his own paw racing up and down his own cock. When had he even started masturbating? He couldn't remember, but it felt right to touch himself when being mounted by the mighty Feral beast holding his leash. Jake milked his Daddy's cock for all he could, before he felt his leash slacken and the feral feline pushing his head off of that yummy cock. ``Haaah... haaah...'' Jake panted, feeling fresh air fill his lungs again after what felt like forever. He spurted a moment later, his cum staining into the fur of his paw. Flopping over on his butt, he sat on the floor, breathing and grooming his paw of his own yummy seed as he watched his Daddy recovering from that flood of an orgasm he'd pumped into his pet. \n\nIt took a few minutes before Jake's breathing eased, and he could speak again. ``T-Thank you, Daddy, for helping me realize those weird thoughts in my head were just me being silly.'' He said, feeling more fulfilled with a belly full of lion cum than he thought he'd ever have felt when he was bothered by those silly thoughts he'd woken up with. Still, something made his muzzle crease into a frown. ``...I still hate being called Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles though.''\n\nThe lion just chuckled. ``Don't worry. Once we get you into the vet's for an RST, all those bad thoughts will leak out of your mind again, and you'll love your cute kitten pet name again.'' \n\nDrunk off his Daddy's cum, the lion's scent soaked into his fur like a perfume, Jake thought that sounded like the best idea he'd ever heard. ``Oh gosh, thank you Daddy! I love you!'' He got up to nuzzle his face against his Daddy's cock in a show of housecat affection.\n\nAnd everything felt right in the Tabby's world again.\n\nTHE END!\n\nHaving a little trouble properly imagining the size difference between the ferals and domestics, this makes it feel like 2x but then that makes the sex seem very difficult.\n\nAgreeing with this comment. What kind of scale do you want to establish here? Personally, what I?m imagining makes sense for this setting is like, 1.25x-1.5x the size of normal furniture/items. Where everything would be just a little too big, a little too unwieldy for a \"domesticate\" like Jake to use. Not impossible, just improbable. Like, could get onto a couch, but would have to really use upper body strength to pull himself up.\n\nThus would make reaching doorknobs possible, but they?d be at like head height or a little bit more. Ultimately up to commissioner?s preferences, on if they want this to be more pet-play focused or to lean into the like, slight macro/micro vibes such size difference gives off\n\nMacro/micro doesn?t personally hit any buttons, so I?d lean more towards 1.5x at most, maybe more like 1.3-1.4x. Would effectively be like if the world were built for the tallest people. \"improbable, not impossible, to use\" feels like the key\n\nWorking on revising story in subtle ways to communicate this. Going for x1.5 times larger. Thank you for feedback!\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "New Leash on Life

A Kinky Story by   HYPERLINK "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/"; TerinasTiger  for   HYPERLINK "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blazingpelt/"; BlazingPelt

You are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind.

It is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.

Within it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination.

You are entering...

 The Commission Zone.

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``Mmm... murr... sushi... yummy...'' Jake mumbled in his sleep, a bit of drool escaping his lips as he rolled over onto his side. The housecat slept nearly nude, save for a collar around his neck and a pair of deep navy boxer shorts that strained and stretched against his backside and privates, as if he was wearing underwear just one size too small. A pelt of flint fur rippled up the side of Jake's body, the colorful shade of gray covering his body almost everywhere, save for an underbelly of creamy white fuzz that stretched from his pecs down to his crotch. Charcoal stripes ran up and down the back of the housecat's body, from the tip of his tail up to the fuzz along the backs and sides of his head. One ear twitched as his catnap continued. ``Roll it in th' soy sauce an' wasabi...'' Smacking his lips and dreaming of tastier times, Jake only started to stir when he felt his bladder requesting his attention.

``Mmmrwar... did I oversleep?'' Sitting up with a jingle from the little silver bell clipped to his collar, Jake rubbed at one eye with a paw, groaning and blinking a few times to let his vision clear. ``I thought my alarm clock would wake me up at 8 am on the dot-'' Trying to figure out what happened, Jake turned his head towards the brown hardwood end table his alarm clock sat upon and squinted to focus his blurry vision.

Or rather, he looked towards the direction where he thought his alarm clock was.

There was no end table. There was no alarm clock. All he saw was a blank eggshell wall, a beige electrical outlet, and hardwood floor.

Still trying to process what was happening in his sleepy stupor, Jake reached for his glasses without looking away from the wall, finding them tucked under a fuzzy part of his bed nearby. With his glasses on, the feline blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't somehow hallucinating, the tabby soon found that blinking his deep blue eyes was not making what he was seeing any different. ``I- I don't understand-`` He reached out to touch the wall, still skeptical it was really there. ``Where- where am I?'' The young feline felt his tail floofing up in anxiety as he gazed around the room he'd woken up in, trying to figure out his surroundings. To steady his nerves, Jake began to mutter to himself. ``Ok... stay calm, man. Try to figure out where you are. Ok, so no room in my apartment has hardwood floors, so I'm not in my house. Even if someone somehow redecorated while I was asleep, they couldn't rip up the carpeting or replace the floor in just one night. Come to think of it, my bed feels a bit weird...'' He looked downwards for the first time. And his eyes bulged in surprise. ``This... is not my bed, either.''

The slate tabby cat hadn't been sleeping in the queen-sized bed he remembered laying down to rest in. There were no bedsheets, blankets, or anything covering his body. The bed was round, with small plush edges that rose up all around him. The surface of the bed was smooth on the outsides, the fabric of it dyed a deep brown. But every inner surface was a dusty grey and fuzzy, from the interior of the small ``walls'' to the large pillow beneath Jake's backside. The entire bed was round, and lay on the floor without a bedframe.

He had been sleeping in a giant pet bed, resting on the floor of what looked like a giant living room.

Looking over the edge of the bed, he could see letters sewn onto the front of it, bright red crimson lettering standing out against the brown of the bed. It read ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles Naptime Spot!'' and just by reading it, Jake felt his face getting hot. ``W-what the heck?!?''

Reaching up to grip at his head with both his paws, Jake sprawled back onto the pet bed, shutting his eyes. ``S-stay calm. Stay calm...'' Repeating those two words like they were a mantra, he breathed in and out for a few slow, deep breaths. ``Be rational about this. You're a programmer. Be logical and analyze the data you have. First, this isn't a dream, or at least I feel too lucid for it to be one. So... I have to assume this is reality. The simplest explanation is usually the best. But what's the simplest explanation?'' Another deep breath in. Another deep breath out. Jake felt his heart rate relaxing, as he tried to work through this all. ``I'm in a kitty bed, wearing a collar like some domesticated pet. This looks like someone's living room, but everything looks at least two or three feet too big for me. Like I've been shrunk, or whoever lives here is some kind of giant. And I'm sleeping in a bed meant for a `Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles'.'' Just saying THAT name out loud made the tabby cringe and stick out his tongue. ``So... logically, I can infer someone or something took me from my home and moved me here. Put me in some weird scenario where positionally I look like some pet. But where even is `here'?!? Was this a kidnapping or... something else? Argh, I don't have enough data! I guess I have to look around.''

Feeling much more calm, Jake pushed himself up to his footpaws, feeling them sink into the fuzzy, fluffy surface of the pet bed and stepped off of it, wincing for a moment as his sensitive pawpads touched the chilly hardwood floor. ``I really miss my apartment's shag carpeting...'' He mumbled to himself, as he walked along the floor and out of the giant living room.

 Exploring the whole house let him wander through a kitchen with countertops just a few feet taller than he was, a dining room with a dinner table and chairs he'd need both arms to climb onto, a bathroom (which helped him sort out the bladder problem that had woken him up, even if the toilet was a bit too big for him to awkwardly sit on), the living room he'd woken up in, and what looked like an entryway, all decorated like someone's private living space. He discovered other rooms, but the doors to each of them were shut, and the doorknobs that were about as high up as his head just rattled when he tried to turn them. Rather than trying to kick a door in (Which would've made a lot of noise and seemed like enough effort that the tabby cat chose not to even try to attempt until he'd run out of other things to investigate), Jake decided to look for other avenues of escape. He was too short to see much out of any windows he discovered, save for a blue sky and occasional glimpses of white clouds. Wherever he went, he found odd little details that stuck out to him as strange: A calendar hung in the kitchen, but the days of the week had odd names like ``Xleensday'' and ``Caturday''. The living room had a globe sitting on a desk (that he had to get on his tippy-toes to even see the surface of). But even just by looking at it, he couldn't recognise any of the continents depicted on the globe. The dining room had what looked like crystalline blue flowers growing out of a flower pot, which he could have dismissed as some fancy decoration except for the fact that the pot was filled with soil that both looked and felt moist to the touch.

Returning to the living room he'd started out in, Jake considered what he'd seen. ``Either someone's going to enormous lengths to gaslight me for some unfathomable reason... or I've somehow woken up in another world entirely, just one that's weirdly similar to my own, and where everyone's just a bit taller than me.'' The tabby felt his tail thrashing behind him in irritation. ``The worst part is I can't rule out the second option as crazy. If someone were gaslighting me, wouldn't they have shown up or done something to talk to me by now? A pet owner coming to call me-`` His blue eyes rolled involuntarily as he sullied his tongue saying the name ``-`Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles', and try to convince me I really am just their pet housecat?''

The fact that he'd been alone for what Jake estimated had been at least an hour suggested that whoever had brought him here had no real vested interest in keeping an eye on him. ``If my abductor is leaving me alone... that almost makes sense if they really believe me to be a pet. Plenty of pet owners leave their pets alone in their houses at times. Like when they go off to work, or to a grocery store, or-``

The loud rumbling noise of an electric motor announced to Jake that he might be face-to-face with whoever was behind his present situation sooner rather than later. ``That sounds like- a Garage Door opener? Oh shit!'' Jake grit his teeth. ``Meeting whoever's coming here might be a good way of getting answers... but what if they aren't friendly?'' In a split second, the tabby made a decision: He didn't want to be here when whoever opened the garage door entered the strange house. His mind raced for an avenue of escape. ``Wait! I thought I felt a breeze before, back when I was exploring the kitchen...'' Dropping to all fours, Jake scampered as fast as his arms and legs could carry him, the silver bell around his collar jingling as he raced. His heart racing like a stampeding bull, the housecat scanned the upper walls of the kitchen for windows. ``Closed, closed, closed... there!'' Finally, his deep blue eyes found one: A window that was just slightly ajar with no screen between him and the freedom of the outdoors. With some effort, he dragged a chair from the dining room over into the kitchen, using it as a stepping stone to more easily climb onto the kitchen counters he hadn't been able to reach before.

Jake could hear the sounds of someone moving, coming from the same direction he'd heard the noise of the garage door opening from. ``Gotta hurry...'' Scrambling along the kitchen counter, Jake knocked over a few pots and pans someone had left out on the counter as he darted for the window. Behind him, he could hear the rattling and clicking sound of someone working to unlock a door into the kitchen. Jake gazed up at the window, its base just one foot above the counters. Outside, he could see a disturbingly familiar picture of suburbia. Without any time to hesitate or investigate, Jake pushed his head through the narrow gap between window and wall. ``Rrrrrff... tight f-fit...'' It was just slightly too small to easily accommodate him, but Jake was a cat, and with feline flexibility and a bit of effort, he pushed his head through and was working on getting the rest of his body slid through. The firm, slick side of the window pressed against his fur and skin, as he shoved with his legs, hanging halfway through the window.

From behind him, Jake could hear a door opening. Gritting his teeth, the tabby cat pushed with all his might. For just a moment, he caught a whiff of a spicy, musky scent intermingling the scent of sweat and a hint of something dry and earthy, like vetiver, from behind him. That bouquet felt oddly familiar, and just a hint of it sent a tingle, like a slight jolt of electricity, down his spine and up through his cock, making it stiffen. In that moment, some instinct in Jake made him pause, as he considered turning back to investigate that curious combination of aromas that made his shaft stiffen.

``I'm HOOOOME!'' A deep baritone voice jolted Jake out of introspection. ``Rrrrrrrf!'' The housecat flailed his arms in exertion as he shoved with his legs. With a popping sound, he felt his body push all the way through the narrow gap. Jake plunged downward headfirst, a lawn of bright blue grass rising up to meet him. Thrusting his arms forward, Jake smacked into the turf, landing on all fours in the finest of feline traditions. ``No time, no time. Gotta get outta here!'' Without bothering to stand back up, the tabby thrust his head up to look around for some cover. Seeing a few huge bushes with blue-green leaves in what looked like neighboring house's lawn, Jake took off like a shot, racing for the cover of the shrubs to dart inside them. His heart was racing as he lurked in his new hiding spot.

From the window he'd climbed out of, he saw a blur of something golden-brown and heard a deep voice speaking to the interior of the home. ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles? Where are you?''

With a sigh of relief, Jake curled up into a ball, letting his pulse slow as he rested under the shade of the blue-green shrub. For just a moment, he had peace. And he wasn't being subjected to the name ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles''. Both were good reasons to let himself relax for a few minutes. ``Ok... I'm not trapped in that huge... house... at some giant's mercy. I still don't know where I am or what's going on, though.'' He turned to gaze down at his sprawled form, slate fur and charcoal stripes on full display. ``Aaaand I'm still naked.'' As he lifted his head back up to gaze back out from his hiding spot, the faint jingling of a bell reminded him he wasn't completely naked. ``Oh right... I'm still wearing this collar.'' Reaching up, Jake tucked his fingers underneath it. ``Huh. Weird how I didn't really think about it before now. It's kind of weird how normal it feels to wear it.'' He frowned. ``Like I'm someone's pet... Maybe- Maybe I should take it off?'' For a moment, the tabby cat considered that thought, his paw resting against the pink band of fabric around his neck.

But Jake hesitated. Never got beyond considering it. Taking off the collar felt wrong in some instinctive way; or like he was a naughty child breaking a parent's rule and sneaking cookies before supper. The thought of being without his collar felt more like being naked than he'd felt walking around that house without clothes on. ``I- I shouldn't. I don't want to be a bad kitty.'' A moment later, he shook his head and blinked. ``I m-mean, I don't know why I'm wearing it in the first place and so far this whole situation seems to be designed to make me feel like some big creature's pet. What if there's some strange animal control that'd hunt me down if I went without a collar? Y-yeah, that makes sense.'' He let his fingers slide out from between the pink collar and his neck, and as he did, the tension drained out of his mind. ``T-that makes sense, yeah. At least until I know more about where I am, I should probably keep wearing it.'' He took a deep breath. ``Y-yeah.''

To take his mind off the naughty idea of taking off his collar, Jake pushed back up onto all fours to gaze out onto the world beyond his leafy hiding spot. Continuing what he'd seen within the giant house he'd woken up in, he found himself staring out onto some kind of suburb in the Uncanny Valley; everything looked just familiar enough to make the oddities like crystal flowers feel unsettling. In addition to the one-story house he'd woken up in, he could see a culdesac of other houses of similar size; there were differences in color and decoration, but all of them were single-story buildings with the same one-car garage and same general shape. The biggest differences from the world he remembered, apart from size, were in the plantlife: Jake noticed a tree with bright purple leaves and crystalline, cubelike ``fruit'' in one house's yard; the bushes he was hiding in had blue-green leaves with a spiked four-blade shape he didn't recognize, and growing along the front of one house he saw bushes with what looked almost like eyeballs growing out of them. ``This... is making me feel very much like I'm in some alien world...'' Jake muttered, trying to decide what that meant.

The tabby cat's ruminations suddenly ended when he felt something cool and wet pushing up against his fuzzy butt.

All the fur on his tail and up his back puffed up in alarm, as Jake whirled around to look towards whoever or whatever was sniffing at his private areas. Fluffy metallic yellow fur and a tan nose greeted him, as he found himself gazing into the green eyes of a muscular Golden Retriever who had bent over to sniff at his rear end. ``Hello Cat!'' The creature barked at him as Jake rapidly looked over the dog. At first he believed he was looking at a feral golden retriever, but further investigation proved the assumption wrong: This creature was humanoid, just standing on all fours as he was, and wearing a cherry-red collar with a silver tag. Their pink tongue was flopping out for a moment of panting, before they closed their muzzle and wagged their tail behind them. ``I smelled you in my favorite bush from downwind, and thought I'd come see what you were doing?''

``I- I-`` Jake blinked a few times. ``I'm just r-resting, that's all!'' He felt his face getting hot as the bigger male took a step forward towards him. This canine smelled earthy and sweaty, like he'd been working outside in the sun for a while.

``Neat! Mind if I rest against you?'' The golden retriever didn't bother waiting for a response as he pushed into Jake to knock him back on his side, his fur rubbing against Jake's own fuzzy pelt. Crawling down to push up against him, the big dog spooned into the tabby cat. Jake felt something firm and fleshy pushing against his ass, and could smell a spicy musk starting to creep into the dog's scents. ``Mmm... you smell nice just like always, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!''

``W-wait!'' Jake hissed, feeling the dog's cock starting to stiffen against his cheeks. He pulled away from the canine. His face felt hot, his cock stiffening despite his confusion. There was something about the big dog that felt oddly familiar, and oddly comforting. ``Y-you know me?'' He scrambled up to his footpaws again, finding his gaze drifting back down towards the bigger male... and lingering on the bright red bulge growing between the golden retriever?s thighs.

``Uh, duh?'' His question was met with a distinctly canine head tilt and a confused tone from the big dog. ``Our owners have been neighbors for years!'' With a slight titter, the prone canine patted the ground nearby him as if inviting Jake to lay back down, with his golden tail thumping into the ground behind him. ``I used to chase you up trees all the time as a pup, until I grew older and bigger and realized you were more fun to hump than to chase!''

Jake felt like his brain was short-circuiting when he tried to consider what he'd just heard. The tabby felt like he was an overclocked computer melting down. If it was physically possible for smoke to rise out of his ears, he was sure it would have. ``WHA-WHA-WHAT?!?''

Another canine head tilt. ``You're acting really silly, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles! Did you hit your head or something?''

His face flushed with embarrassment. ``That- that's not my name! And I don't even know you! You're thinking of s-someone else!''

``Aru?'' The golden retriever rose back up, a frown creasing his muzzle. ``No I'm not. You're wearing the same collar with the same pretty silver bell on it...'' He pushed into Jake again, his snout pushing up to sniff at Jake's neck. Jake stumbled back a moment later, but the dog had gotten a noseful of scent already. ``And you smell just like my friend Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles too. The nose knows, which means you've gotta be him.''

When the golden retriever had sniffed at him, he'd gotten close enough for Jake to have a chance to sniff at him too. Acting on pure instinct, the tabby cat had sniffed at him, and he couldn't deny that the scent was oddly familiar... and made his cock harden between his legs, as if it knew something the rest of him didn't. ``Nnnnrgh- NO!'' Jake shook his head, hissing again, his tail lifting up behind him. ``My name's Jake! This is all so fucking weird! I don't know you, but I feel like I do know you, and-``

``Oh! I get it now!'' Some spark of recognition flashed in the golden retriever's green eyes.

The statement was enough for Jake to pause his outburst. ``You- you do?''

Rapid nods answered his question before words did. ``Uh-huh! Uh-huh! You're Relapsing!'' The dog let out an amused titter, as if what he just said made some kind of sense Jake wasn't privy to. ``I went through the same thing last year; I started feeling really confused about everything and claiming I was an ``N-Gin-Ear'' from some weird place called ``San Mateo''.'' Rolling his eyes, the big dog laughed. ``I even acted like my Daddy and tried to drive a car! Can you imagine that?!?'' He started to crawl around Jake on all fours, circling him like a shark circling prey in the water. ``So my Daddy had to take me to the vet and they tied me down with leashes and made me breath in musk that smelled like my Daddy as I stared at a weird swirly-screen. My head felt really funny and my cock felt really throbby and I made puddles of cum all over while they put some ``meddy-sin'' in my butt.'' He frowned. ``I didn't like it at first but after a while I just got really hot and horny whenever I smelled my Daddy's scent an' the swirls on the screen started to make my brain feel really good and warm.'' With a few wags of his tail, the golden retriever murred. ``Then afters I felt really dizzy and horny for a few days after and couldn't think of ANYTHING other than humping a pillow. But then I remembered I'm just a dumb doggy named Poofers who loves his daddy!''

Jake's ears splayed and his deep blue eyes widened. ``You- you were an Engineer from San Mateo?''

The Golden Retriever started panting again, staining the ground under the bush with some slobber before pulling his tongue back in to speak. ``Nah, I was just bein' silly and confused for a little while!''

``No, I mean-`` The tabby cat frowned. ``It sounds like brainwashing!''

``Yuppers!'' Poofers nodded as if Jake had just asked him if there was milk left in the refrigerator. ``That's what the Vet called it! I was really scared when I heard it too, but it felt really good after a while!'' The golden retriever apparently named ``Poofers'' took a step towards Jake, who tensed his body in preparation to turn and run. ``Hey, maybe you'll get better if we leash you up and make you breathe someone's musk too!''

``Ack! Get away!'' The tabby cat turned to run, but stopped when he felt a sharp pain in his tail. Even without looking back he could feel Poofer's grip tightening against his tail. Digging his claws into the soil beneath them like a feral housecat, Jake thrashed and flailed. ``Let go of me! I know where San Mateo is! You weren't crazy!'' He struggled and hissed, thrashing against Poofer's grip. ``I-if you let me go, we can both find a way to escape together! You don't have to be a dumb doggy!'' The housecat felt himself overpowered, pulled back into the embrace of the bigger, stronger male as the shrub shuddered around them.

``Hmm...'' Tilting his head, Poofers made a show of considering the cat's request, furring his brow. ``...Nah!'' The dog dragged Jake behind him. ``I'd miss chewing on my rubber squeaky octopus, not to mention lifting my tail for my Daddy Wolfie's cock!'' Poofers pulled them both out of the bush and into the neighbor's yard. ``Rrrrrfff...This is for your own good, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' The big dog pushed himself up to a standing position, slinging Jake over one shoulder as he started to lumber across the yard with Jake yowling and squirming against his grip. ``Lotsa pets have Relapsed around here before and it always goes the same way, so I know we can help you get sorted out!'' Jake kicked and hissed, smacking his fists against Poofer's muscular back, but it felt about as powerful as hitting a concrete wall with a bag of wet sand. Poofers walked towards the other end of ``his'' house's lawn, standing near a tree, and lifted his head up. ``Ruuuffff! Ruff! Arroooooooo!''

 

For a moment, Jake paused his struggle, straining his neck to see what the dog was barking for: He was calling another dog, a big naked German Shepherd, to rise up on his back legs and walk towards them from a little wooden doghouse in the next yard over. The shepherd wore a spiked black collar. And nothing else. Jake felt his face get hot as he found himself watching the muscular dog's fat balls bouncing with every step. The new dog's collar had a metal chain clipped to it, fastened to a post in that yard. Just getting to the edge of his yard stretched it to nearly its limit. ``Oh, hello Poofers! You brought a cat with you!'' Jake watched as the german shepherd leaned in to push his nose towards Poofer's neck, sniffing at it for a moment before moving to push his nose up against the tabby cat's own cheeks, sniffing there for a moment as Jake felt a cool, moist nose pushing up against the cleft of his ass. ``He smells familiar, but I don't think I've met him before!''

``Let me go!'' Jake cried out. ``He's abducting me! Poofers is abducting me!'' He shouted out loud, hoping that he could convince the other dog to help him, or at least draw someone else's attention to his situation.

Ignoring him, Poofers nodded as the german shepherd broke into a pant. ``Yup! This is Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles! My daddy's other neighbor owns him, so you might not have sniffed him much before, Spike!'' Poofers looked back and forth for a moment, before lifting a paw to curl around one side of his lips, as if he were about to tell the German Shepherd a secret. ``He's having a Relapse.''

Jake could turn his head just enough to watch the two talk, as he saw Spike's bronze eyes go wide. ``Oh no!''

``Uh-huh! Uh huh!'' The golden retriever nodded. ``So I thought we could do what my Daddy did for me, an' leash Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles down an' make him smell our musk until he's all better. Will you help us?''

``That's not what they did!'' Jake yowled like a feral cat, smacking against Poofer's chest with his legs ineffectually. ``You're just being crazy!''

``Hmm...'' Spike tilted his head and rubbed his chin, as if contemplating something. If he had any reaction to Jake's words, he didn't show it, gazing back at Poofers the whole time. ``Can I hump one end of him if I help out?''

Jake's ears perked up and he felt his cock stiffening. ``WHAT?!?'' He blurted out, while his traitorous tail lifted up behind him, as if trying to advertise that his pucker was so woefully unfilled and could use something stuffed inside it.

``Sure! I can have one end if you take the other!'' Poofers nodded rapidly. ``Maybe if we do a really good job, he'll get as addicted to our musk like I am to my Daddy's, and he'll keep coming back to us for more!'' Jake could see the golden retriever's tail wagging rapidly as he finished that sentence.

``Hey yeah! That would be really fun! I don't get to hump a lot of guys other than my Daddy...'' Spike whimpered, and as he turned his head back to stare at the doberman, Jake watched as the canine's lower lip puffed out in a pout and he reached down to fondle his balls. ``Daddy says I look so scary I scare off most of the other pets. But I hafta stay outside to guard the house most of the time and my balls just get sooooo full...''

``Awrr... you need more friends! I can help!'' Poofers said, unslinging Jake like a sack of potatoes he'd carried over one shoulder. ``Here, can we use your chain leash to keep him from running away?''

``Sure, but I can't take it off myself! Daddy says pets that take off their own leashes are... naughty!'' Spike ended his sentence with a whine and a splay of his ears. The inflection on that final word said in the same tone Jake had heard repressed christian girls at church using to talk about having lustful thoughts about their crush.

``Oh! Hm.'' Poofers frowned. ``We need a leash to help Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles though, I think?'' The golden retriever tilted his head.

Only for Jake to watch as Spike's ears perked back up. ``Oh! I know! My owner keeps a few extra leashes along with the rest of my toys outside in this big box near the front door! Come on, let's use those!''

``What?!?'' Jake hissed, as the two big dogs lumbered across Spike's yard, towards a large grey box that looked like it was made of plastic. Jake heard a creak as the box opened, but as the two dogs bent over to poke their snouts inside, his range of vision was too crowded by their heads to get a clear view of what they were looking at.

``Woah!'' Poofers', at least, sounded impressed. ``Your daddy bought you a fleshlight? I want one!''

Spike's reply was prefaced with a slight chuckle. ``Well, I have a lotta time to myself `cause I'm a guard dawg, you know?''

As Poofers and Spike reached into the box, Jake made one last attempt to escape. Pushing himself up and away from Poofer's fuzzy golden chest, he scrabbled his footpaws against the muscular dog's torso, trying to break free of the arm pinning him over the canine's shoulder. Poofers just grunted and clamped down harder with his free hand, and the only thing that came of his struggles was aching muscles in the tabby's hindquarters. With a sigh, Jake folded his arms against the golden retriever?s back and grumbled. ``Hmmmph!'' He puffed his cheeks out in irritation. Whatever was going on, he wasn't going to get out of this. His earlier anxiety and fear had given way to irritation; Jake was pretty sure whatever these dumb dogs did to him wasn't going to mess with his mind. At best it would be like a lewd version of housepets playing with each other. But thinking about what these two big dogs were going to do made him feel squirmy, his cock stiffening and dribbling precum. He didn't have time to get distracted by those two big strong males grinding into him!

But if he didn't have a choice in the matter, all he could really do was pout and fume to express his indignation. Here he was, a pretty housecat, being turned into the toy of two stupidly strong sexy neighborhood doggies!

Jake's eyes went wide as he felt himself being flipped over and lowered down to the grassy ground of Spike's lawn. ``Wait, where did that thought come from?'' He wasn't a pet, so why had he suddenly thought that he was for a second?

The tabby was so distracted he didn't hear the clip of a leash to his collar. ``There! Now we just get you all leashed up...'' Spike said with a growl, as he pulled Jake's front paws- his hands, forward to push them together at the wrists.

Working in tandem with Spike, Poofers began looping the length of a second leash around Jake's wrists, pulling them together. ``And then we remind you that you're just a good pet, like the vet did for me!'' Jake tugged his wrists against the grip of the leash, but the fabric of it was too hard for him to break. ``Don't worry, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles, you'll feel like yourself again soon!'' Jake yowled as he watched Poofers lead the metal clip at one end of the leash down, wrapping the remaining length of the leash around the Tabby's ankles while Spike held them pressed together.

``Lemme go, you mangy mutts!'' From his prone position on the ground, the slender feline could see both of them looming over him, two sets of dangling canine balls jiggling with every motion of their lips. ``I'm not some empty-headed pet like you both are!'' He hissed, but as Poofers bent down to clip the remaining length of leash to the loop at its other end, binding the cat up, those dangling balls got close enough to Jake's face that he could smell the sweat and musk of them. The sharp, spicy scent of the dog's privates sent a shiver down Jake's spine, his cock jolting to attention right in front of the two dog's eyes. ``Nnff... I'm not some... stinky... musky... horny... dog...'' he mumbled, his protest falling silent as he found himself lifting his head up to try and get closer to that mouthwatering aroma. With every sniff, the cat found his thoughts getting a bit more cloudy, thoughts of escape obfuscated under a fog of musky masculine scents.

``Look at his cock grow!'' Spike barked with amusement, moving a paw down to grip it, his fingers getting slick with Jake's juices. ``Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles must really like your scent, Poofers!''

Jake could feel the edge of the golden retriever?s tail brushing against his thighs as it wagged back and forth. ``Yup! He likes getting humped by me all the time when he's not Relapsing!'' The dog announced proudly as he squatted down to make sure the leash binding the tabby's wrists and ankles was nice and tight. Jake found himself staring at the dog's big, swollen balls and the stiffening, rising canine cock jutting out above them. Poofer's naughty bits were so close, and the scent of the dog made Jake shudder in involuntary arousal, as if his body had been conditioned to find the stink of that dog erotic but his mind never got the memo. Jake felt saliva building in his mouth at the sight of those doggy balls dangling before him. He found thoughts of Poofers smothering his face with them filling his mind. He could imagine the stupid sexy dog giving him a breath of that musk right from the source.

The slate furred tabby cat didn't have to imagine it for very long.

Poofers squatted down further, his sweaty crotch smushing into Jake's muzzle. ``Mmm... breath deep, kitty-cat!'' He said with a growl. ``Now Spike, as we play with him, we have'ta say the sorts of stuff that the vets made me listen to when I was in my Relapse.''

Jake couldn't see Spike anymore with the other dogs? sweaty, wonderful balls smushing against his nose, but he could still hear the doberman. ``Oh... what sorta stuff was that?''

Some part of Jake's mind, an obstinate instinct of rebellion, wanted to bite Poofers now, right in his most sensitive area. But as the golden retriever ground against his feline face, doggy cock drooling precum all over Jake's whiskers, the rest of his mind outvoted it. ``Stuff like: `you are a pet! You're only a pet!' and `you love the smell of your master's musk!' and um, things like `cum out all those smart thoughts and be a dumb doggy forever!'. You know, junk like that!''

Those words almost made Jake register concern, but as he felt Poofers tug on the first leash, clipped to his collar, and pulled him up deeper into the golden retriever?s crotch, he forgot all about it.

``Oh, sure! I can do that!'' Spike's reply came just before Jake felt a finger, slick with some fluid, pushing under his tail and between his cheeks. ``Rrrf... nice an' tight back here!'' Spike barked, his finger pushing to tease at the housecat's tailhole. ``Let's see... um, you are just a silly kitty!''

That finger squirmed against his tailhole, and Jake felt his whole body vibrating as he began to purr. The deep, throaty noise grew stronger with every pump of one of those dominant doggies' paws on his cock. ``That's a good start, Spike! Ooo, his purring feels good against my cock!'' Jake could hear Poofers grunt with exertion, and felt the dog tugging his leash again. ``Your name isn't `Jake' it's `Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles'.'' A throaty growl filled each of Poofer's words. ``Feel it become more true with each huff of my doggy musk!'' Jake started to slip backwards, but with another tug Poofers pulled his feline snout up to slide along one side of the golden retriever?s cock, leaving a smear of precum along Jake's right cheek. He could feel the fluid hanging from his whiskers.

After a moment, Poofers paused. ``Hey, maybe he needs more musk from another source?'' Jake would watch as the golden-furred dog began to turn, lifting his tail and lowering his rump down towards Jake's face. ``Here, take deep breathes of my butt, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' The big dog giggled a bit, as Jake had just a moment to process what was happening before his world became two golden cheeks of muscle, and he found his nose pushed up against Mr. Poofer's pucker. ``Haahaa! Don't squirm too much, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles!'' Poofers tried to stifle a laugh. ``Your whiskers are tickly, and- whoo! Cold, wet nose right there!'' Jake tried to hold his breath, but couldn't manage it for long, breathing in the musky, earthy scents around Mr. Poofer's tailhole, and strangely enough feeling an instinctive urge to lap at it.

He resisted the urge, but only because what Spike was doing to his rump immediately distracted him.

``Good pets only need to think about serving their masters.'' Spike said, before huffing in exertion as he fingered Jake's tailhole, sliding his probing finger inside to stretch it out. ``And- and playing with other pets.'' He pumped his paw up and down on Jake's cock. ``Fuck... g-getting all horny the more I say this stuff...''

Poofers kept giggling as Jake squirmed under his ass, and finally pulled up and let Jake have a breath of fresh air. ``That was fun, but I don't need a seat right now, and you're too squirmy and tickling me too much for me to focus on saying the words I gotta tell you!'' Turning back around, the golden retriever ran his paws down the back of Jake's head, petting him while humping against his face, his cock and balls smacking against the tabby cat's face again and again. ``Good pets wear their collars... collars make good pets dumb and h-huff-h-horny...'' Jake heard Poofers grunt, thrusting back and forth against his cheeks, leaving each of them soggy with canine precum. Making him reek like doggy lust.

Behind him, he felt Spike's finger slide out of his cheeks. ``Rrrrf... good pets let their owners leash them. L-leashes and collars prove that they're not people, just pets.'' For a moment, Jake almost felt sad about that, but another huff of Poofer's musk made him forget what he was sad about. ``G-good pets love being owned by their masters. Good pets are sluts for the ones who hold their leash.'' Spike said, as Jake felt the doberman lifting his toned legs to rub up against the golden retriever?s back. ``Good pets are happy, brainless, and horny for their owners.''

The more they repeated those words, the more it felt like fireworks were going off in Jake's mind. It was impossible to tell if the musk in his nose and the teasing to his cock and ass were giving him these constant spikes of pleasure, or if the words were making him feel so good, or both. Both dogs weren't talking to each other anymore, just repeating those phrases as if they themselves were in a trance as they toyed with his body. ``N-nnnfff... aaaah!'' As he felt Spike's cock pushing inside him, Jake's orgasm erupted out of him, spattering all over his tummy and even getting some along his chest! The sudden jolt of busting a nut was so intense that the feline finally found the presence of mind to act, pausing his huffing of Poofer's musky privates to open his muzzle and moan. Spike grunted, humping into his ass, each hump bringing with it another mind-melting flash of pleasure.

Before he could snap his muzzle shut again, go back to sniffing at Poofer's musk, he felt fingers pushing inside his mouth. ``N-not a person, just a pet. A happy, horny, hungry pet...'' The golden retriever gently pushed Jake's mouth open wider. Jake didn't try to resist. He felt too good. And once he felt Poofer's cock pushing between his lips, his purring resumed. Poofers' fat dick was almost as big as his daddy's, and almost as fun to suck on.

Some part of his mind, in the back of his thoughts, screamed to remind him he wasn't a pet.

A good pet.

Who was leashed.

Who was owned by someone.

Who was happy and horny because he had someone tugging on his leash.

Making his mouth bounce up and down on that fat canine cock without Jake even having to do more than breath in that musk, swirl his tongue around the head of it, and swallow every drop of what Poofers had to give him.

Jake felt like he was on a precipice, the edge of a cliff.

``Arroo... s-soooo c-cuh-close!'' Spike barked out, and Jake could distantly hear the other doggy panting. He felt the heat on the doberman's thighs as he slammed into Jake's rump. Bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jake found he wanted nothing more than to feel both dogs stuffing him on both ends, to give the thirsty kitten his cream.

And then he felt Spike pulling out of him with a sudden ``POP!'. Moments later, the doberman howled. ``NOOOOOOO! Pleeeeeese, I was almost there! I wanna play more with the kitty's tight hole!'' The doberman was whimpering about something.

But Jake barely had the presence of mind to care, so dissociated from his own body that he only felt uncomfortable at the absence of a cock inside his fuzzy rump. Poofers was still there, and from the noises he was making, the tabby figured he was about to have at least one orgasm in him.

``Bad dogs! BAD DOGS! Get off of my pet!'' The sound of that voice was like the rumble of distant thunder. The sensation of it made Jake's cock stiffen again, just from the sound of it. He heard Poofers whimper as two muscular arms covered in brown fur grabbed at the dog, yanking him up and away. Jake heard Mr. Poofers yip and whine as he found himself staring up at someone he didn't recognize.

But felt like he somehow should.

``D-Dadd-ie?'' He slurred out, some of Mr. Poofer's precum dribbling down his lower lip.

The creature that yanked the dogs off of him, the owner of that deep baritone voice, was a lion with an ebony mane that fluffed up all around his head and neck. His eyes were a chocolate brown, the same color as his fur. ``Right here.'' Jake felt his cock stiffen back up to attention at that voice. ``You've had quite the adventure today, haven't you Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles? Let's get those kitten mittens of yours all untied.''

Jake blinked, feeling like his mind was being pulled back into his body as that big lion bent down to start unwinding the leash binding his wrists and ankles together. He could smell the big predator's scent, spicy yet fruity, lingering on his mane as the big creature worked to free him. His Daddy's musk was buried under smells of coffee, baked goods, and other odors, but Jake could easily tune them all out. ``Mmm... am I in trouble, Daddy?'' He found himself saying, as he parted his legs and enjoyed the freedom of being able to move them again.

The big lion tossed one leash aside. Behind him, Spike and Poofers whimpered and whined at being interrupted. ``Well, I'm not happy you snuck out of the house.'' The big lion growled and bared his fangs. ``Especially when Daddy came home with a throbbing erection and balls he wanted to drain. I thought I trained you better than that.'' The lion Jake only knew as ``Daddy'' held up the second leash, the one Poofers had clipped to his collar, so Jake saw who was holding it. ``I'm keeping this one where it is. Stare at it. Get a good look at who holds your leash, kitten.'' Daddy held the leash up in front of Jake's eyes. ``Who owns you. Who has always owned you.''

Jake's ears splayed against his skull as he felt ashamed of himself for running away. What had ever possessed him to do a thing like that?

Before he could think on it too hard, Daddy rose back up and started to walk off of the lawn. ``Come along, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles. We'll discuss this when you and I get back home.'' With a firm yank of the leash, Jake realized he either had to crawl behind his Daddy, or be dragged along the ground. Of the two options, he chose to scramble back to all fours and let the big lion lead him home. The whole time, he gazed up at the lion's body, admiring how his muscular, manly ass filled out a pair of khaki pants, how the muscles along his back pulled his powder-blue polo shirt taut, even how smoothly and confidently the lion walked.

``Aww...'' Spike whimpered behind them as they departed. ``Blue balls again...''

Jake heard Poofers grumble. ``I was having fun playing with my kitty friend! Hmmph... hey, you wanna just hump each other?''

Their voices got fainter to Jake's ears as he was led back towards the house he'd escaped from. ``Alright, but you gotta bottom first.'' Spike said just as Daddy led Jake up the sidewalk to their front door.

It was the last thing he heard of the two dogs before the door slammed shut and Jake was right back where he'd started when he woke up.

``Now then...'' Daddy locked the door before turning to face Jake, folding his arms and snarling. ``What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles?''

A puff of shame filled Jake's mind. ``I-`` He felt so confused. He knew that wasn't his name, but it felt so natural to hear Daddy call him that! He knew he wasn't a pet, but he realized when he thought about it he'd been behaving like one all afternoon: Sleeping in a kitty bed, running around on all fours like it was the most natural thing in the world, even sneaking out of the house to play with other pets!

But he still felt like something about all that was wrong somehow.

``D-Daddy... I feel so confused.'' Jake admitted, lowering his head as he remained on all fours in front of the massive lion. ``I keep thinking I'm not SUPPOSED to be your pet. That I don't belong to you.'' Shutting his eyes, Jake lowered his head. ``I keep feeling like being called 'Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles' is embarrassing, and that I'm not-`` He stammered, feeling like he was about to say something sacreligious. ``-that I'm not even supposed to wear a collar!'' The tabby whined. Just saying it out loud felt wrong, like he was committing some mortal sin. ``I was so full of those funny thoughts I felt scared an' like I had to run away, and then Poofers said I was `Relapsing', and I don't know what that means, but I don't know-``

Daddy clapped his paws once and Jake felt his mouth shut. Like he'd been trained to be silent at that gesture. ``I think I understand now.'' The lion he knew as Daddy no longer sounded angry, his expression softening. ``This is my fault. I kept putting off your next visit to the vet, and I knew it was a bad idea since you were due for a Relapse Suppression Treatment, but I put it off until the next paycheck again and again.'' Heaving a sigh and rolling his eyes, the big lion lowered his paw, unzipping his fly in front of Jake.

The tabby cat felt his mouth filling with drool as the first hints of his Owner's musk hit his nostrils. ``D-Daddy, what is Relapsing?'' He still felt like he needed to know, despite the temptation to just bury his face in his master's crotch and rub that delicious spicy musk all over his muzzle.

``Come here, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles.'' Jake's question was met with a tug of the leash, pulling him forward towards his Owner's crotch anyway. ``I'll explain, but you have to help Daddy with his own problem too.'' Jake heard a needy huff escape the lion's mouth. ``Been blue-balled all day. Eric in Accounting picked today of all days to wear those tight hip-huggers and I could see those girly panties of his riding up whenever he passed me in the hall.''

For some reason the name Eric made Jake hiss. He was tired of hearing of that other male occupying HIS Daddy's attention. But the moment of jealousy was fleeting, as his train of thought derailed the second he saw his master's musky, throbbing cock poking out of a hole in his boxers. The tabby licked his lips, as on pure instinct he moved forward to begin sliding his tongue up and down his Daddy's cock, eagerly cat-cleaning every sweaty, salty, yummy inch of it. He was rewarded with a scratch between the ears and a grunt before his Daddy spoke again. ``You see, kitten... a long time ago our peoples split into two paths: Domesticates and Ferals.'' The lion said. ``We Ferals noticed that Domesticates like you had a natural submissive streak to them. It made sense: You were all smaller and weaker than us, so why wouldn't you want to serve your wild cousins?'' He paused, the lion sighing in bliss as his cock twitched against Jake's lips, spattering precum all over the tabby's face. ``So we Ferals stepped in to take our places above you, dominating you and letting you be the happy, submissive sluts you were always meant to be.''

Jake felt his Daddy's cock slide away, and found himself mewling in frustration. He wanted more of his Daddy's juice on him! He wanted his Daddy's lust juices to coat his whole head, to smother the scent of Poofers so everyone could smell who his real owner was. ``Open wide, kitten.'' Daddy said tugging Jake's head forward to follow the lion's cock as he pushed his back up against the wall. ``Be a good pet, Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles, and suck Daddy's cock proper.'' Another tug of the leash. The tabby's face was soon reunited with his favorite cock ever.

Another whimper. Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles- no, Jake, wanted more of his Daddy's juices ON him, not IN him! But he'd been naughty in running away, so instead of protesting, he opened his mouth and sought redemption through obedience. As his mouth slid over the lion's meat, spreading his jaw wide, his Daddy kept speaking. ``But every so often, something happens that messes with the proper order of things. A Domesticate starts acting rebellious.'' The lion paused to moan. ``Fuck, yes, just like that, kitten!'' Jake felt a spurt of precum coat the roof of his muzzle. It was more than he was ready to swallow, and some of it dribbled down his chin. ``And sometimes those Domesticates say weird things. Like how they're not from our world. Or how they're not supposed to be pets. Or how they're supposed to be our equals, not our pets.'' The taste of his master's precum on his tongue lit up Jake's taste buds like he'd never had food before. He found himself purring again, pumping up and down on his Daddy's cock while his paws lifted up to rub at the lion's balls.

The tabby felt his owner's cock twitching in his mouth. The lion's breathing was quickening. It was almost time. And yet, Daddy kept speaking. ``Nuh- No one's sure- aaah- why it happens. Why- why some pets just go crazy after a little while. Some conspir-aaaaaah- conspiracy nuts think that our universe is s-somehow predatory. Like it reaches- nff- into other worlds and pulls people into it. M-makes them part of it.'' The lion grunted above him. ``N-naturalizes them. M-makes them part of our world. S-some crazies e-even say it rewrites h-history to f-fit them in.'' Daddy shuddered against Jake's muzzle. A moment later, and Jake felt his Daddy loom down over him, paws gripping the back of his head. ``No more movement. Too pent up for playtime.'' The lion growled, the predatory tone in his voice making Jake's cock dribble precum on the tile floor. ``Daddy's going to skull-fuck his kitten.''

The rest of the story would have to wait, as the lion grunted, thrusting back and forth into Jake's muzzle with jackhammer thrusts, slamming his cock down the slutty housecat's throat again and again. Jake shut his eyes, huffing at his Daddy's musk as he felt the excess fluid pumping into his mouth leaking all over, getting his fuzzy face sloppy with precum and saliva. Each thrust slapped Daddy's balls against his chin, as the housecat savored being used as a toy for his owner. The leash yanked his neck forward, until Jake was deep-throating the lion, unable to move away even if he tried.

And then, suddenly, with a mighty roar, Jake's Daddy flooded his throat, a torrent of white-hot lion cum pumping down towards the housecat's tummy. The warmth spread through Jake's body, as he felt his own paw racing up and down his own cock. When had he even started masturbating? He couldn't remember, but it felt right to touch himself when being mounted by the mighty Feral beast holding his leash. Jake milked his Daddy's cock for all he could, before he felt his leash slacken and the feral feline pushing his head off of that yummy cock. ``Haaah... haaah...'' Jake panted, feeling fresh air fill his lungs again after what felt like forever. He spurted a moment later, his cum staining into the fur of his paw. Flopping over on his butt, he sat on the floor, breathing and grooming his paw of his own yummy seed as he watched his Daddy recovering from that flood of an orgasm he'd pumped into his pet.

It took a few minutes before Jake's breathing eased, and he could speak again. ``T-Thank you, Daddy, for helping me realize those weird thoughts in my head were just me being silly.'' He said, feeling more fulfilled with a belly full of lion cum than he thought he'd ever have felt when he was bothered by those silly thoughts he'd woken up with. Still, something made his muzzle crease into a frown. ``...I still hate being called Mr. Tiggy-Wiggles though.''

The lion just chuckled. ``Don't worry. Once we get you into the vet's for an RST, all those bad thoughts will leak out of your mind again, and you'll love your cute kitten pet name again.''

Drunk off his Daddy's cum, the lion's scent soaked into his fur like a perfume, Jake thought that sounded like the best idea he'd ever heard. ``Oh gosh, thank you Daddy! I love you!'' He got up to nuzzle his face against his Daddy's cock in a show of housecat affection.

And everything felt right in the Tabby's world again.

THE END!

Having a little trouble properly imagining the size difference between the ferals and domestics, this makes it feel like 2x but then that makes the sex seem very difficult.

Agreeing with this comment. What kind of scale do you want to establish here? Personally, what I?m imagining makes sense for this setting is like, 1.25x-1.5x the size of normal furniture/items. Where everything would be just a little too big, a little too unwieldy for a "domesticate" like Jake to use. Not impossible, just improbable. Like, could get onto a couch, but would have to really use upper body strength to pull himself up.

Thus would make reaching doorknobs possible, but they?d be at like head height or a little bit more. Ultimately up to commissioner?s preferences, on if they want this to be more pet-play focused or to lean into the like, slight macro/micro vibes such size difference gives off

Macro/micro doesn?t personally hit any buttons, so I?d lean more towards 1.5x at most, maybe more like 1.3-1.4x. Would effectively be like if the world were built for the tallest people. "improbable, not impossible, to use" feels like the key

Working on revising story in subtle ways to communicate this. Going for x1.5 times larger. Thank you for feedback!

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