A young canine stands on the doorstep of his best friends house, shivering in the cold. His paw raises and falls away, again, he’s been standing there for a half hour, his mind wracked with indecision. He steps back for another minute, then gulps, steeling his resolve, half driven by a perverted lust, and half because it was just too damn cold to stand outside any longer. Knock…knock…knock… His ears flatten and he whimpers, he shouldn’t have done that, hoping to himself that despite the car in the drive and the lights on, his friend had gone out, maybe taken a cab to the bar or maybe…his tail tucks over his curved, rump, tight against the rough fabric of his blue jeans…the sound of footsteps draws ever nearer and with a creak, the door opens, light spilling out over him, making him wince. “hey…can I come in? I did something…and I need your help.” The darkly furred wolf steps back, waving his paw and welcoming his coyote friend in. “yes of course, you look terrified, what on earth did you do? Have a seat, I’ll put on some tea and you can tell me the story…no don’t worry about your jacket, just leave it on, you’re frozen.” The tan coyote steps inside, glad to be out of the cold, though his low tail continues to twitch. He just nods at the wolf, slipping his shoes off and making his way to the kitchen table. He lays some paperwork out on in, face down, staring blankly down at them. This could easily change his life for good. A few minutes later, though it feels like mere seconds to him, a steaming mug of tea is placed in front of him. After a few sips he looks up to the wolf standing across from him and with a sigh, begins to tell his tale. “well, you know full well that I’m kind of into some kinky stuff right? Well, ok a lot of kinky stuff. I let a friend lock me in chastity about a month ago, that’s why I haven‘t been over to see you* his ears flick, blushing a little “and I haven’t been out of it since, and I was thinking a lot about how you were teasing me last time I was over, saying that with the way I act, I must have been born the wrong species, that I really am more of a fox than a coyote. And…” he flips the paperwork over, almost all filled out. “I picked up the paperwork for it…” The wolf listens, nodding along and chuckling. “well, now, isn’t that something…you know I was just joking around right? And you know what it means if you finish that paperwork, right? If I sign it… I’m assuming you came here because you wanted me to sign it as your new owner, and we take a ride down to the registration office to file it? You know that foxes are second class citizens with very few rights” The coyote gulps and nods again. Their culture had well defined roles, and could very easily be called speciesist., with wolves taking the top positions in society, the alpha wolves exclusively holding political and leadership roles in all aspects, lesser wolves using their brute strength for criminal purposes or what they considered noble trades. The coyotes were considered relative equals, what they lacked, compared to the wolves, in strength they could make up for with cunning, they were still considered subservient to the wolves when they worked together, though often a strongly dominant coyote would just keep a wolf as a figurehead while they did all the work. The foxes, though, were essentially slaves in this land, not enough of them to truly fight for a even position. The best of them could be “owned” by a technology company or university and were more or less free, The unlucky or stupid were usually kept as household staff or as staff at brothels or strip clubs. So long as they wore their collar, they were left unharassed in the street, an unowned fox would be avoided at best. found dead in an alley at worst, and the police rarely even investigated those. It was legal, and required, to take a legal species change if one wanted their role to be of a predominantly sexual nature, which was why the coyote was here in the first place. “yeah…I understand. Once that’s all signed, there’s no going back, and my opinion won’t be weighed.” “and you are certain you want this?” “yeah, look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but this is exactly what I want…I…came here hoping you’d sign it as my owner…they said I had twenty four hours to get this filled out and signed, and that I needed to have an owner signature for it to go through properly…said anything else was considered suicide. I mean, I know you, we’ve had lots of fun together and, I trust you. I trust you not abuse me when I’m your” his ears flatten down tight to his head, and he shudders, “slave…” The wolf stands up, walking behind the coyote and begins to massage his shoulders slowly, reading over the paperwork from his vantage point. He was smiling as he did, considering the offer the coyote was making to him. “cathy” he chuckles, shaking his head and hooking a finger under the coyotes chin, lifting it up to look at him. “your new name is going to be cathy? that’s a vixens name, you know. and you’ve registered your fur colour as red? You want to be my red fox, cathy? that’s why you’re here…you just really cant stand going another day without everyone knowing that you’re my fox?” the wolf teases at the coyote, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss, then letting go, just holding the coyotes shoulders as he teasingly grinds his crotch against the small of the canines neck.” the coyote just blushes brightly and nods. His tail starting to wag between the wolves legs. “yes…yes please…does that mean that you’ll own me?” he asks, hopefully, not wanting to have to put himself up for one of his other friends, who were often a lot more abusive with him. “yeah. Yeah I think this arrangement will be just…fine…” his tone is almost ominous The wolf leans down past the coyote, making the required signatures, then stands back up. “there, its about as legal as it can be, now, cathy.” Cathy lets out a long, deep breath, standing up and giving his wolf a gentle hug. “I suppose I need to start by getting this fur taken care of and changing into a more appropriate outfit, don’t I” his ears flick, hoping he had judged his friend correctly. He didn’t seem like the type to abuse foxes but…he was about to be proven wrong. “oh, no, I think the first thing my new sex toy should do is fulfill his role. “ He pounces at the fox, shoving the poor thing down to his knees, reaching over and pulling a extra large ball gag out of the drawer beside him, he shoves it roughly into the foxes mouth, strapping it behind his helpless muzzle. The wolf steps behind his new toy, pushing his upper body down to the floor and pulling his paws behind his back, cuffing them together. Cathy just whimpers through his muzzle, his eyes wide, breathing roughly through his nose, the ball gag making his jaw stretch almost uncomfortably, and ruining his ability to breath through his mouth. He wonders if he’s just going to get fucked right here on the kitchen floor, when his owner pulls him up to his feet, a collar going around his neck and a tug on the leash forcing him to follow down the hallway to the bedroom. The wolf lets him go once the door locks shut behind them, and t he coyote, knowing his place, climbs up onto the bed and lays with his head and chest on the pillow, his round ass raised high in the air and tail flipped up over his paws. He feels the weight of the wolf getting onto the bed behind him, then a sudden cool air over his caged cock and raised ass, his jeans pulled down around his thighs. Paws grip his hips, and the familiar feeling of his friends cock presses between h is cheeks, making him whimper through the gag, ears flattening out, worrying that he won’t even get lubed. when he was a coyote they'd certainly fooled around before, and he'd been tied up by and tied up the yote once or twice, but the other canine had never been this rough with him, and a muffled yowl escapes past the oversized ballgag crammed between his teeth as his practically virginal tailhole is suddenly shoved wide open by the coyote's throbbing malehood The wolf pounds into cathy a few times,. Groaning as he does, , slipping out finally to spit on the gaping hole a couple times. his tailhole already burning sorely as the Wolf pulls out of him, the fox gives a sigh of relief as he feels the Wolf give him a bit of lube at least “fucking fox, so tight it almost hurts me without lube” he pushes the coyotes face into the pillow for a few seconds, making it extremely hard to breathe for a moment as his maw is blocked. thankful it doesn't last too long, his relief is short lived. The wolf goes back to roughly fucking his fox bitch moaning and lowering his body heavily on top of the smaller canine, making the little toy yelp loudly into the pillow. His teeth sink into the foxes neck just enough for him to taste blood, ferally slamming in and out, his cock throbbing, paw slipping under the others body to gently trace a clawtip around his sheath. Cathy had wanted to be the wolfs pet because he thought he might not be abused this way, and instead he finds himself just being treated like any other random, worthless fox, the pain of the yote's feral fucking and his teeth bringing tears to the coyote's eyes and loud whimpers through his mouth. The yote snarls, pressing and grinding roughly, his pre quickly lubing up the fox, working for a minute or so to pop his knot into his new toy, then pulls it free, despite the bodies attempts to keep it locked in place. a muffled yowl is heard as the knot pops into that virgin tight tailhole and then out again, making it burn agonizingly as he feels like you're practically ripping him open, though of course he's taken it before. He tries to plead tearfully that he didn't think you'd treat him so much a fox, but with the gag it comes out as an unintelligible, garbled mess. The wolf hears the muffled yowling and releases his grip on cathys neck. “stop whining about it you worthless fox i've seen you do the same thing his knot pops back in and canine fangs sink into the toys sensitive ear, near the tip, biting in hard, but not quite enough to draw blood. He thrusts a couple more times, his knot rubbing along the sensitive insides of his new toy, making him how’ll, unable to hold back any longer, he cums into his new fox. He collapses down on the fox, panting loudly, relaxing as he tries to catch his breath and get his head back together. He had to admit he hadn’t gotten off that well in a long time, maybe he would actually let the coyote go through with this. Throughout all of this, cathys tiny , his tiny little cock hadn't even made it out of his sheath - not that it would have made it far with the chastity cage anyway, further humiliating him as he whimpers in shame and confusion under his friend. . He could feel that hot, thick cum shooting into him, far more than his little cock produces too. His tailhole burns and clenches as his new master rests atop the squirming, whimpering, shuddering fox, and all too soon he's forced to yelp through the ballgag again as the yote pulls out and leads him off to the washroom. He’s made to kneel down in the tub, and stares up at the wolf, his ears flat with shame and humiliation, tail tucked down over his sore rump. He lets out a loud mrrrfaaahhhh as the ballgag is finally removed and whines up, choosing his words carefully. The wolf gets the hand held showerhead pouring at a nice warm temperature and starts bathing Cathy gently. “that was…unexpected, sir” he winces, hoping he didn’t phrase that wrong. “that’s what you have to look forward to, if you want to be a fox, though I’ll admit I really am not that rough usually. I just wanted to make sure you understood, before we go any further with this. Arms up.” “well, I mean, if I’m yours and you don’t usually do that…whats the harm? No one else would get to do me…right?” he asks with concern.. “nothings to stop me from doing it, either, I have my bad days at work and that certainly gets the steam off. And no, I won‘t share ya, you‘re mine for good, if you really, really want to do this. If not I can go burn that paperwork now. If so, well, you know I tag my toys. And I won‘t hold back, but I won‘t be overly cruel either, I know you like the abuse.” The Fox leans back, a little bit, his eyes closed, both from the water dripping and running over him, and so that he can think. He did actually enjoy all of that on some level, and he’s always been a huge slut, and despite it all he knew his friend was just trying to scare him off the idea. The thought of getting ear tagged sounded a little bit scary, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? A few moments of mulling with his tail twitching slowly. His eyes open and he makes one nod. “yeah…I…want this…I like it….that hurt a bit, but, I know I’ll get used to it soon.” he says with a blush, The wolf nods, putting the showerhead aside, opens a drawer and pulls out a livestock style ear tag. “well, if you’re sure. You do know of course, those tags let out a signal that stops automatic doors from opening, among other things. pretty much any automated system will completely ignore you like you arn't even there. the other thing with that tag, is all the locks in this house are programmed to lock automatically if you go near them, the outside doors and windows are locked like this, and the washroom doors can be programmed to do it to, if I feel like it.. the plastic clips are coated with a special chemical, so that thing is locked permanently in your ear, the only way to take it off is either the vet drills it out, or you rip it out. And I know you know what happens to foxes with torn ears. “ the fox whimpers in dismay as he hears the wolf explaining what the tag does, realizing that even if he's not caged up, he's as good as trapped here, with the wolf who hardly seems to care at all that they were friends before, if anything even possibly treating him worse because of it. he wishes he hadn't let slip that one time his fantasy about doing this. The wolf steps forward, taking his fox by the shoulders to hold him still, and biting down at the tip of his ear, his canine fangs sink in deeper and deeper then click as they connect together, a loud whimper from the fox, his eyes go wide as he feels sharp teeth upon his ear this time, biting down and making him squirm and thrash, sharp pains shooting from his ear as the yote's teeth pierce none too gently or neatly, a small dribble of blood flows down. The wolf steps back and clicks the plastic clips together through the small hole he left, sealing it shut, the insides of the clip coated with fast heal agents and the fox is left with little more than a sore ear and a strange new weight on it. “just be glad this was cheaper than branding equipment, foxtoy.” the wolf chuckles, teasing his officially claimed pet. “now, I’m gonna leave you alone to get cleaned up, he uncuffs the foxes paws and unlocks his poor caged cock while he’s at it. you’re still filthy, and besides which, your paperwork says you’re red, the dye is in the cupboard, and I‘ll leave a change of clothes in whats gonna be your room.“ After the wolf leaves, though, the fox shivering in his now cold, damp fur, he looks down, and he's ashamed and embarrassed that, even with as sore as he is now, his tiny cock is rock hard and he hadn't even noticed. Trying not to think that clearly a part of him loves this somehow, the new fox quickly turns on the shower, glad that the wolf at least is letting him wash off showering for a long while, shampooing and combing through his fur, letting the water take the pains in his body away. He sighs, he did ask for this, and certainly told the wolf about too many of his weird fantasies before…in the next few weeks he was probably going to live them all out. He shuts the water off for now, pulling out the bottles of red fur dye, He doesn't notice there's a few different bottles though, and ends up picking up the bottles of purple. he sits on the edge of the tub staring at it, trying not to think of what he's doing, this would make him look exactly like a fox, a bit of a big fox but not unnaturally large. trying not to think of what he's doing, he pours it pawful by pawful, rubbing it deep into his fur, all across his body, leaving the white of his belly alone and his few black markings. He tilts his head when it starts to look completely wrong, but shrugs, sometimes they leave strange colours sitting atop the fur. He lets it sit and then washes the residue off and then discovers that he's dyed himself an embarrassing shade of Purple! He checks the bottle again and is dismayed to see that was indeed what it was labelled, next to the red one. However, the red one seems to be mostly empty... certainly not enough to redye himself. Grimacing, he accepts that he'll just have to be purple... Finally clean, and much, much more purple, he dries himself off, wincing every time he stretches a bite mark or moves his ears. Having left the fox to his shower the wolf simply having needed the release, and to remind you that you are a fox, his fox, now, despite whatever friendship we had before. he's left fur dye in the shower for you, too. the yote lays out the cute maid outfit he wants you to wear on the bed in your room, placing a chastity device and a small, remotely inflateable and vibrating plug with the light blue panties he bought for you, a heart shaped, lightly meshed cutout on the backside of them. a chores list and dinner menu sit on the dresser of your room well furnished, comfortable, if girly to the point that a little girl would blush, room. Naked, he peeks out of the bathroom, and spies the room adjacent to it, with its door left open, and decorated quite girlishly. His blush returns, realizing the wolf must have had it set up for him... after all, who else would be expected to stay in such a room? Entering it slowly, his blush only deepens as he sees the outfit he's expected to wear... especially as he sees the devices inside the panties. He whimpers at the chastity device, for a moment thinking about pawing off before having to put it on.... and then realizes that if he did that, the yote would be able to smell it on his otherwise clean body, he wishes he had thought to paw off while he was in the shower, but he wasn’t expecting to go right back into chastity when he was done! Biting his lip, he lays his ears flat and locks it on to his small package, his muzzle letting a little yip out as he inserts the remotely controlled plug into his tailhole too. They're both rather discrete, in fact, mostly hidden by the panties he pulls up after that, the light blue looking embarrassingly cute against his soft purple fur. Finally he pulls on the maid's outfit, that embarrassed blush never leaving, though a part of him thinks it's quite cute... the thought coming into his head too that if he'd ever seen a fox dressed like this, he probably would have dragged them into the nearest alley and raped them until they couldn't stand. Well, if he'd ever had the prick to manage something like that. He hesitates slightly, but knows that he can't stay in the room forever, and then notices the chores and dinner list, picking it up and reading it over, his ears laying flat as he sees that he's expected to do all of the wolfs housework too, in addition to pleasing him whenever he wants it... not to mention that the meals the wolf wants are a good deal of work. At least, though, the fox likes cooking and he's good at it, it might not be too bad after all…once he gets used to the wolfs size. The wolf is sitting and waiting in the kitchen, doing some work on his laptop while you're getting ready, quite glad you showed up on his doorstep now, his yard and garden are enough trouble to maintain even without the rest of the chores needing to be done, and he was always a miserable cook, grimacing as he chokes down yet another bowl of kraft dinner. he's probably going to have to drag you shopping to get the ingredients, his current food stores mostly consist of dogfood for his border collie, kraft dinner, and frozen dinners. he does feel a little bad about the way he treated you earlier and hopes you don't hold it against him, he would hate to have to beat you into submission. really though, a coyote who chose to be a fox should already be submissive enough to do what needs to be done without much complaint. hearing his toy padding down the hall towards him, he hit’s the remote for the vibrator, just to hear that delightful yelp of pleasure and frustration. Yes, he was certain they were going to have lots of fun together.