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"I'm pretty excited babe. I've never really done anything like this before." Brendon says, "But I have to ask, why do you get to be the 'alpha'?" He raises an eyebrow at Carson who coolly replies.

"Because it's my birthday next week, obviously. Plus I am in love with this dog hood."

Cruising eagerly down the freeway Carson and Brendon are returning home from a sex shop. The couple, a pair of handsome twenty-somethings, had spent the previous weeks exchanging their ideas for spicing up their sex life. The sex was not stale, mind, but neither Carson nor Brendon are the type to stick with any one experience when there are more to explore. They shared their most twisted fantasies and after Brendon admitted to fetishizing leather and Carson explained his desire to try pet play they had found an ideal compromise. Now, with their bondage gear in tow the couple drive home anticipating an afternoon of enlightening sadomasochism. Though a curious vision during his time at the sex shop sticks in Carson's mind.

In the shop Carson and Brendon were understandably unsure of what they ought to think about buying. The overabundance of choices proved to be overwhelming. They milled about this shop for a quarter of an hour, fiddling with the toys and trinkets, before Carson decided it would be best to go home and return to the shop after doing some research. However as he was walking to Brendon to tell him this he spied two collars. They had appeared suddenly and impossibly. The collars seemed to rise, seething forth from a black portal. Carson looked frantically around the store to find that no one else was bearing witness to the unnatural appearance.

As soon as the collars, black and bearing silver spikes, were fully materialized the black portal disappeared along with Carson's memories of the fleeting event. Though in the absence of his memories Carson was suddenly strongly enamored with the collars. He was transfixed and hastily convinced his boyfriend that they must buy them. Brendon fell under their vague influence as well and relented. Carson then found a dog hood fashioned after the stern visage of a Doberman pinscher while Brendon took a liking to a leather corset and pair of kneepads. Carson was and continues to be excited to try the collars on, but in the back of his mind lingers a shadow of the black portal which had surreptitiously spawned them before his eyes.

The couple arrive home in good time. They had, however consciously, surpassed the speed limit at many points during their drive. As they step out of Carson's car they begin giggling nearly in unison. They hold hands as they approach their modest one-bedroom, suburban apartment. The sight of one another's knowing, devious grin causes them to giggle even louder. A passing neighbor eyes them in annoyance. Carson fingers one of the spike-studs of the collar, eager to play with his new toys. After ascending the rear staircase the pair hurriedly enter their kitchen. While they had been hungry even before entering the sex shop their hunger is presently forgotten. They are focused sing-mindedly on beginning their foray into pet play. Brendon slams and locks the door before turning to a waiting Carson. They embrace and kiss deeply while stumbling toward the bedroom.

"Mmmn, damn. I am so hot right now." Carson says, holding his arm tightly around Brendon's waist.

"Me too. Let's just do it. Now. Let's do this puppy play... thing." Brendon says. Carson melts into Brendon's chest.

"Hehe, arfff." He kisses Brendon's neck. "Ok. I'm going to go into the bathroom and get changed. You get ready out here alright? But when I come out that's it. I'm the alpha dog, and you're my adorable, sexy pup. Sound good?" Carson instructs. Brendon begrudgingly lets go of his partner and falls backwards onto their bed.

"Absolutely." Brendon answers. Carson hurries into the bathroom with his bag. He sheds his clothes and tosses them flippantly aside. Standing bare naked he takes the collar in hand. He feels even further entranced holding the bizarre thing. He carefully wraps it around his neck and fastens the buckle. After removing the Doberman mask from the back he places this on his head as well. It has a zipper in the back which, when zipped, causes the mask to fit snugly. He relishes the erotic smell of leather and vinyl which fills his nostrils. Before rushing to meet his partner Carson admires his reflection. His eyes peer from within the stern, intimidating mask. Wearing the dog collar feels exciting in a way Carson can hardly describe. He calms himself before opening the door. If he had taken a moment to examine his reflection more carefully he would have noticed something unthinkable and shocking. The buckle he had used to secure the collar moments earlier had vanished leaving the collar a tight, irremovable band around his neck.

Brendon has just finished changing. He stands naked as well, wholly erect and wearing only his identical collar and the leather bodice. The garment hugs his hips nicely, Carson notes with a lewd grin. He enters the room and stands with his hands on his hips.

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do here..." Brendon says acting sheepish. Carson approaches him with a confident swagger. He leans toward his boyfriend so that the nose of his mask nearly touches his face.

"Puppies don't stand on two legs, Brendon, and they definitely do not talk." Carson says. He presses his chest firmly, but sensually against Brendon's

"Oh that is so hot." Brendon says remarking on his boyfriend's 'alpha' act.

"Uh uh! Down. On your hands and knees like the dog you are." Carson says. Brendon playfully whimpers as he complies and falls to his hands and knees. He arches his back suggestively for his partner and, getting into the spirit of the act, continues to make pitiable dog noises. He had been unsure about participating in the play but as soon as he submits to his boyfriend he begins to see the appeal.

"Good boy!" Carson says. He leans over his boyfriend's rear and strokes his chest tenderly. "Nice and obedient. Can you 'speak' for me?"

"Yaarf! Arf!" Brendon barks, turning to look Carson in the face.

"Very good. I hope you don't mind if your master does a little heavy petting." Carson says. He gropes Brendon's ass with one hand while kneading his balls with the other. Brendon shivers and arches his back further, enjoying his subordinate position. For his part Carson is relishing his role as top dog. Both realizing that experimenting with pet play would prove to be an inspired decision.

During their impassioned play acting they both become simultaneously aware of some unsettling sensations. Their collars are emanating heat. The pair each assumed individually that the flush of warmth was due to their thoroughly excited states, but when it persisted they became worried. Brendon's tongue began to feel strange, as though it were longer than it ought to be. Soon after his jaw started to ache. And Carson's arms and hands began to itch terribly.

"Wuff, woof!" Brendon barks. The timbre of it had changed. It sounded unsettlingly realistic. Carson, distracted by his humping and mounting concerns about his burning arms responds distantly.

"Heh, wow B that was pretty good." Carson says.

"Whath? I caurr... Carrth-ungg. Wurf, woof, woof!?" Brendon blurts with alarming volume. He turns to Carson who reels back in surprise. Brendon's face has transformed. His nose and mouth have shifted together to form a muzzle, short and stubby. Within can be seen long, canine teeth and a long tongue. It is coated in caramel colored fur which is spreading as Brendon's face continues to change shape.

"Ah! Brendon what's, what's happening? Oh my god." Carson asks reaching his hands to his wailing boyfriend. When he does this though he realizes a second horror. His hands are transforming as well. The fingers are shrinking with audible cracks and snaps. When the fingers are mere small stubs the nails vanish and are replaced by blunt claws. In seconds Carson is looking down at two small canine paws. His arms are swiftly rearranging and turning, presumably, into forelegs.

"My arms, Ahhh!" Carson yells while turning the paws before his eyes. They have fleshy pads and all. They are undoubtedly the paws of a dog, but this revelation is no consolation. Brendon whose head has almost fully transformed looks to is partner with concern. Brendon's ears become tall, triangular and furry. As the pair panic and shout Carson has a revelation.

"Wait it's the collars. Brendon it's the collars. Get it off!" Carson shouts. Barking madly Brendon brings his hands to the collar and fumbles with it. He turns it in his hands fruitlessly. Without thinking Carson brings his paws to his neck. They are of course useless in the task of manipulating the collar, but in his fumbling he does finally notice that the collar is now irremovable.

"The latch is gone!" He shouts. "How is that possible?!" Carsons' arms are now completely transformed. He can no longer bend his legs inward to inspect the collar. He falls onto his new paws. Brendon's arms are transforming from the shoulder down so he can no longer reach the collar either.

"Woof! Woof." Brendon barks. He has attained the soft, cute face of a corgi. Though his mostly human lower body causes his general appearance to be surreal and terrifying.

"I don't... I don't know what's happening." Carson says, feeling hopeless as his humanity is swallowed up by increasingly canine features. His neck and back are changing now, and all along he and Brendon are getting smaller. The Doberman mask soon falls away to reveal the Carson is growing a muzzle as well. He looks disdainfully at Brendon who is further along than he. Brendon's body is long and thoroughly furred. Only his human legs remain, though they are growing shorter as well and will soon complete his new look. With a few hacking coughs Carson's capability of speech is lost. He and his boyfriend bark and howl as their sudden transformations are completed.

With their alert, panicked eyes the two confused dogs notice a disturbing sight. Something is appearing from their floor. Carson recognizes the anomaly to be the same type of portal which had deposited the collars for him in the sex shop. From the inky blackness two tall ears appear. They rise steadily from the floor followed by a head. It is that of a bull terrier with pitch black eyes surrounded by a patch of black fur. The eerie visitor glares at the two dogs. His head alone is visible before he rises the rest of his body from the hole. His head had seemed queerly proportioned for a dog and the pair realize that this is because he is anthropomorphic in shape. Brendon and Carson stumble away from the looming entity. The creature stands at a modest height, though to the two squat dogs he seems impossibly tall. He wears only purple slacks. When the bull terrier is wholly materialized he looks down at Brendon and Carson who continue to stumble away awkwardly in their new bodies.

"Puppies! Ooooh you are so stinking cute, come here." The dog says bending forward. Carson stands his ground and barks while Brendon runs. Brendon reaches the door carried by his cute, stumpy legs before realizing that Carson failed to escape. The bull terrier bends over Carson and scratches his ears. "Better call the cuddle police because I am about to snuggle that cute little tail off." Carson was unable to evade the dog's roving claws. Though after the creature begins scratching and patting Carson is too comforted to want to escape. He growls lightly as the anthropomorphic dog runs his fingers through his fur. The terrier lightly forces Carson onto his back exposing his belly and its thick tufts of creamy fur. Carson's long tongue lolls out of his mouth as the bull terrier coos and scratches his long belly. "Puppies, puppies, puppies."

Brendon who had recovered his senses rushes to Carson's side. He growls at the anthropomorphic dog who simply laughs at the corgi's attempted ferocity before relenting and leaving Carson alone. Brendon sniffs at his partner who rolls onto his paws and stands. The pair look up at the dog and begin barking in frustration.

"Ok, alright enough! You can't talk so just shut it." The bull terrier says. "My name is Grant. I heard that you were looking to try pet play so I thought I would help by giving you the real deal. Now that my collars have turned you into the cutest little chubsters on the planet I will be your master. You're welcome." Grant explains, bending over to look Brendon and Carson in the face. The pair look confusedly at him and then one another. Brendon as a corgi is more portly than his partner and bears caramel colored fur along his back with a creamy underside. Carson is smaller and colored black and brown. In true corgi form they both bear cute, expressive faces and long, stout bodies covered in thick fur. Carson sits down heavily trying to come to terms with his situation.

"Isn't this fun?" Grant says causing the dogs to look up at him incredulously. Grant pauses in meditation. "Though... I can't tell you how strange it is to be around normal dogs. I mean I'm anthropomorphic so I can of course talk, I have hands, etcetera. But I still know what it means to be a dog. That's interesting stuff." Grant muses on this while Brendon and Carson get the hang of their new bodies. The overwhelmingly altered senses are the most difficult aspect to adjust to. Their visions is greatly diminished, but they have never smelled or heard so vibrantly before. They take turns sniffing one another and when they are more comfortable nuzzle one another comfortingly.

"Awww." Grant says, watching the partners consoling one another. He levitates Brendon into his arms upside down leaving the dog to waddle his adorable legs helplessly. "Luckily for you I am totally prepared to be a pet owner. I've got little outfits and everything." Grant walks with Brendon to their closet. Carson follows, cursing his tiny legs. He takes four or five steps steps for every one of Grant's. Grant throws the closet door open to reveal a rack of tiny clothes which were not there previously. He flips through them with Brendon still wriggling and whimpering in his arm. "Lets see, for Brendan how about this little dog dress." Grant pulls a pink, dog-sized dress from the closet and holds it up for the room to see. Brendon shakes his head no furiously while Carson barks in protest. "Yes I think the dress is perfect."

Grant sets Brendon down and presses his back to hold him still. He brandishes the dress as if it were a weapon and swiftly maneuvers Brendon into the garment. Grant shoves the dog's tiny forelegs through the dresses arms and leaves his tail peaking from the billowing bottom. Brendon thrashes as much as possible, but can't escape Grant's grip. And poor Carson can't reach the table on which his boyfriend stands. Grant retrieves a pink bow and affixes it in front of Brendon's tall ears.

"Let's make sure these don't fall off you now..." Grant says. He points a free finger at Brendon before performing some spell. Brendon feels the dress and bow somehow tighten. While not uncomfortable he assumes that he will no longer be able to free himself from the dress into which he has been forced. He hastily uses a free foreleg to try and pull the bow free. Sure enough it doesn't budge. Grant lifts Brendon and places him on the ground beside Carson. Brendon's canine features plainly display his complete mortification. Carson can't help but laugh internally at his dolled up boyfriend. Brendon's fluff causes the dress to look hilariously stuffed.

"Oh my god. That is adorable. Everyone's going to think you're a female though. Haha. Alright little Carson is next." Grant says. Upon hearing his name Carson stands at attention. He rises to his paws and bolts away from Grant as fast as his little legs will carry him. While Grant could have chased and handily caught the tiny dog he instead lifts Carson off the ground telekinetically. With the corgi's legs wheeling freely in the air Grant chooses another outfit. "So what do we think Carson? Little crab outfit? Pumpkin corgi? Little sailor outfit?" Grant asks.

"Grrr, woof-woof!" Carson barks in frustration.

"Oh? Little sailor outfit it is." Grant says with a toothy grin. Carson curses his lack of forethought. As before Grant forces Carson onto the table and slips the costume on him. He fits his arms into the sleeves of the shirt and ties a little ascot around his neck. The outfit unfortunately comes with pants which Grant then forces Carson into. He pins a white sailor hat to Carson's head and again casts the sealing spell which will keep the dogs from freeing themselves from their clothes. Upon seeing Carson in his tiny sailor outfit Brendon's muzzle falls open into a smile. Carson can only growl lightly in reply.

"Look at these cuties. I could literally eat you right now." Grant bends and scratches Carson's fluffy rump. The dog wags his tail in spite of himself. "Alright boys. Let's go for a walk and show the world how adorable you look. When we get back I can see about getting you into some dog competitions." Grant stands and the two dogs find they are suddenly looking at a normal human rather than an anthropomorphic dog. He is roughly the same height as we was previously and possesses cleanly cut beard and short, black hair. His eyes flash black briefly before shifting to a more natural brown shade. He brandishes two leashes. Brendon and Carson walk backward warily.

"Come on, don't be shy. Everybody loves corgis. Hardcore pet play is fun, you'll see." Grant says. Carson slips on his pants unceremoniously and falls onto his fluffy side. Brendon nudges him with his nose. Grant takes the opportunity to leash them both. "Let's go pups!" Grant shouts. Carson and Brendon allow themselves to be tugged by their taut leashes wearing as much a frown as they are able to form with their canine mouths. Outside the door Grant guides the pair down the apartment's rear stairs. Descending stairs proves to be incredibly challenging for the dogs given their long body shapes and short legs. This is doubly complicated by the outfits getting in their way. Carson slips at one point but is thankfully caught by Grant telekinetically. Though instead of giving Carson a break by carrying him to the ground floor he returns him to the stairs to watch the dog's embarrassingly awkward descent.

Outside their rear door Grant and the dogs run into one of Carson and Brendon's neighbors. Elderly Mrs. Garcia was always good to them. Grant smiles as they pass.

"Oh my, look at these little cuties!" Mrs. Garcia shouts. Carson and Brendon shrink and droop their ears. If they were capable of blushing they would be doing so furiously. Particularly Brendon with his fluffy, pink dress. "Especially this little girl here, hi baby." She says of Brendon causing him to droop even further.

"Isn't she adorable? She loves that dress, I can't get it off her!" Grant says. Carson looks up at him indignantly for Grant to only wink in reply. Mrs. Garcia thankfully finishes babying Brendon and stands. She waves goodbye to the dogs as Grant walks them on. If the embarrassment weren't bad enough the outfits shuffle and crinkle loudly in their delicate ears. And they are warm as well. It is not a cool day and the heat from their fur is trapped by the outfits. They experience the need to pant for the first time with their tongues hanging from their mouths. Grant parades the helpless dogs on.

"Hmmm. I wonder if your apartment allows dogs." He wonders. "Well for you, I'm sure they'd make an exception."