Loyal to the End
Just a little story I came up for a friend of mine, not too long, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing.
I am the toy of my owners, I am obedient.
So much so, that I find myself to feel overwhelmed with pride when they finally told me I was ready, that I had completed my training and that I was finally ready to be placed.
My masters removed my clothing from me, as I would no longer be needing them. But they didn't do it like one would undress a child. Rather, I stood with pride in the bathroom as they cut away all that linked me to the modern world. My denim jeans were cut away at the seams, as were my white cotton panties, snipped away at the narrow side, letting them just drop to the floor. My feet were lifted up one by one, my socks and sneakers pulled free. Even my shirt and bra were cut clear, them not even bothering with the fasteners, one stroke of the scissors, and they just flutter away to the floor.
As I watched my masters work on combing and trimming my hair and body fur in the mirror, I realized just how much they care about me.
After I have been cleaned up to precision, I was escorted to the chamber of loyal pets. There were about a dozen former pets within, of all sorts of species and genders, and even a hermaphrodite as well! Each knelt on identical pedestals in identical poses, with such a lovely sheen over their nude bodies. I couldn't stay and linger, however, as my masters, lead me by my leash, patting one of the empty pedestals for me to hop up on. As I shifted carefully into a kneeling position on the platform, I stared with thought over to the male Vulpine that knelt across from me. He looked amazing, with the same gold, black, and cream colored fur as I, as well as his gentle smile and those hazel eyes that seemed to stare right back at me through the protective resin coating. As I felt my masters carefully pose me, help shift my heels under my rump and have my hands clasp on my knees, I glanced down at his encased erection that perked between his legs, a tight ring at the base with the scrotum pulled through and resting on his upper thighs.
After I moved my head up and perked my ears, locking my eyes to the pet across to me, I whispered simply one word: "I'm ready." With that, the two knelt down to retrieve their paint brushes and resin brushes, and got to work. The cold, clear resin felt extremely chilly as they brushed it over the bottoms of my feet and between my toes, but I did not squrm or let out a yelp, so desperately wanting to show them that I was ready. They painted over my legs and hands, and within half a minute I could feel my toes completely immobilized and my hands unable to move from my thighs, the resin fully hardened. They worked to paint over my belly and rump, making sure my legs remained permanently closed, just like the other pets, and up over my chest, paying special care to paint my stiffened nipples, helping ensure that they remain perked forever just like the other female pets. Up over my neck, and soon even over my muzzle and hair, painting my lips shut. They gave me one last blink before I held my eyes open, them brushing over them with care, the world turning into an exotic blur. Lastly, they painted my nose, and my breath was sealed away forever.
As I felt my lungs began to blur, I heard them speak to me, tell me how good I was as a pet, and how fitting I was to preserve. I felt no pain, but instead a strange euphoric feeling as the world started to dim, getting higher and higher, stronger and stronger. I begged to moan out, to cry out to the world the pleasure of this sacrifice, of how much honor and bliss I am in, but the hard resin shell yields no words. But that is OK to me.
My body will prove to all how good of a pet I am.