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"God dammit, Prissy!" Aubrey shouted at the little poodle as she knelt down to pick up the chewed pillow. Prissy growled as he did, pulling back as though they were playing tug-of-war. When Aubrey finally ripped the ruined pillow free and stood back up, he couldn't help but let out an exasperated grunt. "That's the third pillow you've destroyed in two days! How am I going to explain this to Ms. Tabitha when she comes home?"

The poodle looked up at the raging feline, head cocked and almost smiling. Aubrey couldn't take the look any longer and grabbed her by the collar, leading her to the door before forcefully shoving her outside.

"Not an outside dog," he growled, repeating Tabitha's earlier advisement. This was going to cost him his entire paycheck to fix, considering how expensive the pillows looked. "Tough." It would be only three days before Tabitha arrived home from her trip, and Aubrey was in no way looking forward to it. Dogsitting was tough as it was and Aubrey had done so much to promote his reputation amongst the neighbors, it would kill him to be brought down by a poodle with an attitude problem. Still, it's not like it was his fault. He could pay for the pillows and still maybe have a good reputation by the end of this experience...maybe...

He was so lost in thinking of how best to fix the situation, that he didn't even hear the knock at the door until three bouts had already come and gone! He quickly rushed to the door and pulled it open, revealing nothing but the fresh afternoon air. He looked around the doorstep and regal stoop before stepping out to look down the block. Thinking it was some kind of prank, he turned to go back inside with a growl when he felt something beneath his foot.

He picked a small piece of paper from the sole of his footpaw and looked it over rather curiously. "Poodle misbehavior driving you nuts? Well then, come on down to MOMMA RED'S POODLE TRAINING CENTER! Look no further for help with your troubled pup! Walk-ins welcome!"

Odd, he thought. And yet how very convenient! This was the perfect way to prove that he was a reliable dogsitter! If he could get Ms. Tabitha's poodle acting right by the time she came back, she would be elated and probably pay him double! Aubrey grinned and rushed to the backyard, scooped up the little poodle, and ran to his car!

The place was a bit tricky to find, considering it was in the bustling city. Traffic was murder, and by the time Aubrey finally found the place he was about ready to just go back home and deal with Ms. Tabitha!

"No," he thought persistently. "We've come too far to be knocked down by a little poodle."

He hopped out of his car, poodle in hand, and entered the small building. Inside, he was almost immediately blinded by the amount of color on the walls! He walked from bright sunlight into pink-painted halls covered with bright spots and smiling faces. He shielded his eyes momentarily, rubbing them as a pony approached him with a bright smile on her face.

"Well hey there!" she beamed. "What can I do for you today?"

"Oh, hi," Aubrey said. "I, um, found this on my doorstep and I, uh, was wondering if you could help me train my poodle?"

"Well, of course we can! That's why we're here, cutie!" the little horse whinnied and pinched his cheek. He could tell there was something...off about the pony, in a strange way. Her touch felt soft, almost too soft for a horse's, and her voice sounded as though she were speaking through a pillow. Strange indeed, Aubrey thought as the pony continued. "Now, just follow me and we'll get you all straightened out!"

Aubrey followed her as she skipped down the hall, humming a jaunty little song to herself as she went. He looked at the pictures on the walls: very bizarre photographs of stuffed bears at tea parties, sitting around wide tables and in armchairs. The pony noticed his curiosity and giggled.

"They're neat, huh?" she asked, smiling as bright as ever. Aubrey shrugged.

"They're...interesting," he said. "Kind of odd, but interesting."

"We get them from a private photographer," the pony said. "She has a very...specific niche."

They walked on and on, far longer than Aubrey had thought they would be walking. It seemed to him that they had been walking for almost twenty minutes! His eyes got fatigued from looking at the corridor's pink walls and he tried looking down at the floor for comfort, although that offered him little. The floor had a bizarre pattern, one of dots and dashes. It appeared random, but Aubrey kept thinking he could...read it? His tired eyes plagued him even as he concentrated on not focusing, to just let his eyes rest.

Through twists and turns the pony led him through the halls, past windows that showed a bright, sunny hillside Aubrey was sure wasn't within miles of the city.

"Something to lighten the mood," he heard the pony say, voice muffled as though she were far away. He quickly snapped back to reality and looked at her, realizing she was only about a foot away! He shook the sudden weariness from his eyes and blinked a few times. The pony looked at him concernedly and put her hand on his shoulder. "Sugar? You feeling ok?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah!" Aubrey said quickly, diverting her concern. "The halls are just...uh, very bright."

"Oh yeah, sorry!" she said, giggling apologetically. "We don't get a lot of kitties coming through here, so I'm afraid the walls aren't 'kitty-friendly!' But don't worry hun! We'll have that fixed in no time!"

That was an odd thing to say, thought Aubrey. 'We'll have that fixed in no time?'

She meant the dog of course...of course! They'll train Prissy and then they'll get him out of the painfully bright hallway...right? That's what she meant...right?

Aubrey realized he was walking when they suddenly reached the end of the hallway! He snapped back into reality and looked around, forgetting how long he had been actually walking. When the pony opened the door, Aubrey almost had to shield his eyes with Prissy to make sure he didn't go blind!

The room almost seemed to emit a shade of bright blue, which made Aubrey's head spin for a moment as he readied himself to sit in the room until Prissy was trained.

"Oh you must be Aubrey!" a warm voice said from inside the room. Aubrey's eyes adjusted quickly as he looked in and saw the source of the voice. A male fox, wearing a frilly, pink rubber bodysuit grinned and waved to him pleasantly. He entered slowly, a bit off-put by his whole experience. He waved back, almost hoping this was the result of severe optical exhaustion and that he was just hallucinating.

"Hey there," he said as he approached. The fox wasted no time and quickly scooped up the other male into a tight hug! Aubrey, a little stunned, felt comfortable enough to allow it and hugged back. It wasn't particularly odd, he thought, considering the hallway and the general strangeness of the place. A hug actually seemed...pretty appropriate. "I...I came to get Prissy trained?"

"Of course, sweetie, of course! I'm Momma Red," the fox giggled and squeezed him tightly before letting him go. "We've been waiting for you all day!"

"How? I didn't call or anything," Aubrey asked, confused. The fox giggled and took Prissy from him.

"Aww kitty, you're thinking too much!" Momma Red smiled and poked him in the forehead. "Why don't you just relax and let us take care of everything, hm?"

For some reason, Aubrey's thoughts kept returning to the strange pattern on the floor. As "Momma Red" talked, his thoughts were peppered with dots and dashes, slipping between her each and every word as his thoughts became incoherent.

"Y-yeah," Aubrey said absentmindedly. "You guys...t-take care of everything."

Suddenly Aubrey felt the pony's soft grip on his shoulders. He turned around and felt himself wrapped up in another warm hug! The pony was so soft, so welcoming, that he just couldn't resist and hugged back tightly.

"You're s-soft," he whispered, a thought that he had hoped would remain a thought. Both the pony and the fox giggled brightly as the latter approached him from behind. He felt his shirt slip over his shoulders and then watched the pony slide down his body and undo his pants. When he slipped his feet out of the loops and felt his boxers drop soon after, Aubrey's mind suddenly found the will to resist. "H-Hey! Wait! What're you guys doing?"

"Shhh, kitty!" Momma Red said quietly as he ran his soft paws over the feline's naked chest. Aubrey wasn't into males, and he wasn't about to start now! He pushed away from the two, covering himself with his paws and breathing heavily. He wasn't a big guy, but he certainly wasn't going to allow this to continue anymore! "What the hell is this? What are you people trying to pull?"

"Oh darn," Momma Red said, her voice holding a tone more melancholy than upset. The pony looked ashamed and turned to the fox. "He's got a strong mind for a kitty."

"Momma I'm so sorry! I took him the whole way through, I pwomise!" the little equine assured. She pressed against the fox, his rubber frock squeaking as they touched. Momma Red smiled and squeakily squeezed the little creature.

"Aww hush baby! I know you did good!" she grinned and kissed her on the forehead. "Sometimes people just can't read the floor well enough. We'll just have to train him the old fashioned way!"

The pony whinnied with pleasure, a mewling squeak barely equine in sound, and hugged her momma tightly again. Aubrey was still in complete shock, his mind reeling with questions and - perhaps more urgently - thoughts of escape.

"Hey! Gimme back my clothes!" he said angrily. The fox picked up his clothes, casually walked over to a small chute on the far wall of the room and dumped them into it before smiling at the naked cat. He watched, open-mouthed, her blatant defiance. "That's it, I'm calling the cops!"

"He's calling the police, Momma!" the pony said, giggling. "What should we do?"

"Well, Officer Squeaky isn't due for a plushing for another two days! I guess he can do an earlier appointment?" Momma Red giggled back. Aubrey was shocked at their conversation; the police were involved with this, too?!

"Look, I don't want any trouble I...I just want to leave," Aubrey protested, still partially bent over in an attempt to cover himself.

"But sweetie you'll have so much fun here!" the pony assured, smiling. "We'll get you back to Ms. Tabitha's by tomorrow, all padded and plushy! Doesn't that sound great?"

"What? I don't un-" he was cut off when his mind suddenly began reeling with dots and dashes once again. His vision became blurry as Momma Red and the pony approached him and gently fixed a collar around his neck. He felt unconsciousness creep up into his eyes as dots filled his vision, only barely feeling the floor smack him in the face.

When consciousness again returned to him, he felt no pain, no cold, just warmth and softness all over his body. He looked around, remembering what happened, and tried to stand. Realizing that he couldn't, he struggled in the bondage which found his arms and legs completely immobilized! He tried to cry for help, but found that his mouth had something long and rubber wedged into it, preventing him from making noise with his mouth at all.

"Good morning, honey!" Momma Red's voice filled Aubrey's ears. She entered his vision from above, startling the cat immensely. He was lying on a bed of some kind; a single, infinitely soft cushion in the middle of the room where he had met the fox in the first place. He struggled and tried to make noise at her, but his actions were fruitless. "I'm glad you decided to stay with us! We wanted to wait until you woke up to start, but our little pony just couldn't wait, could she?"

"Mmmm," was the only response. Aubrey lifted his head and looked at the pony, whose mouth was wrapped firmly around a hose descending from the ceiling. The pony's belly was getting bigger and bigger by the second and the hose seemed to bulge occasionally as it pumped into her waiting mouth.

"I thought she could use a little stuffing, so I plushed you out a little while she gets a nice bellyful!" the fox giggled and walked over to sit on the expanding belly of the pony, who groaned with pleasure. "So, you ready kitty?"

Aubrey was scared now, afraid of what the two would do to him, but tried to be as fearless as possible. He controlled his shaking and tried to take deep breaths until his heart stopped pounding in his chest. Momma Red approached him and put a paw on his chest.

"Shhh, baby," she said soothingly, gently stroking his fur. "Don't you fret one bit, Momma's gonna take such good care of you!"

She walked away for a moment, and then strolled back with a large pink canister. She set it down on the floor and picked up a small mask, attaching the two via hose. While Aubrey tried to scream and struggle, she gently slipped the mask over his nose and twisted the nozzle on the pink tank. She giggled as his struggles faded to twitches and twitches faded to nothing. His eyes glazed over with the unalterable look of mindlessness and Momma Red finally took the mask away.

"There now, how's a baby feel?" she asked, stroking under his chin. Aubrey sat in silence, looking up at the ceiling blankly. His eyes, however, suddenly began to move rapidly and in an instant he was struggling again! Momma Red looked confused and checked the tank's expiration date. With a shrug, she slipped the mask back on and put a paw gently around his throat. "You're a very strong-minded kitty! But nothing Momma can't fix!"

She squeezed a little, Aubrey's vision becoming sparkly until her paw left his throat and let the gas flow into his lungs. Whatever the canister was pumping, Aubrey was beginning to like it! It felt like he was breathing sweet, the literal essence of sweet, with nothing else to distract him. With every few seconds of breathlessness followed by a few deep breaths of the sweet gas, Aubrey could finally read the dots and dashes in his mind's eyes.

They told him to be a good boy! To listen to his Momma who knew what was best for him always, who would protect him and take care of him and make him nice and soft forever! They told him to obey and be the very best boy he could possibly be!

When Aubrey was giggling and staring blankly at the ceiling, Momma knew he was just perfect! She took the mask off and rubbed his chest fur comfortingly.

"That's a good kitty," she cooed as he drifted between thought and programming. "That's a very good kitty. Isn't he a good kitty?"

"Mmmm!" the pony mewled, the hose still pumping stuffing into her belly. Momma finally disconnected the hose from the little horse with a small pop. The pony wiped her lips and giggled, rubbing her newly extended tummy. "Thank you Momma! That was yummy!"

"That's a good, fat girl!" Momma said and kneeled down to rub her pony's belly lovingly. "Now does my pony wanna help Momma train kitty?"

"Uh-huh! Can I, Momma? Can I, please?" the pony begged.

"Of course, snookums!" the fox smiled as she walked back over to Aubrey and slipped a pair of earbuds into his pointed ears.

Momma Red helped the pony waddle over to the bound cat, then held her hooves as she positioned her rump over Aubrey's giggling face. His world became a soft panorama of plush horsy butt when she finally sat down, blackening his worldview like a butt-clipse. His endless giggling made the pony whinny and shudder with pleasure.

"Now, let's get him all trained up for the night, and by the time Ms. Tabitha comes home we'll have her one good puppy!" Momma smiled as she watched Aubrey's stiffening cock slide from its sheath. "Are you ok to stay here with him, pony dear?"

"Yes Momma! Little puppies shouldn't be left alone!" she piped eagerly, her belly rolling around in her lap. Momma gave her a wet kiss and rubbed her belly a little before switching the light off on the two, leaving them in total darkness with the pony's gentle whimpering and Aubrey's muffled giggling the only sounds in the room.