Hello all! This is something I have been working on! Hope you all enjoy it. Nothing super kinky here, just some light pet-play, dognapping, and implied sexual slavery. PLEASE leave comments if you think of em! Hit the Download for the full story, this is just the first few paragraphs!


Sweet scented air swirled about the comfortable, custom made arm chair, where the master of this domicile sat. A portly skunk of many years lounged aimlessly, enjoying the company of his enthralled pets, whom served his every whim. Stirring a martini with one paw, he flitted ashes from his cigar with the other, before repositioning his hind paws atop the grumbling stool. His newly acquired pet groaned, still unused to being someone’s property. Despite scathing hatred for his captor, the twenty-something Rottweiler was forced to struggle with the elation he garnered from obedience. Good dogs like to please after all...

This one was aggressive, mouthy, stubborn-headed, and very strong willed. One of the rich skunks favorites... The willingly submissive ones, who change their mind midway is a fursonal delight, he rarely finds. It’s something about that look of dismay, as they’re forced to surrender oh-so-sweetly, which tickled him so. Breaking a new pet is always special, each one a unique memory he cherishes.

Continued growling from the animal beneath his paws elicited an annoyed sigh. Nudging the quivering pup with his heel, he placed his big toe on the Rottweiler’s moist nostrils and lifted his head to a more uniform position, staring straight ahead. Pastel colors ran about the dogs vacant eyes, the tightened look of frustration slowly melting away.

“Thaaaats better~...” He cooed down to the struggling animal.

“Grrrrrr...” His growling was restrained, but audible.

“Now, now... remember where that attitude lands you.” The skunk gave a wry laugh. “That’s right, gooood boy...”

Enjoying the broken alphas mewling whines, Lancaster Frowst, the master of this manor, sunk deeper into his chair with a content sigh. This was heaven for him, a fursonal paradise where he was king. No one could deny Frowst, for they all wanted nothing but his happiness. Good boys, all of them! Even his newly acquired dog was falling in line quite quickly, though he fought his instincts. Stimulating the deep carnal feelings was Frowst’s ultimate goal, to coax out the natural state of canines. The sweet, loving, playful, adorable, precious creatures that all dogs are at heart...

With a pet eagerly lapping his plump balls, fat cock, sweaty arm pits, pudgy toes, and rank tail-hole, Frowst fell into the bliss he craved every moment he was away from home. That ultimate surrender of freedom, dignity, and willpower, all for his amusement was a near priceless commodity. Memories of hard work, keen business sense, and cutthroat competition reminded him what it took to get here. In the sexually sadistic skunks mind, he deserved this! Every ounce energy spent for his relaxation and each moment a pet must endure discomfort to please him, all worth it...

Knowing those entranced by his charms were locked in a state of unfettered joy, he felt no guilt over his lewd antics. Dogs are meant to serve, despite all animals being equal, it’s their place in nature! Canines are at their element when obeying orders or pleasing their masters. They function so much better when under someone’s loving, caring control. The near symbiotic relationship between a well trained dog and their owner is something Frowst has admired since he was a kit. Plus they’re just so soft and fluffy!

This thought led Frowst to gently slip a paw over the pet who passionately suckled his dick. Ecstatic eyes opened at his touch, one of his best boys always eager for attention. Enjoying the plush fur of his Pomeranian, the warming licks sent an easing tingle through his body. Misplaced love poured forth, as these poor hypnotized males tongue bathed one of the nastiest creatures in existence. Regardless of their willing faces, glowing with glee, they all battled with internal struggles of their own. Whether it be the butt plugs in some tail-holes or subliminal messengers on others ears, they all suffered from the doggish need to sniff... One of the skunks absolute favorite traits of any animal, save his own species special spray. Even now, the sharp whistling and wispy whiffing sounds are music to Frowst’s ears!

Bucking disrupted Frowst’s nirvana and caused his pets otherwise masterful tongue to falter. Fangs grazed his dick and Frowst tensed sharply, some aches of the day returning momentarily. Trembling at his mistake, the good dog was pat on the head, then set on the ground. The skunk had grown tired of his disobedient pawrest however... Slipping his paws to the floor, Frowst’s newest pet gave a sigh of relief, but turned to his owner at the sound of snapping fingers.

“You’ve been a very bad dog today Flash. I’m very disappointed in you boy.” The Rottie’s eyes sunk with shame. “Go to the doghouse and present yourself to Brutus. I’m sure you’ll be a good boy for him...” A devilish smirk grew with the pets expanding eyes.

Watching the wannabe rapper trot away against his will, Frowst could only laugh under breath. The much larger Doberman who awaited Flash was sure to show no mercy. What made this even more deliciously devious, was knowing Flash had to enjoy it. Even though Flash was straight as a free dog, his new collar left him completely under the masters control. Not to mention the rubber crotch-case, constantly kneading and tickling his groin... Pair these with a bit of personal training and practically any dog would fall under Frowst’s sexual spell. It’s hard to say no when you can be brought to the edge of orgasm by the words “good boy”...

While a collector of canines, Frowst has no problem ensnaring and using any animal for his desires, even his own species! Most animals are released back into the world at later dates, but some he will keep as toys if their stubbornness persists. This other collection consists of any mammal stupid enough to cross his path. Rival company leaders, reduced to dildos! Police officers, turned into chew toys! Convicted criminals serving their sentences as socks or underwear! Private investigators, mercenary groups, terrorist organizations, loitering homeless, the list goes on! Few who enter Frowst’s manor leave the same. Even those who are released must live life with a completely altered sexual outlook...

Unable to fully recapture his previous splendor, the skunk sighed and began dismissing his pets. “You’ve all been such good boys today! Master loves you all! Their will be treats in each of your rooms!”

Ah, that rampant flurry of wagging tails, such a quaint sight! All those different furry patterns and shapes, some straight or curly, others a bushy ball... Each scruffy butt reacting to the kind words he spoke, like an uncoordinated orchestra! A line formed for goodnight pets and kisses, pets piling atop one another to be at his paws. Frowst took great care to observe the ecstasy his attention flushed into each of his pups.

Despite being of varying ages, they were all his puppies. Frowst see’s all canine anthros as helpless pups, regardless of maturity or prowess. Even the proudest and strongest dog is emotionally stirred by conformational praise. Attach that natural reaction to sexual stimulation and the poor things become so confused, they cant help but follow orders. Watching the last tail bounce away, Frowst bestowed extra endearment on his two remaining pets.

Strolling toward his bedroom, his most loyal dogs at either side, Frowst let out a long yawn. Tomorrow was Monday and the office was going to be overwhelmed by the Metfur case... It’s a shame he was unable to get off before bed. Peeking down at his bounding Wolfhound and loping Border collie, unlawful ideas formed. They’ve been good boys tonight, they deserve a reward so befitting! Frowst began undoing his robe as he entered the bedroom, overeager pups quickly helping him undress. Perhaps he will get off tonight after all, or at least fall asleep with warm tongues caressing his groin delicately.