My Fellow Inmates,
It seem between Errorwolf and the people he is inspiring to write continuations to his stories, he is hedging his bets in this contest.
So here is a new story by Errorwolf, Please enjoy
-: It Begins
‘What am I doing’ I ask myself again as I exit the interstate, finally arriving at my destination: OmniCon’11 a microcon (whatever that means) held at a small hotel/indoor water park in Michigan. My worry is twofold; I’ve never been to a furmeet nor met up with any furs in real life. So I’m understandably nervous about meeting online “friends” IRL, unsure if they’ll like the real me. I’ve been invited to hang out with some of them for room parties and such, but from what I hear, that’s the calmest part of this long weekend I’ve gotten myself into. Secondly I keep coming back to the question of whether it’s the right place to be. Not the hotel mind you, as it is immediately obvious that I’m in the right place, with license plates like WLDWOLF and YIFFOX and more pawprint stickers then I’ve ever seen in my life, no, I still struggle with the basic questions of rightness. I was always a good boy, never did anything wrong, excelled in school, but after my parents found out I was gay…well, you know, it didn’t seem to matter, they couldn’t see past that. So here I am, with the only group that accepted me afterwards with open arms, or paws…but would that change when they met me?
I stretch the kinks out of my road weary muscles, having found a parking spot behind the hotel, I light a cigarette to calm my nerves. As I grab my backpack I see off in the distance a real live fursuiter, I’ve always loved the look of a good suit in pictures but am a bit apprehensive about meeting one, back when my parents took me to Disneyland many years ago I was afraid of the costumed characters, I still don’t know why, just something.
“Great, another thing to worry about” I mutter as I start toward the hotel.
Coming around the corner I see a mass of people near the front entrance, furs just arriving busily unload unbelievable amounts of stuff from cars impossibly small for the mountains of gear they haul. Off to the side there’s the smokers hangout with a few more suiters mingling about, one of which is showing off by trying to do a hand stand….and almost making it.
“Here we go” I say to myself and take the plunge. Walking over to the edge of the gaggle (what does one call a group of furs?) I light another smoke for courage, and as an excuse for being there should I go unnoticed. Scanning the badges I don’t see any names I know, darn, so much for easy. I notice the cluster nearest me is all wearing orange collars with miscellaneous other bands and pins clipped on.
One of the furs who had been telling a joke to the small sub-group takes notice of me and gives a nod, saying “Hello there, I’m Shazam, I take it you’ve just arrived, I don’t recognize you, what’s your name?”
“Randy” I reply, “Randy Fox” I shake the offered paw firmly.
One of the other furs in the group snickers and says in an English accent “Sounds more like a description of every fox I’ve met if you ask me”
“Pay no attention to Nigel, he’s the biggest furvert here, and a fox himself” he says winking at me.
“It takes one to know one Shaz” he quips back, sticking his tongue out.
“Moving on to the more genteel sex, meet Lizzy a Dragon and her mate Bob, a whatzit”
“Charmed I’m sure” chimes Lizzy, who then smacks Bob’s phone almost playfully “Pay attention and put your toy away, I say, you come to a con and spend it online, men”
“I was just trying to get the new FurFinder feature working and the Con site updated with the schedule changes I was just sent, Hi, I’m Blitter Bob”
“Bob is the Con’s tech guy” says Nigel “in fact you’re looking at most of the Con’s Alpha’s, without us the con would bloody well crash and…”
“not even notice I’m sure, and that’s just the way I like it” interjects a newcomer “Ahoy, ErrorWolf the name and insanity is my game”
“Randy” I say, shaking his paw. “This is my first con” I notice that he also wearing an orange collar, but double the width of the other’s, and with no rings.
“Well welcome, I hope you enjoy and I’m sure you’ll see me running around. But I’m afraid we are needed in ConOps” he says looking at the others who grown theatrically.
“I knew it was too quiet” mummers Shaz “back to work I guess, nice meeting you Randy” he says smiling at me as they head inside.
Feeling slightly more confident I wander in myself, spotting the front desk behind a small sea of congoers I wait in the Check-In line. After getting my key (for a room of 1, since I wasn’t sure how things would go I figured worst case I could hide there all weekend) I push my way though the mass to the elevators and catch one just empting when I hear a familiar voice ordering an pathway so incoming furs to get though. Turning I see the same group walking towards the elevators and Nigel calls to “Hold the lift” which I do.
“…I never would have thought you could fit a whole pack of hotdogs in there. Ignorance is bliss when it comes to cons I guess” says Bob as they step in.
“Lucky he didn’t electrocute himself” says Lizzy.
“Ohhh, electro” drools Nigel
“Toaster” says Shaz in answer my quizzical look, then adds “I do love toast”
“So where are you staying on 4?” asks Nigel, noting that their floor has already been selected, with a broad wink.
“412” I answer, trying not to blush at such attention as my traitorous ears burn.
“Oh leave the kid alone Nigel, we’re hanging out in room 427” says ErrorWolf “one of the 3 con suites open for your pleasure, at least until the next ‘emergency’ pops up. Oh, I’m making pizza”
“Thanks” I manage, still unsure of what to say, but I’m saved by the bell as the doors open and we debark. “Maybe I’ll stop by after I settle in” I hedge.
“It’s a date” vamps Nigel.
“Oh come on” says Shaz who grabs his collar ring and drags him off.
Reaching the safety of my room I plop onto the bed and breathe a sigh of contented relief; maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
I awake with a start, darn it, I look out the window and it’s dark out already. Pawing through my bag I change my shirt and grab my collar, a simple red one I got online, but I thought it was cool since it had 3 rings instead of just 1, and clip my tail on.
Heading out the door I scan the pocket schedule to see what I missed, not much being Thursday, the only thing of interest to me was the dance, not that I dance mind you, but its fun to watch from what I hear.
Reaching my destination, I can feel the unce-unce-unce from outside, cracking the door and pushing though the wall of sound, light, and smoke I venture to the back corner.
The place is hopping, with projectors covering each wall and floor, lasers, and furs, lots of furs. And something else mixed in; between the glow sticks and fur suiters I saw something…odd, something that gave me a funny feeling. Carefully working my way to the front (avoiding the dance floor like a mine field) I realize there are more of…them, not sure how to describe what they were wearing as I couldn’t get a good look with the strobing lights, but I knew there was something different about their silhouettes. Before I can make it to the front the song ends and they head out the exit doors on the opposite side of the room from me.
As I work my way though the mixing crowd and hit the doors, I find myself in the cool dark of outside and catch a better look at my query, it’s a pack of furs mostly dressed in shiny rubber and leather wearing an assortment of dog masks. From just a muzzle to full hoods, truly one of the most bizarre sights I’ve ever seen…and yet.
“Arf” barks one of the dogs catching sight of me, followed by others barking at the bark.
“Evening” I manage, and since it’s too late to retreat, walk up to the group.
“Ahoy” calls one of the rubber clad guys (my eyes had adjusted enough by now and was noticing the fact that you could tell gender real easy in that getup, a fact that was not lost on my own growing member)
My curiosity overwhelms my shyness and I blurt “So what are you guys?”
“Pups” laughs one of the non masked members who holds a Doberman looking boy’s leash. “Well, they are, I’m John, a Handler to this one, he’s Pike, my good boy” he proceeds to scritch Pike behind the ear who responds by twitching his leg like a dog. Despite the surrealism of the sight, I had to laugh at the cute antics.
“It’s called pup play, where you pretend to be a pup oddly enough” chimes in another.
“We’re holding a Puparty upstairs” says the rubber pup, who had somehow managed to light a pipe with paws on, “We are heading up there after cooling down if you want to tag along.
“Sure” I shrug, not wanting to show just how interested I suddenly found myself.
We chat for a bit as I’m introduced to the other pups, one of which comes over to me on all fours for petting. Crouching down to pet the pup I get a thrill of excitement running my hand over the smooth black rubber. ‘I must try this; I want to be this’ my mind tells me, it feels like a perfect skin, so slick and warm. Shaking my head to clear these strange feelings I realize someone is still talking to me.
“…back to the party. Coming?”
As we walk around the hotel toward the entrance I get my first fully lit view of the pack, and like what I see, very much.
“Randy right?” asks the piped pup who has dropped back to talk to me. It is then I recognize the orange collar. “Enjoying the con so far?”
“What I’ve seen so far yes” I answer, looking at the group which has started barking at some furs gathered around a hooka near the doors.
“Heheh, well hopefully you’ll see more you like. See you up there” he says with a wink and stops to chat with a fur as we pass.
Continuing with the pack we head up to the 7th floor and into a room that turns out to be a suite with a deck, triple the size of my room, but filled with even more pups and gear bedecked furs. At this point I have a hard time hiding my interest in my baggy shorts, what a day to go freeballing.
As the barking and other greetings subside I slip into a corner to watch and not get trampled by the pups whom all seem to be obsessed with a squeaky toy on a fishing rod. Many of the pups I notice have tails, but unlike mine, they don’t attach to a belt…how does one sit down I wonder?
Now that I have time to consume the sights, sounds, and smells before me I get that feeling again, especially when the “pup fisher” pulls the toy up out of reach and some of the more eager pups start climbing on top of each other, making a very wiggly squeaky dogpile. Oh to be in that pile with so much contact, I’ve heard of furpiles but this takes it to a whole different level.
While I watch the bottom dog manages to shift enough to topple the pile, knocking pups every which way, one of which lands on my foot.
“Ouch” I say
“Arph” says the pup, who whimpers and nuzzles me, sinking to lean against the wall, I take the opportunity to hug the rubbery pup who “wruffs” and wags happily before turning around 3 times and curls up in front of me. What’s a boy to do but keep stroking?
“Are you a good boy?” I ask the pup.
“Arpha” he barks and waggles his butt tail.
“Who are you here with, where’s your handler?”
He whimpers and looks down.
“Aww, are you a stray? Me too I guess.” With that the pup hops up and tries licking me, but seeing as he’s in a rubber pup hood, doesn’t do much. “Down boy” I laugh “Good boy” taking a cue from what I’ve seen others do I ask, “Do you like your tummy rubbed?”
The pup “Arfs” and lays on my lap with his paws up in the air, how can one refuse such a cute pup? As I rub and coo I’m struck by how natural this feels, granted I had dogs growing up, but this is a person playing a dog…of course I’m came here to play a fox…but not dressed like this. Speaking of, it seems this pup *really* likes his tummy rubbed (which I enjoy any excuse to touch him) between the leg twitch and a very nice budge.
“Well you managed to not burn the place down while I was away I see” says a newcomer, looking I see it’s ErrorWolf again, minus hood, who is carrying a tote. “Who’s ready for the drawing? This event’s prize is a custom mask made by yours truly.” He pulls out a mask that makes my heart skip a beat, it looked like some of the other pup hoods, rubbery, but with round eyes that looked like orange sunglasses. With a longer muzzle and bigger ears then most it was in a deep red-orange color that shined in the light, I knew that I had to try for it, no matter what it took.
“It’s dressed in my fursona base color but I can make it any color you want” he was continuing “this prototype has some nice features, like blindfolding eye caps, gag insert retention which seals completely for BC use, and a long cowling on the hood so no more cold naked necks, and with a collar locked on it’s not removable if you lock the zipper head to the collar. Also, it uses a quick-tighten system so you get the ease of a zipper with the compression of lacing in less than 24 seconds”
He proceeds to pull it on, zip it down, and pulls a cord in the back. Sweeping the room with his hidden gaze modeling this way and that he says “mummf murr mem” then removes the gag and says “Who wants it?”
The pups start barking, “mine” jumps into the thong, and I find myself raising my paw with a few other non pups.
“Down boys” he says to the mass of pups that manage to knock him over, “heel, back, look a cat” regaining his feet he adds “I forgot to mention one little caveat, by accepting the mask, you agree to help me with a little experiment, something I’m working on out in the lab this weekend. The Experience will be quite a trip…if it works. So whoever’s still up for it to the middle of the room.”
About 20 pups and such fall in, I overhear a fur say that he wouldn’t trust an unknown experiment with him, but I still find myself joining the contestants, without even knowing what we have to do nor will have to do should we “win”.
“Ok, first off, some of you are not pups, well for now you will be, after all you are competing for a pup hood. So paws all around.” He produces a roll of plastic wrap, socks, and duck tape which he hands off to a pup at his side.
As the pup wraps the impromptu paws on the others, ErrorWolf comes over to me and says “Didn’t expect to see you in the running, if you like I have a pair of leather paws I can loan you.” He produces a set of padded paws with buckles and straps and a big ring on each. “These have been used on many a new pup, if you’re interested?”
I nod, still unsure of what new hell I’ve gotten myself into, but I came for an experience so why not. “Thank you” I manage “Are those bite marks?”
He laughs and says “They’ve seen a lot of love these paws. Make a fist and push hard” I do and love the feel of the soft leather enveloping my hand as he buckles it snuggly. “Now the other one. There, just one last thing” I hear a click and turning my blunted paw over realize that he has locked the strap to the paw, I am well and truly stuck now, but instead of the fear I should be feeling, I get a thrill knowing I can’t get myself out of this. Click goes the 2nd lock and my heart skips a beat or three. “Comfy?” he asks.
“Surprisingly yes” I reply, rubbing my new arm ends together, enjoying the range of feelings that losing my fingers to someone brings.
“A friend once told me; Pups don’t have thumbs, that’s rule one” stepping back and speaking to all he says “Rule two, pups don’t talk! Speak words and you’re out. Third, pups don’t think, they just are, live in the now” “Fourth, pups belong on the floor, so SIT.”
I sit, hoping I do it right, but it’s easy to figure out when there’s a whole pack to emulate. I’m impressed by how much these paws help with being on all fours.
“Five, pups obey their Alpha, and right now that’s me and mine, the judges will be marking you for many things, but disobedience is an out.” He paces in front of the group “We’re going to see who’s an exceptionally good boy among you, and who gets sent to the cage” he points to a very large kennel in the corner with ropes dangling every which way. “Eliminated pups will wait in the kennel till we’re done, and be at the mercy of the Dog Catcher.” He flashes an evil grin.
He stops and crotches in front of the pack “Last chance to exit…Ok, let the games begin!”
Stepping into the kitchenette he says “since there are so many of you, we will run this in stations, I’ll be on the deck preparing for the most challenging portion of this gauntlet and will pull you one by one to come see me, with that, I turn you over to my right-hand pup, Spike” he nods to the pup who was pawing the new pups and mixes a drink “Oh, and for you old timers and of-age adventurous ones, the ‘liquid cocaine’ shots are in the ice bucket if any of you pups need some encouragement come and get it, just remember how high a proof they are”
A couple pups bark and move toward the bar, one of which goes to retrieve said prize when a judge (they had donned hats so we knew them) calls him “OUT! Standing” the pup suddenly realizes his mistake and whimpers sadly, Error gives a bottle to the Dog Catcher as he comes to drag the poor puppy away to have God only knows what done to him.
“Sorry about that, but that’s the way the biscuit crumbles. Anyone else want one?” he grabs the bucket and puts it on the ground. “There, now good luck opening them with paws”
I look into the bucket and see little blank energy shot bottles floating in the ice, that’s a tiny cap, but I rally gamely hoping to impress the watchers and bob for one, recovering from the shock of the extreme cold I emerge victoriously, now what. I can’t keep a grip on the wet bottle and its evil little cap, chasing it across the floor draws a few laughs from the crowd, but I don’t mind them, all I care is finding out what’s inside. Dropping the vial again I grasp it between both paws and use my teeth to twist the top off. Haha, I win! Sniffing the now opened container it smells very strongly of alcohol, and some scents I can’t quite place, not having drunk much. Lipping the bottle and grasping it like a baby bear I upend the contents into my maw, and almost cough it all over, it’s not vile, but dam.
Proudly I carry my now empty container back to the group, I realize that I would be waging my tail if I could, maybe this won’t be so hard to play after all. Error has disappeared and only one other pup has managed to get his open. Sliding up to my pup from earlier I drop my bottle and bark at him, pawing at his bottle playfully to offer my teeth to help. Together we manage to open it, he arfs appreciatively and soon all the struggling pups catch on as we’re called back to the middle of the room.
“Arpha pups, now the fun begins” he produces a set of leashes “half of you will stay here and participate in the obedience games, commands, fetch, and such, the other half with me” he clips the leads to my side of the pack and leads us to the other side of the room, handing off all but one. “Here we will test your endurance, after all, you must be a fit pup to endure The Experience” he chuckles.
“First we have some obstacles” he leads the pup over to a couch “Puppies are not normally allowed on the furniture but in this case you have to, UP” he orders the pup, patting the seat, who hops onto the cushion, wagging happily “Good boy, remember, you must climb up and down on all 4s. Now front paws on the back UP” he walks around behind the couch and taps the back. The pup sits up waits expectantly. “Just like that, good, now the hard part, down, I know you’re not cats” which causes a few growls “but you must jump over the couch” which causes some whimpering “Don’t worry, there’s mats to land on. OVER” And the unlucky pup hesitates for just a moment and fall-slides out of sight. “Very good boy, next!”
As my turn draws near I get slightly nervous, I don’t jump off of swings when I have feet to land on and never did the high dive, let alone like this, but again, I’m already here, and I’d hate to be out over such a small thing. So when he takes my lead I try to move calmly and correctly, gaining the seat and looking over the back I shake my slightly intoxicated head and go for it when I hear the command.
It wasn’t a 10 point landing, but the mats are very soft, and I find I actually enjoyed it, plus the praise for doing good never hurts. Padding back to the line I once again feel proud of myself, ‘over a stupid little nothing like that’, my mind asks? Yes, I am a pup now and anything that pleases my handler pleases me, no matter how trivial! Shutting out my worries I just sit and watch, not even me can stop me from enjoying myself.
“OK, now that you all know the course, each of you will run it 7 times, and quickly” Unclipping a pup he gives the commands and away he goes, around and around. “Good boy, not bad time either. Next!”
Again it comes to me and this time I go for it, waiting only long enough for the next command, till he says “Stop, good boy, I know pups can’t count, you’re done and in record setting time too. Next!” Panting I return to the line, almost bursting with satisfaction, yes, I like this very much.
After a couple more obstacle type challenges, including crawling through a tube that was just a bit too small, he calls an end to the course. By this point we’re all sweaty and panting, I can only imagine what it must be like to be incased in rubber right now. We lost 3 more pups to the Dog Catcher. One of the judges gives us each some water and we’re unleashed and told to go play for a bit.
Crawling back to the middle of the floor I plop over and heave a contented sigh, I never would have dreamed that this would make me happy, just being, happy. I look up as the pup from earlier wanders over and nuzzles against me, reaching a paw (I don’t even notice them anymore) out I bat at him. He rolls onto his back and cuddles into me, again, what’s a pup to do but snuggle in and throw a paw over him. He murrs and we nuzzle a bit, drawing an aww from a watcher or two as the other pups all wander over and pile in.
All too soon rest time ends and we’re called over for our turn at the obedience games, but before it starts ErrorWolf walks in and says he needs a pup outside.
“You’re next” he says clipping his leash to me. Now the couch was one thing, but there I knew what was happening…this however. Walking outside he motions to a dog bed and sits in a chair.
“Alrighty then, Randy right” I nod “Since you’re outside you don’t have to stay pup, I have some questions and an exam for you, so you can speak now. If you want we can take the paws off too.”
I look at my sheathed hands and unbelievably shake my head no. “Ok, good, so you’re not the type to want out too quickly.” He jots something down on his tablet. “First, given the nature of The Experience, any health issues I should know about that could prevent you from doing anything? Fears? Worries?” I confirm no again. “Really, you’re fine with going into this unknown, blind?”
“I don’t know” I finally manage, remembering to talk is harder then you’d think. “I haven’t known what I’ve been doing so far, but am glad I tried it, so I guess I’m a little scared but meh.” I shrug, what else can I say, if it’s anything like this has been I’d do anything for it, but I don’t want to get my hopes up either.
“Good honest answer. Do you like video games?”
“A few, I’m not much of a gamer” I answer, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“K, I have your scores so far here and you’ve done impressively well, especially for your first time pupping. And I see you were one of the first to open your bottle, that’s important, but not as important as how you helped others. I like what I see, good boy” He leans forward and pats me on the head, somehow it wasn’t demeaning like when I was a kid, but felt nice.
“So, one last thing, the exam. On all 4s please” I assume the position and he runs his hands over me, starting at my head. “All good pups get a quick physical, nothing invasive…unless you want it to be.”
I whimper but say “I’m open to most anything I guess.”
He chuckles again and says “I knew I liked you, roll over let me check the other side.” As I do he quickly grabs my arms and legs and binds them together with a strap! I try to ask about this unexpected treatment but first he moves over me and clamps his latex covered hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air. Leaning close he whispers in my ear “Quiet bitch, now you’re mine, so helpless and stuck, what are you going to do about it eh? Nothing that’s what, like a good subby pup, I control all of you, even if you get to breathe. Is that a problem?” For some reason which I have not to this day figured out, I shook my head no…here I am being bound and suffocated by a stranger and I’m ok with it??? I guess I just trust too easy or my yiffyness got the better of me. “Very good, now before you pass out, next test.”
He removes his hand and gives my nipples a quick squeeze, (now this is one of the few parts of this situation that wasn’t new, having an older brother who loved to purple nerple me to win a fight) I manage to stay quiet and just squirm a bit under him.
“Hehe, good pain tolerance, that’s important, let’s check the bone yard” with that he gropes me none to gently “I see you like rough treatment, or at least part of you does, also good, if you win you’ll Experience a new definition of violation, even though I will not touch you like this again”
As I lay there shaking slightly as he undoes the strap and rolls me on my side he informs me “You passed the hardest test with flying colors my pup, congrads, I hope you win, I think you’ll enjoy it.” He lights a smoke and offers me a drag, still shaking from the adrenalin rush I take it and it helps calm my nerves. “Good boy” he sooths, and cuddles up behind me on the bed, draping an arm over me he adds “Very good boy, you didn’t flinch, yes you will do quite well.”
Needless to say, I’m awash with conflicting feelings right about now, how could he do that and then act so, so, I don’t know! One of the worst parts was I really did like it, but why? How? What was wrong with me? But he didn’t seem to care, quite the opposite he seemed to appreciate it. And now as we lay there spooning with him squeezing my paw it just felt right. I didn’t mind, he understood me better than I did, so I let it go, enjoyed the moment and snuggled into him a little closer.
Again he chuckles “That was quick, you are excellent working material. Tell me, what’s your favorite fantasy? This isn’t on the test but helps me understand you a bit more.”
Do I dare tell this wolf anything that may come back to haunt me? He’s already scared me once with something I didn’t even know I wanted. Throwing caution to the wind I reply “Hard to say, ever since I found furry I’ve been obsessed with transformation stories, you know, turning into an anthro or quad of your fursona. I don’t know why but I guess that would have to be it. To really be a fox.”
“That explains your keen interest and aptitude for pup play, since it’s transforming your headspace and roll playing as best we can. And still even a k9”
“I guess that makes sense, I do like this pup stuff”
“Good. Well if you’re feeling ready you can go back inside, but remember the pup rules in there, no talking…hence no warning others, though most don’t get quite your treatment, unless I know them already” He rolled over and climbed back into the chair.”I just wanted to make sure you were really ok after that rather intense exam”
“I’m fine, just surprised” I start padding toward the door.
“Well it won’t be the last, and to quote the cliché ‘Was it good for you?’” He said winking.
I had to laugh, still not sure what to make of this furson, “You were too quick” I quipped back.
“That’s what she said, I’ll make sure to make it last much longer next time, after all, how else do you find limits” he grinned, not a comforting smile, somewhere between a hungry wolf and a sly fox…either way it did not bode well for me.
After returning to my line I was surprised to see so few left, I might just have a chance, but was that a good thing? I mean if just the test was that strange, what was in store?
I performed well in the obedience games, though I was only half there, my mind kept replaying the event outside. I’ve never felt that way before, nor been so helpless. Did I want to be there again, to submit and be fully controlled? At his mercy, his bitch? And the unknown violation…without touching? I just didn’t know, but I did know, I did want that. So darn it I’d keep trying.
As I’d note other pups come back inside I watched for any odd behavior to indicate if they had an experience like mine but could read nothing so strong from them. Maybe that was normal here? Again a tingle of fear touched my stomach, ‘I should run while I still can’, what was I so afraid of…what exactly, we still had no idea.
We were all set loose to relax again, by now there were only 8 pups left from the 20 that started. I made it through the 3 trials, I finally relax, not even realizing I had been tense. Hopping on that evil couch I lay on my side and half watch the goings on, the owned pups were all being taken care of by their handlers, my stray friend comes over and plops down in front of the couch so I dangle a paw to pet him, happy to see he made it too.
The outside door opens and in troops the judges who call the contestants to the floor and ask the watchers to gather on one side of the room, turning us to face them. ErrorWolf orders the Dog Catcher to “Release the hounds” and the lost pups file out to join the watchers.
“You all did well, some missed the mark and didn’t make the end, but only one of you wins the prize” he says as he paces behind us “I’d like to thank everyone who helped put this on” he nods to the judges “and give a bark to all who showed up and especially those that gave it a go” the pups all started barking and howling so I joined in “I love having my own con, no one to complain about my noisy roomparties.”
“So without further ado, we have reached a consensus on the pup we feel would best wear the hood” he nods to Spike who hands him the hood “and survive The Experience with minimal damage…” he stops pacing behind the pup just to the left of me, darn, so close, for something I didn’t know existed only hours ago I was crushed to lose it. “The new pup, Randy!” he kneels behind me and pops the hood on my head…I don’t know what to think, I won! I never win anything. Then my mind catches up with this new thing that’s happening, the hood seats it’s self to my face like a glove, I hear a muffled zipper and whizzing as it gets tighter and tighter, I can feel it touching me from everywhere, squeezing yet not hurting, I almost spunk right then and there from the overload and euphoria. It was dark but not hard to see, quiet but not deafing, wait, the gag was installed again, not that I could speak anyway.
As I tuned back in to the room around me, getting used to seeing though tinted eyes, I noticed the applause and pups bouncing around me and Error now in front of me, speaking…into his watch? ~There we go, congrads~ his voice rings out in my ears ~Yes, you have earphones built in, one of the minor surprises in store for you.~ He grins that stupid not-helpful smile ~Enjoy your new toy, pup, as you’re my new toy fox.~
With that he stands and wanders into the crowd chatting, and I’m hit with a tidal wave of pups all barking at me. ‘So this is what it’s like to be on the bottom of a pup pile.’ I muse, ‘I like it.’ Not wanting to be crushed I rally and slide out before pouncing my pup friend and it begins again. I love pups, I never want to leave this group.
Laughing at the turbulent puphill, the judges gather once again. “So, are we sure about this? Can he handle it?” Asks Spike,
“He’ll do fine” Answers Error, “He’s the most moldable pup since you, I think he’ll enjoy it if he survives”
“Bloody well looks and acts the part” chimes in Nigel, “I’d take that home”
“You’d yiff a cactus if you could. Besides, he’s under my control now, or will be soon enough” remarks ErrorWolf, “I’m going to take a walk to make sure all is set for the night beyond our room, make sure things go well and watch our boy” he says to Spike who nods.
Words fail to describe the rest of that night, pups don’t use words I was told so I guess that’s fitting. I forgot I was wearing the hood, just like the paws before, they were a part of who I was when I am a pup, on the floor chasing a ball (it seems that the muzzle opens and closes even with a gag, so I was good at fetch) cooling off in the quiet pup pile (which didn’t always stay quiet when someone got humpy) or enjoying the drinks handlers kept offering me (there was a bite valve in the gag attached to a tube near my fake front teeth, so I could drink out of a bowl) so by the time most of the others had left I was feeling no pain, not that there was any to feel, the worst part of the night was when pups would leave, I was hooked, I never wanted this to end.
“All right pups, I know I never end these things, hence why Puparties often see dawn.” ErrorWolf announced “But I’m going to sleep on the balcony, things to do tomorrow, those of you who are strays or dropped off are welcome to stay here in our kennel tonight or the whole weekend.” He walked outside carrying a couple more dog beds and blankets. ~Randy, come!~ I yipped at the voice in my head, I had forgotten about that feature.
Wandering out onto the balcony Error had just finished spreading the bed out and was dropping to all 4s as Spike came out and dropped down next to him, looking at me. “Come here boy” he said, “since you’re alone this con and since I’ll need you in the morning you can sleep with us if you wish, I don’t bite TOO hard and Spike’s had his shots.” He proceeded to put the rubber pup hood he was wearing at the dance back on as his pup did the same. Two pups decked out in head to toe rubber wanting to share a bed??? You bet I’m game. But I can still only “Arf” affirmatively.
“One note though, only gear is allowed to be worn in bed, so you have to lose the cloth”
This gives me pause, of all things, am I going to let modesty hold me back now? Screw it, I step up to them for undressing (as I’m still pawed).
“See, I told you he was a keeper” says Error as he works my shoes and socks off.
“So I see” says Spike, then he discovers my lack of under garments. “Quite nice indeed, I like the quick access. And not bad peripherals”
Standing there like so much meat before hungry dogs I still can’t prevent my interest from showing, and growing.
“Oh look, he can do tricks, sit up”
“All right, leave the poor boy alone before he shows you spiting, time for sleep” ErrorWolf lays on the beds and pats the space in front of him, “You get the middle like any good fox”
I settle into my place, gasping slightly as my bare body comes in full contact with all that rubber.
“Oh sure, I get to be poked in the back all night” complains Spike as he settles into the spoon, causing me even more feelings.
“You know you like it bitch” ErrorWolf says with a yawn, and drapes an arm over us, “Good night pups, sleep well”
As I drift off Error whispers in my ear “Remember, tomorrow you’re mine.” Needless to say, I didn’t fall asleep any too quick.