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Until x-mas

Commission for Pupwhisky

By Ajax B. Coriander

The colorful lights on the Christmas tree danced across the walls of the apartment. Stockings hung from hooks on the wall, and presents rested peacefully under the tree. Everything was still except for the tail lashing back and forth from behind the couch. The Golden Retriever who that tail belonged to was peering over the couch to make sure the coast was clear, before he snuck towards the tree. Each strep was careful, calculated, as he tried not to make a sound to wake his roommates.

The dog's collar shimmered in the colorful lights as he got onto his knees, and his tail wagged against the tail-strap that attached above his boxer briefs. Whiskey knew he shouldn't be under the tree like this, but the excitement was becoming too much for him. He had to try and figure out what was inside of them. His nose twitched above his red bearded face, and he tried to see if he could pick up any scents under the wrapping paper. But then, a strange scent caught his attention. It was kind of sweet, but it was rather peculiar. He couldn't make out exactly what it was, but he found himself drawn to it.

He reached forward and grabbed the gift that was wrapped in simple green paper. The tag was addressed to him, but it also said in bold black sharpie "Do not Open until X-mas." The dog ran his fingers over the simple packaging. It was small, maybe the size of his fist. It felt so light, and when he shook it he couldn't hear anything moving around inside. But the scent of it was amazing... it reminded him of if pure and utter joy, if he had to put a scent into words. He sniffed the outside of the package again, and his fingers started to play with one of the folds where the tape lay.

What could a peek hurt?

He could just work off the tape, look at what was inside, and then tape it back up before anyone was the wiser. The Retriever grabbed a pair of scissors from the coffee table, and he used the blade to carefully cut the tape away without hurting the paper. He carefully unwrapped the package, and he found a simple brown package inside. The top of the package had the same message as the tag did, it seemed strange, something like a final warning on the box. But Whiskey ignored it, and opened the box to peer inside.

His head cocked to the side, and he looked at the mostly empty space curiously. There was just a single small thing inside of the box, it was a tiny cloth tag about the size of someone's thumb. He reached inside, picked it up, and then looked at it closely. It was mostly blank except for some washing instructions that had been printed on it, and the logo of a winking crocodile wearing skull makeup.

The dog looked at it in confusion, trying to figure out what it could be, but he was at a loss. Maybe these were all decoy presents Shelby had laid out for him, because he knew the pup wouldn't be able to resist taking a peek. He shrugged and tried to put the tag back in the box, but when he opened his hand the tag stuck to his palm. He tried to scrape it off using his fingers, but it didn't seem to want to budge. He looked at his hand for a moment, and his eyes went wide as he saw the tag seem to melt into his palm. His jaw opened slightly, and his heart began to race.

He went to get up and flick on the lights, but a sudden surge of pleasure sent him crashing to the ground. His whole body began to tingle, and the spot where the tag had sunk into his hand had begun to burn.

Whisky went to cry out for help, but when he opened his mouth something fell out of it. He looked at it just for a moment. It was a soft piece of fluff like cotton, he reached out and touched it, and sure enough that's what it was. He looked at it in confusion, before a wave of pleasure surged through him. He collapsed to the floor and groaned as clumps of his fur began to fall out, and something rose up in its place. He reached out and touched one of the bare spots, it was soft and silky like a rabbit's fur. He felt so soft. He felt so good and comforting to touch.

He tried to get up, but the second he put pressure on his knees he fell to the floor again as they buckled under him. He looked down at his legs, and his eyes went wide as he saw them seeming to puff out and straighten. The definition was leaving, and his legs were starting to look like long tubes. He whimpered as he looked at his paws, and saw them starting to shift and round off. He watched them as they turned into a toy like version of what they'd been. He watched as his toes fused, and became a soft rounded hump on his new "paw".

He turned his head towards the bedroom, and he started to crawl forward. He grunted as he felt the bulge in his underwear start to grow at the rubbing, soon his cock was hard and leaking as he got a few inches closer to the door. Another surge for pleasure surged through him, and the strength in his arms began to fade. He watched his arms as they began to round off just like his legs had. He watched as his fingers fused together, and they started to shrink. His arms felt like pool noodles at the end of his shoulders, he went to try and grasp the floor and pull himself forward again, but all he could manage to do was roll himself onto his side. He felt his insides tingle, and he watched as his belly began to puff out. It looked so soft, so inviting, like it was begging for someone to touch it.

Whisky's vision went blurry for a moment, and his eyes seemed to gloss over for a second. They burned for a few moments, and then they became like plastic. Those blue plastic bobbles stared at the dog's body, wondering if it was even really his own anymore. He opened his muzzle again, but again nothing but fluff came out. His mouth felt dry, and his nose itched. He felt his black nose start to grow plush rabbit like fur over it's flesh, and then he felt his muzzle start to round off like his paws and hands had. The Golden Retriever's ears felt floppier, and bigger. He felt another strange sensation, and he realized that he was starting to shrink.

The world around him seemed so much larger with each passing moment as he grew smaller, his underwear was shrinking with him and, if anything, it felt tighter than it had before. Soon he was the size of a queen size pillow, and his soft body felt impossible to move. He felt his muzzle start to grow some kind of strange silicone lining as his tongue fused to the bottom of his mouth, and his teeth turned into little rubbery rounded nubs. He felt the fabric along the back of his boxer's split under his tail, and new button straps form on it to hold it together. His tail went limp, and it hung against his backside. He felt a spot on his rump start to burn, and he was able to turn his head to watch as the tag he'd picked up from the box popped from the spot and through his boxers. A whimper escaped his lips, before the last of his strength faded, and he went limp against the floor. The dog's head was limp, and his new soft plush muzzle rested against the carpet. He couldn't move his head, so he was forced to keep his gaze under the coach.

_Oh, that's where the remote went,_was his first strange thought. He knew he should be scared, that his heart should be racing, but he felt strangely calm.

That made him realize that there was a sound that he was missing, one he hadn't even bothered to hear, but that had been with him his whole life. The sound of his heartbeat was gone. Just the eerie sounds of the room remained. He could hear the humming of the electricity through the Christmas lights, he could hear the cars outside, but that familiar sound of his heart beating was gone. Was he dead? No, he was thinking, he couldn't be dead.

He knew he should be freaking out, but it was like there was some voice inside of him that was keeping him calm. Maybe the voice was his own, but something about it did feel so right. He was just so soft, so easy to hold and squeeze. He felt his shaft stir in his sheath, and he felt that silicone little dog cock start to rise from it and rub against the inside of his underwear -- the underwear that kept it trapped there and locked away safe and sound. He whimpered, and was surprised he could still do that. He was so helpless, trapped inside of his own body unable to grab ahold of the throbbing shaft trapped behind his tight underwear.

Whiskey heard a strange jingling sound, it was one that he felt like he'd heard before, but he couldn't quite remember where. He felt a cold breeze, and it began to surround him. He heard a soft whirling, and then he heard someone clicking their tongue. He whimpered softly, he tried to talk, but that seemed out of his capabilities. That person walked over and flopped down on the couch, and then used his paw to flip the plush toy on his back and over a bit so he could see him easily. It was a man he thought he would never see. Someone who he didn't think was real. But as that massive polar bear looked down at him, and considering what just happened to him, he knew there was only one person it could be.

Santa Claus.

"Always a naughty puppy, I thought you might have grown out of it, but I guess that wasn't that case..." The naked polar bear said. "Well, I suppose I knew you wouldn't be able to make it, it's why I put that gift in there just for you to find if you went snooping." The bear said as he put his paw on the plush Golden Retriever's face, forcing him to inhale that sharp scent as he sat idly on the couch.

"It isn't reversible, I've given you one too many chances. You're a naughty dog for snooping in your presents, and I think this is more fitting than a lump of coal. You're going to make some good boy very happy at least." The bear said as he took his other paw, and pressed it against the silicone erection inside of the dog's underwear. He started to slowly tease its length with his sole. "Though, I'm guessing from the feel of this you rather like that idea, don't you puppy?" The bear said with a grin.

"You like the idea of being a helpless toy at the whims of a good boy? Who is really under the good boy's paws? And whose holes are always ready for a breeding?" Santa asked.

All Whiskey could do was whimper under the bear's paws as they molested him and the man himself leaned back into the couch. The ursine chuckled, and then teased the tip of Whiskey's new silicone cock with his toe.

"Well, since you were the bad one, I guess there's no reason I can't enjoy myself." The bear started to stroke his white sheath as he squashed that helpless plush retriever under his paws. He huffed a bit, and he squeezed that silicone cock between his toes. He stroked himself until he was hard and dripping, before he finally reached down and grabbed that helpless dog from off the floor. He flipped the dog onto his stomach, and he grabbed the plush's rump to squeeze it.

Whiskey moaned at that, the man's touch felt so good. Though it wouldn't have mattered what it felt like, because really he was powerless to do anything about what happened to him. Whisky felt the man start to undo the buttons that held his underwear together in the back, and he revealed the pup's pink silicone hole, which rested between his fuzzy golden cheeks. The bear wiggled his fingers, and a green bottle of lube appeared in his hand. He popped the top of the bottle, and he squirted it into the toy's hole. The lube felt strange, it was warm and it tingled. It was like pure happiness was being poured into him.

He could actually feel that warm lube dripping into him and moving up through his new insides. His silicone cock twitched, and a little huff escaped his new muzzle. The bear slipped a finger into that new hole, before grinning and lifting the dog up again. He lined up the head of his cock as he held the dog by the arms and he let the heavier than normal plush start to sink onto his cock under his own weight.

Whiskey groaned as he felt that cock start to slide in him with ease, which was just what he was made for. He would have squirmed if he could have, but instead he just enjoyed what was being done to him, it was all he really could do. He soon found his rump resting in Santa's lap as the bear slowly rubbed his own cock through the Retriever's plush belly. When he was a pup, he never imagined he'd be sitting like this in Santa's lap one day... The bear wrapped his hands around the soft dog, and he started to slowly bounce him in his lap.

"Oh you feel so good, I really out did myself with you. You're going to make one good boy very happy," the bear moaned as the dog in his lap whined as he felt his prostate being pounded over and over again by the bear's cock. There was no need for him to stretch himself out or get use to anything, he'd just been there and ready to use. His cock twitched behind that fabric, and a little wetspot started to form at the tip.

The bear leaned forward and nuzzled at the dog's floppy ear, and whispered into it. "Feel that pressure inside you pup? I bet you want to come so bad," The bear huffed as he nuzzled and nibbled on that floppy fuzzy ear. "I would let you cum, but I want you to be nice and horny for who I give you to for Christmas. They're already going to get you filled with bear cum, I wouldn't want them to think you're too used. Though, they might not let you cum either. Just keep you a nice horny toy forever... It isn't like you can complain after all. Maybe one day you'll get lucky and that little silicone cock will get to spurt your goo while he's fucking a nice warm load into you."

Whiskey whimpered at that, he hadn't thought about that... without access to his paws there was no way for him to get off without help! He was just going to be stuck and horny with no way for release. He could feel that cock flexing against his prostate as it drilled into him. The bear was squeezing him tightly as he leaned back and just enjoyed what the new toy had to offer. He started to slowly hump into the puppy toy, his big white balls slowly bouncing between his thighs as he just enjoyed himself. There was no need to hold back, no need to worry about the critter in his lap, that dog was now just a toy to be used and enjoyed. He squeezed the Whiskey's junk through the underwear one more time, teasing that dog's needy silicone cock, until he heard the cutest softest little needy whimper. He grinned and his eyes closed tight as he hilted himself inside of the new toy, and he came deep inside of the dog. Long thick shots of cum shot up through the long straight tube that connected to his muzzle. Whiskey could taste that thick cum as it splashed against the back of his throat and then oozed onto his tongue. He moaned around that thick cock, his silicone dick pulsing like wild as it begged for the simplest touch that would not come.

"Huff," the bear panted and held that toy tightly against the base of his cock as he recovered. He licked his lips, and rubbed between the dog's ears. He traced a finger along the collar around the retriever's neck. "Well, there's a good boy in Washington that needs his new cocksleeve, and it'll be Christmas soon. I should get you wrapped up and ready to go." The bear stood up, and yanked the plush toy off his dick. That big coal black tool dripped cum onto the carpet as it dribbled from the dog's rump as well. "Though... I might need to see how my reindeer like you first..." The bear said with a toothy grin, before he wiggled his fingers and the two of them disappeared in a swirl of snow.

End.