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A throaty groan came from Henry as he woke slowly. What on Earth had happened? There wasn't a single inch of his body that didn't hurt. He tried to open his eyes, but the light hurt enough that he closed them immediately. Hadn't felt this bad since his college days. While it felt like the hangover of a lifetime, no way he would have gotten this drunk at this time in his life. Maybe a few beers with the guys or a couple glasses of whiskey, but certainly not blackout drunk.

No, it had to be something else. He just had to work back through what he could remember and go from there.

Pretty easy to remember what happened. Same thing that happened nearly every day for the last several months. Come home from the office, try to bond wit his step-son, get shot down, get frustrated, and then wait till his wife got home and did her peacekeeping. To put it simply, the kid was a bit of a punk. He was a year older than the others in his class, and was about ready to scrape by at graduating. Henry was all but ready to just toss him out on his ear. Much as he loved his wife, her kid was a spoiled fucking brat.

That's what had happened! He'd gotten a call that Clay had skipped out on school early. Pretty sure that the brat was not there more than he was. Didn't know why the hell it was really his problem anyway. He'd tried with the kid, really had. His wife was certain he was destined for great things, but what parent wasn't sure their kid was going to be amazing? It'd only be a matter of time before Clay was asking people if they'd like to make it a large for twenty cents.

Cue him driving back home to find that bastard calmly reading out of some old book. So that's what he'd been up to? Probably stole it from someone and didn't want to get caught. Not the first time he'd ever grabbed something just because it struck his fancy. Still though, he had to think of his poor wife. She'd been saddled with this delinquent, while he'd only been around a few years. He'd tried being the nice guy, but Clay just kept ignoring him. It wasn't even the 'you're not my father' shtick that they went through so many times. Just full on pretending that he didn't exist.

Admittedly, Henry had lost it when the rabbit just kept ignoring him. He remembered throwing that trashy book across the room. Clay leapt to his feet and they'd begun arguing. Imagine his surprise when he'd sent the kid (19 or not he was behaving like he was 3) to his room and Clay just went with only a glare. they'd have to talk about it, but later when he could sit them all down as a family and discuss the matter. He did remember going to get a whiskey, but he only remembered pulling the stopper then feeling dizzy. Back then he'd just shrugged it off as adrenaline, but maybe it had been something else? Did he fall and hit his head or something? Concussion would explain how much his head hurt.

Cracking his eye open slowly, he wasn't surprised too surprised to see he was in his bedroom. What surprised him was that he was in a cage. Henry frowned and looked around quickly. Not just any cage, they were in Max's kennel. Easy to recognize the smell from the mutt's bedding. Max was a sweet dog, but good lord he stunk up the place.

A growl slipped free of his throat. Clay was the only one that could've gotten him in here. Admittedly, he was impressed that the much smaller rabbit was able to get him into the cage. Didn't make him any less angry at the brat.

"Clay!" he bellowed as he started to stand.

Or at least that's what he tried to do. The name coming out as a bark, legs wobbling unsteadily as he pushed himself up. What the fuck? His head snapped around, looking at the bluish gray pelt that stretched behind him.

Several facts registered all at once. Firstly, he was naked. Quickly followed by the second, he wasn't himself. Quiet literally. Either he was hallucinating or somehow he'd transformed into Max.

Calm down, Henry. No way you're the dog. Must have just hit your head harder than you thought. Just having some weird hallucination and nothing else. All he had to do was focus and it'd be better. Just had to wake up from this weird nightmare.

"It's not going to help."

Henry's eyes snapped open. Clay was bent over in front of the kennel, a crooked smile on his face. "Heard you howling in here, so figured I'd come to check." He shifted to crouch, ears flopping to the side as he angled his head. "What's the matter boy?"

A growl lifted from his throat, "Clay you fuck, what the fuck did you do to me!" Naturally, the words only coming out as a series of booming barks.

Clay's hand snapped up and Henry was hit full in the face with the spray from a bottle. The lion-become-canine yelped and jerked back, bouncing off the side of the kennel. "Bad dog, barking like that." Clay clicked his tongue and shoo his head, "Keep it up and the neighbors are going to complain." The rabbit fixed him with a smirk as he shook the bottle slowly, "Here I would've thought that you would be much better trained." He tsked slowly as he shook his head. The rabbit heaved a sigh, "If only you were as well trained as Puppy. Speaking of which," he whistled, "Com'ere Puppup!"

Henry's heart dropped as he saw his body come lumbering in, tongue rolling from his maw. His regal form, muscles honed by regular gym visits and pelt kept immaculately clean, just barreling into the room on all fours. Dirt and grass stains covered his body, and there wasn't a stitch of clothing on his body. Well, aside from the mangy collar that had been on the dog's neck.

Clay laughed as he reached out to rub the lion's face, "See he's such a good boy, isn't he?" Smooshing the cheeks with his hand, he almost cooed, "Who's a good boy, you are!" in that tone nearly everyone did while babying their dogs. That tone of voice that made his stomach turn because it was so sickly sweet.

Sitting up, the rabbit grinned down at his step-father. "I know you don't like him being in the house, but don't worry. I've already taken him outside while you were napping." Head tilted slightly as he tapped a finger against his lips, "I can't help but wonder what the neighbors would say though if the saw him." Lips curled into a half smile, "Big lion strutting around the yard on all fours, not wearing a stitch of clothes. Lifting his leg against a tree." Another quiet tsk, "Shameful if you ask me. But he's such a good, obedient boy though isn't he! Yes he is!"

This was good and it was only going to get better. Clay pulled his phone out and leaned it against a dresser, making sure the camera had a good view and it was recording what was about to go down. He didn't want to miss a second of it, and knew he'd want to come back to watch it later.

Leaning back, the rabbit gave a slight smile, "Why don't I show you just how well trained he is?"He pointed, "Sit." The lion plopped down awkwardly before him. "Shake." Out came the hand, slapping at Clay's rather than trying a proper handshake. Henry rolled his eyes as Clay worked through a half-dozen more tricks that any mutt with half a brain could manage. Seeing the look on the dog's face, Clay smirked, "Oh that's not all he knows." Reaching down, he began to open his pants, "There's a few more specialized tricks I've been working with him on. Why don't I move on to those?"

Oh no, this couldn't be happening. Harry let out a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a whine as his step-son opened his pants and let them fall. His body sitting there on his ass with tail waving. Clay leaned back and gave his limp cock a couple strokes. "Come here, Puppup." Max scooted up closer, butt wiggling as the wag got to be too much for the lion's tail. Henry could only watch with a dropping heart as that fucking mutt began to nuzzle and snort at the rabbit's cock.

Clay moaned softly as the broad feline muzzle nuzzled his privates. He'd been working hard not to pop an erection before this. Seeing his bastard of a step-father trapped in the dog's body, watching the realization dawn in those eyes, oh it was too delicious. And it was made all the better by how eager his pet was. That nose bumping and rubbing against his balls, tongue brushing his sac with a quick lick. Moving up to tease his shaft and twirl about the base. He let his moan be heard loud and clear as the tongue jumped up his length. Quick laps soon bringing the maw right to his tip. "What a good boy you are," he cooed.

The lion groaned and happily engulfed his cock. No teasing licks like some bitch might give. While the body was fully anthro, the mind was still a dog. A dog that was more than eager to please its master. Which meant that his entire cock was engulfed in that maw, tongue rolling over his cock's undersides. Quiet huffs came from the rabbit as he leaned back, running his fingers through the lion's mane. The action made all the better by knowing just how much time Henry spent keeping that mane of his under control. Mussing the hair was almost better than the attention his cock was getting.

Shame that his pet wasn't that good at giving head. He just kept his muzzle buried against Clay's groin and suckled on it. Just meant that he had to take matters into his own hand.

Getting two good handfuls of the mane, he gave a thrust. Just a quick little pap of groin against muzzle. The dog was used to it though. He'd known about the book for weeks before actually grabbing it. That emo possum freak was always carrying it around. Wasn't hard to get a look at it here and there, he was pretty sneaky when he wished to be after all. Didn't take long before he knew that the book had to be his. Just had to make sure everything lined up perfectly, which is why he'd begun to train his dog.

Hands fell to his lap as the lion just groaned around the cock. Looking up at Clay happily as he continued to suckle. Tongue and lips working at the shaft as his throat just barely kissed the tip. Very good thing that his dog didn't seem to have a gag reflex. Or maybe it was Henry that didn't have one? Didn't know exactly how the spell worked, other than it'd keep up until he reversed it.

Reversing the spell was the last thing on his mind currently. He was more focused on getting off and making that fucker watch him. Wasn't going to be hard either, he'd been saving up for a couple days, even teased himself on and off throughout the day to get that extra large, messy load. A throaty moan lifting from the rabbit as he felt his balls start to churn and clench. Didn't want to embarrass himself though. Had to put on a good showing of just how good of a boy his dog was. The more of a performance he did, the more delicious embarrassment he'd get from Henry.

Which meant he had to pull his cock out of that eager mouth. The lion looking up at him with a rolled tongue and a look of bliss. Grinning, he pulled the head down and shoved his balls into the mouth. Lips curling around his orbs with a groan. "That's a very good boy," he huffed quietly. Reaching down to rub those ears. Prompting a moan from the male under him.

Clay licked his lips and let out a quiet moan of his own. Hand stroking over his cock quickly. Petting the length to keep himself on edge. Warm maw and skilled tongue milked his balls with needy suckles. Body shifting with soft moans as the lion stared up at him, transfixed on that cock bobbing over his head.

Shifting his grip, he let his hand slip up and down over his length faster. Huffing louder to himself, "Oh that's a good fucking cocksucker. You're a good boy aren't you?" a lower groan coming up his throat as cock began to twitch. Precum spilling down onto the waiting muzzle. "You're wanting my cum, aren't you? Such a good dog." Gritting his teeth, he focused on the lion before him. It didn't matter that it was his dog in the body, he'd imagined this for so long. Son of a bitch thought he could just waltz in like he owned everything, start acting like he was Clay's father, and it'd all be okay? No, that mother fucking lion had to be put into his place and this was it. Made to watch helplessly as every last scrap of his image was torn down.

A growl came from the rabbit, "Open wide you fucker." Tail whipping madly behind him, the lion leaned back and opened his mouth wide. Entire body shifting eagerly as he waited for his treat.

Clay's hand flew over his cock before slamming his hips forward. Teeth clenching as he came harder than he'd ever done before. Thick strands of cum jetting from his tip to land on the eager feline. Head snapping around as his bitch tried to catch every last drop that rained from above. Some landed on his tongue, but the majority of it came down all over his head and chest. Strings landing in what had been a very expensive hairdo. A mane already in shambles from the face fucking only getting worse as the rabbit's seed landed in it.

His entire world was spinning from that. The rabbit's chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Happy groans were coming from the lion as he leaned up to lap at the cock, wanting to get every last drop. A twisted smile slipped over his lips as the tongue brought his cock back to life. "Oh what an eager boy you are." He rolled his head to look at the kennel, "But you know how productive rabbits can be, don't you?" If looks cold kill, Henry would've slaughtered him by now. The dog was bristling and growling in the kennel. He was far from done though. A glance towards the bedside clock told him he should speed things along. "Who is a good puppy whuppy?" Whines and wiggle of the rear, "Eager for what comes next, aren't you?" Fingers gave the edge of that king sized bed a pat. "Up."

Max nearly bowled him over in the rush to the bed. Tail and butt wiggling as he planted both hands on the bed and hunched forward. Henry began to growl about the fact that mangy mutt was in his bed, but the noise cut off when he realized what was really going to happen. He could only watch as Clay moved behind the lion and lifted that tail higher. "Who is a good bitch? Yes you are, aren't you?" A happy groan came from the big cat as his hips squirmed more. A soft smack to the rear drawing a surprised yelp, but making the male stop from squirming so much.

Clay's heart was pounding as he brought his cock down to that rear. This had been one of the more interesting things to teach his dog. Took a lot of coaxing and work, but it was all worth it for this.

He groaned as the tight rear spread around his cock. Max squirming with a quiet whimper, but was silenced with a gentle pat to his rear. Ears folding back as the rear was wiggled back into the smaller male's lap. Smirking, Clay curled his hands around the thighs and pulled himself flush to the feline.

The smack of hip on rear echoed through the room. Hands petting over Max's hips before drawing back. Clay's next thrust coming faster. Then faster, the rabbit quickly building up his speed. He didn't have to look towards the kennel to know that Henry would be distraught over this. The lion was too damned protective of his masculine image. Oh it must be tearing his pride apart to have a front row seat to this.

Low groans and pants came from the lion as his head dropped, ears pinning back. His body began to rock back into the thrusts, tongue rolling from his maw with happy groans. Entire frame shaking with the rabbit's rapid rutting. Clay let out a moan of his own, scratching and petting the hips, encouraging the bucks with sounds of praise. "That's my good boy," he huffed. A hand slipping under the lion. Tracing over those powerful thighs, playing with the male's belly, feeling the trail of darker fur that raced towards his groin. He let his fingers play over the male's fur for a long moment before finding that cock. "Nice and hard, aren't you?" He was grinning from ear to ear as he lay his chest on the male's back. "Eager for a hot load up your ass, aren't you Pup?"

Max wouldn't answer, didn't know how to. He was only huffing as his body rocked back into the thrusts. Clay dug his hips in harder, pouring every ounce of strength and speed into the act that he could. Foot thumping as he shifted. A growl slipping up his throat as he held on. Not caring about anything other than just using the lion to get off. Precum only helping him thrust that much faster. His entire world spinning about him as his eyes shut most of the way. Teeth grinding as his climax built faster.

He didn't care if he was fast off the draw this time. Henry wouldn't dare mock him. Not that he was even capable of such a thing at the moment. Who cared if he was quick to finish when he'd already won? There wasn't a goddamn thing anyone could do to him!

A chittering call broke from the rabbit as he slammed in. Hips jerking quickly against the backside as he unloaded. Max threw his head back with a grunting, chuffing noise as he tried to howl his own pleasure. Rear clenching against the cock as the cat came. Spunk staining the end of the bed as the rabbit continued to pepper him with shallow bucks.

The climax was short lived, he wasn't going to take the time to savor it. There were other things on the plan for this evening. He smirked and stepped back, knees wobbling the slightest bit as he did. The rabbit was huffing, sweat matting his fur as he pulled away. "What a good boy you are," he panted. Max looking back at him with tongue hanging out, drool coming from the corner of the lion's maw. "You made such a mess too, didn't you? Yes you did." Flashing a grin, he tapped his lap, "Make sure to clean me up."

Max spun around. Almost too quick since he just about lost his footing. The antics making the corner of his lip twitch into a smile. He watched as the lion dropped to hands and knees before him. Nuzzling the cock with a snuffle before he started to lick and lap at it. Huffing and puffing as he did his best to lap the cock and balls clean.

A quiet sigh slipped from the rabbit, "If only you listened as well as he did." He rolled his head towards the kennel. Henry had turned to have his back towards the pair, but he still stole glances every few seconds.

Mortified was the only word remotely close to what he was feeling right now. What was everyone going to say? Even if he somehow got back into his body, even if he somehow deleted that video, he'd forever have that knowledge of what happened here? What about things he hadn't seen? Clay mentioned taking Max outside, what if a neighbor had seen them? Oh gods, that Mrs. Johnson next door was a gossip! Everyone in the city would know before long if she'd seen it. She loved to spy on her neighbors and couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

Ears twitched as the doorbell rang. "That's for me." Clay flashed a mysterious smile as he pulled his pants up. Reaching out, he tugged at the collar, "Come on, Pup." Max groaned happily and gallumped along behind the rabbit, doing his best to follow on all fours.

Oh god, what was going on? Images of a dozen people filling the house, taking their turns with his body filled his mind. What was that bastard planning? Fear quickly boiled into anger. "You fuck, get back here and turn me back!" Henry's rage-fueled barks boomed through the house. "I AM NOT YOUR PLAY THING, GET BACK HERE!"

The door slammed open and Clay stood in the doorway, an evil glint in his eye. He smirked down at the kennel before stepping in. "Here he is, Sir."

"YOU FUCKER, WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I AM GOING TO... to..." he trailed off, snarling barks falling to a whimper as two rather large guys in gray jumpsuits sauntered into the room. Each one sporting a name tag sewn onto the breast of their uniform, the other side proudly declaring that they were from animal control.

Clay laid his ears back and let out a quiet sniff. Fat, crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks. "I don't know what happened to him, Officer. I got home and... and he tried to attack me!" He lifted his arm to show off several fresh scratches. "Thought he was going to rip my throat out, I was so scared!" Arms crossed as he sobbed, "I... I've ha-h-had him since he w-was a pu-p-pu-puppy and he ne-neverrr acted l-li-like..."

The badger's gaze softened and he gave Clay's back a gentle rub. "It's okay, Son. These things happen sometimes. We'll take care of him though."

Still sniffing, the rabbit nodded and backed away as they approached the kennel with heavy gloves. "H-hey!" Henry barked, bristling as he tried to back away, "Wha.. what are you doing?" He yelped as the entire cage was hefted. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" he practically howled.

"Easy boy," the badger grunted, doing his best to back out of the room with the cage. "Just gonna take you down to the shelter and give you a good check over. It'll be okay."

"CLAY, YOU CAN'T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME. CLAY? CLAY?!" The rabbit had to face the wall to keep that smile hidden as animal control took the kennel and dog out. Who knows what they would do to him, he sure as hell didn't. Oh he might have phrased up things to make it sound like the bastard had rabies, or at least had snapped. Maybe if he behaved he'd get put in a nice home.

An ear twitched as he heard a truck door slam. Wandering over to look out the window. He put on his best distraught face as the animal control officers backed out of the driveway and took off down the street. "And good riddance." He'd never imagined he'd get rid of Henry like this. Who could have, to be honest. Still left the matter of Henry's body though.

He glanced towards the laundry room where he knew Max was waiting. There were a few options, that much was sure. His mother hadn't ever listened to him when he'd tried to talk her into not marrying the lion bastard. "Be nice to him," she always said, "he's a great guy and..." lots of other bullshit he really didn't care about. Never knew what she saw in him. Not that it mattered now. If he could just figure out something to do with Max. That had always been the sticking point of the whole ordeal. He had a rough idea, but wasn't sure how it'd work out. Well, no time like the present.

"Maxiboy!" he called out, roaming towards the laundry, "who wants to go for a ride!" The lion let out another chuffing howl and banged against the door. Max did love his car rides.

Clay glanced at the backseat, Max was sprawled out and snoring. The lion wearing a hastily thrown together outfit. Shorts, a shirt, and collar still firmly clasped in place. Lips twitched into a smile as Clay rolled into a parking lot. It'd taken him a while to find the place. Secret Intentions. Took him ages of weeding through internet forums to find this place. Even longer to get in good with the regulars. He was legal, yeah, but they were still wary of anyone his age wanting to join up.

It was a very selective BDSM club. He'd been slipping out to visit with them for some time. Always under the guise of something else. It was an odd place indeed, some people almost seeming to live there. Not that they couldn't. It was their club after all. It was more into seeking out role playing opportunities than anything else, and some people happened to enjoy playing the role of live-in servants.

And Clay had gotten a key from one of them.

The car, Henry's car, found its way into a parking lot nearby. Not too far of a walk, but it would give a good view of the club's rather subdued sign. "Maxy," the lion snapped up as soon as his name was mentioned. Tail thumping on the seat. Flashing a smile, he slipped out of the car and helped the lion out. "Okay, stand up." The lion reared back, standing as best he could. Dog mind still used to walking on fours even if the middle-aged lion body was meant for two. "Good boy, now walk... walk." A wave of his hand sent his pet wobbling towards the building. Out came his phone, Clay snapping a quick picture. Getting lion, car, and heavy bushes all in one shot. That was step one.

Step two involved slipping around where the cameras were. Turns out giving security some choice pot was a good way to get into the offices. So he knew where the blind spots were. Had plenty of time to note them down on repeat chill sessions.

Over to a side door, he fished out the key and let himself in. Max following on his heels as they ventured into the club proper. The lion was sniffing and looking around, ears standing tall as he did. Clay grabbed the collar and pulled him in close, "Hold still," came the quiet hiss. He pulled out a new collar to replace the one already worn. It was cleaner, newer, a brass disc shining bright. Instead of his dog's name and their address, it simply read, 'Hi. My name is Bitch Puppy. I'm open for anything. My safe word is Bananas.' The reverse of the token had the club's sigil on it. It was a clear indication someone had invited him in, but they'd be scratching their heads over who eventually. He'd seen a fair number of pet play people wearing one just like this. If there wasn't an owner listed, then they were open game for anyone.

Slipping further up the hall, he peered out into the main room. A handful of people. Not surprising since there were always at least a handful of people hanging about.

"Hey, Maxiboy." He kept his voice low. "See those people?" The head snapped towards the couches, "They wanna play. You wanna play? Yes you do, yes you do!" A push, "go play!" and the lion was bounding across the club on all fours. Trying to bark as best he could.

Clay slipped back into the hall, watching as the group shifted and looked up, talking amongst themselves. They laughed and rubbed the lion's freshly brushed mane, read his tags, and began to talk to each other. He could easily imagine the conversation. Who was the newcomer? When did he get in? And, before too long, asking what his limits were. The lion wasn't about to break character of a lovable, goofy dog though. Wasn't too long before pants started to come down and Max began to show off his tricks.

Whiskers twitched into a wider smile as he snuck his phone out. The photos would be horrible. Zoomed in, grainy, low light, and no flash. All that mattered was that he got a good shot of the lion going down on a mare while a large bear was preparing him for some fun. Then a good shot of them sandwiching together. And then...

Oh my. Clay had better slip out before he got too distracted. If he showed up so soon after their new toy did, then they'd immediately begin to suspect him of some strange game. He'd be back later though. Maybe in a few hours once they were trying to figure out who the lion belonged to. Heading back down the hall, he would head outside and back to the car. The book was waiting for him out there and he had a lot more spells that he wanted to read through and eventually try out. In time though. With Henry out of his hair, he'd have a lot more time to do what he wanted. Speaking of which...

"OMG, Mom." Fingers flew over his phone's screen. "School drummed up some BS and called Henry. Came home and he was yelling at me. Sent me to room then said he needed to calm down. Was curious so left house and followed him." Attach the first picture. "Dunno where we are, don't see a sign." He watched the clock on his phone. Giving it a few minutes. His mother wouldn't reply, she couldn't have her phone on her at work. Sure, he could've fired them off one after the other, she probably wouldn't check the time stamp, but better safe than sorry. After a few minutes, he fired off another, "Mom..." The mare getting mounted, "Oh god..." Bear mounting from behind, "I'm so sorry, Mom..." He licked his lips, pants growing tighter as he grinned to himself, "I got his car keys, leaving this bastard here!"

Dropping his phone to the passenger seat, he settled on a leisurely cruise. He had a car, a full tank of gas, Henry's wallet, and the book. Life was good.