I lay curled up naked on the floor, my owner sitting at his computer desk working. The room peaceful, my owner happy, content and focused on his tasks, as I rest contently, just happy to be beside him. I can't really remember how long we've been together, it must be several years by now, in that time he has never once mistreated me and always looked after me. I do vaguely remember a time long ago though, when our relationship was very different and this life was only supposed to be temporary.
5 years ago:
I sit next to my best friend, his face overwhelmed with grief, his eyes reddening with tears. He'd lost his dog a few weeks back and he still hasn't gotten any better, the pain still consuming him. He is in such a state that I've even moved in for a while to keep him company, he isn't a very sociable person, his dog was the one thing he spent time with on a daily basis. Seeing him so sad though breaks my heart, I wish their was a way to make him feel better. I've tried everything I can think of but nothing has worked, he has even refused to get another dog to keep him company as he doesn't want to go through the pain of losing them again, which I can understand. If only you could have a dog who lived longer. A crazy thought suddenly comes into my mind, it's insane but I'm open to anything at this point.
I get up and leave the room, moving through the house, quickly making my way to my friends bedroom and quickly pull out a large box of bondage gear. We don't keep much from each other and I still remember the time when his parents found it by accident when snooping around, I've never been into it myself but I never judged him like they did for it. Finding what I'm looking for I pull out a leather collar, chain leash and a small padlock. Holding the items I return to my friend who looks at me confused after seeing what is in my hand.
"Why do you have those?" I stand nervously, suddenly having second thoughts about my idea, maybe it's stupid.
"I just had an idea, it's probably silly, but what if I were to be your pet dog for a while? You just seem so sad and I want to make you feel better." I look away slightly embarrassed, this was a dumb idea, he'll probably think that I'm weird now.
"You'd do that for me?" I look up slightly surprised, his face smiling for the first time in weeks.
"Yeah, of course I would if it will help. I'm staying here for two weeks, so why not say that for the next two weeks I'm your pet dog, your puppy."
"Alright then. But first you need to take off your clothes." I pause for a bit, we're very close friends but we've never seen each other naked before, at most we've only seen each other in our underwear. Although what he is saying is true, animals don't wear clothes. I slowly start to remove my clothes, pulling my top off and then undoing my trousers, allowing them to full to the floor, pulling my socks off as I pull my legs through. I stand for a moment in just my underwear, embarrassment flowing over me as I pull them down and stand naked in front of my best friend.
"Good boy. Bring the collar and kneel down in front of me." I walk slowly towards him and drop to my knees handing him the collar and leash.
"Sit." I look a bit confused and begin to move my legs.
"No, stay kneeling and rest on your front legs." Feel him guide my arms so that they're on the floor in front of me as my body leans forward slightly.
"Good boy. Now lower your head for me." I do as I'm told and bow my head, feeling the leather wrap around my neck, the material feeling surprisingly nice, almost natural, and I jump slightly as I hear the click of the padlock, securing it in place, making me unable to remove it. I look up at his smiling face as I feel his hand stroking my head, the feeling is rather comforting and enjoyable, while still feeling embarrassed and humiliated by it, I also feel happy and reassured as he continues to stroke me, a content look on his face as he pets his new pet.
I watch as my new owner moves around the house, placing several items around the house, carrying food bowls into the kitchen, putting down a dog bed in the living room and lastly carrying a box and placing it down in front of me. As the box opens I look into it curiously, inside is a collection of dog toys, balls, squeaky bones, hard rubber bones, and various other toys.
"You want to play?" I must admit that I am a bit curious about these toys and doing something like playing together might make him feel better.
"Woof!" I feel a bit ridiculous barking instead of talking but I don't want to break character. I watch as he holds up a ball.
"Do you want this?" I watch the ball as he moves it before throwing it across the room.
"Go fetch!" I turn and crawl across the floor after the ball, finding it I pause for a moment, I can't just pick it up with my hands, dogs don't have hands. I quietly sigh slightly as I lower my head down to the ball and pick it up in my mouth, I hope he appreciates what I'm doing for him. As I crawl back over to him, with the ball held humiliatingly in my mouth, his joyful smile shows that he does, so does the reward of strokes as he takes the balls from me.
"Good boy. You want to play some more?" Despite the humiliation I did actually enjoy myself, part of me wants to keep play8ng and enjoy the time I have with my friend.
"Woof!" I watch as he throws the ball once again and eagerly chase after it.
I breath hard as I bring the ball back once again, I've lost count of how many times, my mind lost in the enjoyment of the game. It's strange, once I get over the humiliation and dehumanisation of being his pet dog, I'm actually enjoying it and finding it pleasant and relaxing, just being in the moment, enjoying the sumple things, not worrying, just being with my best friend.
"Are you getting tired?" I just breath hard and pant as he takes the ball from me.
"Maybe it's time to have a bit of a rest. Come on, follow me." I stay still on all fours as he gets up and obediently follow him, curious about what he wants me to do next. We stop at the other end of the room, a dog bed sits on the floor in front of me. He wants me to rest in a dog bed?
"Lay down." Not really having much of a choice a new wave of humiliation fills me as I crawl into the surprisingly soft, warm and comfortable dog bed and curl up, resting my head on the raised edge.
"Is that comfy?" I close my eyes in response as he strokes my head affectionately. It is actually really comfy.
I slowly open my eyes as I smell something delicious in the air and my stomach rumbles. I must have fallen asleep while he was fusing me, I hope he never tells anyone about this.
As I feel my stomach rumble once more I rise to all fours and sleepily crawl out of my bed, immediately feeling the cool air on my warm body, reminding me that I'm completely naked, except for the collar around my dry throat. Investigating the smell I enter the kitchen and see a dog bowl full of water and move over to it and without thinking lower my dry mouth to it and begin drinking it down.
"Did you have a good nap?" I turn to see my friend looking down at me, only now feeling conscious of my actions but part of me doesn't care, I was thirsty and there was water, it was that simple.
"Are you hungry? I just finished making you some special food for the next two weeks." Special food? It hadn't even occurred to me about what food I'll be eating while being his pet, I hope it's not actually dog food. Although right now I'm hungry, so I'd love to be feed something.
"Woof!" He smiles and opens the fridge and pulls out a small plastic tub and empties the contents into my bowl, which thankfully isn't actual dog food but doesn't look to different from it, a mixture of mince meat and vegetables, held together in some sort of thick gravy or sauce. Smelling the food I feel my stomach rumble again and almost without thinking lower my head down and take a mouthful of the slightly warm meal, only cooled in the time in the fridge, and start happily eating it down.
As I lick my lips, satisfied and no longer hungry, a small wave of embarrassment enters my mind but I push it to the back of my mind, I was hungry so I ate. As I sit I feel a worrying preasure begin to build in my bladder, I subconsciously let out a small whimper as I think of what this means, dogs don't use the toilet in the bathroom.
"What's up boy? Do you need toilet?" Before I can react, maybe call time out for a minute, I feel a leash clip to my collar and it gently tug, prompting me to obediently follow him towards the back door. I sit nervously as he unlocks and opens the door to the garden, still lit by the evening sun as it peaks over the fences. I feel the tug on my leash, what if people see me like this? It was alright when I'm inside, in private, just my friend seeing me reduced to a pet, but I'd hate to be seen out here.
"Come on." I nervously step my front paw outside and force myself to crawl into the open, the air flowing over me making my exposed body feel even more visible and on display, but the feel of the leash and the presence of my friend and owner does help reassure me.
"Good boy. There is no reason to feel frightened, you're safe in the garden and with me." His voice sounds honest and truthful, he really will keep me safe, that fact increases my confidence as I continue my walk outside. Stopping I look around still not confident about the whole peeing outside and in full view, not to mention I feel a strange preasure to behave, to be a good boy, which only adds a conflicting worry.
"It's alright, this is where you go toilet." I don't know what comes over me but hearing him give permission relaxes me enough and I feel a warm stream of piss as I begin to relieve myself, unable to stop once I start, embarrassment filling me as I stand in the open, naked, leashed and on all fours, pissing onto the grass like a shameless animal. But I guess right now that's all I am, and why should I feel embarrassed? I needed to pee, so I did, that's what animals do.
"Good boy." I smile slightly at the praise and feel his hand stroke me as I shake, his reassurance making me feel better, less humiliated, able to not care if anyone sees me, I made him happy, that's what this is all about after all. Pleased with myself and with a new confidence I proudly follow my owner back inside.
I rest my head lazily on his lap, his hand absent mindedly stroking and scratching my head as he watches TV. As much as I've found today to be embarrassing and humiliating, I have to admit that it's also been nice, I've never felt so loved and cared for, part of me actually want to be his pet dog, to be a good boy, seeing him happy is so good to see after he has been sad for so long, for now I'll do my best to enjoy our time together as owner and pet,
I look up as the TV suddenly goes quiet, I'd long stopped caring about what was on it, focusing more on my fusses. I look up at my owner and as he strokes my head.
"Time for bed." I look over at the dog bed sitting ob the other side of the room and crawl over to it, the soft material feeling nice as I yawn tiredly. As I lay down and curl up inside it I feel a warm hand stroke my side.
"Goodnight. See you in the morning." As the light goes out I'm plunged into darkness, my world going quiet as I hear my friend climb into his bed. Having time to think part of me wonders what I'm doing here, why am I pretending to be a dog? Is it really just to make him happy? Should I stop this before it goes any further? Yawning again I close my eyes, maybe I'll sleep on it and see how I feel in the morning.
Two weeks later:
I stretch out in my bed as I hear my owner walk into the living room, I pant happily as strokes me while I wake up.
"Good morning." I slowly climb to all fours and enjoy the feeling of my owners hand running down my back, my cock growing hard inside its chastity cage as I grow in happiness. Although I don't enjoy the feeling of the cage, my owner says that it prevents me from any inappropriate behaviour, once I got comfortable being his pet, I found myself getting hard when he strokes me, so he had me put on this device until I learn to behave.
As my owner moves towards the kitchen I follow, my morning wood and full bladder making me desperate to be let outside, sure I have the litter box but the bathroom floor and the litter are so uncomfortable, unlike the soft grass, so if I can I wait to go outside. I eagerly move to the backdoor and let out a whimper and sit patiently as the door is opened for me. Without even thinking or caring about the neighbours seeing me, I race out into the garden, finding a patch of grass, and standing on all fours in the open, I relieve myself, the preasure in both my bladder and cage fading as I do.
Happy and hungry I quickly return inside, to my home and my owner, neither of us noticing or caring that today is two weeks since I temporarily became his pet.
Two months later:
I sit happily by my owners side, his hand stroking my head.
"You know I have had so much fun having you with me as my pet, that I completely forget to stop after two weeks." Two weeks? Oh yeah. Has it been two weeks already? Stop? Why do I feel frightened and worried by the idea that this will end? Shouldn't I want to return to my human life? My lonely, busy, complex life. With my owner I'm free of all those things, I'm loved, cared for and I make him happy.
"I think you have enjoyed it as well, as you also seemed to have forgotten for the last two months." Two months? It's been two months? Did I really enjoy this life that much, not once have I thought about not being his pet. I look up at him confused, what does this mean?
"I think I already know the answer but would you like to be my pet forever?" I can be with him this way forever?
"Woof!" My response just slips out of my mouth, surprising me slightly, as joy and excitement fills me. Of course I want to be his pet forever. I pant happily as he strokes my head lovingly and smiles down at me.
"I'm glad to hear that. You'll be my special pet and live with me forever."
5 years later: Present day:
I look up at my owner, I don't think that I've ever regretted my decision to stay with him, to permanently be his pet or miss my old life as a human being. He loves me so much and I make him so happy, he always looks after me, feeds me, provides me with fresh drinking water, plays with me, strokes me, takes me outside into the garden for walks and to go to the toilet, washes me when I've gotten a bit to dirty, I couldn't ask for a better owner.
I rise to all fours, my limp cock hanging alone as I move, my owner had me neutered shortly after I agreed to be his pet forever, honestly I don't miss it, it also made me much mor2 calm and content, better than having that device locked around my cock and all that inappropriate behaviour. I move over to my owner and rub my body against his leg, his warm hand lovingly stroking my back in response.
"I love you to."