There was always a strange tension in the air on midsummer. On the surface, it looked normal enough. The children happily played tag and hide and seek, the teens played football, and the young adults stood around sipping drinks and chatting. It was the adults who wore a fake smile and sent worried glances towards the young adults like me.

I caught a glance by my mother, and she quickly looked away. I looked away too, huffing. Things hadn't been right between us since the fight a couple of weeks ago. Mom hardly looked at me while Dad didn't even acknowledge my existence anymore.

Someone tugged on my sleeve. "Think you'll win this year, Alex?" one of my friends asked.

I smiled at him, recognising his attempt to distract me. "You never know. I got second last year. I could do with fifty bucks."

"Man, I'm never getting it. Those pesky berries are so hard to find. How the hell am I supposed to tell their leaves apart from all the other green in the forest?" he grumbled, glowering at the treeline beyond the field.

"If you left your house some more, maybe you'd stand a chance. You can't even tell apart a magpie from a moorhen. It's really not that hard."

"If it's that easy, take me along, then. Seeing is believing." When I hesitated, he said, "Come on, man. I don't want to disappear. The ones that do always went in alone."

He looked over his shoulder, and I followed his gaze to a long-haired girl with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes. Annabelle had been the one to disappear last summer solstice, turning up two months later. She seemed different in a way I couldn't put my finger on, and she had the same strange vacant look everyone who had disappeared did.

I swallowed and nodded. Safety in numbers. Plus Tom was letting me crash on his couch, so it was only fair. "Deal. So long as you give half the solsticeberries you find to me. I'm already 23, you know. I only have two chances left to win before I'm too old to participate."

"You're a dinosaur, is what you are. A tiny little leaf-eating raptor." Tom ruffled my hair with a grin. I swatted his hand away. He was far too fond of abusing our height difference.

The church bells began to ring, and we congregrated around the small wooden podium. The mayor of the town gave the same talk as she did year about the importance of coming together as a community, celebrating summer, and hope for a bountiful harvest season. She began rattling off the usual program for the day, with a pie contest, games, flower wreathing, and a big potluck in the evening. And, of course, the young adults' foraging competition for solstice berries, roots, and mushrooms for the potluck.

At her call, we stepped forward. She handed each of us a basket and tucked a flower behind our ear ('for good luck'). When all thirty of us stood in front of her, basket in hand, she took us in for a moment with pursed lips and a worried frown. Then she smiled. "I wish all of you the best of luck. May the best forager win. Come back before sunset!"

The crowd parted to let us pass. Some younger girls dashed to the forest. Others lingered, happy to wait out the pie contest first. Tom nudged my shoulder. "Go on then, leaf raptor. Show me your secrets."

With a snort, I headed to the forest too, Tom at my side. The sounds of the festivities behind us quickly quieted as the air turned cool, but with a few dozen people chatting, it was hardly silent. I pulled Tom into a small trail, ferns brushing against our trousers. Leaves and pine needles crunched underfoot.

"We're getting away from the others first," I explained, trying not to get distracted by a butterfly slowly flapping its wings on a sunny patch of ground. Tom stepped too close to it, and it flew away. I continued, "We have a better chance in areas not picked clean by others. The deeper we go, the better."

"And you're sure you can find your way back?" he asked doubtfully.

I pulled a small compass out of my pocket. "I've done this before. These forests are my home. Speaking off, those flowers are edible."

I paused to show him the plant, explaining where it grew, how to tell it apart from others, and how to harvest it. I caught him looking fondly at me as I did, but I pretended not to notice. With a pinch of my fingers, I took off a bloom, then another, and offered one to him. Tom took a tentative bite as I munched on mine.

"It's sweet. A bit bitter? I expected it to be more..."

"Like salad?" I offered.

"Yeah. Just bland green leaves."

"You're in for a surprise today, then." Flashing him a grin, I continued walking again. Along the way, I showed him more edible plants, stuck grip grass to his clothes, and pointed out birdcalls. Our baskets slowly filled up.

As we stopped by a stream to drink, a bird warbled its song in the distance. I shot up, listening intently. When it sang again, I grabbed Tom's arm and whispered, "That's a blue-throated tailorbird. They're incredibly shy. Come, let's go find it!"

I crept forward, Tom's hand in mine. We went off the trail and onto the leaf litter, trying to move as quietly as we could. When the dry needles gave way for a small grass clearing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

A small blur moved from a treestump to a bush. The tailorbird! My breath caught in my throat. I snuck forward until Tom and I were hiding behind the stump. "Can you see it? It's beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered.

"I can't... Oh! Whoa. It has so many colours," he whispered back, his arm across my shoulders as we huddled together. His warm breath tickled against my cheek as he spoke. "A red throat, just as the name says."

It sang once again, then flew away. I went to follow it, only to find myself stuck. My body wouldn't move beyond the stump. Tom pointed down and asked, "Hey, Alex, are these edible too?"

I paused and looked down at the strange blue mushrooms. "Huh. What an odd colour. And they're in a row, too. No, a..."

"Circle," a lyrical voice finished. The most beautiful person I had ever seen stood across from us, long brown locks flowing down their back. A red ribbon was tied around their neck, matching their scarlet formfitting suit. They smiled a dazzling smile. "Hello, boys. May I have your names?"

"Hi- Um, hello. My- my name is Tom," Tom stammered, barely able to get the words out. "Who are you?"

They crossed the distance in a blink, long fingers trailing across Tom's cheek. His eyelids fluttered. "Good boy. So polite. How about you?"

With their gaze on me, my throat burned, willing me to speak. The weight of their attention was all-encompassing, like gazing at the sun. I choked on the sensation, then gasped out, "You're fae, aren't you?"

"You're a clever one." They smiled, and it felt like liquid sunlight injected in my veins. When they stopped, it was like a punch to the gut. I craved that smile, that approval. Anything to feel that warmth again. "Your name?"

"A-Alex."

"Good boy, Alex," they purred, putting a hand on my head. I melted under their touch. "The three of us are going to have a lot of fun. There is much work to do before I can present you. It's not often I get a gift like the two of you."

I blinked through the pink haze, trying to wake myself up. Heat was sparking in my abdomen and a sudden need made me lick my dry lips. "Present us?"

"Oh, yes. As the Tailor, it is my responsibility to make you the most decadent morsels for our midsummer ball." They possessively massaged the back of my and Tom's neck with one hand each, and my knees nearly buckled from the sensation. The Tailor murmured in my ear, teeth sharp against my skin, "And you make a ravashing couple."

Tom was grinding against the Tailor's thigh. I managed to resist until the fae pulled us both close. I groaned when their strong hand on the small of my back forced me against their leg. My hips started moving on their own. Pleasure pulsed from my clit in waves as the fae rubbed my back before grabbing my neck again. Tom's face was flushed, eyes unfocused, breath coming in little gasps. I knew mine had to look the same.

"That's it, my good little pets," the Tailor murmured to us. I stared up into their golden eyes, a whine in my throat. The pleasure was building and building. "Let your body learn that it belongs to me now."

Unseen hands groped at my body under my clothes. Tom gasped at the same time I did. They rubbed up and down my arms, twisted my nipples, kneaded my ass. Every single sensations drove me higher and higher. The pressure was becoming unbearable.

I desperately ground against the Tailor's leg, searching for release. They merely smiled knowingly and trailed slender fingers down the side of my face, leaving sparks in their wake. "You are mine now, body and soul. Until your mind submits, you will not find release."

They firmly gripped my chin, forcing me to look in those too-large eyes of molten gold. Hands rubbed my chest, lingered at my entrance, played with my ears, driving me insane. Every touch on my oversensitive skin shot pleasure straight into my brain, making me desperate for release that wasn't coming. The pressure only built.

"Who do you belong to, pet?" they growled.

"You, Master. You," I keened, grinding and grinding. Everything was hot. My whole body was on fire. Every nerve sparked.

The fae kept me on that edge for what felt like eternity, then smiled. "Good boy. Cum for me."

A strangled cry tore from my throat as pleasure cascaded through my body. Dimly, I was aware of another cry—Tom's—but it didn't matter. All that mattered was my body still grinding against the Tailor's, those invisible hands squeezing the pleasure from my body. The wave crested, and then again, and again, until my world went dark.

I awoke to find myself in a pod, the green plant matter snug against my body. Warm, transluscent sap kept me suspended in what little space I had. I tried to move my fingers, but the sap gave too much resistance to do more than twitch.

I should have been terrified, but I felt comfortable. At home. I settled into the sap, let it envelop me like a blanket. When I opened my mouth to breathe, I found the liquid had already filled my mouth and lungs. It tasted like honey.

My mouth wasn't the only orifice the sap was in, I realised with a start when heat bloomed in my pussy. It teased my folds, leaving my clit tingling. I let out a muted groan as my hips gyrated in tiny motions. Everything the sap touched was left warm and tingling, an ambient pleasure making my mind hazy.

A shadow moved above my pod and the green became transparent. The Tailor smiled down at me with that pleased look that filled me with liquid sunlight and made my clit pulse.

"My pet," they purred. I basked in those sweet words. "My favourite part of the process has come. It's time to sculpt your true form. That's not to say you aren't beautiful as you are, in a savage, rough way..."

Their hand moved across the pod's surface, and I felt it like it was on my skin. I whined as pleasure sparked in its wake, going straight to my groin. My pussy clenched.

"...but there is so much more that can be done. I will make you exquisite in a manner that Alex and Tom never could be."

Spectral fingers explored my folds, tenderly circling my vagina, before plunged into my cunt. I gasped, inhaling more sap. Every slow, deliberate stroke sent shivers down my spine and made my toes curl.

The fae rubbed my clit with their thumb, watching me shudder and twitch in delight every time it lined up with the fingers in my pussy hitting my G-spot. "It's not often I get to work on boys with a cunt."

Between gasps, I stared at their beautiful face, trying to find any sign of disapproval or disgust. The fear had me trembling, anxiety clawing up my throat. The fight with my parents had been because I came out as their son. Part of me was deeply afraid the Tailor would reject me too, that their loving gaze would turn to scorn, that I'd be left somewhere in the forest to die. Tears sprung into my eyes.

The Tailor shushed me soothingly as hands rubbed my back and arms in sensual comfort. "You needn't fret, pet. I'll make you who you were always meant to be. You will love it, I'm certain, boy. You will be the highlight of the ball, beloved by all attendees."

Relief flooded through me. If I could hug them, I would. Their golden eyes sparkled, and they pinched my sensitive clit between two fingers, rubbing and rolling. My back arched like I was electrified as stars danced across my vision, but just as I was going to come, something stopped it, keeping me trapped in that deliciously overwhelming state.

Enjoying my reaction, they did it again, and again, in time with the fingers plunging into my hole. I gasped, trying to find something to hold onto, something to make me go over the edge, but I found nothing.

"Yes, you will do quite nicely, pet," the Tailor murmured appreciatively. "Your neediness is delectable."

A finger pressed against my asshole. I shook my head, trying to tell the fae no, but it kept pressing insistently. I clenched to keep it out, but they shushed me softly, and my body relaxed against my will. The tip slipped in and rested there. Even the tip of the small digit left me feeling uncomfortably full.

I groaned, pushing, but it only made me feel it more. The moment I relaxed, it slid in deeper. All the while, my pussy was getting fucked. I tried to resist again, and again, but each push was weaker than the last. It went deeper and deeper, making me feel so full, but discomfort was giving way to even more pleasure. The spectral finger slowly began to fuck me, sliding in and out, matching the rhythm of the fingerfucking in my other hole. Deeper, draw back, deeper, repeat.

A second finger joined my asshole, then a third. Three were pushing into my cunt, curling just right to dig into my G-spot. They pushed me to the edge and kept me there. Every pinch of my clit threatened to send me teetering over it, but it never happened. I needed more. My mouth and throat felt empty.

"Master," I mouthed soundlessly, pleading. "Master, please. Please please please."

The Tailor chuckled, knowing exactly what I was asking for. A vine moved in from the side of the pod and pushed into my mouth. I welcomed it, licking the tip, massaging it with my lips. It pressed forward dominatingly until it settled in my throat, steadily moving back and forth, fucking it like my other holes.

Liquid dripped down my throat from the vine's tip and I gulped it down hungrily as a warmth spread throughout my body. It pricked, burning, but pain blended with pleasure as fur sprouted from my skin. It was short, dense, sandy yellow on my belly and thighs fading to brown and black on my limbs and back. Muscles throughout my body ached as they grew, strengthening, abs forming. Agony split my skull as it elongated into a canine muzzle. And all the while, I was being fucked, making me love it, making me want it, making me plead and beg without words because my mouth was filled.

The pain overwhelmed the pleasure, leaving me drowning, seeing only stars. The Tailor's spectral touch firmly pressed against my cunt and brought me back to the present. Their golden eyes locked onto mine. "You're doing so well, puppy. Stay with me now. You're almost there."

I was too delirious to hear their words. All I could do was stare into their eyes. The rest of my vision had dimmed to darkness. My world reduced to burning pain and overwhelming pleasure from all my holes.

Then my spine cracked and pain split through me like lightning. It, too, elongated into a bushy tail. New spectral hands massaged the base of it, and the pleasure made my eyes roll back. It was almost as sensitive as my clit.

"There you are. The dog you were always meant to be. Not quite a stud, since you won't be doing the breeding. No, you're more the submissive type, I feel."

Hands rubbed up and down my body, ruffling through my soft fur. I luxuriated in the touch, letting it melt away the pain. When the fingers in my cunt and ass disappeared, I whined at the loss and the sudden emptiness. The Tailor chuckled with a small shake of their head. "So needy, aren't you? Patience. I won't neglect you."

Vines like the one in my mouth prodded at my entrances. My gaping holes gladly let them in, walls clenching around them. Being full felt right. This is where I belonged. The vines slid in and out, slowly pistoning in a rhythm that had one going out as the other went in. They way they rubbed together against my insides had me arching my back.

A thin, dextrous vine wrapped around my clit, and the sensation of it made me whimper. The bud had grown, elongating into a small dick far more sensitive than my clit had ever been. The vine curled around its length and slid up and down. It immediately grew, hardening.

"It's your boyfriend's turn now, pet. But don't worry, I'll let you watch. I'm making you a matching pair." At the Tailor's command, my pod moved up into the air and turned to face the ground. Below, suspended naked in sap in his own pod, lay Tom. His dick twitched when he saw me.

I'd never seen Tom like this before. He'd never been more than a friend to me, but he was hot, I realised with a start. His abs heaved with every twitch, his face flushed with pleasure, legs open wide to welcome the intruder. He looked at me with desperate hunger, ogling the vines pistoning in and out of my orifices, the curve of my tail, the muscles of my torso.

"Yes, you two will be made for each other," the Tailor murmured. They laid their hand on Tom's pod, and I saw the moment those invisible hands started working on him. His mouth opened in pants that only breathed in more sap, eyes rolling back. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

The vines fucking me synchronised with the one in Tom's ass. We twitched and moaned as one, staring into each other's eyes. I imagined the vine in my cunt as his hard dick, hot and veined, steadily pounding into me.

A vine pressed against Tom's lips, and he swallowed it hungrily. I could see it sliding up and down in his throat in rhythm with the one in mine. The Tailor murmured appreciatively. "So cooperative. I should work on duos more often. You amplify one another. Good boys."

We groaned and bucked as one as the vines on our dicks pumped in response to the praise. I nodded at Tom, urging him with my eyes to do anything to please our master, but all he saw was the fae. He looked at the Tailor like they were his whole world.

They took their time exploring Tom's body like they had mine. I could see his skin being pressed by invisible hands, goosebumps in the wake of unseen fingernails. Phantom sensations echoed on my body.

With a hand around Tom's dick, pumping up and down and rubbing the tip, they said, "Yes, you too will do nicely, pet. I have a vision for you. Focus on the pleasure."

That was all the warning we had before Tom's eyes widened not in ecstacy but in pain. He gagged on the vine in his throat, struggling, but he was spitroasted on them. Thick brown hair pushed through his skin all over his body as he desperately scrabbled at the sap holding him in place.

The Tailor softly shushed him, but it hardly helped. His body seemed to reject the change where some part of mine had welcomed it. I ached for him even as watching him writhe turned me on.

His head changed, ears changing to canine ones, face elongating into a dog-like muzzle that looked much like mine. His body turned muscular, stronger. His dick grew large and red, a knot forming at the base. He passed out, eyes rolled into the back of his head. His tail must've formed.

The fae clucked their tongue as they looked over the newly-made stud. "I suppose you have earned your rest for now. This has not been easy on you."

They looked up at me and smiled knowingly. "Quite a sight, wasn't he, pet? You'll be his soon. But before that, you need some time to acclimatise."

My pod moved down to the floor beside Tom's. The Tailor reached inside for the first time and wrapped their hand around my little dick. My back arched into their touch. They pumped up and down once, twice, watching my response as the pleasure short-circuited my brain. That sunlit smile of approval melted me from the inside.

"I will return in a while. Be good, pet. Make me proud."

They turned and left. Day turned into ice cold night in their absence. I tried to call them, but nothing more than a whine came out of my throat, rumbling against the vine lodged there.

I began to struggle against the sap, but it was so viscous and I was exhausted from the transformation. Just when I was at a loss, my whole vision transformed. I found myself kneeling on moss beneath a mushroom, looking up into that perfect golden-eyed gaze.

They grasped my muzzle possessively and angled it up. "Who are you?"

"I'm Alex?" I responded questioningly.

Their frown of disapproval physically ached, like a cold winter wind. "False."

"But, Master, it's true, my name is–"

"Who are you?"

"Alex?" I ventured. Ice bit into my skin, and I whimpered, "No! I'm not Alex!"

The burning cold faded, but they still were disappointed. Gears turned in my head, trying to figure out what they wanted, what the answer was.

"Who are you?"

"I don't know, Master! Please, I don't know," I begged. The cold stayed away.

"I know who you are," they told me, and my ears lifted up, listening in rapt attention. "You are my pet. My puppy. My good boy."

I nodded enthusiastically. "I am your pet, your puppy, your good– ngh..." Pleasure lanced through me like a lightning bolt, bouncing around my body before settling in my abdomen.

A small smile appeared on their angelic face. "Who are you?"

"Your pet, your puppy, your good boy," I repeated. With every repetition, my small dick pulsed with pleasure. My breath turned into pants. "I'm yoir pet, your puppy, your good boy. I'm your pet, your puppy, your good boy!"

They placed a hand firmly on my head. "And what is your name?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but my brain drew a blank. I panicked, trying to find something, anything to please Master, but there was nothing. "I– I don't know."

They ruffled the fur on my head, quieting my thoughts. "That's okay. Take your time to think about it."

I searched and searched, drawing blank after blank. Then it hit me. "Puppy. My name is Puppy."

The Tailor smiled in earnest. "That's my good boy."

Pleasure shot through me at the purred compliment. I trembled, breath in quick gasps. I knew my pussy was leaking.

"I'm going to teach you something very important, Puppy. Repeat after me so I know you understand." They waited for my gaze to fully focus back on them before continuing. "You are made for pleasure."

"I am made for pleasure." I whimpered out the last word as another wave rolled through me, setting my world ablaze, and I knew it to be true.

"Obedience is pleasure."

"Obedience is pleasure." My voice ended in a groan. This wave was stronger than the last, burning the mantra into my mind. My hips gyrated, looking for friction.

"You love to obey, for obeying brings pleasure."

"I love to obey, for obeying brings pleasure," I repeated back breathlessly.

"Good boy. Here's your reward." They put forward their right foot, presenting me with their stylish shoe, its red leather polished to a shine. I lowered myself onto it and humped. The bumps of the laces and their hand possessively pressing down on my head set me into a frenzy.

"What did you just learn, Puppy?" they asked, grasping the fur on my head to tilt my head back and make my gaze meet theirs. Their shoe was slick with my juices and they made no move to stop me.

"I am made for pleasure," I eagerly responded. "Obedience is pleasure. I love to obey, for obeying brings pleasure."

"That's it. Good puppy." They placed two fingers on my lips and I eagerly sucked down on them, licking them with my new, long tongue. I moving my head back and forth to fuck them, but their grasp on my fur tightened, stilling me. Slowly, leasurely, they pumped their fingers in and out of my muzzle, forcing me to follow their pace. They drove their foot into my cunt every time their fingers pressed into the back of my throat.

After a few minutes of that, they tilted my head upwards again, but they didn't stop fucking my face with their fingers. "Who am I?"

"Master!" I cried desperately, voice garbled by their fingers, but they seemed to know. They ground their shoe against my dick.

"Who are you?"

"Your pet, your puppy, your good boy, your slut, your pleasure slave." The additions came naturally, as if they'd always been there.

"Good boy," they purred, making me twitch with pleasure. "And what can't puppies do?"

"They can't walk on two legs," I said. Master nodded, but kept looking at me expectantly. "Puppies can't... speak?"

"That's right. You can whine, you can bark, you can yip, but a puppy cannot speak." The hand on top of their head trailed down to my neck, closing around my throat. I leaned into the touch, not even caring that I couldn't breathe, that the touch burned. It became hotter and hotter until it felt like heated metal was pressed against my skin, and I squirmed, whining.

With one final, tender squeeze, they released me. "Well done. Now, what can't puppies do?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but only barks and yips came out, perfectly doglike. I growled in shock.

They scratched behind my ear. I leaned into it, sighing, the pain and shock forgotten. "Good boy. You may still repeat the lessons I tell you. I can read your thoughts and know whether you're a good, obedient pet."

I gazed up at them in awe. Of course they could read my thoughts. They seemed capable of anything. Their gravity drew me to them like a star circling around the sun.

"What are you made for, pet?"

I am made for pleasure. Obedience is pleasure. I love to obey, for obeying brings pleasure. I repeated the mantra repeated in my head, louder and louder to ensure that Master would hear.

"Good boy." They reached down and tweaked my nipples, making me whine. "You are made to service. The pleasure of those who use you is your pleasure. You will not cum until you make them cum. Please them, and you will never know suffering or regret."

I nodded, memorising it. Service. I was made to service.

They placed their palm on my chest and pushed me onto the plush moss. I stared up at them. From the ground, they looked magnificent, a scarlet-clad god come down to earth.

"Show me how well you can service, pet," they ordered. A vine rose up and pressed against my folds. It felt warm, its head bulbous like a cock. I spread my legs as wide as they would go in welcome. Wetness glistened between my thighs beneath my small dick.

The cock pushed in with a wet sound, and I gasped as its veined, ridged length pressed against my G-spot. My cock twitched as my pussy clenched, and I'd climax then and there if I wasn't tethered to the edge.

It slowly pulled back, then pushed back in. I clenched my pussy around it, milking it, electrified by the delicious friction. As it picked up pace, I clenched and twitched, whining and whimpering. It was good, so good. Knowing I was doing what I was made for only heightened my pleasure. Master's approving gaze made my whole body run hot.

I sat up to better service the cock, riding it with abandon. My hands reached out, grasping Master's hips desperately as I pushed down, then up. They put their hand on my head again possessively, and I loved the feeling of being owned, of being used.

Only one hole being filled wasn't enough. I whined up at Master. Once more, they knew just what I needed and undid their belt buckle. I grasped the zipper of their trousers between my teeth and pulled it down. Next, I gingerly bit their boxers and lowered them. I was rewarded with their cock springing free and resting on my snout, filling my nose with its heady scent.

Lovingly, I licked all along its length with my tongue, nuzzling the balls in between. I worshipped it with my tongue. The taste was the best thing I'd ever had, and I loved every moment of it. The vine-cock in my pussy vibrated with every twitch of Master's penis.

After a while, they grabbed hold of my head behind my ears and pushed their dick into my mouth. I welcomed it excitedly, lightly grazing my teeth against it as it entered before swirling my long tongue all around it. Holding my head still, they drew back, then pushed back in, making me feel completely owned as they used my body for their own pleasure. When I looked up at them, they met my gaze lovingly, nodding in encouragement.

I kept sucking and licking in earnest, welcoming them into my throat. My gag reflex had disappeared and my throat let the wonderful intruder in without any issues. They moved my head in rhythm with them, making me swallow them deeper, pressing my snout against their bush. The fine golden hairs tickled against my nose.

They moved faster and faster, the cock in my cunt speeding up with them. Then they pressed my head flush against their abdomen. The dicks in my throat and pussy twitched, pulsing as they released their hot loads. White hot pleasure bolted through my body, straight from my cunt to my brain and back, cascading into a mind-shattering orgasm. A muffled howl tore from my throat. I milked both the cocks for all I was worth as Master held me in place, rocking me through my peak.

Finally, when I went limp, Master released me and gently lay me on the moss. I was panting, out of breath, but I had never felt better. A wonderful warmth had spread throughout my body in the wake of the orgasm. Master stroked my head as they knelt beside me.

"Well done, my beloved pet," they murmured, hot breath tickling my ear. "You have learned much. You have a big night ahead of you, Puppy. When you wake up, I will claim you in real life.  Rest now."

I let their soothing stroking lull me to sleep, a smile on my face. Soon, I would be truly theirs, and Tom would join me.