Gradually Toby’s vision returned to him as he recovered from near suffocation. His neck and throat were terribly sore and he found it difficult to breathe. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings he noticed he was laid out flat on his back atop a hard, even surface. He did not seem bound to anything, but the light was too dim to really tell what was around him. His eyes strained to see in the gloom, carefully rising on one elbow. Things began to come into focus, he realized he was on the dining room table and that his master was sitting at the end. He looked closer as his master hefted a glass in his left paw and took a large drink, the light from behind making the liquid glow amber. Barely visible, blending in the amber was something gleaming on his master’s fingers, but he couldn’t make it out. As Prank slammed the glass down he looked across at Toby for a moment, as if perplexed. After a second minus an instant Prank beckoned to the pup with one finger, gripping his collar and dragging him to the edge once he was in range. Toby found himself nose-to-nose with Prank. He was frightened, this was the sort of behavior he received before being punished. Scared as he was though, he could not remove his eyes from Prank’s. Icy blue eyes narrowed, gazing into frightened turquoise orbs.

The stillness was broken as Prank reached out with his free paw to grip the glass and take another swallow. He returned his gaze to the pup, Toby bracing himself to be hit. A fist did not fly into him, however, but a strong paw forced the pup to lay across the table, flat on his back, and that paw remained on his chest, holding him down. At last the silence was shattered as Prank spoke, “You have such soft fur,” his paw closing and opening in Toby’s fluffy chestfur, “reminds me of...” His speech was broken by a sudden growl, his fist clenching hard, pulling Toby’s fur hard. The pup let out a small yelp and then continued to softly whimper as his fur was pulled. “Shut up!” the free paw of Prank’s latched onto his muzzle, holding it shut. Prank looked away, a farflung gaze in his eyes, as if distracted. His paw let go of Toby’s chest to fumble for the bottle, which he drank a healthy dose of. He set it down on the table and laid his paw back on Toby’s chest, leaning in close, his muzzle besides the pup’s.

"You have such a slender muzzle pup,” Prank spoke softly, his thumb curling to rub the underside of Toby’s muzzle. Toby agreed with a tiny nod, the best he could do with Prank’s grip of steel. If he had been frightened before, he was even more now, for now it had gone from unusual to completely unknown. Prank continued to stroke the pup’s muzzle, not really paying attention to the small grey wolf. He laid his head on the puppy’s, his eye and cheek resting on the side of his small muzzle, his nose by his ear. His eyes closed, and for a moment he seemed asleep. Toby breathed a tiny sigh of relief, sure that the danger had passed for a while.

Toby’s reprieve only lasted a short while, for Prank woke up, mumbling to himself. He lifted his head up, now looming over his prostrate pet. “Did you know you’re a pretty puppy?” Prank asked, his voice flat, ”a very pretty puppy.” He didn’t even look to Toby’s face, instead he gripped both of the pup’s arms which lay by his side. “Grab the back of your head mutt, so I can see how pretty you are,” Prank’s order was soft, but edged with razors. A scared Toby obeyed, raising his arms and resting them behind his head.

He was a pretty puppy, that was obvious. His face was so innocent and sweet, lined with despair and fear. His face would shine with a smile and bedazzle anyfur with a laugh-a laugh composed of a slightly musical, soft and soothing voice that echoed the depths of his heart. His eyes were a brilliant turquoise, eyes that always shone, sometimes with sadness, fear, pain, but mostly love. His fur was indeed soft, and a pleasant shade of ashen grey, speckled with bits of black and white. His fur followed a natural pattern, the short fur of his face and muzzle trailing to the fluffy fur of his neck a chest. The fluffed fur hid beneath it excellent flesh, strong and resilient to disease, age and sloth. It perfectly complemented his lean build, acquired from preforming impossible, for a pup anyway, feats of strength. The fluffy fur didn’t cover his entire chest, instead it formed a slender V shape that trailed down his flat belly to his pair of tattered shorts. His shorts had no business being worn by a pup his age, they were more fitting to a fur that provided for itself by virtue of his body alone. They were black, made of nylon and lyrca, a size too small for the pup, but it was either those shorts or nothing. His legs were slender, terminating in delicate puppypaws with short, blunt claws. If he had lived in the outside world he would, even at his tender age, been mobbed by admirers, not only for his looks, but for his natural caring and sensitive disposition.

Prank’s paws rested, one on his shoulder, the other on his thigh, as he examined his pup from toeclaw to nose. “You are a pretty puppy, aren’t you?” he glared expectantly at Toby.
For the first time that day Toby spoke, “not as pretty as you master.”
Prank gave him a smug smile as he drank from the half-empty bottle, the muscles on his massive frame flexing and bulging in the dim light. “Damn straight you little fucker,” he growled softly, giving Toby a nasty squeeze. “Its so fucking familiar,” he said softly, his big paws moving in small circles in Toby’s fur, “its just like it, so soft.” He gggrrrrred softly and stuck his nose in Toby’s chestfur, breathing deep, taking in the light scent. “God, it even smells the same,” his voice almost seemed to lose its strength as his big paws slid a bit. He thrust his nose forward, as if incredibly thirsty, and placed it back in Toby’s chestfur, his eyes closed in near bliss. Toby suddenly found the roles reversed, he was the one who was supposed to do the worshipping, not his master.

Prank let out a tiny grff noise as he trailed his nose up Toby’s chest into his neckfur, his breath hot on the pup’s throat. Prank could feel every breath, hear every heartbeat of his puppy, his property, and he drank it all in. He lay there, snuffling his puppy’s fur as his paw, which had been on Toby’s shoulder, crept up to cradle the side of Toby’s head. He softly rubbed the quivering puppy’s face, his big white muzzle barely open, breathing in his pup’s scent. “Oh Bekka, God, you were gone baby," his nose was slowly dragged from Toby’s neckfur, eyes still closed. “But everything’s ok now,” his nose rested on Toby’s quivering muzzletip, “you’re back home baby.” Prank let out a long sigh, one that filled toby’s nose with a sharp, biting scent. “Home again, home,” Prank’s eyes opened, wide and ready to see something other than a little quivering puppy. His eyes dilated, first in surprise and confusion, then anger. “You little fucking tease!” he practically roared, one paw closing on the pup’s thigh muscle, the other gripping his head tightly. Prank’s eyes blazed pure, unadulterated hatred aa his massive paws applied pounds upon pounds of pressure on Toby’s skull. At last Toby could take no more and began to scream, pure pain and fear pouring from his muzzle. Suddenly Prank released him, his paws going limp, staring down at his puppy blankly.

Toby’s head hurt terribly, but he was afraid to remove his paws from the back of his head, so he cried. He cried great big puppytears as his master stared into space. A small whimper broke Prank from his trance, his head snapping back down to Toby. Toby flinched away, expecting more abuse. His wide eyes saw the big paws swoop down, he braced for impact, but instead of striking, they cradled his skull like a delicate egg. “Oh, puppy, oh God, don’t cry,” Prank said in a soothing but authoritive voice, leaning down to nuzzle him.gently. Toby continued to cry as Prank pressed the pup’s muzzle into his own white neckfur. “Shhh, its ok baby,” he cooed softly as he stroked Tboy’s neck. Toby’s world was suffused in white as he was guided to his master’s neck, his fur wasn’t as soft as Toby’s, in fact it was rather rough, but still, it comforted Toby in some way he didn’t understand. Maybe it was the feel of it on his muzzle, or the heady musk that surrounded his master, making his little head swim.

Prank held Toby for quite a bit, until his sobbing ceased. “There you are,” Prank said as he laid Toby back down, almost exactly as he had been, Toby had been to frightened to move his arms at all. His smiled a toothy grin down at Toby as his paws smoothed the ruffled fur of his pup’s face. “You’re so pretty Toby, just like,” Prank merely twitched a bit, leaving the end unsaid. He continued to softly stroke Toby’s muzzle and said, ”yes, you stole all the good traits, didn’t you?” his stroking became a bit rough, ”didn’t leave enough for anyfur to live with, didn’t you?” Prank had slowly built up to a low growl, his rhetorical question hanging in the air. “Your muzzle feels the same in my paws, only smaller,” this time his grin was anything but soothing, “wonder if it’d feel the same between my thighs.” His thumbs rolled over Toby’s eyes, making them close. “I wonder if you taste the same,” Prank’s breath was hot on Toby’s nose as he slide his tongue out, dragging it along the pup’s thin black lips. “Mmmmmhhhmmmm,” Prank said muffledly as he took a few more licks. “Oh yes, you do,” Toby couldn’t see, but he felt Prank crawl up beside him as he spoke. Soon he felt his master’s warm bulk pressing to his side, Prank rolling, partially atop him, one of Prank’s bulging pectorals resting on the pup’s chest. “Now open up,” he said cheerfully, each paw grabbing one of Toby’s jaws, pulling them as far apart as they would go and held them there. Tboy whimpered softly, his muzzle hurting. “Need to check the inside,” Prank growled before scraping his long tongue down, across the roof of Toby’s muzzle, then down, exploring his gums and those rows of small, sharp teeth. After a few moments of leisurely slurping he licked his way out. “God, you’re like a fucking carbon copy,” Prank muttered in the pup’s ears as he released Toby’s aching jaws.

Prank’s paws continued to caress the pup’s face as he nuzzled Toby’s ears. “Yes, you’re getting to be a big, pretty pup,” Prank’s weight bore down on Toby, pinning him. Suddenly he was nose to nose with Toby, “how much do you love me?” he demanded. Toby, dazed and frightened, flattened his ears and spoke in a tiny voice,"I love you lots master, because you’re the biggest, prettiest, bestest master ever.” Prank smiled and tilted his head away to take another draught from the bottle. “And how do good little puppies show their love?” he asked.
Toby trembled, thought a split second and responded in a quivering voice, “by giving their master everything pretty and good.”
“How else?”
“With snuggles?"
“Go on”
“An little puppylicks?

Prank chuckled and gave the flinching puppy a soft pat. “So why don’t you give me some of those?” he asked sweetly, placing his muzzle and neck in reach. Toby leaned up and flicked out his tongue, pressing it to Prank’s fur. “Good boy,” he said, eyes closed, “keep showing your love.” Prank leaned a bit closer, letting Toby take long swipes across his fur. One paw held on to the back of Toby’s head, guiding him to give licks evenly across Prank’s throat, the other playing with the soft fur of his pup’s chest. “How bout some sweet kisses?” Prank said, giving Toby’s head a small squeeze. Toby responded immediately, pressing his lips to give wet little kisses. Prank leaned over Toby, eyes closed, face contorted in a grimace of memory. His one paw guided Toby’s affectionate assault along the underside on his muzzle, coating it with warm puppydrool. Toby continued to cry softly, not used to such bizarre requests and the mood swings as of late.

Prank let Toby kiss along his muzzle before tilting his head down and pressing his lips to Toby’s. Toby was unprepared and suprised, giving Prank a soft puppykiss. Prank kept his eyes closed, licking his lips softly, “where have I gotten a kiss like that?” he whispered softly as he pressed the pup’s head up again. This time Toby wasn’t startled, not at first, but when his master didn’t let his head go he began to panic. He squirmed a bit, opening his muzzle to protest. Without thinking, so it seemed, Prank slid his tongue inside.

Prank continued to torment his pet in this manner, keeping his small muzzle locked so long that he almost fainted from lack of air. He cruelly chewed the pup’s tender tongue and assaulted his throat with that long tongue of his. With a final slurp he moved his lips away. He chuckled softly, eyes still closed, “don’t worry baby, I know its your first time, I’ll be gentle,” his word accompanied by a paw along the side of Toby’s face. “I always knew you’d be mine, my girl,” Prank said wistfully, grinning, “mine and mine alone, forever.” The one paw stayed buried in Toby’s bellyfur, the other assisted Prank in getting another drink.

Prank nuzzled the side of Toby’s muzzle aggressively as he began to drag his paws down the sides of his body. “You’re so sweet baby,” he said, voice shadowed by desire. “Let me look at that face again, that pretty face,” he whispered as he opened his eyes to again see his puppy. He almost seemed disappointed, but suddenly his face lit up with a grin. “It’ll be just like old times,” he said slyly, one paw creeping from Toby’s thigh toward the center. Nose in Toby’s ear Prank began to softly sing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” as his massive paw closed around his puppy’s sex.