The never ending kind

17- No more Petting

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I've been stuck in this form for two freaking weeks now! I can't help but feel like I'm regressing with each hour of 'puppy play' I'm forced to endure, every time I'm carried, spoken to as if I were a baby, and so on- especially when they found out that I couldn't shift yet. If I could, I would have been majorly face-palming, but it's not the same with paws.

I also found out, much to my dismay, that their children often spent their first few years of life as pups almost exclusively. Apparently, me being unable to shift equated to being a toddler in their eyes. The fact that I could hardly walk or run well half the time in this form didn't help matters much either. I bear no blame, considering the fact that I was not born this way nor had I ever wanted to be this way. And I definitely was never one for exhibitionism, which was the norm when shifting. 

And as for Alpha Wanna-Dom? Well, He seems like a sadist enjoying my pain at being treated as a 'pup', which he wholeheartedly endorsed and even supported the continuation of. Yeah? Well, I only 'accidentally' in my 'sleep' smothered him in my fur. It's his fault for forcing me to share his room. Can you believe that he even had me on time-out in his office when I slunk away and hid from my 'pup-sitters'? Good idea, I'll just try digging to china through your carpet and wood floors.

I do, in retrospect, regret my actions in only having been caught. It was probably the third time I had been relegated to the Alpha's office, my own 'work area' hidden behind the couch. I had successfully made the rug there threadbare and was now starting to scratch into the wood as well as fully shred the last pieces of thread holding that area together. I guess I got overexcited, because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted by the scruff. Simply said, it was not fun. I made yelping noises, my limbs and the toes of my paws splayed as my tail wrapped up under me.

"You think you're the only pup to do stuff like this?" The big bad wolf had me hanging high up so that he could look me in the eyes. "Well, you may be the only one with the nail to try it in their alpha's office, but you aren't the only one to do it. You know what we do to pups that don't know when to and when not to dig?"

I growled and whined intermittently, "I actually picked up a couple things just for you, as well."

He shook his finger at me which I did my darnedest to bite, "You are just a little troublemaker. Not going to make this easy on yourself at all."

He carried my over to his desk, sitting in the chair with me paws up in his lap, "Stay."

I whined as he kept one hand on my stomach and tail, as it was wrapped between my legs. With his other hand, he pulled open a drawer, rummaging through it, "Aha, let's see how you like this then."

He pulled out a horrible instrument of doom. Puppy shoes. Sadist! He stuck each boot on, synching it, "You are not to bite at these, or else I'll keep them on you even longer. Would you like to see my other surprise for you?"

Urp. I fear what the future holds for me.

It was, as expected, horrifying, dehumanizing and utterly embarrassing. He actually put me in a one of those clear screened play crib things... With chew toys. That monster!

"Bet you regret digging through my nice rug now, huh?" Mr. Barksalot leaned back, watching my torture with amusement. Putting his hands behind his back, he released a chuckle that grated on my nerves.

I regret nothing! Picking one of the more unsavory dog chew toys- a dog bone? Really? I picked it up and tossed it... And it bounced against the crib, hitting me in the head. I whined pathetically, rubbing at my head. I had only wanted to toss it out of the crib! What's so wrong with that? Especially if it knocked something over in it grand fall with style.

"Awww, did the widdle guy get a bump on the head?" He played it off as a gag, but he actually seemed worried. Insert internal snort here.

Yeah, bro, I'm dying. I played it off by increasing my whines, trying to lick at the area and rub it. Well, I actually was trying to rub it, but the rest was all for show...? Oh, it's just terrible! The world is so cruel! The inhumanity! Wait... I got paws, so scratch that one. What a world, what a world!

I think I even squeezed out a couple tears. He picked me up, bringing me over to his chair and sitting me in his lap once more. I'd only been in the crib for maybe thirty minutes so far, so I call that a success. Part one to my master plan has been accomplished!

He rubbed the area and scratched me, which actually did feel really really good. I hardly even noticed when he started only using one hand...

***

I snorted awake, though I'll never admit it- but I snorted awake to find myself having fallen asleep... And no longer where I had previously been. 

I looked blearily around the dim room with the only light coming from the television, which was playing some cartoon movie thing, "Aww, is someone finally awake?"

I huffed, putting my head down on the warm comfortable thing underneath me, a big hand rubbing me languidly and almost, almost making me drift off again. That is, until I heard the click and flash of a camera, which is really surprising for someone with sensitive eyes that is half asleep in a dark room. And I wasn't the only one that freaked out, but I was the only one that had been half asleep on someone's lap. 

Floor, meet head. It decided it needed another lump to go with the first one. Oh, I'm such a pitiful being! So abused! Oh, poor me! What a cruel world! This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't had those horrible shoes on!

Thankfully my yelping and whining had the desired affect when I heard one of the ladies, "Oh, poor thing can't even stand up properly on those things. Of course he fell over."

I heard another lady, "Maggie! You scared them with the flash!"

A muttered, "I'm sorry."

The lights had long since been turned on and the movie rewound to play again. I was picked up and the shoes were removed. Success! And a big hand started rubbing the new lump on my head. It's so hard trying to be an evil villain. Painful too. 

I decided my head needed a rest, so I watched the mind-rotting cartoon movie thing as my fur was groomed. I refuse to admit that I enjoyed it, though.