THE ATTIC CLEAR OUT: THE PUP MASK
"Free pup hood. Leather, vintage. Collectors or enthusiasts only."
The flyer was carelessly placed atop a pile of random leaflets on a junk table at the pup convention, and something about it called to @hyperwolf1. He was into pup play of course, like everyone here, and had a hood alreeady, but the moment he saw the photo of the well-worn leather hood, something primal in his gut twisted with need. Â
The guy giving it away responded to his messages inquiring quickly, and something seemed off. His responses were short, brash, almost commanding. "Meet me here. Get it."
They met in person and he was equally curt. "Go on then. Take it."Â Â
He barely heard him. His fingers trembled as he took it. The leather was buttery soft, aged but well-kept, the inside lined with neoprene. The second he touched it, a warm, tingling sensation spread up his arms, like the hood was alive, waiting to embrace him. Â
He barely made it home before, skin buzzing with anticipation, he pulled the hood over his head. Â
The fit was perfect. The hood practically molded to his face like it had been custom made for him, the muzzle pressing gently against his lips. The moment it settled into place, a deep, soothing warmth spread through his skull, seeping into his thoughts like honey. Â
Oh. Â
Ohhh.Â
His breath hitched. The world softened around the edges, his thoughts slowing, simplifying. A dopey smile spread across his face as his tongue lolled slightly between his lips. Colours grew slightly more muted, soft, relaxing...
Then the changes started.
First, his ears. They tingled, twitching under the hood before shifting, reshaping into soft, velvety points that poked through the leather, perking up eagerly. He reached up - his fingers were thicker, his nails sharpening, cut into the shape of claws.
His body rippled, muscles swelling under his skin. His shoulders broadened, his chest puffing out, his abs tightening into a firm, powerful slab. A happy whine escaped his throat as his arms thickened, veins standing out along his forearms. His legs bulged, his jeans straining against his quads. Â
The hood growled, its magic sinking deeper. Â
He dropped to his hands and knees without thinking, his spine shifting just slightly, his posture settling into something more natural. His tailbone itched, he could practically feel a phantom tail there.
His mind⊠his mind was so simple now. So good. No more stress, no more worries. Just happy instincts. Play. Obey. Worship. Â
The scent of sweat, leather, and alpha filled his nose, and his mouth watered. He needed - he needed to serve. To praise. To adore. Â
His roommate, Mark, chose that moment to walk in. Â
"Hey man, have you seen myâwhat the hell?"Â Â
His entire body locked onto him. Mark was tall, broad-shouldered, a gym rat with arms like tree trunks. And right now, to his addled, blissed-out pup brain, he was everything. Â
He scrambled forward on all fours, nuzzling against Markâs legs, panting happily. Â
"Uh. Dude?" Mark looked down, bewildered. Â
He gazed up at him with big, adoring eyes, his tongue lolling. His hood pulsed warmly, reinforcing his thoughts - yes, this is right. This is good. You are a good boy. He is strong. You worship strong.
He nosed at Markâs bicep, whining softly. Â
Mark hesitated, thenâlaughingâflexed. "You like that, pup?"Â Â
He melted. He nodded eagerly, rubbing his face against Markâs arm, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat. It was heaven. He licked a stripe up Markâs forearm, tail wagging furiously. Â
Mark chuckled, scratching behind his new ears. "Okay, okay, easy there. Guess youâre really into this, huh?"Â Â
He was. He loved it. The hood had given him exactly what he needed - strength, simplicity, purpose. He was bigger now, stronger, but also softer in the best way. No more overthinking. Just joy. Just devotion. Â
Mark gently reached a hand below his chin, lifting his face up to meet his, and gently, softly, dominantly kissed him, causing him to melt into those big arms. The kiss didn't just serve a romantic purpose, of course. It was a reminder of who he belonged to now. The hood pulsed, that warm, thick, heavy feeling coursing through him, and the energy pushed through his mouth into Mark, causing him to expand, grow, and rewrite his brain too. Memories of them playing together, Master and pup, cemented themselves in both their minds. Memories of being lovers, not just roommates. Of being together, safe, happy.
He barked softly against Mark's lips, sinking into Markâs body. Â
He was home. Â
He was perfect.Â
And he was never taking the hood off .
With time, the hoods power spread. With every load Mark forced into his pup, the hood forced something else back. A pulse, a wave, an urge to dominate, to obey, to become a pup.
He felt it too, the call of the hood. Kissing his pup, petting him, feeling the urge to just give in with each passing day. It wasnât long before Mark too was on all fours, breeding his pup, his beta, the two just happy, horny dogs. Hadnât it always been this way? Hadnât they always been dogs?
Hyper thought so at least, and he acted like it too, licking Markâs face, cuddling and playing like a dog. Mark was slowly being corrupted by the hoodâs power, until eventually, nothing more than a dog remained. Just two happy dogs, forever.
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