A Long Night
Red finished the last of his meal, a large juicy burger, and tossed the wrapper onto the floor of his cab, the fearful face of Chance imprinted on the wrapper.
"Damn, boy, you really hit the spot," spoke Red, speaking to the man he had just turned into his newest meal. It was getting late, and Red's day was long. Unfortunately, Red had left the last rest stop awhile back, and the next one wasn't for a while. After a few minutes of searching, Red found a good gravel patch off the highway and guided his rig into the spot and prepped his cab for his night. Red let out his human pups, Rex and Buster, so they could stretch and play while he enjoyed his cigar.
As Red enjoyed a cigar and the Pups enjoyed each other's holes, he heard a noise, tires on gravel, and was not happy to have company.
With a hefty sigh, Red began walking to the source of the sound, trying to decide a fitting punishment for the man who interrupted his peace. And then the bright lights of a police cruiser's takedowns blinded him.
Deputy Cole Latten was patrolling a fairly deserted stretch of the interstate when he spotted some lights off to the side, probably just a lost trucker. Cole smiled and decided he was going to have some fun with this trucker, scare him a little, and get on with his night. As Cole rolled into the gravel lot, he rolled his windows down. He became curious about some of the sounds he heard: moaning and men barking and howling like dogs. Before Cole had a moment to try and locate the source of the sounds, he spotted a figure approaching him in the dark. Cole's heart jumped as he quickly turned on his overheads, jumped out of the car, and began to give the man orders.
"Just stay where you're at!" Red heard a man's voice booming towards him; perfect, he thought, and whistled for his Pups to take their places.
Cole heard the man whistle and tried to see who or what he whistled at but couldn’t see anything past his lights; he could barely see the man they were supposed to be illuminating. Only able to make out his large and imposing form, able to smell his aroma of musk, cigars, and sex. Cole could feel a hunger rising up, a hunger to be closer to his this man, to bath in his musk. Cole began to walk closer to the man until he wasn't; some unknown force had knocked him face first into the ground.
His Pups did good; Rex had tackled the deputy, and now he and Buster were pinning him. Red bent down, gripped the deputy by the shoulder, and moved him to his knees. Red took a drag from his cigar and spoke:
"Well, boy, you interrupted a good night, but that's not going to be an issue. Guessin I'll have you make this night better." As Red spoke, he unzipped his pants and let his cock flop out. Cole eyed it and hungrily began sucking him off.
As Red enjoyed himself, he began to wonder what punishment should follow; he didn't need another pup, so that was outta the question. Red didn't get to think about it long before before another vehicle pulled up, this one Red could tell was a State Trooper. Red motioned for his pups to entertain the deputy while he dealt with the newest interloper.
Red quickly but silently walked up to the trooper, who was just getting out of his vehicle. As Red approached, the trooper opened his mouth to speak, but Red was faster than him. Red took a drag from his cigar and, before the trooper could even react, planted a long, rough kiss on the man, breathing all of his smoke deep into the trooper.
The Trooper collapsed onto the ground in an instant; Red hadn't even thought of what to turn him into and figured fate would decide. As Red looked down, he saw what the trooper had become: a bobblehead.
Red returned to the deputy, who he could see was being mounted by Rex and had his face buried deep in Buster's ass.
Red looked at the deputy and told him, "Up." The deputy stood up immediately. Red took another drag off his cigar and blew the smoke around the deputy and enjoyed the changes.
As his new master blew the smoke over him, Cole felt a change; his muscles inflated, and his forest green uniform changed. He was no longer a sheriff's deputy but instead one of Red's K9 Unit, his pants now chaps, his duty belt now had a pup tail on the back, and on his face a pup hood formed. Cole looked over at his Sheriff's Office Tahoe and watched as it changed. The emblem of a pup hood on the side, the words K9 Enforcement. He could see the entire back becoming a large K9 kennel and spotted numerous leashes, hoods, and tails that all appeared inside.
Red spoke to him again. "Well, you were a good boy while I dealt with the issue back there, so you should get rewarded as well as punished. You have the honor of being my pup, not the privilege of staying with me, and are ordered to find and make more pups, Pup Trooper." Cole, now known as Trooper, was beyond happy to hear those words and returned to his new car, ready to change men into the perfect pups for his master.
Red sighed and returned to his rig, placed the bobblehead on the dash, and went to bed. It had been a very long night.
















