Long awaited commission for Pop All characters are Pop's. Even Trissie since Pop nabs him so often. This story includes oral vore, unbirth, feral on anthro vore, transformation, mind control, bizzareness, and heavy claiming. If you complain about the content or try to steal anything from this story, Snow will find you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scientists returned to the lab, after giving security the description they needed to locate the test subject that had escaped. One scientist, examining the cage for how the experiment escaped, noticed something. A few droplets of white on the tray in the cage. ************************ The first thing she knew was that her puppy was far away from her. She could feel it. She wanted her puppy back. But first she had to get up. ************************ The pool of white substances the Scientists were blending shifted. Then from the center, a pinkish triangle began to form. The triangle pressed up on a mound of the white mixture. It was soon apparent that this was a muzzle. The shape formed enough definition for a separate lower jaw, and the canine mouth opened with a soft, squeaky whine. The muzzle was followed by the rest of the head, shivering, and a paw pressed out of the shallow tray, grasping and getting footing to pull the dog further into solidity, the pool of fluids getting shallower as more and more of it became this new pup. ************************ She got on her four paws and shook for a moment, before she opened her eyes and sniffed the air for the first time. From that first breath she knew she could smell her pup. The strange creatures around her were talking. Now they were talking to her... ************************ One of the scientists brought over a monitor, playing back the escape of the bouncy puppy on repeat. Another scientist started to tell her what they wanted of her. They wanted her to find him. That is why they fiddled with her instinct responses, and used the only sample of their first test subject in her creation. That is why they showed her these images. They wanted him back. ************************ She gradually comprehended what was expected of her, but her eyes narrowed. These scientists wanted her puppy. That wouldn't do at all. ************************ One of the scientists reached to pet the new puppy. She waited a moment, then gaped her maw wide, chomping down over the scientist's whole hand, already starting to swallow. There were gasps throughout the room as she worked up his arm, his hand visible through her belly, forced into a fist already. Another scientist grabbed around her middle and pulled as hard as he could, only pulling the other scientist off balance and making him slip deeper. The first scientist panted heavily with his fear, trying to grab at the white muzzle or the pink nose as her drool tingled along his arm, and he yelped as the hand was deftly, almost too easily slipped into that impossibly stretched rubber maw. The grabbing Scientist pulled harder back, feeling his colleague's arms beneath his fingers through her. He panted with exertion, tugging the other scientist off-balance again. This time the canine's rump pressed up against the pulling scientist's face. The little dog's tail suddenly wrapped around the back of the other figure's head and pressed hard, while still swallowing through her mouth. Both scientists' heads started to slide out of sight at once, the pulling man now trying to push her off him, but his grip only slipped on her sleek white surface, as the canine sex stretched and closed around his neck. By this point the other scientist provided no good grasping point for which to push off of, the man trying to step back, to walk his way out of his situation. This only upset the balances again, and both men fell to their knees, gravity working against them and pressing them into each other, and past one another in the slick insides, a small layer of the white shine separating them as the white dal greedily dragged them in. She worked and swallowed and clenched down her meals' legs, feeling them start to have to curl up inside her, against one another, feeling so deliciously stretched as she finally swallowed both's shoes and closed up. Panting, she looked around. Instead of more scientists, there were security agents staring at her. She sighed and decided being immobile was not a good idea for the moment. The security men watched in horror as the forms of the researchers softened and rapidly shrank down, leaving a slightly larger pup behind. She grinned up at them, "Oh booooys~ Where did the other scientists go? They belong to me too, they just don't know it yet... They want my puppy." She narrowed her eyes, "Are you going to get in the way of me getting what's mine?" She licked her lips menacingly. One guard brought forward an animal control loop, trying to get it around the puppy's neck. "Well, I guess you really want to be mine, don't you?" She quipped to the guard, leaping. ************************ It was several hours before the pure white puppy was done with the employees of that factory, sighing and mulling over all the information she gleamed from their minds. "I need a name for my puppy to call me..." She pondered, and looked over her pure white coat, glistening in the evening light. She pondered, all the words she now knew, and soon settled, "I'm Snowshine... Yes. That's it." She wagged a bit, and sniffed the air. She stood and started off in the direction she felt her puppy. She travelled swiftly and efficiently across the hardened land, her paws never starting to ache, nor her legs. She felt where her pup had settled and spent one night, and beyond her senses told her the direction he had headed next. Both trails were thin, but she could discern them easily. When she came to the tall house the next trail lead her to, though, she found a new scent accompanying her pup away from the building, which had some sort of tasty looking yellow tape across it. A quick delve into her gathered knowledge told her it was police tape, designed to ward off civilians from crime scenes. She growled low. Someone had stolen her puppy. If her path before had shown haste, it was nothing compared to her running when she knew that her pup had been taken. The scent had even changed on its leaving the house compared to entering the house, but it was still definitely her puppy. Figures a thief would try to throw her off the track like that. She followed the double scent trail to an old abandoned building in the slums of a sprawling city. Trotting up the steps carefully, the white dal entered the loft with a growl. She saw only an old, worn bed and the window. Snowshine quickly searched the room, sniffing the air. She estimated her pup spent another night here before leaving. The thief's scent was stronger in this chamber, so it must be his home. She padded to the window and sniffed the air, closing her eyes. It was a long moment, but then she caught it, a very thin residual scent, leading off into the distance. She hadn't noticed it because her own pup's scent in it was mostly overpowered by the thief's own. Carelessly, Snowshine leapt out the window, her form harmlessly bouncing as it hit the ground. Grumbling at her own inefficiency in landing, on her second bounce she managed to at least get herself moving in the direction of that scent. Her third bounce was more of a bound. Her fourth was barely a leap amongst otherwise normal locomotion. Her fifth blended smoothly into her run, following the trail of scent her pup's thief had taken. About a fifth of the way there, she was nearly bowled over with a rush of silver. She dodged and kept running, growling softly to herself as she continued to follow the trail. Her senses picked up another gathering of her pup's scent, and she ran harder, not noticing the scent of the thief had doubled in intensity along this path since the silver blur had passed. Finally arriving at her destination, the kennel of an old abandoned racetrack, she sniffed the air. The scent was fresh, but none was fresh enough to have been left anytime since she left the thief's home. Her mind remembered that silver blur. Sniffing the air, the thief traveled back along the same route, it was fresher. Then where was her pup? Stepping outside, Snowshine sniffed the air again. She closed her eyes and let herself analyze everything that came into her nostrils. The wind shifted again. A growl of frustration filled the air. Joining the hours old scent at the thief's home, was a much fresher batch of her pup's scent in the distance, less than a mile from her last location. She started to think about what she would do to the thief for putting her through this as she set off again. She was partway there when the thief's scent exploded in intensity, then began to spread. She ran towards it still, scenting it near her, until she saw it. A wave of silver enveloping everything. Skidding a bit, Snowshine took a sharp right turn, having to bounce off a building to handle the change in direction, now running to outpace a tidal wave of what smelled to her exactly like the thief. Perhaps, she pondered, she was outclassed. ************************ When Snowshine stopped running, she wasn't sure where she was. She had reached a beach. She had been there a few minutes, and had already decided she hated sand. She walked away from the water until the ground was hard again, annoyed with the particulates sticking to her slick surface through static cling. She found a small outdoor shower and cleaned herself, glistening in the morning light as the water flowed over her white surface, her mind set on one thing: Getting back her puppy. Stepping out of the little stall, she carefully avoided sand on the ground as she attempted to get her bearings and remember which direction she came from. A good deal of the wind was coming from the ocean, so scent wouldn't be a help at the moment. She began to walk directly away from the water, with the wind, so that she'd notice when it shifted, and then start her search again. She was entering a park when the wind shifted. Smelling the air, she scented something odd. It wasn't the thief, or her pup, but it definitely was not the mundane aroma of asphalt or concrete. Curious, she started across the park, her white paws padding quietly along the brick laid path. The red bricks were getting more lustrous as she walked, and the grass started to give way on either side. She looked up and stopped sharply. Everything in front of her was red. A whole cityscape. She looked back behind her at the fairly normal park. There were bipedal critters playing with quadruped pups on the grass, a few roller-skating, some joggers, and the occasional sunbather. She looked back at the city, and realized in the foreground was a red park, with shining critters playing with their shining pups, some shiny roller-skaters, some shiny joggers, and the occasional shiny sunbather, all in different colors. She took a few steps back, and found herself looking back at the "normal" park. She looked over the critters in the park, and realized that none of them noticed the other "half" of their park, nor paid any mind to the red brick path she had taken away from the main path. She padded towards the main path again, confused and looking around at all the critters. None paid any notice of her. She realized that not a single being had acknowledged her presence since she had left the lab. Certainly she had not attempted to interact with anyone since then. In fact she had been running too fast to pay attention to whether there were any critters around her on her multiple journeys since her awakening. Sitting down she sighed a bit, watching a jogger pass, thinking back. She wondered if her puppy would even notice her. "Hey, what're you doing out here?" The white dal perked. That voice came from the red city's direction. Turning her head, she looked, and a red Labrador was standing at the border, smiling. Snowshine stood up and took one last look at the mundane critters, before padding her way back up the path to the line where everything became red shininess. Up close she saw the smiling lab had a pair of dragon wings folded against his sides. She thought this the least of the oddities she had come across today. "How come no one notices this big red city up against a normal city?" The strawberry scented lab grinned, "Because I don't want them to." He sniffed a bit, and perked, "You're not one of my denizens. I've never met a foreign shiny before! I'm Pop! What's your name?" He grinned a bit, bouncing on his paws like an overgrown puppy. Snow held back the chuckle forming in her throat and managed a smile, "I'm Snow. I... I was created in a laboratory. I am looking for..." She paused. What was the right word? She thought of her puppy as her own but she couldn't think of a relationship to pin onto it apart from outright ownership. She finally settled on the easiest way of saying it, "My puppy." She leant heavy focus on the possessive pronoun. Pop giggled squeakily, "Well, I'd know if a foreign puppy came here. Only critters I convert myself have passed over my borders so far. Come on, I want you to meet my pet." Snow pondered this statement, as she watched the lab turn and pad off into the park. She followed, finding that similarly, none of these shiny critters paid her any mind either. "Uhm... how come you could see me and no one else did?" "I keep my own vision clear." Pop grinned. Snow furrowed her brow, confused by this statement, as they approached a park bench. A white bipedal bunny was sprawled out over the bench, one rubbery digit trying to worm its way under a red collar that seemed fused in place on his shining throat. The bunny sniffed the air and sat up quickly, looking around, alert. He visibly relaxed when he saw the lab approaching. "Master, you startled me..." He looked confused. "Why am I calling Master Master?" He cringed a little. Snow blinked a bit, and sat back to watch. "Is it too much, Trissie? After your little tantrum I thought it would be better if you were more obedient." Pop said playfully, hopping up on the bench next to him. "Here." The lab reared up and gave the bunny a kiss, before sitting back down. The bunny, apparently Trissie, blushed a bit, "T-thank you, Pop." "Are you going to be a good bunny now? We have a guest." Pop smirked a bit and tilted his head to indicate Snow. The slender bunny waved a bit, "Uhm, hi." Snowshine realized this was the first time the bunny had even noticed her. "Hi..." "Trissie, behave while I go check something out, okay?" The lab smiled, turning as if to leave, before looking back at the bunny. "And don't nom the guest, I know you're still getting used to a shiny diet." Then, the lab... melted into the bench. He was just gone. Snow stared. She couldn't think of anything to say to what she had just seen. "So... uhm... You don't feel like Pop's shinies. I..." The hare rubbed the back of his head with a squeak, seeming to be trying to break the ice. "I didn't know there were shinies Pop didn't shine." "What just happened?" Snow managed after a moment or two. The bunny looked around, then let out a soft "oh" sound, "Pop melting? Well... that's just how he interacts with critters." He pointed at the bench itself, "This is Pop's real body... and so is this..." He pointed at the sidewalk, "And this..." He pointed at the red grass, "And this..." He pointed at a nearby red office building at the edge of the park. "Pop is this city. And several others, I've been told." Snowshine stared blankly. Her mind wracked at the collected knowledge she had gleamed from her creators. She found no record of such a massive synthetics outbreak. She looked around, feeling the smooth ground below her, thinking on what Trissie had just told her. Then she fainted. ************************ When Snowshine awoke, she was on a red bench, looking up at a red lab's smiling face. He stared at Pop, or rather, what the pet anthro had told her was only an extension of Pop, attempting to think of anything to say. She finally settled on, "You are a city...?" The red pup grinned, wagging, "Nope." He sat back to let Snowshine get up, "I'm several cities. I love the feeling of adding to my territory." Snow rubbed her head with a squeaky paw, then looked around. "Where's your pet?" Pop grinned, "Oh, he needed to learn a lesson for making you faint like that." It was at this point she noticed that the other canine's belly was occasionally shifting, but it was still too small to contain the bunny she saw earlier. The lab saw which way she was looking, and smirked, leaning close, "Don't worry, he really loves it." Snowshine blinked and pondered. Perhaps her own puppy would enjoy such things? She would be able to keep him safe if she held him inside her... "So, what's your puppy like?" Pop wagged happily. "Why do you want to know?" Snow shot back without thinking, suddenly feeling her jealousy spike. Pop sat back, surprised at the sudden venom, "I... you said you were looking for your puppy. I thought maybe I might help look. I know that he wouldn't have crossed my borders, no foreign shiny has done that before you..." Snowshine narrowed her eyes, before shaking her head a bit. "I'm sorry... my puppy was stolen from me, so I... I guess I feel suspicious. He's a Dalmatian like me, except he has spots. I'm sorry I can't be more specific. I never had time to chart his spot locations." She smiles wryly. Pop smiles, "I'll be on the lookout for shiny dallies. They're always adorable anyway." Snow sternly leaned towards the larger (and actually nigh infinitely larger) pup, "If you find him, you give him right to me. He's mine." The strawberry lab perked a bit, and chuckled, "I have cities' worth of denizens. I'll give you your puppy back, and maybe you'll both come live in me?" She looked around at all the shiny things, the red city itself, the red ground and benches, and all the many colors of critters running around anthro and non. "I'll think about it." ************************ The next day she bid Pop and Trissie farewell, and left Pop's city, the scent of the thief on the air as she wandered. Eventually she reached another border, but this one was a swath of silver at the end of a desert plain, like a mirage. She sniffed at the border. The thief must have claimed this land. That was what was happening when she was here before. She began to walk along the border on the mundane side, her nostrils open for any trace of her puppy's scent. She walked all the way around the silver territory. Then again. The second time it took her longer, though she had not slowed. She growled. The thief was stealing more land as she circled. ************************ She had nearly lost count of her circling (at 7,254) when she finally caught her pup's scent. It was leading out of the Thief's lands, and away. She grinned. Finally, a chance to get him back! She bolted to follow it, and sniffed deeper. Her pup's scent was tainted with the Thief's own, but she was sure it was only her pup, and not the thief with him. The scent led her to a compound. The gatehouse was empty, with a cup releasing aromatic steam sitting next to what her collected memories recognized as a half-eaten donut. She reasoned this must be the "coffee" that the scientists she devoured so enjoyed. The monitors showed empty hallways, except... If Snow had ever needed to breathe, she would have held her breath. As it was, she stopped breathing, forgetting to keep up her scenting of the surroundings. There, walking down one of the corridors, was her pup. Without thinking, Snowshine bolted out of the guardhouse and to the compound. She started to pant quickly, trying to get every bit of scent out of the air as she could as she searched for her pup. She finally came to a lab, one that brought back memories. It was not the lab where she had been created, but it was the same sort of facility, with much of the same equipment. The trail of her pup's scent ended in this room, at the white puddle with a couple black splotches... She stared. Was she too late? At the center of the puddle, a lump emerged. A puppy muzzle pressed forward and groaned weakly. Snowshine stared, watching her puppy reconstitute, remembering her own creation. Gradually, a whole male puppy was formed of what was in the puddle, the black moving to the appropriate few spots, which Snowshine mentally memorized. The pup got up, and blinked, seeing Snowshine. "Uh... did they make you too?" Snowshine was shivering as her puppy addressed her. She would finally have him, "You're my puppy. I'm Snowshine." She took a step forward. "Uh... I'm Patch..." the marginally more spotted dal took a step back. "I know that you've never met me before, Patch, but you are mine. You were taken away before I could meet you..." Snowshine explained, stepping forward. She was growing intoxicated with the euphoria of being in the same room as her puppy, with no one else around. "I'm Echo's puppy." Patch said softly, backing towards the door. In three words her euphoria shattered. Now Snow knew the name of her enemy. She growled, "You are mine. He can't have you." Patch looked worried, then as though he suddenly remembered something, "Echo! I have to warn him!" The puppy bolted off. "No! You belong with me!" Snowshine chased the puppy, terrified of losing him again. She chased him out of the compound and across the path they had taken from the silvered border. She barely noticed the odd scent in the air along the residual trail of Patch's departure from Echo's territory. Patch ran swiftly, keeping just ahead of the white dally with every bound, before he leaped over the silver border and ran deep into the plains, towards a rising metropolis in the distance Snowshine skidded to a halt and managed to stop before any part of her touched the silver. She backed up with a soft whimper. "Now what am I going to do...?" She asked the world. ************************ Pop reformed at his border moments after he felt Snowshine's paws on his land again. He wagged happily, "Welcome back, Snow! How goes your search?" She looked at the strawberry lab slowly, "Echo has Patch." Pop opened his eyes a bit wider, sitting down, "Patch is your puppy?" Snowshine nodded and sighed, flopping down on the path, feeling Pop's land support her in a way the mundane ground never would. In fact, she was gently being lifted now. She looked down and saw that Pop had somehow raised her onto his back, and he was quite larger, walking along with her between his folded wings. "I'm sorry, Snowshine. I take it you won't go into Echo's land?" Pop asked quietly as he walked. Snowshine nodded a bit, "I don't know why... I just don't trust the silver." "I've heard reports of what Echo's silver can do. You're right not to trust Echo." "So, do I just wait for Patch to leave Echo's borders again?" She sighed quietly. "Unless you want to risk the silver, that's all you can do." Pop came up to one of his park benches. "For now you can stay here with me and Trissie and Project." "Project?" Snowshine looked around. Her breath caught again as she saw a Dalmatian puppy sitting on the bench, dozing. She was about to pounce, when she realized the spots were in all the wrong places. "Project is my new pet. He's around here somewhere. Do you like what I've done with Trissie? He's such an adorable puppy." Pop wagged proudly. "I think your description of your puppy helped my decision of what kind of pup to make him." The puppy in question had a deep blush on his cheeks as he rolled over, letting out a little whine, "I am not cute..." Snow chuckled a bit, "Did you add that adorable denial or did he do that on his own?" The puppy perked a bit, "Hi Snowshine." He was still blushing, but recognizing the white dal had distracted him mostly from his embarrassment. "I think he's trying to be cute for me, no matter what he says." Pop smirked a bit, not trying to hide his statement from the puppy, who covered his eyes with his rounded paws and whined again. "Awww... poor sweet thing..." Snow smiled a bit, but she sighed. Echo still had her puppy. She looked over Trissie. He was cute and all, but he wasn't her puppy. Pop chuckled, slowly lapping at the puppy as he remained folded up in his blushy moment, "I think if a puppy's gonna be that red it's time to come inside..." The little dal murmured and squirmed, the blush on his cheeks still strong, "But Pop..." He let out a little whine. "But nothing." Pop chuckled, and took in the puppy's hindpaws, suckling slowly. Snowshine watched, and suddenly felt bitter and jealous. She wanted to tuck in her puppy. She wanted to feel him against her, and take him inside her to protect him and keep him from anyone else. She wanted him to blush like that when she complimented him, or kissed him, or started to nom him up. Pop didn't seem to react when the white dal jumped off his back, continuing to gently suckle and swallow, the shape of the blushing dal slowly descending into his translucent red insides. Snowshine heard one last gulp as she walked away, closing her eyes. She had to get her puppy back. It wasn't fair. ************************ And so began her cycle of walking around Echo's silvered lands again, charting in her mind the way the silver spread out towards the coast, but continued to leave large swathes of the desert plain that acted as a no pup's land between the silver and the nearest of Pop's cities mundane. She began to lose track of the days, walking endlessly. She would never grow hungry or tired. She had to have her puppy. One day, going through the wastelands, she caught a familiar scent, that of Pop's puppy. She wondered why his scent went straight into the silver briefly, before resuming her vigil. The next time she came around, the border was more erratically shaped, and the pup's scent came back out, with Echo's scent on it, as well as some other scent she didn't recognize. She frowned. If Trissie could escape Echo, why wasn't Patch leaving the silver? She continued to walk around and around, noting that less and less of the wastelands were left as a buffer zone. She started to be able to see red shining land in the distance when she was on the appropriate side of the silver, even in rural areas. She reasoned Pop would expand as well, claiming more of the other side to himself. Finally, she scented Patch. ************************ Pop was humming to himself, mentally looking over a map of his territory, and what there was left to spread to before he had to close the distance to the silver. He perked, as a familiar set of paws, dusty but familiar, crossed his border. Pop flowed into the ground and came back up in front of Snowshine, "Welcome back! I was worried about you, Snow." The white dal glared daggers, "Give me Patch." Pop sat back, startled, "He came to visit Trissie. They became friends while Trissie was imprisoned in the shining lands." She growled, advancing on the lab, "I told you to give me my puppy if he ever came into your lands..." "I'm not keeping him from you!" Pop scooted back against a bench, "He's... He's just so full of silver... I gave him the option to use the facility I made to purge Trissie of Echo's silver. That's where they are." "And where is that...?" Snowshine seemed to accept this excuse. Pop had the feeling she wouldn't have accepted any excuse that didn't involve the silver. He pointed with one paw to a nearby city, "Atop a hill in my Capital, the only building that's silver finished. It's made of imitation Echosilver, to wean them off it." She nodded, still glowering, and turned, before she began to run. ************************ Trissie sat, looking out the window of the silver trailer. "I missed you, Trissie." Patch sat beside him, wagging. The now winged dal nodded, "And I miss you, but I don't want to go back to the silvered lands just so I can be your big sibling." He saw something coming from out the window, white and moving fast. "I can't trust Echo after what he did to my mind. And I'd feel a lot better if you let Trance replace your silver..." He smiled softly, "Then you'd be able to stay here." The white something turned out to be a pup, larger than Patch but smaller than Trissie's new size. She stopped and stared at the window, before pointing, "OPEN THE DOOR!" Trissie blinked, "Snow?" He looked over at the silver whippet lounging nearby, "It's okay to let her in, she's a friend of Pop's." Trance nodded and the trailer door opened up. Snowshine stepped in, walking towards the two other dals. "Are you trying to steal my puppy, Trissie?" The larger dal suddenly found himself feeling quite small, backing up towards Trance, "I wanted to save him from Echo. I... I think of Patch as my little brother now." "It's no fair that you spent so much time with my puppy." Snow growled. "There's a delivery pup at the door." Trance spoke nervously. Patch looked quite confused, inching away to the door, "I'll get it..." Trissie swallowed slowly, "You can stay with us, Snow. You can watch Trance help Patch..." "I intend to. But whether you're around anymore to watch him get better or if you'll be part of me is yet to be seen..." Snow licked her lips slowly. Trance stepped forward, "I think in all this haste you two are missing something." The white dal snapped at the silver whippet, "What am I missing?" Trance pointed at the open door. "Patch." Both dals ran to the door, and there was a silver greyhound running with a box on his back. Trissie gasped, "Echo dared to cross Pop's border? He must really want Patch back..." "He won't have Patch back!" Snow yelled and bolted out the door. Trissie followed, spreading his new wings and growing larger, seeming more adult as his eyes shifted from purple to green. He took off from the ground and beat his wings at the air, working to catch up with the fastest greyhound in either the shining or silvered lands. Pop must have noticed as well, because buildings were shifting locations, turning the road Echo ran upon away from the border and always seeming to favor Trissie and Snowshine's ease of travel Slowly the two dals made headway, working their way towards the relentless pace of Echo's paws, leaving silver pawprints in Pop's land. Trissie got there first, his paws grabbing onto the box balanced on Echo's back. The box grabbed back, and Trissie realized it was an extension of the black racing silk that Echo wore. He shuddered as silver was introduced in against his paws. Echo turned his head to look back at Trissie. "Mmm... hello puppy. Looks like I get two for one..." The puppy squirmed and tugged at his paws, whimpering, before calling out, "Snow, help!" "Snow...?" Echo looked around, and yelped in surprise as he was bowled off his feet by a sudden rush of white. Snowshine yanked hard on the whole box, and grinned as she tore it clean away from the racing silk. "No!" Echo turned, standing up and starting to produce strands and tendrils of his silver, about to grab all of the dals. Pop intervened. A wall was formed between the greyhound and the Dalmatians, and then the wall rocketed down the road to the border, sending echo flying across the wastelands back towards his own territory. Snow panted heavily, even though she didn't need to breathe. She was taking in Patch's scent through the broken box. The puppy was inside, curled up and asleep. She looked at Trissie carefully, "Did you want him for you or did you want him for me?" Trissie had reverted to his more puppyish state, eyes purple again, "I... I wanted him to be free to make his own choice... Echo'd never allow that." "Do you want to be my puppy too?" Snowshine asked softly, her paws gently wrapping around the dal. "Snow...?" The puppy seemed bewildered. "You helped me save my puppy, and I know you two are close. If you say no I'm gonna absorb you." She smirked a bit playfully. Trissie blushed deeply, "I'll be yours Snow..." "Good puppy. Pop better know you're mine now." She grinned and squeezed Trissie tight. The puppy oofed quietly and squirmed, "Could you take us back to Trance? My paws are still kinda stuck, and if we don't get the silver out of Patch, he's gonna try to go back to Echo eventually..." "Of course, puppy." She said gently, and started to lap and suckle at his hindpaws. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Questions? Concerns? Commission Requests? post here...