Houndoom

As Ash's eyes landed on the Houndoom suit, a shiver ran down his spine, and his mind was instantly flooded with memories of his dreams. He had always been fascinated by the idea of being a loyal pet, and his subconscious had woven vivid fantasies around the concept. The Houndoom suit, with its sleek black fur and orange underbelly, seemed to stir something deep within him. He felt a flutter in his chest, and his face grew warm as he recalled the nights he had woken up, drenched in his own sweat, his sheets stained with the evidence of his nocturnal emissions.

As Ash's eyes remained fixed on the Houndoom suit, his face grew warmer, and he could feel a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He took a step forward, his feet seemingly moving of their own accord, and reached out a trembling hand to touch the soft, black fur of the costume. The sensation of the fabric beneath his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his mind begin to wander back to those vivid dreams he had of being a loyal pet Houndoom. The memory of the sticky, warm sensation in his bed, the feeling of shame and excitement that followed, all came flooding back as he stood there, frozen in time.

As his fingers made contact with the soft, black fur, Ash felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through his body, as if the costume was alive and responding to his touch. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as his eyes fluttered closed. The fur was so fluffy, and it seemed to melt beneath his fingertips like a warm cloud. He felt his face grow even warmer, and his heart began to beat at a slightly faster pace as he stood there, frozen in time, his hand still resting on the costume.

The air around him seemed to grow quieter, as if the very sounds of the city outside had been muffled by some unseen ****.

with his decision made he look the Houndoom suit in his hands and made his way to the Shopclerk .

As Ash approached the shopclerk, the soft rustle of the Houndoom suit's fabric against his skin seemed to amplify the anticipation building within him. The shopclerk, an unassuming man with a kind face and a pair of thick, round glasses, looked up from the book he was reading and regarded Ash with a curious expression. "Ah, you've found something that catches your eye, I see," he said, his voice low and soothing. Ash's face grew warm as he held out the Houndoom suit, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he asked, "Is there a possibility to turn my mind completely into that of a loyal pet?"

the shopclerk said "I can do that but first you have to become a Houndoom" The shopclerk's words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ash felt a shiver run down his spine as he considered the implications. He looked down at the Houndoom suit still clutched in his hands, the soft black fur seeming to whisper promises of transformation. The shopclerk's eyes, behind his thick glasses, seemed to bore into Ash's very soul, as if searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt. Ash's heart beat faster, his mind racing with the possibilities, as he nodded slowly, the movement almost imperceptible. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

with that Ash stripped of his clothes without shame, the man behind the counter handed him a small bottle of a foul-smelling liquid. "Drink this," he instructed. "It will help your body adjust to the transformation." Ash hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle and downed it in one gulp. The liquid burned as it went down, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The man nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, put on the suit."

Ash stepped into the Houndoom suit, feeling the soft fur against his skin. It was a strange sensation, both comforting and unsettling.

As Ash's body began to contort and shift, his senses grew more acute, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of transformation. His hands, now paws, flexed and extended, the fingers merging into padded digits tipped with sharp claws. The skin on his arms and legs itched and prickled, as the soft fur of the Houndoom suit seemed to grow from his own skin, a dark, velvety coat that rippled and flowed like a living thing. His feet, now hind legs, lengthened and strengthened, the toes curling into sharp, hooked claws that clicked on the floor.

Ash continued to transform into a Houndoom, his spine elongating and curving until it was supported by four strong legs. His midsection followed suit, as he was **** onto all fours, his stomach muscles contracting and expanding as they morphed into the sleek, muscular abdomen of a Houndoom. And then, without warning, a tail began to grow out of his behind, starting as a small nub and quickly lengthening until it was a long, sinuous appendage, covered in the same soft, black fur as the rest of his body.

As the transformation progressed, Ash's neck began to lengthen and thicken, his skin itching and prickling as the soft fur of the Houndoom suit merged with his own skin. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, as if his very body was being rewritten from the inside out. His head, now a sleek and pointed muzzle, felt heavy and unbalanced, as if it was being pulled forward by some unseen ****. The shopclerk's voice, calm and soothing, seemed to come from a great distance, "Your body is adapting, Ash. Let go of your human thoughts and allow the transformation to take hold."

Ash now a houndoom rolled on his back as the clerk begun rubbing his belly, as the clerk's hands made gentle circular motions on his belly, Ash felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, his tense muscles unwinding like a spring releasing its stored energy. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he let out a low, rumbling growl, the sound vibrating deep within his chest. The clerk chuckled and continued to rub his belly, the touch sending shivers down Ash's spine. He felt his eyes grow heavy, his eyelids drooping as he gazed up at the clerk, who was smiling down at him with a warm, approving expression. "You're a good boy, Hades," the clerk repeated, his voice low and soothing. "You're a very good boy."

As the clerk's hands continued to rub his belly, Ash's old human thoughts were replaced with those of a loyal pet Houndoom. His mind grew foggy, and his sense of self began to blur, like a painting left out in the rain. He felt his identity dissolving, his memories of being a human fading like embers dying out. In their place, a new sense of purpose emerged, a deep-seated desire to serve and obey. The clerk's voice, once a distant hum, grew louder, more distinct, and Ash felt himself responding to it, his ears perking up, his tail wagging reflexively.

The clerk continued to pet Ash's belly, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing against the soft, velvety fur that now covered Ash's entire body. "That's a good boy, Hades," the clerk cooed, his voice low and soothing. "You're such a good boy."

Ash's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but the clerk's voice cut through the chaos, grounding him in the present moment. He felt his body relax further, his muscles going limp as the clerk's hands worked their magic.

The clerk continued to call him Hades and a good boy, and Ash found himself enjoying this more and more. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction as the name burned itself into his new mind. His long, pink dog tongue lolled out of his muzzle, and he panted happily as the clerk continued to pet him.

The clerk's hands moved from Ash's belly to his chest, rubbing and scratching in all the right places. Ash closed his eyes, his head lolling to the side as he let out a deep, rumbling purr. He could feel the vibrations in his chest, and the sound seemed to fill the room.

As the clerk's hands continued to rub and scratch Ash's chest, the vibrations from his purring grew stronger, causing his entire body to hum with pleasure. The clerk's voice, a soothing melody, wove in and out of the vibrations, "You're such a good boy, Hades. Yes, you are." Ash's ears, now pointed and alert, perked up at the sound of his new name, and he felt a surge of excitement at the praise. His tail, long and sinuous, wagged lazily back and forth, thumping gently against the floor.

As the name "Hades" echoed in his mind, Ash felt a subtle shift in his perception, as if the sound had awakened a deep-seated loyalty within him. The clerk's hands continued to rub and scratch his chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Ash's eyes, still closed, seemed to grow heavier, his eyelids sinking further into relaxation. His breathing slowed, becoming more labored, as if he was savoring the sensation of the clerk's touch.

The clerk's voice, a gentle hum, continued to soothe Ash's newfound canine senses. "You're such a good boy, Hades," he repeated, his words dripping with affection.

Suddenly a voice came saying "you have found my pet Hades" as a Woman came into the shop hugging Hades who found a deep conection to this woman.

As the woman's voice echoed through the shop, Ash's ears, still pointed and alert, perked up even further, and he felt a sudden jolt of recognition. The woman's words, "you have found my pet Hades," seemed to resonate deep within his chest, and he felt an inexplicable sense of belonging. The woman's arms, soft and warm, enveloped him, pulling him into a tight hug. Ash's tail, still wagging lazily, quickened its pace, thumping gently against the woman's leg as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck.

"he just run away after a thug pointed a gun at him and I have been searching for him for the past hour" she said as Hades begun to feel bad for the worries he had caused his owner. The woman's voice was laced with a mix of relief and concern, and Hades could sense the depth of her emotions as she held him close. He nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of her neck, his nose twitching as he breathed in the scent of her perfume and the faint tang of sweat.

As the woman spoke, her hands stroked Hades' fur, her fingers tracing the curves of his ears and the ridges of his horns.

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Don't worry," the clerk reassured the woman, "he just came in completely shocked, not thinking clearly, and I gave him some much-needed attention." The clerk's voice was soothing, and Ash could feel the warmth of her hands as they continued to stroke his fur.

The woman's grip on Ash tightened, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his own. "I'm so glad you found him," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I was so worried about him."

Ash's tail thumped against the floor, and he let out a soft whine, expressing his remorse for causing his owner any distress.

as the woman took out a crimson red colar with a Houndoom mega stone in it and put it around Hades' neck saying " here I bought this for your but the thug came in between, let's get home your mate is probably just as worried" Hades nodded as they said goodbye to the clerk and headed home.