Pack Property

Kyle woke with a twitch, warm and secure in Tsume's heavy embrace. Her thick, muscled arm lay across his chest like a protective bar, and her leg had draped over his soft belly during the night, pinning him down like a possessive beast. He could feel her slow, steady breathing, warm against his cheek, and the smell of sweat, sex, and victory still lingered in the air like incense. Her massive breasts pressed against his side, and her fingers twitched occasionally, like a hunting dog dreaming of the chase.

Kyle let out a satisfied hum and stretched beneath her. He glanced around the room with a sleepy grin. Tsume had claimed him hard—and he loved every second of it. And now, with his new bitch so obedient and devoted, he had a thought. A wild, impulsive, beautiful thought.

"Collars," he whispered to himself. "All good dogs should have collars."

The idea sparked like flint on dry leaves. He imagined Tsume crawling toward him on all fours, a leather collar tight around her thick neck, a tag jingling that read "Property of Master Kyle." Behind her, her bratty daughter Hana, sneering and growling but obeying, her own collar buckled tight. Even Kiba, with a stripped-down shinobi variant—his resistance would be loud, but short-lived under his mother’s alpha command.

Kyle’s cock stirred at the thought.

Tsume grunted beside him, blinking awake. Her eyes opened, foggy but focused instantly on him. "Mornin', pup," she murmured, voice gravelly from sleep but warm.

"Morning, bitch," he said, beaming. He reached out and stroked her messy hair. "I had a great idea."

She smirked. "I figured that out by the way your dick's poking my thigh."

"No, really," Kyle chuckled. "You’re my bitch now, right? And a good bitch deserves a collar."

Tsume blinked. Then slowly, a predatory smile spread across her face.

"A collar, huh?"

He nodded. "With a tag. That says who owns you."

She rolled fully on top of him, pinning him with her bulk, her smirk growing. "I love it," she growled. "Leather? With studs? Maybe a silver tag?" Her hips ground slowly against him, teasing. "Put your name on it. So everyone knows whose scent I carry."

"And your brats too," Kyle added quickly, his voice trembling with excitement. "Hana and Kiba should get one. You should match."

Tsume laughed, deep and throaty. "Oh, I love that." She paused. "I don't think Kiba would be too happy."

Later that morning, the house echoed with clashing energy. Tsume stood with her arms crossed, a freshly polished collar already snug around her thick neck. The tag gleamed: Owned by Master Kyle.

Hana stood across the room, arms folded, trying to scowl. Her own collar rested in Tsume’s hand.

"No way. He made you his bitch for real," she said, but her voice lacked venom.

Tsume growled. "And what that makes you?"

"His younger and prettier fuck," Hana snapped, shooting Kyle a glare that could crack tile. But her fingers twitched at her sides like she couldn't wait to snatch the collar.

"You're Inuzuka. And you'll do what I say." Tsume's voice carried the Alpha-notes now.

"Then let Kiba wear one too!" Hana shouted, pointing across the room.

Kyle turned and spotted Kiba standing near the door, arms folded, looking like he’d swallowed a kunai.

"Don’t drag me into this." For a moments Kyle felt bad the poor guy, but seen him actually wear a dog collar is too funny.

"Too late," Tsume said calmly. She tossed the second collar to Hana, then the third to Kiba. "Alpha’s orders."

"Mom, this is messed up." Kiba picked up the collar like a venomous snake.

"So is letting an outsider fuck me like a prize bitch in hopes for puppies, but that's exactly what I did last night," Tsume growled. "We’re doing this. It's my decision."

Kyle couldn't stop grinning. His Inuzuka pets stood before him, growling and twitching with resistance, but the weight of the pack bond—and Tsume’s dominance—would break them down.

Kiba growled, eyes closed, before finally yanking the collar over his head with a disgusted grunt.

System Message: Kiba Inuzuka's Submission Score has increased by 40. Current score: 40.

Hana watched him, jaw twitching. Then she hissed, ripped the collar from her mother’s hand, and buckled it tight around her own neck.

"You better earn this," she muttered to Kyle, but her fingers lingered on the leather a little too long. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she turned away to hide it.

System Message: Hana Inuzuka's Relationship Score has increased by 10. Current score: 90.

System Message: Hana Inuzuka's Submission Score has increased by 10. Current score: 100.

Kyle’s grin widened. "Good dogs."

That afternoon, Kyle stood in the compound courtyard, a ball in his hand and mischief in his eyes. "You ready?" he called out, waving it teasingly.

Tsume crouched low, legs taut like springs, her collar gleaming in the sunlight. Hana stood beside her, arms crossed, a sneer barely concealing her anticipation. Her feet shifted like she was ready to pounce.

Kiba groaned. "I'm not doing this."

"You’re already wearing the damn collar," Hana snapped. "Might as well bark for him too."

Kyle threw the ball. It flew across the yard, bouncing off a tree.

Tsume shot forward like a missile. Hana growled—loudly, playfully—and bolted after her. Kiba hesitated—then followed, growling under his breath.

They tackled each other, scuffling and barking, until Tsume emerged triumphant with the ball in her mouth.

Kyle laughed. "Good girl! Bring it here."

She padded up to him on all fours and dropped the ball in his hand, tongue lolling from her smirk.

"Alright," Kyle said, dropping the ball and producing two black leather leashes. He clipped one to Tsume’s collar, and the other to Hana’s. "Time for a walk."

Kyle strutted proudly through the compound corridors with both Tsume and Hana crawling behind him on all fours, their leashes tight in his grip. He made no effort to hide the smug grin on his face as their collars jingled faintly with every obedient crawl.

Kiba stood nearby, arms folded, watching the absurd parade with a mix of horror and disbelief.

Kyle paused, looking him up and down.

"You should probably head out for the day, Kiba. Unless you want to hear what your mom and sister sound like when I stick it in."

Kiba clenched his fists and muttered a curse, turning away without another word.

Kyle chuckled and gave the leashes a tug. "Come on, girls. Let's not keep the water waiting."