Home

The ride wasn't bad at all. Sure there were some bumps here and there, but I hardly noticed them due to how entranced I was by my surroundings. The truck had everything I could have ever asked for, and it smelled juuust like home. The musk was much more pungent. These smells, sensations and events had morphed the nerve center of my brain to make me completely addicted to it all. I began drooling as soon as the air around me filled with the aroma of true dominance and authority. I acted on mere instinct as I lowered my head to the floor and raised my ass as high as I could, just as if I was in heat. It felt right, but at the same time waves of conciousness crashed onto me with emotions of regret and disgust. It was as if my caged older self was pushing against its bonds, hoping to reach out to my now broken psyche. Yet within seconds I could hear a distant humming coming from all corners of the container. It wasn't loud but after some time it managed to drown out whatever doubtful thoughts came to mind, forcing down into my position once more.

It was strange how natural it felt. I had placed myself in positions such as this when overpowered by more dominant puppies. To my regret, no other puppies were in sight. As soon as I realised this I decided to make use of the seemingly countless toys which freely rolled around the container. They were so colorful and fleshy. I wasted no time and pounced on them with vigor and eagerness. I don't know how long I spent in there but it was like I could feel the humming penetrate my mind, the smells almost began to form a flavor in my mouth. The cushioned floor had wet spot all over due to how much my penis was leaking, some of it might have also been saliva from my drooling. The pheromones slowly seeped into my feeble system which caused me to lose track of time completely, until the swinging and swaying stopped. Almost on cue with the dying of the engine of the truck, those humming sounds faded. In the end I didn't even notice them until they were gone, which left some sort of longing to have them back for some strange reason.

I heard some fumbling and rustling by the door, then finally it opened. I was met with the same stoic driver, bulky and muscly. I was in a dazed state which made it difficult to make any sort of decisions, let alone crawl towards her. She entered the container and lifted me into her grasp. She winced due to how sweaty I was, she didn't seem to mind the smell though. The driver and the woman both exchanged some mocking words and laughed before they made their way across a large concrete field. From what I could see during my brief moments of conciousness they were in an airport, although we weren't heading towards the lobby. We approached a plane on a landing strip which seemed to be closed off or off limits, one of the two. Either way, there was a rather large plane parked and ready to depart. The last thing I saw was me once again being placed in a container, although this one was considerably smaller. I was then hauled into the storage area of the plane, which seemed to contain more puppies than just me. We were all in a similar dazed state, some even had enough strength to growl or just make sounds in general. I however could not.

The trip wasn't long, atleast it didn't feal like it. I had fallen right to sleep as soon as they took off. My awakening wasn't very pleasant though, loud noises surrounded me and shouting from workers who just now began to unload all the crates and cargo. I perked my head up with curiocity and saw a worker heading towards my crate through the thin openings. I shifted and sniffed in order to determine who it was, but to no avail, this was just some worker who he'd never meet again. This wasn't Master. Where was Master? I became worried and concerned, letting out squeaky wimpers only to be told to "Shut up!" I tightly curled into a ball to attempt to shrink.

After what felt like hours had passed, my crate was placed in an open space with hundreds of people shuffling around looking for god knows what, probably their pets. When the thought hit me, I immediately began pacing in circles with restlessnes. I heard the crate being opened so I stood right by the entry. It flung open and right there she was, Master. I crawled as fast as I could right into my Masters embrace.

"Awwh who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" I was overwhealmed with happiness as she ruffled my hair and stroked my smooth skin.

"So this one's yours huh? Registered as 'Fanny', that right?" I was too distracted by the attention I was given to hear that I had been given a new name.

"On the spot!" Master giggled, "Everything checks out I hope?" She looked eager

"Ugh, yeeaah I think so, go on through." The woman sounded tired, almost fed up. The few glances I got to between her legs revealed that she was not like the women I had traveled with, she was completely smooth.

Master nodded and attached a leash to my collar so she could lead me onwards. I looked around curiously and scanned my surroundings. I couldn't quite place where we were, but it wasn't a normal airport. People had their pets completely naked crawling behind them. Some women even allowed their pets to pleasure them as they sat and waited, out in the open!

I was home...