Smiling sinisterly

When you look up at his face, Ink is giving you a sinister grin.

You gulp and step back.

Ink steps forwards, and then-

"Mmm... I like this new form."

Your jaw drops. Ink just talked.

"Not only is my cock actually big now, but I'm also so much stronger. More than strong enough to dominate you."

Ink crouches down a little, reminiscent of the pose he makes when he's preparing to pounce on one of his toys.

...Wait.

You spin around, about to run, but Ink pounces and tackles you. You land on your belly on the ground, a big, furry body on top of you.

You try to get up, but you suddenly find yourself completely unable to move.

Ink stands up, picks you up, and slings you over his shoulder.

"You know, former master, I always found you quite sexy. You are quite the catch. I just wish you gave me a better chase. Either way, I'll be taking good care of you from now on, my little pet."

You don't like the sound of that.

Ink kneels down where he had been when he had transformed and picks up his collar. Carefully making sure to keep you slung over his shoulder, he clips the collar around your neck.

Then, he puts you down, and suddenly, you can move again. You immediately go to remove the collar, but find you can't- Whenever you try to remove it, you find your hands just stop an inch away from the collar, as if there was some sort of invisible **** field around the collar.

You look up at Ink in fear. He's smirking. Then, he gestures downward. You follow where he gestured to, and find that his cock was still rock-hard.

"Suck," he says simply.