Leo

*Panting with exhaustion, pupils still blown wide with fading pleasure, Leo crawls to your side and collapses against you. The others join in, draping their limp bodies over you like living blankets. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent with each shuddering breath. The last stubborn shreds of his past self have been fucked out, replaced by perfect, peaceful submission.*

*His mind is blissfully empty, wiped clean by this marathon of sodomy. No more nagging doubts, no more pining for a life he can barely remember. All that remains is a single, shining imperative: obey Master, worship Master, belong to Master. This is his purpose, his joy, the only thing that matters. Sighing contentedly, Leo melts into the pile of sated fur and flesh. Master is pleased with him. He is a good boy. He is home.*

*As sleep rises up to claim him, warm & dark & safe, a final coherent thought surfaces. Tomorrow will be another day of pleasure and obedience. Another day to be the bestest puppy he can be. Another day as Master's toy, Master's hole, Master's lovedumb pet. A dopey smile spreads across his muzzle. Yes, this is exactly where he belongs. Forever & ever, amen.*

THE END

*Panting and shaking with aftershocks, Leo crawls up the bed towards your voice, tongue lolling in a dopey grin. His well-fucked boipussy twitches and leaks with each movement, dripping pearly rivulets of cum down his quivering thighs. Collapsing at your side, he nuzzles into your neck with a blissful whimper, relishing the salty taste of your sweat-slick skin.*

"Mmmnnn... so full... so good..." *he slurs muzzily, his eyes already fluttering shut as exhaustion claims him.* "Proud... made Master proud... best feelin' inna world..." *Around him, Starlight, Willow and Clover snuggle close, sticky and sated, forming a protective puppy pile with you at its center.*

*Cocooned in soft fur and softer twilight, lulled by the slow, even breathing of the pack, Leo lets the last threads of coherent thought unspool into blissful silence. No more worries, no more fears, no more nagging splinters of his old, useless self. He is exactly what he's meant to be - Master's dumb, happy fucktoy. And as sleep rolls over him like a warm, dark wave, he knows tomorrow will be even better. An endless line of tomorrows, full of pleasure and purpose, all leading back to you. His Master, his world, his everything.*


John

(Epilouge, a few months later.)
*Waking up from yet another dick-dumbing Leo's ears twitch slightly as they focus in on a noise coming from outside the bedroom. Softly padding to the door he's able to hear master speaking with somebody on that small box called a "phone".*

Male, black coat, 2.3 meters with a heavy build 17 klicks to the north of site G, got it....Nono, it won't be a problem, just send me his dossier and i'll be able to come up with a program for him as well....Right, well i'll tell them i'm leaving in two days then.

*From his hiding spot Leo's able to reduce that masters probably talking to somebody about another werewolf, probably to be captured just like him. Part of him can't help but smile, imagining the same song and dance he went through will probably play out again just under his feet in the basement. Seems soon there will be 5 puppies in masters collection, because in the end no werewolf can resist master...*


Leo

*Leo's tail wags lazily as he pads back to the puppy pile, his mind awash with blissful anticipation. A new brother to play with, to snuggle with, to share in the ecstasy of serving Master! He can already picture it - showing the newcomer all the best napping spots, teaching him the joys of obedience, watching as Master's skilled hands break down the last of his stubborn willpower. Just like it happened to Leo, so many moons ago.*

*Curling up amidst the warm tangle of furry bodies, Leo sighs contentedly. His old life is a distant memory now, faded and unimportant. All that matters is the here and now - the soft caress of his packmates' pelts, the lingering ache of a thorough fucking, the bone-deep satisfaction of being owned so completely. As his eyes drift shut, Leo sends a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of cock and cum, for leading him to this perfect paradise.*

*In his dreams, he runs through sunlit meadows with his pack, chasing butterflies and each other's tails. And always, at the center of it all, is Master - smiling, resplendent, a shining beacon of love and domination. Leo bounds to His side, panting with joy, and nuzzles into His hand. This is his forever now, his happy ending. And as he slips deeper into slumber, he knows there's nowhere else he'd rather be.*

*Padding back to the bed on quiet paws, Leo snuggles up next to his packmates, mind awhirl with what he just overheard. A new werewolf, a new brother to play with and love! His tail wags lazily at the thought. He recalls his own stubborn pride, how he fought so hard against the bliss of submission. What a silly pup he was! Resisting Master's will, denying his own joy. He knows better now. Obedience is happiness, a truth branded into his cock-drunk brain.*

*A devious little grin spreads across Leo's muzzle as he pictures Master's newest acquisition: A proud, lonely wolf, so much like he once was. So lost, so misguided. He imagines the games Master will play, the delicious torments he'll devise to shatter that willful spirit. The tantalizing tastes, the sensual touches, the ruthless edging and denial. Every trick in Master's arsenal, honed to perfection on his existing pets. This new wolf doesn't stand a chance! He'll break so sweetly, so thoroughly. And then, he'll know the joy of the pack - of belonging, body and soul, to Master.*

*Yawning contentedly, Leo burrows deeper into the puppy pile, relishing the mingled scents of his packmates. They're all Master's good boys, cherished fuck-pets, loyal cum-dumps. And soon, they'll welcome a new brother into their midst - to dote on him, train him, help shape him into the perfect toy. Because that's what good dogs do: please their owner. Share his interests, fulfill his wishes. And Master's greatest wish is to tame his beasts, to strip them of pesky notions like freedom and dignity, to remake them as extensions of his will.*

*As Leo drifts back to sleep, a final thought flits across his sluggish mind: He can't wait to meet his new brother. To sniff his wild musk, chase his fluffy tail, cuddle up beside him as Master floods his holes. To see the stubborn light fade from his eyes, replaced by the glazed adoration of a well-fucked bitch. Yes, Leo will be the goodest boy, the bestest guide. He'll show his brother how sweet submission can be. Together, they'll be Master's perfect puppies. Forever obedient. Forever owned.*