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99 Bitch Related Problems Part One By Sodd's Lore They Call Them The Diamond Dogs The Bar was so exclusive they didn't even bother to name it. It sat 44 floors up atop the Crommex tower. The highest building among the tight cluster of brokerages, banks and fintech services packed around the financial districts network hub. The high priced bar was humming with the sounds of commerce and fucking being negotiated with equal fervour. Among the sparse chrome and leather furniture, The City's young Corporate Elite were out in force tonight. The men were all of a type, various subtle rearrangements and variations on the basic themes of rich, entitled, and cunt. The basic cunt ethic was strongly represented by the throng. All dressed in overpriced designer suits. Each suit sporting a well advertised inflated price that was far more important than the tailors skill and drinking expensive liquors with an eye to the price being an impressively high a number rather than it's age or proof of god forbid, actually thinking about the taste. And as always the steady stream of bullshit flowed out of them all, merging to become one great sea of bullshit washing up on the mental shores of predator and prey alike, swirling eddies of outright lies, con jobs and pick up lines filled the bar like a living ecosystem while they all talked to each other in their archly arcane and specialised financial lexicons. The equity traders talking loudly about equity trades while hedge fund managers talked about hedges and the bank executives talked about heading to the bathroom for more coke. Well tailored rat bastards with rat cunning ripping each other off. "So, you?ve heard about the new hardware Renn is launching next month, yeah?" Travis asked. "Yeah, I've been keeping tabs on it. They're bringing in some heavy hitters, but I'm not sure if they have the experience to navigate this market," Mike replied. "I agree, it's a volatile time right now, but that's where the opportunity always lies, you know? If you can get in early and position yourself correctly, the potential for returns is massive," Jack said. He left unsaid the fact he had access to the yearly?s. Mike?s instinct were spot on actually. Renn were green as fuck in this field as were about to learn an expensive lesson They had deadlines for the new rollout but production wasn?t even close to reaching its targets. Heads of departments and profit projections were both about to start falling dastically. Travis had a small finger in the Renn pie and was woking hard to discretely pull out before the market door slammed shut and took off a knuckle and Mike looked to him like the kind of guy who was really into hot potatoes. "Definitely. I've been looking at some of their emerging markets, specifically in Africa. The growth potential there is through the roof," Mike added. Travis smiled and enjoyed his Glengoolie Blue single malt as he leaned back let Mike do some of the heavy lifting work by talking himself into the Renn shit show. While Mike continued to tell him things he already knew, Travis smiled and nodded while eyeing the svelte dark haired woman over Mikes shoulder who had just entered. She had a movement like a Swiss watch in heels. Time to wrap up Mike and get to work bitch hunting, though to himself. Travis nodded enthusiastically in agreement with whatever Mike said about Renn, just waiting for him to finish up his thought, he was getting impatient but knew he couldn?t rush these things. He loved it when you could pick a mans wallet just by letting them hand you the fucking wallet. He deserved it though. Mike was only recently returning to trading again after having his brokerage dissolved for dodgy as fuck crypto-trades. He had been lucky to avoid prison even with his family connections, but he had suffered a sizeable fall in wealth as was desperate to remake himself. Travis felt no empathy or guilt about what he was going to do to him. He was a thieving prick and had it coming. Mind you so did Travis. So did everybody in here for that matter, including most of the hospitality staff. "Exactly," Travis pushed on. "And don't forget about the importance of early adoption. If Renn have their shit together like they seem to, the risk/return ratio becomes moot." Travis said resorting to generalised bullshit jargon. People like Mike ate that shit up like it was a Live Laugh Love poster on their kitchen wall. A few minutes later Mike made to leave so he could meet his fiancee for dinner down at street level, but only after securing a promise from Travis he was going to help him get into Renn in a big way. "Great talking Travis I?ll see you real soon," he said with a happy smile. "My genuine pleasure Mike, I?ll have something worked up for you by my secretary and in your hands before Thursday," Travis said giving Mike a realistically happy handshake and then he was gone, leaving Travis alone in the chrome and leather lounge. Knowing it was Mike about to be holding a shit sandwich sans bread next quarter, instead of himself made faking happiness a lot easier. Travis settled back easily into the black leather booth as he watched Mike leave and then focused on the lady who had entered earlier, still at the bar, still unaccompanied. Nice. He took a moment to bask in being amazingly fucking awesome. It was amazing how amazing you could be with access to some primo-cocaine. "Travis you are good. I mean really, really, really fucking good man," Travis said to himself aloud. Both his arms fanned out along the top of the lounge and his legs casual splayed out, taking up as much real estate as physically possible. He was a handsome enough man, but much of that was down to a costly and rigorous grooming regime rather than being genetically blessed with good looks. His slicked back hair accentuating his receding hair line, but did to well the cover the early thinning up top. His well manicured hands, Rolex Milgauss watch and his Wharton bespoke suit were all signals to those who read such signals that he was an up and coming young star. At six foot even he was a tall enough man and he worked out to keep himself in good shape. This place was a playground to the corpo-royalty. The meritorious wiz kids, the geniuses and the ever increasing hordes of nepo-babies. These were their royal forests full of life and promise, fortune and fucking. He was a fiscal stag in heat and his conspicuous wealth was his felted antlers. He desperately needed to fuck a doe. He was also tripping off his head on cocaine mixed with a little bit of acid, and market fuckery and loving it. Travis abruptly stood up keeping a focus on the lady at the bar, still there, still single, still a viable target. "You?re golden man, you?ve got this," He told himself pulling himself together but he was borderline fucked up and in no way a good judge of what he had ?got? right now. The ?this? was sitting alone at the bar, reading her phone. He walked over to her, leering at her as he approached. "Hey, Babe," he said in a way he was sure was killing it. She looked up briefly from her phone before ignoring him and returning to her phone. "So what are you doing here all by yourself? A fine looking woman like you must have men lining up," He grinned at what was in his fucked up mind at least, ?killer openers? and completely failed to notice the utter contempt this woman had for him. The woman looked up at him, her expression cold. "I'm not interested," she said, and went back to her screen. "I'm Travis," he said offering his hand. "I tell you what, you can have a free reset and have another go at clamouring for my attention," He grinned in a way he thought was cheeky, but in reality he coming off more like a sex pest. He wasn?t totally delusional though and knew this woman was never going to let him get an ?in? so he was simply being crass and rude for his own entertainment now. He was a proud and open misogynist who saw sex as a game of conquest rather than a meeting of souls and minds. Any woman not actively servicing his needs was an anathema to him. "Have another go Gorgeous, but this time try to be less of a total bitch," he suggested smiling at her. The woman looked up again, her expression now filled with disgust. "I don't care who you are, or who you think you are," she said. "You can take your entitled, woman-hating bullshit and leave." "Hey chill out sweet tits, I?m just joking around, seriously let me buy you a drink, I?ll get anything you want, the more expensive the better." He leaned in conspiratorially. "I?m fucking loaded Babe." "You?re a fucking pig is what you are!" she snorted as she closed her phone and stood up to leave. "You know, she's right, you should learn some manners, or maybe I can teach you some." He turned around and saw another woman sat on the other side of him at the bar. She was dressed in a classic black mini dress, her dark hair fell around her shoulders looking simultaneously natural and the work of a shampoo company with a large CGI budget. He laughed at her, thinking it's just a joke, but something in her dark grey eyes told him she may not be joking. Those eyes are,.. above a marvellous set of tits. He barely noticed when the girl he had just been teasing elbowed past him with force on her way to the exit. "Prick," said the phone girl in way of a farewell. "I?m Miranda," the new ?She? said offering her hand in way of a greeting. "Hi Miranda, I?m Travis," he said taking her hand and kissing it, cluelessly ramping up the creepy vibes. "I know." She smiled enigmatically. "Huh?" Travis was confused, he didn?t know this woman, how did she know him? His still drug addled brain was firing trying to figure it out. "...Whu?" She laughed at him and it was a marvellous laugh even if she was directing her laughter at him. "I was sitting the other side of you while you tried you good stuff on miss phone scroller, I heard you introduce yourself Travis." And she smiled at him warmly. "Wanna get out of here? This place has all the warmth and charm of a multi story car park don?t you think?" "Sure," Travis said happily, this girl was so much easier and hotter too. Travis For The Win. And with little further to be said they left together in the elevator to the ground level. Travis took Miranda to ?The Dirty Glass? a short cab ride from The Bar. It was a dive bar he would sometimes come to looking for action. At least it was what a privileged rich man would think of as a dive bar, It was a medium to high rent dive bar going for the low rent dive bar aesthetic. Appalling green carpets and bad fake wood panelling but a full selection of craft beers and high end liquor. He was glad to peel off from his buddies in the trades so he could work on her alone. They were fine for shit fights and orgies but he needed to run solo to work his magic. He was going to actually have to put in the effort of being a gentleman to bag this bitch. She was beautiful and Travis was immediately drawn to her. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her from behind and then move on before his seed had gone crusty in her panties. With his smooth talk, confident demeanour and generous drinks budget he had Miranda interested enough he thought. She was on the hook only needing to be reeled in. He had been sticking to soda water trying to ride the crest of the shit face wave as he felt the peak slowly recede. So far he was holding it together pretty well. Before long they were leaving the bar together and headed to Miranda's place nearby for some action. His lucky day that she lives only around the block. They took a brief stroll and Miranda opened the door to her building. She lived on the ground floor and invited Travis in. Score! thought Travis. Once they were through the door Travis's game plan went from charm to a more direct approach. Miranda had only just closed the door before Travis closed in behind her. "So babe, we ready to go or what?" he asked while he leaned in to nuzzle her ear, hands around her waist lowering to clutch her ass cheeks. "OK lets slow it down a bit tiger," said Miranda trying to extract herself. "That?s funny," he said, "I was thinking we could speed things up instead" As he pressed forward with his battle plan, he pushed his knee between her legs his rapidly engorged cock also pressing it?s needs. "Whoa," Miranda said as she firmly pushed Travis away. "What?" asked Travis feigning hurt innocence. "I though you wanted it too?" Miranda?s face had turned from welcoming and smiling to angry and hurt. "No I wanted some fun with the guy I was talking to at the Glass, not this gropey arsehole who followed me home." "Hey bitch, you led me here and led me on," Travis spat back. "Don?t lay it on me if you?re getting cold feet." "Bitch?" Miranda repeated pointedly. "I?m a bitch just because I don?t want to be pawed at by a pig like you? Look just get out. We?re done here." "Yeah fucking typical, you lead me on all night, take advantage of the free drinks and then at the last minute you slam the door. You bitches are all the same," Travis bitterly said walking to the fridge pointedly not leaving as Miranda had asked. "Get the fuck out now!" Miranda said lowly through gritted teeth. "I?ll get the fuck out when I?m ready to get the fuck out," Travis snarled with barely concealed menace. He found a light beer in the fridge and opened it without asking. "Women like you should learn your place." "Oh I should, should I?" Miranda asked, her eyes beginning to glow with an altogether more disturbing menace of their own, but Travis was too blind with rage to notice. "What exactly do I need to learn?" "That bitches are there to be fucked," Travis said matter-of-factly "Your place is to fuck when you?re told, obey your master and when the time is right make babies." "That incel bullshit is just pathetic Travis," Miranda said, her voice filled with contempt. "You're just an insecure entitled, woman-hating prick who thinks you?re owed sex just because you have a cock." Travis scoffed. "You're just another bitch who can't handle a real man," Travis spat back. Miranda's expression turned to one of anger. "I've had enough of men like you, thinking they can treat women like objects, thinking they're entitled to everything, well, I have news for you, you're not entitled to anything." Travis laughed mirthlessly. "Actually I am entitled to everything and anything I want, Bitch. I worked hard for it, I fought for it, and I can buy anything and everything I want. Even you. You might think you?re my equal but it?s just not true. I could buy your building and have you thrown out, I could buy your workplace and have you fired. You could work for a mom and pop shop or a multinational company I don?t give a fuck. I have enough entitlement that I could crush you in I chose to." He stood in front of Miranda, learned down to look her in the eye and grinned widely. "I could buy and sell a dozen of you this week and it would barely make a dent on my quarterly profits. You picked the wrong guy to lecture about entitlement you pathetic little cunt." And he pulled back his grin glareing at her menacingly. Miranda's eyes glowed with a sinister light. "You know what Travis, I think I'll give you a taste of your toxic bullshit from the other side." Miranda was deeply offended by Travis's attitude and without even willing it a curse was building it?s power within her, she felt it well up inside her, sensed it swirling around and taking shape, the white hot fiery edges compressing a dense core of retribution and in a targeted fit of anger and rage, she cursed him in the old tongue of her great great grandmothers. And Now I Wanna Be Your Dog As Miranda began droning incomprehensible gibberish, Travis felt a sudden jolt of pain in his head, and his body began contorting and shrinking, his clothes pooling at his feet as his body hair grew thick and curly, he let out a scream as he felt his bones snapping and reshaping. He collapsed onto the apartment floor getting smaller and smaller, or was the world getting bigger? He looked up at Miranda?s grinning face in horror. ?What?s happening?? Travis shouted, but all that came out where unintelligible noises. He raised a hand to strike at Miranda but instead he saw something bizarre. He saw a scruffy white fur paw in front of his face. Another yip as he tried saying, ?What the fuck?? "Travis I?m sorry I don?t speak dog, but I guess you're probably trying to ask what happened to you," she said curtly as she looked down at the little fur ball. Travis looked down and saw the other paw, he turned his head and saw a white fur body with a fluffy tail. Change me back now Bitch! Travis yelled. But again instead of speech, Travis whined and howled in canine fear. "I'm sorry Travis, I can't understand you. But I can see that you're upset. I cursed you to be a bitch as punishment for your attitude towards women," Miranda said as she reached down and easily picked Travis up. "I must admit I?m surprised the curse was this literal though. I honestly expected you to become the kind of submissive bar slut you desire," Miranda said with a big grin forming. "But this is so much better really. You kept telling me at the Dirty Glass that this is a dog eat dog world. Wonder if you are still the one who does the eating or will you be eaten this time? Welcome to your new life, Travis," She reached down and picked him up from the bed easily in her outstretched hands. Travis was horrified. He begged her to change him back, again nothing but the sounds of an agitated small dog escaped his mouth. "Well I?m afraid I?ve got some reading to catch up on Travis, it was a lovely evening right up till when it wasn?t, so it?s time for you to leave I?m afraid," she said as she walked out of her apartment carrying him down the hallway towards the front door. He struggled in her grip but she easily overpowered him. ?What? No! You can?t fucking leave me like this! Miranda you bitch, change me back! I?m sorry, I?m sorry I called you a bitch, please no, don?t do this! Put me down you,....fucking bitch!? he howled at her. "Shush Travis, that?s all wasted on me I?m afraid, I honestly don?t know what your trying to say. I guess I really should take you to an animal shelter," she said carrying him down the corridor "I know it would normally be cruel to just abandon a dog on the streets, but you?re such an Alpha kinda guy I?m sure you?ll enjoy the challenge pulling yourself up by your boot straps won?t you? Although it might be hard without boots. Or feet for that matter." She entered the front foyer and walked towards the main street entrance.. "I?d keep you as a pet myself, but I?m afraid the building has a strict ?no pets? policy, so you?ll just have to find somewhere else to stay." She then opened the front door and dropped him gently onto his four tiny new paws out onto the street. "Good luck with your new life Travis!" And with that Miranda closed the door, turned her back on him and returned down the corridor. ?Fuck you too Bitch!? Travis barked at her retreating back as the door slowly closed with him decidedly on the outside. Travis felt scared, lost and alone, he didn't know what to do or where to go. He had no idea how he was going to survive in this new form. Maybe he should just lie down and wait to wake up from this nightmare. He had been turned into a dog and thrown out on the street. The coke hadn?t been that much surely? He lay on the front step of Miranda's house for some time staring down at his small dog paws in disbelief. He turned around and suddenly he saw his tiny furry face reflected in the glass panels to the side of the door to Miranda?s apartment. ?Ohh fuck no!? he howled. ?A fucking Poodle?!? Travis was furious. He had always despised poodles since he was a young man. He loved dogs and had even owned a few good ones. He had owned a Mastiff called Jupiter until a few months ago when he had been stolen from his Father?s back yard. And he had a doberman as a child. But poodles were a fucking joke of a dog unsuitable for a real man to own. Suitable for rich bitches with oversized handbags, faggots and 60 year old women at country clubs. They looked ridiculous. This has to be a nightmare. Please I want to wake up now. He yipped. He closed his eyes and tried to rally his mind, trying to find a way to take it in. He was overwhelmed by unfamiliar feelings and sensations, his nose was bombarded by a huge amount of smells that he had never experienced before. He could hear clear conversations from within the building and even heard a hobo talking to himself far down the street. Then suddenly a part of what Miranda said finally sunk in. The fact that he had become a dog had made it hard for him to take in everything she had said. ?Bitch.? Still unsteady and clumsy with his new limbs, Travis sat on his haunches raised a leg to inspect his undercarriage. The was no cock there, just a puffy slit below his ass hole. He was a poodle bitch. He howled in rage and loss. He felt a sense of panic and confusion as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. He couldn't shake off the feeling of humiliation and horror and he felt a sense of hopelessness and despair as he contemplated what his next move should be. He knew that he couldn't stay on Miranda?s front step forever, he had to figure out how to survive until he could come up with a plan. He briefly considered going home but that idea was a non starter. Travis lived in a high class apartment 12 floors up with a doorman. Even if he could get there as a stray dog he would have no chance of getting past the doorman, or into a lift, or of working a lift. Even could make it to his front door, he lacked his keys as well as hands to use them. His human life was closed off to him right now. He tried to take a deep breath and clear his mind. Lets try to be positive and figure out what things do I have in my favour a dog? He could smell and hear better. That was it. His tiny legs would make his sprinting comical and useless. That was fuck all in the way of pros really. Not really a fair exchange for a substantial property portfolio and a heated garage full of super cars. No one who saw him now would treat him as anything other than a dog, including he suspected other dogs. Despite his human thoughts and intelligence, to everyone else he was just a small white toy poodle bitch.? This realisation was embarrassing and horrifying for Travis. He couldn't communicate his true identity to anyone and was going to be treated like a regular dog by everyone he encountered. He had been reduced to nothing more than an animal on the street with no voice or agency. ?Miranda you fucking gypsy, slut, bitch, cunt, whore!? he howled to the sky ?You?ve fucking ruined me!? Travis realised he had attracted the attention of an old stray dog that was wandering Miranda?s street. It had trotted up to him and stopped a few feet away, its nose dropping and raising. The thing was twice as big if not bigger than he was now and it was intimidating to be that much smaller than what seemed to be a normal sized dog. He felt it was trying to say something, but no idea what. But he decided to try and befriend this dog. He knew it was risky, as he was so much smaller now and the stray could be a danger to him, but he also knew that he couldn't stay on Miranda?s front step forever. The stray dog seemed open to Travis attempts to look friendly and it looked back at him with a wag of its tail. ?It?s cool dude, I?m cool you?re cool we?re both cool,? he whimpered at it, trying to ingratiate himself with the grey mutt. Travis tried to shake his tail in return but seemed to just bend his body left and right while his tail went unwagged. The stray approached him and he fought the urge to lay down in front of the thing in submission. But he did find himself extending his front paws a little, lowering his head somewhat. The stray was right up to him now lowering its snout less than an inch from his own, rapidly sniffing, then the stray walked down his short flank sniffing his head and back and sniffed his tail. Travis went rigid with fear, but the old dog walked around with a few more sniffs until it was next to him facing the same way. ?Woof,? it said quietly, but with little context it was hard to say what it meant by that. ?Yeah, you too buddy. Woof,? he replied. A few more sniffs and then the grey dog moved forward, turning it head to see if Travis was following. He did so walking awkwardly into this new canine world. Soon they were trotting up the road together, Travis hanging back slightly to let the old dog lead. He didn?t know if his new companion was male or female, its loins were covered in lanky matted fur and he couldn?t see enough to know. Maybe dogs would know each others sex by smell, but if they did it wasn?t a skill that had carried across to him. As they walked, Travis couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the world he was experiencing. He had never been able to smell or hear as well as he could now, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by the different scents and sounds he was picking up. The stray dog led him through the streets and alleys, streets so familiar at human height, but so alien from his new vantage point about a foot above the pavement. The old dog seemed to be taking Travis on a tour of it?s part of the city. It showed him where to find a clean stream for water, it yelped once in warning when they got too close to a yard containing two massive guard dogs. The huge brown dogs stared down at the little white bitch that trotted past with a manky old stray, deep throated growls that promised sudden violent death save for the wonders of chain link fencing. The stray showed him the ropes of being a stray dog, how to find food, leading him to a few market stalls known to be friendly to strays. Travis baulked at eating the red raw giblets he was tossed, but his hunger and fear of starving to death overrode his disgust. Travis ate the meat surprised at how good it tasted in his new mouth. It was no double bacon burger but the free feed had satiated his hunger for now. Travis was grateful for the stray dog's companionship and guidance and he began to feel a sense of camaraderie with it. That night the old stray lead him to an empty shed behind a garage where they curled up together for warmth. Lying sadly in a ball tucked in to stray?s curled body, Travis listened in fear to the hundreds of noises around him both natural and human as the night settled in. At some point Travis fell asleep after a long first day on the street. The awoke to a nudging as the stray stood up and after a brief few horrific moments of recall, the new dog got clusily to his little feet and followed the old one. As they roamed the streets together, Travis couldn't help but dwell on longing for his human life, but he knew that for now he had to focus on surviving in this new form. A lesser man may have just run into traffic to end it all, but Travis was determined to find a way to regain his humanity. For now, he was grateful for the stray dog's friendship and guidance as he navigated this new world as a dog. And less than half a day into his life as a stray dog Travis and his companion stumbled across a dog catcher. The stray bolted at his approach showing the kind of alertness that had kept it free for so long, but Travis was too slow to react and even slower to run away with his laughably small legs, and with barely any effort at all from the catcher Travis was captured and taken to his council truck. ?Let me go you fucking entry level peon I?ll have you fucking job and your fucking throat for this!? He barked uselessly. The catcher opened a small door on the side and pushed Travis inside closing the door on him. Next to him in another caged section was a German Shepherd sitting patiently. He was panting lightly and regarded Travis with curiosity. ?The fuck are you looking at?? Travis yipped in frustration and more than a little bit of fear at the shepherd, who just turned away and sat down again. ?Yeah you?d better sit,? he woofed. The truck arrived at the dog pound, and he was processed like any other stray dog. He was given a cheap collar with a plastic keyfob attached bearing his registration number and placed in a small pen with other unwanted dogs. He felt hopeless and alone. He couldn't understand why fate had dealt him such a cruel blow. And then without warning he felt a wet nose pressed against his new orifice. ?The Fuck?? He yelped in fright. He spun around snarled at the happy panting terrier that was panting happily at him and backed into a corner. ?Fuck off! All of you fuck off!? he barked, but they didn?t seem to understand him, nor had he been able to understand them. It was all just barks and whines to him. Was there an actual dog language known only to dogs? So far it seemed not. The stray had never tried to talk, just short sounds for attention. He found himself constantly on guard among the many other dogs, he was worried about his safety among the big males. All day long Travis was trying to avoid dogs pushing their noses under his tail and he was happy when the staff began leading them all to individual cells to sleep. In the pound, Travis met many other dogs, some were friendly and others were aggressive, he quickly realised that life in the pound was a constant struggle for survival. He missed the companionship of the stray dog, and he couldn't help but think about that evil, bitch, cunt Miranda. The woman who had cursed him to this life. Much of his time in the pound was spent imagining in vivid detail how he would rip out her throat, shit in her mouth and chew off her tits for what she had done to him. As the days passed, Travis's spirits started to sink as he saw many dogs being adopted and others being put down. He knew that time was running out for him, and he feared that he would be next. He couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness and despair as he sat in his cage, waiting for his fate to be decided. He wouldn?t say he was used to being a dog, but he was at least finding his control over his new body was becoming natural to him. Although shitting and pissing were horribly demeaning and humbling things to do in this form, he was now not as horrified as the first time. It was shocking to Travis how a soul destroying, never ending, waking nightmare becomes mundane so quickly. He reflected on his past life and realised that he had taken everything for granted, and that he had never truly appreciated the value of human life. He vowed to be a better person if given the chance to return to his human form. Travis was terrified of what would happen to him now that he was in the custody of animal control. Would he be put down if no one claimed him? Would he be experimented on? He spent his days at the dog pound trying to come up with a plan to escape and find a way back to his human form. He had been in the pound for several days now, and he had seen many dogs come and go, some were adopted and others were put down. The thought of being put down filled him with dread, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of hopelessness and despair. One night he woke from a nightmare where a kindly vet was injecting him with a needle while he gently stoked his head saying "Go to sleep girl". He awoke relived to end the dream but then horrified to once again be a poodle in the dog pound. He thought back to the day almost a week ago when he was first cursed by Miranda and how he had been thrown onto the street with no explanation or guidance. He remembered the struggles he faced as a small poodle on the streets, trying to survive and find a way to regain his humanity. He also remembered the stray dog who had taken him under its wing and taught him how to navigate this new world as a dog. And he once again whimpered at the thought that he was bound to be euthanized any day now. How Much Is That Equities Trader In The Window And then Travis's luck changed when a small family of three came to the dog pound looking for a pet dog for the young daughter. Travis sat up looking at the family as they browsed the cages. The girl approached Travis?s cage and peered in with a big smile on her face. "This one?s pretty and cute," she said. Travis stood and went to the bars between him and little girl. Please help me kid, get me the fuck out of here I beg you! I can?t go out like this! Travis said, rendered into excited small yips by his canine throat. "I think she likes you Emma," said Emma?s mother. The girl beamed at the toy poodle and spun around to her father. "I want this one please Daddy," she said decisively. Emma had picked her birthday present and was overjoyed with her selection. She couldn?t wait to get her home. "Ok mate we?ll take this one, she seems to have made her mind up," said the father to the kennel attendant who had been showing them around with barely disguised boredom. Emma?s eyes had not left the white fur ball since she had first seen Travis. Travis looked into her eyes and saw joy, eagerness and trouble. "Mr Smith if you?d like to come over to my desk you can sign the papers and use the eftpos," said kennel attendant glad that this intrusion on his work life was almost at an end. "Did you bring a dog carrier?" "Um, no," said Mr Smith. "We have them for sale for 28.50, or would you prefer to come back with one?" he said clearly giving no fucks either way. "Yeah sure. Gimme one," Smith said eager to get away from the smug little shit that had just stung him for an extra 30 bucks. Wordlessly taking his card the kennel guy rung up a sale. "Ok that?s two hundred and three dollars and fifty cents for the dog and the carrier. You want a receipt?" "Yes thanks." And like that it was done, Travis did the maths in his head arriving at he just got sold for 175 bucks. A steep markdown from the 1.3 billion he had in liquid assets. Used to have. The Smiths decided to adopt him and take him home with them. Travis initial jubilation was short lived as Mr Smith put down a dog cage and opened the door. ?The Fuck?? said Travis. "Get in the cage girl," said Smith as if not understanding was the problem here. Travis sat looking at Smith with shock, furious he was expected to get in that thing. "Sweety maybe we look at some other dogs?" Smith said to his daughter over his shoulder already losing patience with the whole exercise. Travis taking the hint walked into the open door of the cage and sat down dejectedly. "Good girl!" Mr Smith said to him as he closed the cage door and picked him up by the carry handle. Fuck my fucking life. He yipped to the rest of the room. Travis was glad to be rescued from the dog pound, but the idea of being a kids pet was simply fucking demeaning. He was grateful for the reprieve from being put down, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his new life was a step down from his brief freedom on the street with the stray. As Emma brought Travis home, she couldn't wait to give him a proper name. She had thought about it for weeks and finally, she had decided on the perfect one. She knelt down beside Travis and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to call you Petunia," she said with a smile. Travis couldn't believe what he was hearing. Petunia was not a name it was a fucking flower. It was a name for a cute, fluffy, and small female dog, not for him. He felt humiliated and degraded, his human self-worth and identity was being mangled and wrecked by a cute and fluffy pet name. ?My nae is Travis you little bitch, Not fucking Petunia!? he yapped at his preteen owner. "Mummy look! Petunia likes her name!" Emma shouted excitedly over her shoulder. No! I don?t fucking like it, it?s not my,..ahh what?s the fucking point! Travis barked defeatedly. As Emma continued to shower him with affection and praise, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. He had lost everything that made him who he was, his billion dollar deals, his fast cars, his colleges, his family, and now even his name. He was no longer Travis, a successful private equity trader. He was now just Petunia, a small and insignificant poodle. An eight year old girls birthday present. He watched as Emma set up a cosy bed for him in the corner of the living room. She had wanted Travis to sleep in her room but her mother had vetoed that idea for now thankfully. He had a pink and white food bowl next to a stainless steel water bowl and Emma had filled his food bowl with kibble. The dry dog food tasted awful and even the memory of eating raw meat with the stray seemed like a vast improvement. He would literally kill for a burger right now. He couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over him as he realised that this was his new reality and there was nothing he could do about it. He should be in the city right now eating in expensive restaurants and fucking expensive hookers. Instead thanks to that witch Miranda he was a little girls pet dog called Petunia instead. He felt a fresh, cringe inducing, wave of embarrassment every time he heard that stupid new name. As the days passed, Travis's cravings for human food grew stronger. He couldn't help but think about the food he used to eat, the taste of a Wagyu steak, the smell of an overpriced artisanal hamburger, the texture of a gourmet pizza, even a fucking service station hot dog right now would be glorious. One evening, while the Smiths were sitting at the dinner table Travis saw an opportunity. Mr. Smith had left his plate unattended for a moment and Travis couldn't resist the temptation. He quickly made a standing leap onto his chair, raised his forelegs up to the table, reached his snout forward snatched a piece of chicken from Mr. Smith's plate and made a run for it. Mr. Smith was furious. "Petunia No!" he shouted, as he slammed the fridge door shut and chased after the dog. Travis, realising he had been caught, didn't feel guilty, instead he just felt angry and resentful. He knew he had been wronged and he deserved better. Just because he was no longer human there was no reason he shouldn?t be treated like one. Hungrily he wolfed down the chicken fillet before Mr Smith could pull it out of his mouth. He was entitled to some damned respect. Mr. Smith caught up with Travis and hauled him up by the scruff of his neck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He yelped in pain. "That was my fucking Dinner!" he shouted punctuating the word ?dinner? with a hard smack on his small hindquarters. "You Don?t get On the Table!" he said firmly, a triplet of smacks to add emphasis to the point. "Bad Girl!" shouted Mr Smith as he smacked his daughters naughty pet one last time. Travis yelped in pain and felt furious, he couldn't believe that he was treated like that, like an animal. He felt humiliated and degraded, he knew he had done something wrong, but he didn't think that he deserved to be hit. ?Fuck you Smith you weak cunt! If I was in my body I?d rip your fucking head of and shove it up your fucking arse!? whimpered Travis helplessly in Mr Smiths grasp. His neck was in agony as Emma?s father gripped his fur and his thigh was already throbbing where he had been struck. "Daddy stop hurting Petunia!" Emma cried running to her father holding her pet by her scruff. "You need to control your dog Emma, she?s your dog so you?ll need to be the one to train her. If you can?t teach her to be a good dog then I?m afraid Petunia will have to be an outside dog," Mr Smith said. Emma was crestfallen. She was still trying to get her mum to allow Petunia to sleep in her room, an idea that her father was also against. ?Fuck you smith! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!? Travis yelped from his position dangling from his neck skin. "Don?t be so hard on her Honey. She?s only eight remember and she did everything she promised you she would do if we got her a dog, so you got her the dog," said Mrs Smith making a rare interjection. She was normally such a quite woman Travis sometimes forgot she was in the same room. But she left it hanging there, that it was her husbands mess to clean up. Mr. Smith deflated in the face of his wife?s disappointed look and released his scruff and he scampered towards Emma who picked him up and cradled him in her arms. Smith was still angry though and scolded him some more before putting him outside to sleep in his kennel for the night. He tried the doggy door but found it had been barred. Fuck you too Mr Fuckface Smith! Barked Travis to anyone who would listen. "I?m sorry honey, I didn?t mean to hurt Petunia," said Smith crouching down to his daughters height. "Listen Pumpkin, I?ll find you a good trainer and they will help you to train Petunia, Ok?" Smith said. "You?ll need to train her, but I?ll make sure you have all you need to do it, alright Princess?" He smiled lovingly at his one and only child. "Thanks Daddy, I love you," said Emma throwing her arms around her father. "Love you too baby girl," said Smith. Travis lay in his kennel, feeling hurt and alone. He knew he had disappointed Smith but he didn?t give a fuck about that, but Emma had looked at him like he had let her down and that made him feel weird. But he also knew that he didn't deserve to be treated in such a way. He missed the life he used to have and couldn't shake off the longing for real human food. He was furious about being smacked and sent outside, but he had no regrets about his lightning fast chicken dinner. Angrily he stomped a divot in the purple cushion he had been given, spun a few times to give it more definition and then flopped down into it with a humph noise. He drifted off to sleep imaging many ways to murder Mr Asshole Of The Manor in his sleep. Too Many Puppies Are Trained Not To Bark One of the things that Travis found hated the most, and there a good many thing he hated the most, at least three dozen, but one of the top ones, was his pink collar with a little bell attached. The bell tinkling brightly every time he moved. Even though he couldn?t see it below his snout its ringing was maddening. It made him feel like a toy with realistic noises and interchangeable accessories. Emma Smith was a kind and loving kid at heart, but Travis found it difficult to connect with her. She saw him as nothing more than a cute fluffy pet and he couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't really understand him at all. Emma was attached to him in the same way that Lenny was attached to rabbits. Not that she was slow or anything, she just had a manic overbearing kind of love that Travis found hard to take. He couldn't help feeling resentful of the way she would pull his ears and tail, or dress him up with bows and other accessories, she didn't understand that he was a human in a dog's body. The next Saturday afternoon, Mr Smith Told Emma to put Petunia in her cage and once more Travis suffered the indignity of being hand luggage as the they all went out to the car. Travis was excited for a while to be out of the house, but then heard Smith telling Emma they were going to a dog trainer he had found on Facebook. She had promised him that her methods would work while being a bit old fashioned. Mr Smith was fine with that being a rather old fashioned man himself. Emma was ecstatic as she took her newly adopted poodle Petunia, to her first day of obedience training. "Petunia is going to be the bestest dog ever!" she exclaimed to her father as they walked into the training centre that the trainer had set up in her large backyard. Travis however was filled with anger and resistance. He was frankly pissed off. He had once been a man who had underlings that reported to him, actual people he had control over. But of course that had all been lost when he was cursed and turned into a poodle bitch. The thought of being trained to obey someone else was an anathema to him but to be ordered around by a little girl less than a quarter of his age made him want to scream. As they arrived at the training centre, Travis could smell the other dogs and hear their barks. He felt a sense of dread wash over him as Emma led him inside and they were greeted by the instructor, a no- nonsense woman. "Hello Emma, my name is Ms Williams," she said holding out a hand. The ?Z? stress on Ms was so over pronounced by her, that she sounded like she was addressing a bee. Her dogs were shut up in their respective cages thankfully out of sight and sound, but their scents were plainly everywhere in this house. Not being born a real dog Travis had no idea what the significance of those scents might be, but he was acutely aware of them. It was as vivid as if he where standing on Tokyo street full of neon and LCD signs in indecipherable kanji, meaningless to him but omnipresent. Emma held Travis?s leash "First things first, we need to establish who's in charge here. You, Petunia, are going to learn to obey me. Sit!" Sit on my face bitch! he yapped. Travis's initial reaction was to resist, but Ms. Williams quickly put him in his place with a firm smack on his nose. "Bad Petunia! I Said Sit!" she said. Travis just looked blankly at her with shock. That fucking hurt you-Yelp! "Bad Petunia!" she repeated smacking Travis on the nose again. "Petunia Sit!" And with that Travis sat. You fucking psyco bitch! I?ll- "Quiet Petunia!" Travis wanted to rip this woman?s face off and shit in her lip-less mouth. But he also wanted to not be hit again, that fucking hurt a lot! So he remained mute and stuck to inwardly cursing her entire bloodline throughout time instead. "Good Girl!" Williams said with a Jekyll and Hyde level swap in tones. She bent down and ruffled his head and ears in an expert way like she was hitting acupuncture chi points that fired off a quick dopamine like reactions in him. "Ok Emma I think we have her attention lets get started. Take her leash and collar off Honey and lets just give them to Dad for now OK?" She said and Emma removed the pink ringing collar taking it to her father who was sitting there watching the lesson. He had been oscillating slowly between mild interest and complete apathy with his phone in his hand. Maybe, just maybe I?ve misjudged this bitch. thought Travis briefly as his hated collar was removed, but then she brought out a stout length of metal chain and dropped the looped end around his neck in it?s place. "Petunia Sit!" she commanded. Travis inwardly sighed, uhhh really? We?re gunna do thiiii- And suddenly she pulled the chain tight. It tightened around his tiny neck squeezing the breath out of him. "Petunia Sit!" she said loudly and firmly. Travis sat as fast as he was able, terrified she would choke him again. "Good Girl!" said Mrs Jekyll sweetly, like she would be shocked to hear about the chain pulling sadist Hyde that was here 2 seconds ago. And so for the next twenty minutes Ms Williams tortured Travis with a choke collar and harsh commands, followed by loving words, pats and occasion bits of sausage. Travis felt dehumanised by the experience and he couldn't believe he had been reduced to this. He could see the rapt attention in Emma's eyes as Williams treated him like a dumb animal and it made him feel even worse. "Sit, Petunia," Ms. Williams commanded. "Come, Petunia," she ordered next. Travis, still in shock and unfamiliar with basic commands, was slow to respond and made many mistakes. Ms. Williams corrected him harshly, pulling on the choke collar and yelling at him. "Heel, Petunia! Heel!" Travis felt overwhelmed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and hopelessness. Ms. Williams's training methods made him feel like a mere animal, not a human anymore. As the lesson came to an end Emma praised Petunia for her efforts, but Travis was in no mood to hear it. The lesson over with, Mr Smith paid Ms Williams and drove them back home again. Travis was now allowed to sit in the back next to Emma?s booster seat rather than the carry cage since he was being so well behaved now, but that small freedom seemed meaningless in the face of the ordeal he had just gone through at Williams?s place. And as Emma got through the front door she lowered Petunia to the floor and Travis bound off to get some water. He wouldn?t say it was ?good to be home? as Travis thought of it as more an all in one torture centre than a home, but at least it was far from Ms Williams and her doggy themed layer of hell. Here there was a comfortable cushion set aside for him, as well as some passable dog food. Finicky eating had at least paid off there at least. Mrs Smith had ditched the generic dog food in favour of some of the gourmet brand?s since he had been refusing to eat the awful lumps that came in the cheap black and yellow can and his assault on the chicken dinner being the final straw, had ushered in the arrival of the gourmet shit. It was still eating shit, but it was professional artisanal shit and you could really taste the difference. It was a small victory, but it had been his first victory of any kind since, Miranda. Bitch. After he had eaten he retreated to his spot in the corner as he tried to deal with the ramifications of today?s lessons. The thing was that William wasn?t just training him to obey her, she was training Emma to use the same tactics. Since they had gotten home Emma had been practising her new commands and Travis was not happy with this new dynamic, it had been horrible enough being treated as a pet but now he was being treated like a slave and expected to perform at an instants notice. "Sit Petunia!" Emma would bark randomly and he would have to quickly sit until told he could stand again. Now his sweet little owner was developing the ability she had learned from Williams to smack his nose enough to cause attention grabbing pain, but not enough to hurt afterwards. Emma spent the week practising the commands she had learned at obedience training with Travis. She didn't have a choke collar so she had been relying on verbal commands and small smacks on the nose to get him to obey but she was rapidly expanding the repertoire of trick he was being made to master. ?Beg? and ?Roll Over? were two he really hated, but none the less he did as he was told when he was told to to. At first, Travis refused to comply, still feeling humiliated and resentful from his previous training. But as the week went on, Emma's persistence began to wear him down. He didn't want to disappoint her, but mostly he just didn't want to be smacked on the nose anymore. It really fucking hurt a lot. Despite his reluctance by the end Travis found himself obeying Emma's commands without even thinking about it, they were becoming second nature, god help him. ?Sit?, ?Stay?, ?Come?, roll over. He was surprised at how easily the commands came to him, how natural it felt to obey her. And evey time he did as he was told, Emma would pat his head and call him "Good Girl." Emma was thrilled with Petunia's progress and couldn't wait to show Ms. Williams her progress at their next lesson. Travis's second obedience training lesson was even worse than the first. He was already terrified of Ms. Williams and her harsh training methods had given him recurring bad dreams for the last week. He had begun to tremble uncontrollably as soon as he saw her, only this time it Emma who was armed with the choke collar instead. At first he was relieved, but it was not long before Williams had Emma tugging it every inch as firmly as Williams herself had done. Just like her teacher. Ms. Williams spent the rest of the lesson teaching Emma how to use the choke collar on him. She showed her how to properly and sparingly use it, and Emma was eager to try it out on Petunia. Emma, being only 8 years old, didn't fully understand the implications of the collar and its effects on Travis's well being, but she trusted Ms. Williams and did as she was taught. Besides it was getting results and that was always hard to argue with. Travis couldn?t believe what was happening, that bitch was turning his eight year old mistress into a fucking dominatrix. Sure she was wearing long baggy denim overalls with Girls Rule embroidered on the bib and a long sleeved red sweatshirt with a cartoon rabbit instead of leather fetish gear, but they were undoubtedly conspiring to turn him into a furry white obedient gimp on a chain regardless. Travis was beyond humiliated. They were stripping him of his autonomy and he was being reduced to nothing more than a trained animal. He could see the pride in Emma's eyes as she successfully made him obey her commands, but all he felt was a sense of betrayal. "Well Emma I think that?s about all I cant show you really, the rest is just patience and perseverance Hun, but I reckon you?re a natural at this my girl." Williams had liked working with Emma and knew she was going to do well with her advice and training. "You have a real flair for working with dogs from what I?ve seen with Petunia I must say, the progress in just a week is remarkable. I?m so proud of you Emma." Emma was delighted as Ms. Williams praised her work. "But most importantly continue with what I taught you at home Emma, and in no time at all Petunia will obey your every word without hesitation. Dogs always react well to a firm hand my girl. Remember that and you?re well on your way to being a responsible dog owner able to keep her dog under control at all times." Travis listened to all this in mute horror. He was becoming a trained animal and his fate was rapidly solidifying like concrete. He was going to end up nothing more than a subservient pet dog, a possession to be commanded by his young owner. As they left the Williams?s house, Emma was beaming with pride, while Travis hung his head in defeat. He knew now that this was his reality. He was resigned to his fate as Emma?s pet because he had no choice in the matter. Whether he fought it or not, he was Petunia the Poodle now and there was not a god damned thing he could do about it. ******* To Be Continued (Or not. Depending on whether this sinks or swims ************** Authors note. Long Time Lurker, First Time Author. Any feed back is appreciated, from style to genre to grammar to personal attacks, all are welcome. This is mostly a writing exercise to see if I have it in me to write something that?s halfway towards entertaining to at least someone else. I?ve tried to proof read this with many re-reads and edits and I apologise for any and all mistakes that are still lurking in there. I?m almost certain this is lacking a good editor to tidy it all up. No animals were harmed in the writing of this. A few were eaten however.