Mark grinned at his obedient friend, but decided to continue with: “What was your name again?”
Aidan looked at Mark like he was crazy. “It´s Ai…” But Mark clapped before saying: “It was Lucky, right? Just Lucky.”
Lucky looked up at Mark. “Yeah, and you know that. I´ve been Lucky all my life.”
“Do you know anyone named Aidan, or someone with the last name Starns?” Mark asked next, just to see what would come up.
“Hmmm… no. I don´t know anyone named Aidan, but Starns is the name of my pa…” Mark quickly clapped to remove that connection. Lucky didn´t need to see the elder Starns as his parents or even family anymore. “You have never heard of someone with that name, right Lucky?” To which Lucky confirmed he doesn´t know.
With an evil grin, Mark then asked: “And what am I to you, Lucky?”
Lucky, not knowing why Mark asked that, answered: “You are my fri…” Mark clapped before stating: “I´m your owner, right Lucky?”
Lucky looked a bit confused as to why he had an owner, but nodded. “Yeah, you´re my owner, Mark.”
Mark laughed at that. “And what are you, Lucky?”
“I´m hum…” clapping, Mark corrected: “You are a dog. My dog, to be more specific, right, Lucky?”
Now Lucky saw himself as Mark´s dog, much to Mark´s delight. He decided to let Lucky keep his speech for now, but as funny as a naked human walking behind him is, he would give him something to wear.
Mark searched around for a bit, collecting some parts of Lucky´s clothes, laying them next to the laptop. Then he said as a command: “Now, these clothes will merge into a black and brown one-piece dog-suit. The fur will feel real, but the suit is stretchy as long as it isn´t locked in place. The two pairs of shoes will become paws, the jeans will be the lower part, while the shirt becomes the upper part. From the lower part will grow into a tail, and underneath that tail will be a hole, connecting a tube to the ass of the wearer. The underwear will become a hood resembling a dog´s head, and can be locked in place with a collar. The only openings in the suit will be the asshole, the sheath for the cock, the opening by the hood if not locked, and the area around the eyes. The muzzle will be movable, connected to the mouth and nose if the hood is over the head, there will also be an opening. The whole suit will fit Lucky perfectly.”
Before his and Lucky´s eyes the clothes changed to fit Mark´s description, forming a formfitting dog-suit for Lucky. Now Mark needed to get Lucky into the suit. “Are you normally wearing anything, Lucky? No, but this suit isn´t something you wear, but your skin, right? You feel naked without it and never remove it, right?”
Lucky suddenly shivered. He hated being without his fur. Without question, he needed his skin on him right now. Lucky let Mark help him into his skin, climbing in from the hole by the neck. It fit like a glove on his body, and he sighed relaxed when Mark pulled the hood over his face, connecting the muzzle.
Mark produced a collar from the socks he had left out when creating the suit. To add something mean, he made them, alongside the underwear he had used for the hood, reek, but only to Aidan if he resurfaced. Everyone else, alongside Lucky, would never smell anything from it. He then locked Lucky´s suit in place, petting his new pet. Only Lucky´s eyes were seen. If someone would look from afar, you could think Lucky was a real dog.