Horst looked at the pathetic sight of Jason holding up his arms in submission, begging for forgiveness. He would've felt sorry for the two teenagers if both didn't deserve at least some of what Vinnie told both he and Karl would soon happen.
Vinnie said he warned Ryan if he ever crossed him again, that it'll be Snake wearing him permanently. And if Snake became human and Ryan drank his cum then he'd turn back into Snake's jockstrap.
It was clear that hadn't happened since Ryan wasn't Snake's permanent jockstrap.
But knowing Vinnie, and Horst knew Vinnie was a jerk, he probably didn't tell Ryan that if Snake became human and pumped his cum into his ass then Snake would be wearing him as something that made him part of Snake.
"Hey, Ryan!" Horst shouted. "You hear me, Ryan? You should see what you look like. Oh good. You're alert, and you can move a little. The good news is you're definitely not Snake's jockstrap anymore. The bad news is you're going to be much closer to Jason than anyone else. That rubbery sensation you feel is your own skin, for now, and if it isn't yet, you'll soon feel it absorbing Snake's sweat from now on since dogs don't sweat, they have to pant to cool down so you'll be feeding on Snake's sweat instead of his cum. But don't worry, Snake's skin will still sweat, heavily I would think with you covering him. Once your skin absorbs enough of it, the two of you will start suffering the second part of Vinnie's punishment, as a real dog."
Ryan could hear Horst speaking, and he thought he raised his head a little from where it had flattened around the front and sides of Snake's throat, facing outwards, though he couldn't see and couldn't answer. He could feel that moisture already getting sucked inside his skin, sickened that it was Snake's sweat he was absorbing everywhere except his cock because that part of him was still stuffed inside Snake's mouth as a rubber penis-shaped gag.
He also knew his body was tightly wrapped around Snake, and Snake's cock was erect again still firmly buried inside his ass. Within seconds, Ryan was unable to move any body part on his own, and his body only moved whenever Snake's body moved.
Ryan could still feel everything, though. And Ryan could even smell and taste everything somehow, from the body odor at Snake's armpits, to the taste of his dirty feet, to even the odor of his hair and the heavy muskiness at his sweaty crotch and pubic hairs. It was as if Ryan's skin had also become an enormous mouth and sensitive nose.
"Did Vinnie say the type of dog they'd be?" Karl questioned, wondering if the hotel even allowed dogs. "I hope they're not some yappy little dog like a Chihuahua. A Pug would be funny with that cute pushed in wrinkly ugly face."
"Vinnie didn't say," Horst chuckled, "but I doubt it's gonna be a little dog. I'm sure he'll want another one like the guard dogs his dad already uses. He's got two Shepherds and a nasty Rottweiler already, so I don't know. Guess we'll need to just wait and see. Put that muzzle on him now, Karl. We wouldn't want him to bite us, or anyone when we're taking him to the van that'll be waiting for him out back. Vinnie said we can't keep him because he wants them for another guard dog at his house."
Karl nodded, and grabbed the muzzle from the supplies they bought, quickly fastening it around Snake's short rubber snout as he removed the rubber gag. He saw the rubber thing that had once been Ryan's cock flatten out and slide back up and over Snake's head as it retreated halfway down his back. "There. That'll stop him barking, too."
Unfortunately, Snake couldn't speak any longer. His mouth and tongue had undergone a change the moment that gag was in it, preventing him from even talking. And it was now getting more difficult to understand what Karl and Horst said to each other. Snake had blocked all these thoughts from Ryan, and wasn't willing to let Ryan know that, at least not yet. He'd been trying to think of how to get out of this mess, but he wasn't really sure what he could do to change it, if anything.
But Snake could still hear Ryan's thoughts, and enjoyed knowing Ryan felt sickened once he'd realized it was his skin absorbing Snake's sweat. Especially since it had been so long since he'd showered after getting trapped and turned into Ryan's tight thong. He'd convinced the muscular athlete to cut down on bathing and washing the past week, making Ryan hornier the longer he went without, and Ryan hadn't laundered Snake for quite some time, so both were now fairly pungent. That was fine with Snake, he liked forcing jocks to smell him, and he had grown stiff again knowing the jock was forced to smell a lot more of his body now.
Horst moved around where Snake was kneeling, facing the window, and said, "Okay, hold onto that leash, Karl. It looks like it might be starting."
Snake growled as bones inside his feet painfully cracked, his big toe curving slightly outward as both heels began to stretch. The larger big toe on each foot loudly snapped and drew backwards, forming an outwards hooked claw that slid through Ryan's rubber skin as his heels continued to lengthen. The other four toes on Snake's feet pulled inwards, short claws lengthening from his toenails as each lower leg crunched and shortened toward the knee as his upper legs grew thicker and muscles twisted and tightened, altered into leaner canine muscle being generated within both of his shortened thighs. His arms were rapidly changing, too, thinning and becoming the front legs of a dog as both hands had reshaped into the paws of a canine.
Ryan had felt his skin being pulled and stretched tighter around Snake's toes and feet, absorbing the moisture between their flesh inside his own skin when the unusual tingling sensations raced upward from his feet and legs where they had sealed snug around Snake's rapidly changing thin legs. Ryan realized that it was hair he had felt from the strange tingle, the shorter thicker hairs of a canine's pelt being formed and sprouting from out of his own tighter and stranger new skin.
Snake's legs pushed his hips upward in a standing position, cracking and rearranging his pelvis, knees, and legs and pulling muscles into new position and the more suitable form of the much leaner canine he felt himself now getting slowly turned into. Ryan's rubber penis had already slid out of his mouth with a mouthful of drool behind it, sliding up and over Snake's head and down his sweaty back and newly thickened ridged and bumpier spine, settling, it seemed, just above his ass crack.
Ryan swelled with an erection from the moisture his cock was pulled down through, and groaned as his cock curved upward and formed a bizarre knob like bulge filled with bone attached to Snake. His scrotum was compressed up against Snake's scrotum, and the flesh of his sack encased the heavier sack, absorbing its oily sweat and pulling upward around Snake's groin and abdomen as though shaping something with an unusual connection to him. Ryan suddenly realized that his erection had become the bony extension of Snake's spine as it began to wag like a canine tail. Ryan groaned as the flesh around the base of his cock formed a tight hairy ring around Snake's anus, opening with a hole to form what was now their shared canine rectum. And then Ryan realized that stretching length of flesh of his scrotum had formed Snake's canine sheath, groaning with pain as their balls began somehow merging into one pair of canine balls and sack as Snake's stiffened penis slid inside their newly created canine sheath. And now he could feel Snake's cock changing, and even swelling harder inside what had been his scrotum, making him aroused, too.
"Oh cool," Karl stated, watching Snake's lighter brown hair sprouting through the thin coating that was Ryan's flesh. "It looks like their going to be a Dobermann, Horst. See that? It even has Snake's hair color as the brown pelt, and Ryan's as the black."
Horst chuckled. "Wow. Vinnie figured out a way to merge them. I wonder if they'll be able to ever split apart."
"Probably not, Horst," Karl said, shaking his head. "Vinnie said it would be permanent, didn't he? Unless Vinnie has a change of heart, they might be stuck like that."
As Snake's skull crunched and flattened, his face sprouting a thin pelt that was both his own and Ryan's hair, it shaped into a Dobermann Pincher's skull, his brain also adopted the thinking of a canine. And although it was filled with the thoughts of a canine, both his and Ryan's human thought remained, and he still understood them. But that human part screaming in defeat couldn't stop him from wanting to do what their canine part wanted. And flopping down on his side, Snake tried lapping at the swollen sheath and stiffness between his legs as the slick red canine erection slid out the black flesh of their warm canine sheath, leaking canine cum. With a muzzle on his snout, Snake couldn't stretch his tongue out long enough to taste the juicy red canine cock, and growled in anger.
"Guess we should get him to the alley, Karl," Horst said, grabbing the leash. "Time to go meet the other guard dogs you're both going to be spending a lot more time with, boys. I've heard Vinnie's turned a few others into his guard dogs."
"Yup," Karl said, "And I heard the mean Rottweiler mounts all their dogs, sort of teaches them who's the alpha dog all the time. I don't know who the other dogs are, but I heard the mean Rottweiler was..."