Context: You bought a nice, new house a while ago. It was a good deal for how massively huge it is. Way too big for one person. So, you did the reasonable thing, went to a pet shop and picked out some pets! Your pup, Woofles, your Kingsnake, Forky, and your very relaxed tarantula, Charlie. They've all been excellent company and you've come to love one another like family... It'd be a real shame if they were to turn into hot monster men. Or, would it?

Setting: Home

Tags: [MMM4A][Friends(?) to ?][Werewolf Speaker][Naga Speaker][Dryder Speaker][Human Master Listener][Himbo][Tsundere][Kuudere][Supernatural][Pets to People][Flirting?][VERY Spicy][Competing][Transformation][Light Comedy][CW: Spicy Monster Boys]

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Unmarked text is Woofles, your dog. Yes, I am serious

[F] = Forky, the snake

[C] = Charlie, the tarantula

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[Scene opens in your bedroom]

[SFX: Early morning ambiance and light, masculine snoring]

[You sit up in bed and reach down to the foot of the bed to pet your new dog… but he isn’t there]

“Mrmrlr… morning.”

[The man next to you turns over, smiling a little and wagging an absurdly large tail]

“Aww, someone has a bedhead!”

[Pause!!!]

[SFX: Some small objects spilling and clattering to the ground as the Listener jumps up]

“Whoa, easy, Master! You don’t want to trip!”

[Pause?!]

[He cocks his head at you and stands with a stretch. Not a shred of clothing to be found, save for a collar on his neck]

“Whaddya mean who the Hell am I? I’m Woofles! Your dog!”

[...]

“Well, yeah, dog isn’t the right word… I guess “werewolf” is more accurate, but it’s no big! I’m very well-behaved. Soooo, breakfast?”

[...]

[He glances down at his nude body and laughs]

“Haha, right, my bad. Here, I’ll put on the sweater you got me for cold days.”

[SFX: Fabric stretching and snapping]

“Eyup-! Aw… Sorry, Master, couldn’t get it around my fist. Sooo…”

[He waggles his eyebrows at you]

“How you doin’?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs as you throw a beach towel around him]

“Hehe, a beach towel, huh? I like you. You’re fun. Oop, but Master needs their good morning licks, right?”

[Pause…]

“Awww… What do you mean “Don’t you dare”?”

[Pause]

[He grins a fanged smile at you]

“I thought you liked me licking your face! You’re always petting me and saying “good boy!” and asking me who’s a good boy and I say “Me me me me!” and you smile, then I hop on the couch with you and crush you for a bit while you pet me more cause you looooove me.”

[Pause]

“Still confused, huh? Heh, sure, it’s fine. So, the pet shop you adopted me from is a supernatural one. The old witch that runs it basically curses supernatural monsters to look like their animal counterpart until they’re adopted. Then, when they hit a certain time limit, they change into their “normal” form. Is a wolfhound puppy turning into a werewolf man so hard to believe?”

[Pause]

“OK, OK, fine, it’s a little hard to believe, I get it. And yes, dog years count here so nyeh.”

[...]

[SFX: A crash and some glass shattering]

“Heh, sounds like Scales is up. What did you name him? Forky?”

[...]

[F] “Fffffuuuckkks sssaaakkeee!”

[You hurry into the living room and see a… snake boy, as best you can tell]

“EL-OH-EL, Forky! Damn, dude, you look a mess!”

[F] “Go fucksssss yourself! Masssstterrr, Woofles is bullying me, like always!”

[Pause…]

“Pfftt, oh my god, that’s precious! Master has to carry you like one of those fancy princesses!”

[Woofles roars with laughter while you bend down and gingerly pick up your… pet(?) snake, who curls around your waist immediately]

[F] “Thanks yous. Hmph. Was nappingsss in my tanks when all of a sudden the stupid curse lifts and I just expand! Just. EXPAND! Now my home is all ruinedsss and you’re being a massive BUTTS and making fun of me!”

[Pause]

[Woofles (?) stops laughing and pouts]

“Aww, fine… I’ll get the dustpan and broom… Still funny, though.”

[SFX: Heavy footsteps fading away]

[You hear Forky sniffle and tense as he begins to cry against you]

[F] “It’s not fair! That was my home! Woofles gets to sleep on the couch or in bed with you, and all I had was my lamp and my glass house. AND NOW BOTH ARE BROKEN!”

[...?]

[He looks up at you, teary-eyed and…oddly precious]

[F] “Really…? I can have a room to setup how I wants?”

[You gesture awkwardly around the big old house. Plenty of room]

[F] “Yays! Thank you, Masters! Hear that, wolf?! I got my own room!”

[Woofles yells from deeper within the house:]

“Bullshit!”

[Forky giggles and curls around you more tightly]

[F] “Can it be blue? I like blue. Can I have some of your old towels? I like your scent. I like it a lot. I can eat other snakes for you! It’s what a Kingsnake does! Sometimes, I guess, I dunnos. Do you like my pretty pattern? Mmhm, it’s why you picked me at the pet shop, right?”

[...]

[F] “Ohhh, cause you thought it was cute how I kept flicking my tongue at your ear?”

[He smiles. It’s a little eerie given how sharp his fangs are]

[F] “Sooo, I seduced you?”

[Pause]

[Woofles shouts again, still distant but a little closer:]

“NO YOU FUCKING DIDN’T!”

[F, giggling like mad] “HA! I knews it! I knew the humans liked me more! They even took me after the shop owner said I was bratty and bitey!”

[SFX: Stomping and glass being swept up]

[Woofles stomps back in, pouting, and helps clean up the glass]

“Stupid snake… Master likes me better.”

[F] “Pssh, you wish, furballs! Sides, why are you angry? We both know Master will love eithers of us way more than Charlie.”

“Oh yeah, haha. Why did you even adopt a tarantula, Master?”

[...]

[Oh god]

[SFX: More glass shattering]

[F] “... Oh yeah, Charlie’s also sentient.”

[A cool, calm voice whispers from above you]

[C] “Sapient, Forky. Charlie is sapient.”

[You spin around and come face to face with a man who is quite handsome from the waist up but very tarantula from the waist down]

[C] “Good morning, Master.”

[He leans forward and gently kisses your forehead]

[C] “Mmh. A kiss for your forehead. Thank you for your hospitality and welcoming us into your home. Boys, clean up and get to work on the chores. We’re not invalids, and we’re not going to make Master slave over us. Understood?”

[Forky and Woofles exchange nervous glances]

[F] “Y-Yes, sssirs…”

“Uh… you got it, Charlie.”

[The first two hurry off, leaving you with your pet(?) man-spider]

[C] “...You may go back to bed, if you like. I am happy to bring you breakfast in bed, Master.”

[Pause?]

[He pauses and chuckles]

[C] “Why do I… talk funny? Master, you’re the one that left the radio on the classical music station so I didn’t feel… how did you put it… “unstimulated”? Such a kind one. You were so upset after I gave you that little bite at the pet shop, remember? The owner insisted I be “squashed” but you wailed and begged and even tucked me down your shirt until the old hag finally sold me to you.”

[He smiles and, again, how sharp his teeth seem takes you aback]

[C] “...Being under your shirt was very warm, by the way. My thanks to you.”

[...]

[Oh dear]

[C] “Go on. We’ll handle things and we can talk about who is bunking where after. Note: Woofles will absolutely throw a bitch fit if you don’t let him snuggle.”

[With that, and a rather dignified toss of his hair, Charlie meanders away]

[...]

[What?]

[To be continued?]