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Tails from Arkland #1

A Slave's Tale

In the 21st century the Deluge collapsed the civilized world causing humanity to suffer great losses and

almost wiping them out. In the years that followed one man attempted to finish what the Great Deluge

did not. He was called Lupin Amora. In order to carry out the extermination of the human race, Lupin

first lulled us into a sense of dependency, providing aid and jobs through his global company AMORA

INDUSTRIES. Once he had us firmly lulled into compliancy, he began experimenting on us, changing us

from humans into unholy furry creatures which he based on in his own disfigured image. It turned out

that Lupin Amora was more than just a simple man. He had unnatural powers that allowed him to do

things that no one else could. His reasoning for the experimentation was that humanity had failed the

planet, that it was due to human hubris and greed that the Deluge had happened in the first place. He

claimed that if there was to be a planet in the future humanity could not be in charge of it and it was

time for humanity to step aside and let a better species take control.

Luckily there were humans who saw Lupin for the evil that he was and fought back. The greatest of

these humans was Mr. Smith. A former CIA operative, he attempted a strike at the heart of Lupin

Amora's power, the mysterious floating island called Arkland. His goal was to eliminate Lupin before his

evil could spread. Unfortunately his attempt failed. In the decades since Mr. Smith's heroic attempt the

furrie's evil has spread across the world, consuming humanity as it goes. Over half of the world's

population is now furred, feathered or scaled and every day humanity slips ever closer to extinction.

This is where my story begins. I am part of the Smithsonians, The force that is fighting to restore

humanity back to the dominant species on the planet. Our job is to protect humanity, its culture and

save people from the evils of Lupin Amora. Backed by the nations of Eden and Alpsia we are at war with

Arkland and its mainland settlements.

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"John, come in."

"Sir, yes Sir." I say coming to parade rest in front of my commander's desk

"We have Intel that a bunch of Fidos (Arklandians based on K9 DNA) are raiding settlements in Alpsia.

They are taking people captive and destroying the settlements. So far they have hit Peakton and

Snowsville. I need you and your unit to air jump in, locate the captives, and take out the Fidos. Intel has

them based here." My commander said pointing to a spot southwest of the two towns on the map. "We

will airdrop you 5 klicks north here so you can have the element of surprise." He said moving his finger

on the map. "Any question?"

"No Sir." I said

"Good. Good luck soldier. Dismissed."

"Piece of cake Sir." I said saluting not knowing how wrong I would be.

Peakton and Snowsville were on the boarder of the recently formed nation of Alpsia and the wild lands as they were known. After Mr. Smith's heroic attempt at Lupin Amora the world was introduced to the evil creature by means of a media broadcast and was given a choice. Join his race by undergoing a painful and blasphemous transformation or stay human and live under the rule of Arkland. Some humans chose the transformation but many chose to fight back. Riots broke out immediately in every remaining city after the broadcast and humanity was ready to declare war against Arkland within a month. Problem was that the Deluge and the ensuing aftermath had left humanity ill prepared to fight a war. Most of humanity depended on AMORA INDSUTRIES for their daily needs and so only the hardiest of humanity were willing to sacrifice to fight the evil Lupin Amora. It took a further year for humanity to sort itself into the various factions around the planet but eventually Eden was founded in what were once China, Mongolia and Russia. With old manufacturing infrastructure and natural resources still available they began to prepare for war. Two years later they launched an attack against any mainland Arklandians, who had already began to colonize the mainland, driving them out of what remained of the eastern hemisphere. Although the Arklandians were outnumbered their new abilities and AMORA technology allowed them to hold their own after the initial attacks. The decades that followed were bloody ones seeing neither significant gains nor losses in territory on either side but accomplished in driving the wedge between humans and Arklandians deeper until the world was split into two zones. The zones controlled by humanity and the zones controlled by Arklandians. One of these new zones was Alpsia and only its formation was of note during this period of violence. It was the lands that were hard won by Eden in the early days of the war and consisted of area surrounding the Alps mountains.

The mission fubared right from the get go. High gusty winds fucked up our air drop causing my unit to be scattered when they landed. On top of that there were not only Fidos in the area but also Mushus (Arklandians that were created to resemble mythical western dragons). Within moments of the drop the Mushus were all over us lighting up the sky and giving away out element of surprise. Within minutes we were wiped out. The Fidos arrived a few minutes later and took over from the Mushus, stripping us of our gear and clothing until we were naked except for our boots. The injured of my unit were slung over the shoulders of the Fidos and we were marched to their camp in a column with the Fidos pacing us on either side. I counted 6 of my unit missing and another 5 injured meaning that in a matter of a few minutes I had lost almost half of the unit. Once we arrived at the camp we were separated, the injured being taken away, the rest of us being herded into a chain link fence enclosure inside of a large tent. The enclosures was already half full with some of the captured townspeople who were also naked except for their footwear and were clustered together for warmth.

Less than a half hour later some Fidos came and ordered myself and my unit to come with them. Of course we didn't comply, which resulted in us being forcibly removed from the cage and beaten in the process. With my body aching and bruises beginning to form I was quickly marched across to a shipping container and thrown into a strange looking chair machine that looked similar to an old school salon hair dryers. Quickly I was restrained and the head piece was pulled down leaving me in darkness. Suddenly

there was a hum of electricity and a flash of light in front of my eyes. The light then began forming into an image. Before I could even recognise what the image was it was replaced by another. On and on these images went flashing before my eye but not staying long enough for me to process them. I began to wonder if this was some form of torture but really there was nothing painful about this other than the slight headache that was beginning to form. Suddenly the images stopped and the helmet ascended leaving me blinking and dazed. I was quickly released from the chair by the same Fido and led back to the holding cage, gathering a few more bruises from my jailor along the way. Over the next hour or so the rest of my unit was returned to the cage in a similar manner.

Once everyone had returned we planned to all gathered together and determine our next move, but the Fidos had other plans. Not long after the last of my unit was escorted back to the enclosure different Fidos appeared and led the entire enclosure to a washing tent where we were ordered to clean up as well as empty ourselves. The tent had shower heads spaced evenly among the top ridges of the aluminum frame that formed the roof and two ditches dug into the ground along the side of the tent frame. A plastic floor that sloped slightly too either side finished off the tent construction The townspeople (already having been here a few days) took off their footwear and began doing their business in the ditch before heading to the middle section of the tent. A few seconds later the shower heads began spraying cold water out of them. The townspeople had already learned that it was better to follow the Fido's orders, a lesson that I and my unit had yet to learn. Defiantly we stood, arms crossed, silently challenging the Fidos. Seeing our challenge for what it was the Fidos quickly sprang into action. Donning rubber aprons and gloves (Arklandians had adopted a policy of nudity unless absolutely necessary) they advanced on us and restrained each of our hands with a set of manacles before pushing us under the cold water. The tent frame had cleverly built in hooks all along its central frame just under the shower heads so that if need be a defiant captive could be hung from the hooks and be cleaned. I was subjected to such a cleaning as were the rest of my unit. Hanging by our wrists like slabs of meat we were scrubbed front and back using course rags and sponges until our bodies were red and our throats horse from screaming. Some of my unit even ended up pissing and shitting themselves under this treatment which I would soon learn was a fortunate event because it was the only time we were going to have the use of washroom facilities in quite some time.

After our cleaning we were once again led back to our enclosure and left to air dry. It was during this time that we interviewed the townspeople and learned that the townspeople in our enclosure were just a small part of the group that had been captured and they did not know where the others were being held. Furthermore they had only been here for a few days and had no information on what the camp looked like or how things worked other than the schedule that they had been subjected to already and what could be viewed on their march to the washing tent and the shipping container with the weird chair machine in it. The only other information they could tell us was the feeding times although there were a couple of men that gave me looks that said they had more to say just not now.

Since this was already information that I had either gathered on my own trips around the camp or had expected to hear anyways I thanked the townspeople and called the remainder of my unit together to start planning, signaling the men who wanted to speak more to join us. I hadn't even gotten three words

out of my mouth when the Fidos showed up again and ordered the entire enclosure to form up into a single file column. Of course my unit and I refused.

After collecting more bruises from the Fidos our hands and feet were restrained together with manacles and we were shoved to the back of the column clinking as we walked. The townspeople, who had complied with the Fido's orders, were left unrestrained. Once our defiance had been dealt with we were marched out of the tent and across the compound to yet another shipping container where we were ordered to stop. Swaying slightly to my left, I looked down the column and saw another Fido coming down the column. This one was female and it would stop at each captive, hold up what looked to be a small box up to the captive's eyes, then write something on the captive's forehead in grease pencil. Whatever the box thing did it didn't seem painful but I still decided to resist once it was my turn to undergo the procedure. For my troubles I ended up with more bruises, courtesy of one of the male Fidos patrolling the column, but also the satisfaction that I was making the female Fido's job just a little bit harder. The box it turned out flashed light into my eyes similar to when the chair machine had first started up so not painful at all just annoying. Whatever it did though corresponded with what was written on my forehead as the Fido checked a readout on the back of the box before writing on me. With that done it moved onto the next member of my unit.

Once the Fido was done it's scanning the column began to move again. Taking a peek once more I could see the townspeople enter the shipping container for a few minutes then being led off by Fidos one at a time at the other end of the container. When it was my turn to enter the container I was greeted by blinding white lights and cameras mounted at every angle before the doors to the container were closed. Minutes went by as I stood naked in the container hearing the various cameras whirling and focusing. Eventually the doors on the opposite side of the container opened and I was ordered by another Fido out of the container (this time a male). From there he marched me to another tent holding what looked to be steel shipping boxes. They were four feet by four feet and stood two feet tall. They were made out of a grey looking metal and had small holes in each side. It was also then that I noticed that the townspeople that were ahead of me in the column were being forced inside of these boxes and a sturdy metal lid was being clamped onto the top. Suddenly everything began to made sense. The numbers, the cameras, the scanning box, it all boiled down to one conclusion. I had just been auctioned off.

Fighting as much as my manacles would allow I managed to catch the male Fido in his muzzle before I was crammed into one of the boxes as well. Before the lid was clamped on I received a quick succession of punches to my gut and sides for the love tap I had given to the Fido, sorta a parting gift for all the trouble I had been. Fighting through the pain I began testing the limits of my cage by hammering my feet and fists against the sides. When this didn't produce any results I shifted my position as much as the box would allow and tried again. As I attempted to escape I kept my ears open and senses alert and was rewarded by the sounds of the other members of my unit fighting the Fidos before they too were shoved into their boxes. From the sounds of things, each member of my unit received a few quick punches from the Fidos as parting gifts as well before being sealed into the shipping boxes. I could not have been prouder. Eventually everyone was boxed up and the Fidos began speaking to someone called Isaac. Straining my head, I tried to look out of one of the vent holes to see if I could see who this Isaac

was when all of a sudden my box began to move. There was a feeling of vertigo like when an elevator starts ascending and then I could see that my box was beginning to rise into the air. I also began to feel the air around my box warm slightly before a Fido stepped forward and pushed the box out of the tent. Somehow the Fido floated my box across the camp to what looked to be a helicopter landing zone. Sitting atop a standardized 20' shipping container was the weirdest helicopter I had ever seen. It had no tail or blades on it. I began to wonder if this was one of the enemies' mythical air transports. So far Eden hadn't been able to get their hands on one even after raiding AMORA INDUSTRIES depots decades earlier. When humanity had first risen up against the Arklandians all of the air transports at all the depots had mysteriously vanished overnight. It had maddened the resistance commanders to no end. I was sure the scientists back home would have loved to get under the hood of this contraption. Unfortunately I was in no position to get it for them.

The Fido kept pushing my box towards the shipping container and soon I was inside. Once I was situated where the Fido wanted me to be, he then began talking to the mysterious Isaac once more and I felt my box being lowered to the floor of the container. I began to suspect that either Isaac was not a real person or was controlling the slave boxes from somewhere remotely. Either way it was information that I hoped I would be able to pass on to humanity at some point in the future.

Over the course of half an hour more boxes just like mine were loaded. Soon enough I heard the shipping container doors creak closed and latched leaving us in darkness. Moments later I felt that sense of vertigo again. Apparently whatever powered these transports didn't require a combustion engine or it was very well insulated. Calling out into the darkness I discovered that only three of my unit (including myself) were in this container. Not enough to fight even if we could get out of the boxes.

Time in the shipping container was hard to judge. With no light or sounds other than what was coming from the other boxes it was hard to keep track of just how long we spent in transport. At the beginning of the trip there was a lot of crying and weeping as the realities of what just happened hit home. There were thirteen of us in all. Three from my unit, a family of four from Snowsville (mother, daughter, father and son), and three females and three males from Peakstown who were unrelated but knew one another distantly. I heard each of their stories as we were transported to god know where.

Over the years, there were some humans and Arklandians who tried to heal the rifts between the two species, but with more and more atrocities committed by both sides towards one another, the status quo never changed. Over time slave ownership of humans became the norm for Arklandians citizens and Arklandian's furs and hides became a lucrative business in Eden and Alpsia. Only the brave or foolish dared to enter the territories of the other in order to hunt an unsuspecting Arklandian for their furs or enslave a village to sell as slaves. This is what had happened to Peaktown and Snowsville.

A few groups of Fidos and Mushus banded together and crossed the border during one of the many snowstorms that Alpsia constantly had. This allowed them to slip under the early warning systems that had been erected on the boarder and take out some of the air defense and some of the guard placements leaving a gap in the border. Once that had been accomplished they signalled the Mushus and hastily set up a camp. This information had been passed down to the townspeople by the first set of

soldiers who knew that Eden would send a rescue unit to repel the slavers. It was also the information the men wanted to tell me in the chain link enclosure. The border guards knew that slavers moved quickly, only attempting one or two villages before fading back across the border. They knew that they would not be rescued in time, but that the information was very valuable to Eden and Alpsia's defenses, so they told the villagers and made them promise to pass it on. Unfortunately I had failed in the rescue and now that information would never reach Eden. After securing their position the Fidos raided Peaktown and Snowsville just before sunset so that they could get the maximum number of slaves.

Peakstown was a mining town providing iron ore, coal and various other minerals for Eden and Alpsia. Even though it was a border town it had natural defenses due to the massively high mountain peaks that surrounded it and the lone narrow road that led to it. A militia was able to defend the town on that road easily and if needed and the whole town could fall back into the catacombs of mines until help came as a last ditch effort. It was only the snow storm that had negated those defensive plans and allowed the Fidos to walk right in. In fact the 6 who were in the container told me that they didn't even have any idea there was an attack until the Fidos burst into their houses and restrained them.

The Family from Snowsville were farmers. Despite its name Snowsville wasn't a village at all and didn't have any snow. It was actually located on an alpine meadow tucked away in a small valley that had its own microclimate and consisted of farms dotted along the meadow. The farmers were all related to one another and had chosen to farm as a collective rather than individuals allowing them to work more land. Even though Snowsville was located at a high altitude, it was agriculturally viable land and deemed highly valuable. The farms produced wheat, root vegetables and barley as well as meat and milk all which were in high demand in Eden and Alpsia. Because the Deluge had flooded so much arable land with water, any arable lands left were very valuable no matter the location. In order to get the highest yields possible from the farmland, the farmers had decided to build the buildings of Snowsville on non arable lands such as glacial boulders or rock outcroppings surrounding the fields giving the community a spaced out design.

With Mushus providing aerial support the Fidos had simply went from one house to the other capturing the farmers and relaying on the Mushus to intercept anyone that tried to flee across the open fields. With hunters in the sky, the fleeing humans had no chance and were rounded up then herded back to the Fidos.

I was saddened by their stories and wished that I could do something but I was just as incapacitated as they were. If I had known about the Mushus we could have brought air support with us and probably saved these people. Now they were destined for a life of slavery to a Fluff (derogatory term for Arklandians)... as was I.

After what seemed like days we all felt the shipping container begin to descend. At this point my legs were cramping and my bladder was uncomfortably full. If I didn't get to a washroom soon I was just going to have to face the enviable. Coupled with that was the fact that I had been beaten repeatedly at the camp and my body kept letting me know that it was very much displeased with the current situation.

When the doors were finally opened, the sunlight streamed in through the small air holes in our boxes, dazzling all of our vision and causing a few of the townspeople cried out. When my vision cleared I tried to see what was going on but being loaded first my view was restricted by the slave box in front of me and I could not see what kinds of Fluff entered the container. I did hear them talking to Isaac once again and once again the slave boxes began to float. This confirmed my suspicions that Isaac was not a real person but some sort of computer program that controlled the slave boxes ability to float. Grabbing the nearest one the Fluff steered it out of the container. Since I was the first loaded, I was the last to get unloaded and therefore did not see what was done with the other people. Isolated now from any of my unit my box was quickly steered off the landing pad and into a building. There I was left floating for a minute as a couple of Fluffs (still not sure what they were but I could tell they were not Fidos) consulted with one another over my box before I was floated over to a corner and lowered back to earth. A short time later I felt my magical box begin lifting into the air again and saw a different fluff coming towards me. This fluff was a MLP (derogatory name for Arklandians with horse DNA) and a big one at that. I could defiantly tell he was male and despite my hatred of all Arklandians and all of the jokes that were told in the corps about MLP's, I had to admit this guy was packing. Quickly he steered my box down a hallway and out a set of double doors which led to a waiting horse drawn wagon of sorts. Since the Deluge petroleum was one of the hardest commodities to come by so most of the world had reverted back to non petroleum means of transport. That meant that in Eden bicycles were the main form of transportation. When it came to heavier loads or bulky loads though, animals and wagons were used. Only the military and government were allowed petroleum fueled vehicles to transport and they were rarely used. The wagons in Eden were based on the classic design consisting of two or four wheels and the animals hitched to the front. This wagon had no wheels and floated just like my box. Worst of all though was what was hitched to the front. Instead of using pack animals like we did in Eden and Alpsia the fluffs were using humans. Because of my limited view through the air holes I couldn't make out a lot of details but I did see that the creature pulling the floating wagon was a human being and they were harnessed to the wagon much like pack animals were in Eden. My view as cut short though as the MLP steered me to the back of the wagon and loaded me up. There was already other cargo in the bed of the wagon but I seemed to be the only slave box. The rest consisted of shipping pallets of goods ranging from food to unidentifiable pieces if tech. Once my box was lowered onto the floating wagon the MLP threw a large tarp over all the cargo and secured it tightly causing my view of the world around me to be obstructed. I then heard him hop up into the front of the wagon and then the sound of leather on flesh before I felt the wagon surge forward. Still trapped in my box with nothing to look at I shifted slightly trying to find a more comfortable position seething at the audacity of Fluffs using humans as pack animals. My anger was short lived though because my bladder reminded me that it was full and was going to take matters into its own hands before too long. Sighing I hoped that this would not be a long trip.

After the third stop and my box had not been unloaded my bladder had decided it was past time to empty. I had no choice but to endure my own golden shower it seemed. At least I managed to turn a bit before I let loose so that the liquid went away from me, but being trapped inside of a sealed four foot box with air holes located only near the top I was enviably covered in my own urine in a matter of seconds. It began to pool in the bottom of the box and, try as I might to stop the flow, my bladder was

having none of it. As the pool became a lake I at least felt the painful pressure I had been dealing with for hours leave my groin. It took another four stops before the tarp was thrown back and my box began lifting into the air once more. By this time my piss had cooled and had begun to smell rank. Trying to ignore the smell I cranked my head again so I could see out of the vent hole once more. The view that met me was that of a grey metal exterior of a building. It looked to be the same type of metal that the box I was in was built of. Entering through a set of double doors I was floated down a long hallway to what looked like an elevator. Nearing the elevator the doors sprang open automatically and I was floated into the biggest elevator I had ever seen. You could fit 5 elephants in it and still have room for more. My inspection of the elevator was interrupted by the MLP telling Isaac to go to the 5th floor and I began to wonder if Isaac was more than just a computer program. Quickly the doors closed and the elevator rose. Moments later the doors opened and the MLP floated me down another hallway. Stopping in front of what was obviously a door although it had no way of opening the MLP began talking to Isaac again. A few moments later the door slid open and I was floated into what seemed to be a lavish apartment. The MLP steered me into a sunken living room before telling Isaac to lower me and then started conversing with someone else in the room. The mysterious person thanked the MLP and then I heard the MLP clomp away and the door close.

The mysterious person walked over and I could see tan furry legs as it began undoing the clasps that held the lid to my box. Suddenly the top opened and I was blinded by light. Moving my manacled hands to my face it took a few moments to my eyes to adjust to the blinding light after being in relative darkness for so long. When my vision did clear I was met with the sight of a huge Fido standing over me. This one was modeled on Rottweiler DNA and was huge. In one of his paws he held the lid to the box but in the other was a sight that frightened me. Red shading to purple the Fido held his substantial K9 dick pointed at my head like a fleshy pistol. Grinning at me with a toothy smile that showed me his impressive K9 fangs the Fido spoke in a deep rich rumble.

"Welcome to your new home slave." He said before releasing a torrent of hot acrid K9 piss all over my head and body. He kept going until every inch of me was covered ensuring that he had marked me totally and absolutely. Shaking the last few drops of golden liquid from his veined cock he reapplied the lid to the slave box trapping me once again. Chuckling slightly I heard him pad away, his nails clicking on the hard surface of the floor as I was left to wallow in the stinking pool of piss he had created.

Trapped in the box as I was, I could feel the liquid sloshing around my body every time I moved slightly. The spray that had hit my head had dried onto my face and every time I licked my lips I tasted the salty taste. For hours I could hear the Fido pacing around the apartment going about this thing or that before he came back to the living room and flopped down onto the couch. Two loud thumps resonated on the lid of my box a few moments later causing the piss to ripple slightly around me. Then I began to hear a television. The program sounded like some sort of porn but the moans of lust were also accompanied by animalistic groan and growls. Soon I heard another sound, that of heavy breathing and flesh stroking flesh. Theses sounds were not coming from the television but rather almost above me. Putting two and two together I quickly surmised what the Fido was doing and let out a sound of disgust. The Fido responded by slamming the heel of one of his feet paws into the side of my box causing the whole box

to slid a few inches on the floor and creating the piss lake to slosh about around me. I was drenched in the foul liquid once more in a matter of seconds and let out a different cry of disgust.

"Quite slave!" The Fido growled following his first kick to the box with a second causing a repetition of events inside to occur inside.

"Soon enough YOU will be taking care of this. In fact I am going to train you in all sorts of things so you had better get used to the idea. It's all your kind is good for anyways." He growled continuing to pleasure himself.

After some time I heard him howl out in passion and heard what sounded like rain droplets hit the lid of my box even though I knew it was not rain. Spent the Fido stood up, shoving my box away from him as he did so and padded away from the living room. The foul liquid had almost settled back into a calm lake around me when the lights went out in the apartment and I was left to spend the night half submerged in cold stinking waste and darkness.

Sleep was slow to come but eventually I must have just passed out somehow because the next thing I knew I was being jarred awake by a loud thud against my box and the sloshing of cold acrid piss against my face. Sputtering I tried to move, to get away from the nasty liquid but my box only had so much space. In my haste I banged my head into the lid causing the Fido to snicker.

"Good morning Sunshine. Did you sleep well?" He asked sarcastically

I replied to his question with a few choice words sarcastically describing what a pleasant night I had in the company of such an accommodating Fido. This of course caused him to kick the box again.

"We'll see how cheeky you are after today Sunshine. I am sure me and Cal can teach you the proper way to use your smart mouth around here." he said as he opened up the lid.

Seeing this as an opportunity to fight back I readied myself to strike. As soon as the lid began to rise I stuck upwards propelling the lid into the Fido's face. Stunned he fell back a pace letting the lid drop. It clattered to the floor partially covering the box top again. Trying to move as quickly as I could I slithered out of the box onto the cold metal floor. I knew that if I had any chance at freedom I needed to get onto my feet as soon as possible but being cramped into the box for days had left my legs slow to respond to orders from my brain.

I had managed to get into a kneeling position before the Fido hit me. In that vulnerable position the savage right hook that struck my jaw was a bit overkill but did have the desired effect. My vision blurred and I felt all strength leave my body as a result of the impact. Crumpling to the cold metal floor I lost consinous.

"Well you said you wanted an unbroken one Ren." a voice said as a massive headache speared across my temples. "Maybe you bit off more that you can chew."

"Shut up Cal, I can handle one little skin bag. He just caught me off guard is all."

"Well you should have expected it. I mean he is military."

"Fuck off and come give me a hand with this shit. It takes 20 minutes to work so the sooner I get it applied the sooner we will be done."

"Just remember don't it let it touch your fur."

"I know that genius. Why the fuck do you think I am wearing all this fucking latex shit."

"Jeeze. Aren't you in a good mood today? I mean you call up your old buddy Cal to help you out with your new skin bag and then rag on him the entire time he is here? Nice. It's not like I didn't have other things that I could be doing right now you know."

"Yeah right. Like what? Chasing bitch tail in the hopes you would find on in season? You are as excited that I got a skin bag as the rest of the pack. Your tails giving you away again dumbass."

"Fuck! Fine you are right. The whole pack is excited that you nabbed a skin bag in that auction even if it isn't broken in yet. They have been talking nonstop about all the shit they are going to do to it once you bring it to the barracks."

"Just as long as they remember that it is still mine. I don't mind sharing but I did pay up for this piece of shit and I intend to keep it around for a long time. I mean these little pink fuckers are not cheap and are becoming harder and harder to get paws on these days. Even with the breeding program on Arkland it still takes years before they are ready to be shipped out."

"I'll remind the boys if they get carried away."

So the fucking Rottie Fido that bought me was a unit leader. This might be good news for me then. I thought. If I could get my hands on a weapon then I could kill these furry bastards and escape.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of cold gel being applied to my body which caused me to jerk in surprise giving away that I was awake. Opening my eyes I saw that I was in a shower and that the Rottie Fido had been joined by another one. This one's linage was that of a German Sheppard and was slightly less muscled than the massive Rottie. The Rottie was dressed in a latex apron and shoulder length latex gloves while the G-shep was just in his fur. He was carefully holding a gallon sized container mostly full of pinkish gel away from his body while the Rottie had the same gel on his latex covered paws. When the Rottie reached out with his gel laden paw towards me I tried to move backwards only to find that I was suspended in the shower by my manacled wrists once again. Gripping my body with his other paw the Rottie applied the pink gel to my chest rubbing it into my skin.

"Don't worry Sunshine." He said grinning at me as he slathered my body in the pink gel. "I am sure you are not going to enjoy what comes next but too bad."

It was then that I began to feel a chemical tingling from the gel on my chest that slowly began to burn. Gritting my teeth I endured the pain as the Rottie scooped more gel from the container and continued painting my body with it.

The gel it turned out was a hair removal cream and after 25 minutes the Rottie took pity on me and hosed me down with the shower head, careful to avoid splashing himself in the process. I was just grateful for the intense burning to stop and didn't even care when the Rottie remarked me with his urine after the shower. It seemed that markings would become a common thing for me and after hearing the conversation about being shared with his unit I surmised that he wanted to remind them that I was only on loan and that I belonged to him.

After dragging me out of the shower the Rottie stripped off his protective gear and I was shoved up onto a low pedestal surrounded by three floor length dressing mirrors similar to the ones you would find in a fine tailors shop. The mirrors provided an uninterrupted view of my front and sides and I could see that I was completely hairless. Even my eyebrows were gone. Suddenly a huge whirring motor started up from behind me and I was buffeted by a giant gust of warm air. Fighting the hurricane winds I turned and saw mounted to the ceiling was a massive squirrel cage fan. It quickly dried the Rottie's urine to my body sealing his scent onto me.

Once I was dry the Rottie grabbed me again and force me out of the bathroom while the G shep sealed the gel container and followed. They then proceeded to man handle me onto a large wooden coffee table made up of a cross section of an enormous tree that seemed hard mounted to the floor. Using my manacles as restraining points they tied me face up onto of the coffee table ensuring that my head was hanging over the edge.

"Ok Sunshine. Time for your first lesson." the Rottie said as he reached over to the couch and grabbed something out of a bag.

"Unlike your pathetic species, most of our females have breeding seasons and are only in heat at certain times. This is especially true of bitches. They are only interested in us males three or four times a year and it is fierce competition to get one of them into our bedrooms. Fortunately for us, you skin bags make an excellent substitute, yes even you male ones, so today Cal and I are going to teach you how to use that mouth of yours for more than just screaming or swearing at us."

Swiftly the big Rottie grabbed my nose and pinched it cutting off my air supply. Unconsciously I opened my mouth to breath and was greeted with a large ring being shoved inside of it. The ring was huge and spread my jaws open painfully before seating itself behind my teeth. Realizing what was about to happen I quickly tried to close my jaw but it was already too late. Attached to the ring were two straps which the Rottie quickly attached behind my head. With that done he began to fondle his sheath with his massive paw allowing his purplish red cock to grow. The G shep standing just off to my left was already hard and dripping, his cock a more of a red hue than the Rotties. His tail of course was whipping from side to side with excitement at what was to happen.

"Trust me Sunshine." He said lining up his veiny monster with my wide open mouth. "You will thank me for this training once the boys get a hold of you."

The two Fidos raped my mouth for the rest of the day, pumping their slimy watery fluids down my throat and into my stomach one after another. They humped like jack hammers not caring if I gagged, sputtered or even cried. My throat was on fire every time they forced their throbbing cocks into me, tearing and ripping at my esophagus as they derived their pleasure. It was evening before their lust was satisfied and I got a break.

"Ugh!!!"The G shep groaned as he deposited his final load of the day into my throat. "Fucckkk YEAHHHH!"

By this point my hairless head and face were covered in seminal fluids and mucus, sealing my eyes closed and dripping down my bald head to create a puddle on the metal floor.

"Huff!!!"The G shep said withdrawing his slime covered cock from my throat and flopping down beside the Rottie onto the couch.

"Thank you for inviting me over Ren. I really needed that."

"Well as Beta in the pack I figured you would be the best one to help me break the skin bag in." The Rottie said. "Being untrained as he is I figured I could use the help."

"No problem. It's not like I have been able to find a bitch anyways and we are stuck here until redeployment in the spring. Lots of time to train him up."

"True. With the causalities sustained in that last mission it is going to take a while to get some replacements. Who would have thought that the skin bags were smart enough to leave booby traps as they fled. Fucking smart of them to leave trail mines under piles of animal dung like that so we couldn't scent them. It was just a good thing that we were wearing that TRA armor."

"Fucking rights there. That shit saved my ass even if it is uncomfortable against the fur."

"I just don't understand why the skin bags were there in the first place. I mean the fucking ruins were underwater. What could be so important to them that they had to trapes through our territory to get it."

"Fuck if I know. That is something for command to figure out. In the mean time we have a skin bag of our own to play with and train up."

"To true. And what fun it will be."

The two Fidos then went silent, sitting there probably contemplating what other debasing acts they could perform on me. I had already come to the conclusion that like my mouth my ass was going to be an area of constant abuse and the next word confirmed my suspicions

"You gonna start him on anal training tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I was going to use plugs to open him up. According to Isaac that is how H.O.M.E. trains pleasure slaves."

"Yeah. No use tearing him up beyond repair. Like you said, skin bags are getting harder to come by. Still...."

"You have an idea?"

"Well I heard some of the females in D.R.A.F.T. talking and it seems that before they lay their first egg they use a training egg to stretch things out a bit so to speak. Might be fun to see a skin bag ovulate."

"Hmmm. That is an interesting idea. How does it work?"

"No idea but I sure Isaac can enlighten us."

"Not now. I don't want the skin bag to know. It is more fun when we surprise him with things."

"Ha ha ha. Like that custom made slave collar you were showing me?"

"Fuck... That's right. I still need to tag this skin bag and register him with H.O.M.E."

"Well no time like the present I suppose. I mean he ain't going anywhere."

"True. But H.O.M.E. wants a designation attached to him and I would rather not call him human #238957-14A. That is just too much of a mouthful every time I have to do anything official with him."

"Well you have been calling him Sunshine the entire time I have been here. Why not just go with that?"

"Come on Cal. That name is pretty feminine. It doesn't really inspire..... Actually you are right. That is the perfect name for a former male soldier skin bag. According to his F.R.E.U.D. scan he wasn't just a soldier either. He was a pack Alpha. It will probably be horribly demeaning for him to be called something so feminine after being in command of males like he was....which is why it is so perfect. Thanks Cal."

"No problem."

I heard the two Fidos moving and figured that they were leaving the couch to get whatever "Tag" I was required to wear as a slave. The Rottie's word confirmed this a few seconds later.

"Let me get his tag registered and then we can attach it to him."

"Mind if I clean him up a bit? My bladder is about ready to burst."

"Go ahead Cal. I'll remark him before I go to bed." The Rottie said laughing at his buddies joke.

"Thanks Ren. I have always wanted to do this to a skin bag."

The G shep then began undoing the ties holding my wrist and leg manacles to the coffee table and helped me stand. After being tied so long it took my legs a few moments to start functioning. Once the G

shep saw that I was able to support my own weight he wrapped one paw around my waist pulling me close to him and used his other paw to grab my shoulders and steered me back into the bathroom. Walking so close behind, I could feel his semi hard sheath pressing into my backside as he grinded it into my hairless butt cheeks with each step. Since my owner was distracted at the moment this G shep had decided that now would be a good time to take advantage of me. I could feel his moist disgusting cock hot dogging between my butt cheeks growing ever larger and larger as it made its way out of his furry sheath while we walked. By the time we had entered the bathroom he was no longer semi hard.

"Soon meat sack soon." He said humping my crack leaving it sticky with his pre before releasing his grip from around my waist and pushing me down to my knees.

Hearing him take a step back I braced myself for the impending torrent and realized that I was still wearing the ring gag. Frantically I tried to make this fact known to the G shep

Chuckling at my frantic behaviour the G shep smirked evilly and began unloading, showering me with hot golden K9 piss, aiming his stream more often than not at my open mouth. Sputtering from the flow I moved my head left and right fighting to escape the disgusting stream but the G shep was prepared for my attempts. I would just manage to evade the torrent and catch a mouthful of air when the G shep would retarget my open mouth and fill it full of the vile liquid once more. This game continued for several minutes until his stream slowed. By the time he was done I was half drowned in Fido urine and soaked once more. The golden K9 shower had dislodged some of the semi dried cum and mucus from my face and head but I was far from clean. Kneeling in the shower I could feel the slimy remains clinging stubbornly to my head and face as it tried to reharden. Reaching up I used my hands to clear my eyes of the sticky substance and saw the G shep smiling down at me.

"There's still a few drops left if you are still thirsty." He said smirking at me

I shot him the most murderous look I could muster given my position but he seemed to get my message

"Not exactly living up to your namesake are you Sunshine. Maybe I should suggest to Ren you should be called murderous storm cloud instead." He laughed

"My...Name... Is....John...You....Fucking.....Animal." I croaked out slowly through the gag trying to annunciate the words clearly so he would understand me.

The G shep lost his smirk at my reply and shot out his massive paw wrapping it around my neck. Picking me up without effort the shep brought me to within an inch of his muzzle, his eyes boring into mine.

"I don't give a FUCK what you use to be called skin bag." He growled through sneered lips. "You are a slave now and WE will call YOU whatever we want!"

He then tossed me onto the drying pedestal not caring how I landed. Luckily I did not hit any of the mirrors. Seconds later the big fan whirled to life and the warm wind engulfed me. Soon enough I was dry.

Once finished the G Shep painfully grabbed me again and marched me back out to the living room where the Rottie waited with a small circular object in his paw

"Have a good time?... Wait did you just...?" He asked Cal seeing us exit the bathroom and me still wearing the ring gag

"Yup. So that is something else you can train him in now that he has had a taste." The G shep replied answering the unasked question.

"Huh... I never even thought about that but it is pretty hot when you think about it."

"I thought that you were into that Ren?" The G shep asked surprised. "I mean with all the marking and such I just assumed."

"Well I never knew anyone who wanted to go that far so I didn't know. I guess I kinda am now though." The Rottie said surprising himself. "I suppose I will have to try it on Sunshine a few time and see if it really is for me."

"Don't be to surprised if he doesn't live up to his namesake when you do. The look he gave me afterwards could freeze a F.L.I. on the spot."

"Oh really?" The Rottie asked seemingly turned on by the G Sheps information. "Good to know. In the meantime let's get him fitted with his identification tag. It is getting late and we have a lot more training to do tomorrow."

"Ok. How do you want to do this then?"

"You just hold him Cal and I'll slip this on."

Quickly the G Shep moved to subdue me. Wrapping one furry arm around my chest and arms and the other around my waist he quickly picked me up then shuffled his leg around mine and clamped them closed with his strong thigh muscles. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to register the movements until both my arms and legs were pinned and all I could do was squirm slightly.

The Rottie then approached me with what looked like a child's metal wrist bracelet. It was only 1- 2 inches in diameter and about 3/4 of an inch thick. It was the same grey colored metal that everything else I had seen the fluffs use since I had been captured and I began to realize that this metal was unique to their race.

"Sunshine L.I.F.E. release. Authorization Ren Rotwiller." The Rottie said standing in front of me and the metal bracelet expanded another couple of inches in diameter seemingly like magic.

Reaching towards my groin I quickly understood that the bracelet was not a bracelet at all but rather a cock ring and that it would be going around my cock and balls if I didn't do something quickly. Using all my strength I twisted and turned trying to break the G-sheps hold on me and escape from these two sadistic Fidos before they enclosed my junk in a metal ring. I was fighting a losing battle though. The G

Shep was just too strong and despite my best efforts the Rottie had my balls and cock in his paw within seconds. Moments later he slipped my precious jewels through the ring followed by my cock.

"Sunshine L.I.F.E. lock. Authorization Ren Rotwiller" The Rottie said holding the ring in place as it began to shrink.

Slowly the diameter became smaller and smaller until the ring became snug around my package but not painfully tight. Beeping twice it stopped.

Releasing his hold on the ring the Rottie began to explain my new adornment as the weight caused my cock and balls to pull away from my body slightly.

"This is your L.I.F.E. It will identify you to any Arklandians as belonging to me. It will also monitor your health, location and inform me of anything that has happened to you. It will also open any door I allow you to open or log you into any piece of tech that I allow you to use. It also has build in corrective measures that I can control from my L.I.F.E. or Isaac can activate automatically if he deems you to be in violation of any protocols or rules. Most of these will be covered in a seminar I am required to instruct you in by H.O.M.E. but I can also program in special protocols and rules if I like. Basically you can't do anything without this thing knowing about it and in turn ME knowing about it so don't go getting any ideas."

"First thing first." The Rottie said motioning for the G- Shep to release me now that I was tagged.

"Since all you have had to eat today has been our spunk and all you have had to drink today is Cal's piss I suppose I should actually feed you if I want to keep you healthy. For the time being I am going to allow you access to C.O.O.K. for unlimited water. I will also add a caveat for 3 servings of slave meal per day when I am not able to feed you personally but I will only activate that if and when I need to. You also have unlimited use of the toilet and bidet and I suggest you keep yourself clean. Once you are able to take us in both your holes we will be using them as will the rest of my pack. Later I might add more freedoms to your L.I.F.E. but for now those are all you're getting."

Grabbing me by the scruff of my neck, the Rottie dragged me into a section of the apartment that I had not yet been to. It was a small tiled area with a strange looking microwave contraption sitting on the counter.

"This is C.O.O.K. He will read your L.I.F.E. when you walk up to him and a display will show you all the options you can pick to eat or drink from him. As you can see yours has not options right now while mine has all sorts."

Keeping a paw firmly on my neck the Rottie raised his wrist and for the first time I noticed he was wearing a metal bracelet.

"Isaac. Allow Sunshine L.I.F.E. access C.O.O.K. Menu options room temp water, carton container only. Authorization Ren Rotwiller." the Rottie said to the bracelet.

I now knew that Isaac was more than just a computer program. If everyone of the fluffs had this L.I.F.E. thing and Isaac controlled them all then he was a very powerful computer. Possibly even an AI although I had never heard of one that was able to carry out what must be millions of command every second simultaneously. My thoughts were interrupted by the Rottie's wrist bracelet acknowledging the command. Suddenly under my side of the touch screen menu on C.O.O.K appeared water.

"OK. Now press the water option." The Rottie instructed when the option appeared.

I did and the microwave lit up for a few seconds before going dark again. The Rottie then reach out and opened the door to the microwave and inside was a small box. It stood about the height of a pop can and only contained about 250ml of liquid and was shaped like a miniature carton of milk. This thing was so small and flimsy that if I did try to use it as a weapon it would just crumple. As if reading my thoughts I saw the Rottie smile and nod. Gesturing towards it he said.

"There you go Sunshine, fresh purified room temperature water. Enjoy." he said unbuckling the ring gag.

After removing the gag I took the carton from the microwave and opened it. Placing it to my lips I took a tiny sip suspiciously. Indeed it was fresh water and once I had confirmed that I chugged the entire carton down as quickly as possible hoping to remove the terrible taste of K9 cum and G- shep piss from my mouth. Once I had finished the Rottie chuckled and gestured for me to place the empty carton back into the microwave keeping his paw on my neck in case I decided to do anything stupid. After doing so he closed the door and the machine lit up again for a few seconds before returning to darkness. Curious I reached out and opened the door still expecting to see the carton, Instead I was met with just an empty microwave. Puzzled I closed and reopened the door again trying to figure out how the carton had disappeared. The Rottie stopped me as I attempted to close and open the door a third time.

"C.O.O.K. makes food and gets rid of the dirty stuff afterwards. That is all you have to know Sunshine." He said taking my hand off of the door handle with his massive paw. "Now let me make you some dinner." Using a built in search function the Rottie located Slave Meal on the touch display and pushed the option. C.O.O.K. whirled to life again for a few seconds and then dimmed. The Rottie opened the door once more and I saw what looked like a cardboard T.V. dinner tray full of grey looking slime. Ordering me to grab the tray the Rottie closed the door afterwards and made his own selection from C.O.O.K. Once he had his meal safely on the small counter beside C.O.O.K. he turned around and shouted at the G-shep.

"Cal. You want anything?"

"Nah. I should probably head out anyways. It is getting pretty late and I need to get back to the barracks before the rest of the pack destroys it. I'll grab some food there." The G shep said heading for the door.

"Alright buddy see you tomorrow. Look into those egg things for me though would ya?"

"Sure. No problem Ren." The G shep said as the door closed behind him.

With one paw holding his meal and the other still firmly gripping the back of my neck the Rottie led me back to the living room where he pushed me down to my knees in front of the tree slab coffee table. Once I was on the ground he placed his meal onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch.

"Bon appétit Sunshine." He said grabbing his own food and gesturing to the gelatinous grey mixture in the cardboard tray

With no utensils I reluctantly used my fingers to shovel a tiny bit of the slimy mixture into my mouth and gagged. It tasted just like the K9 cum I had just washed out of my mouth. Watching my reaction the Rottie chuckled again.

"H.O.M.E. likes to program the slave's meal by their owner's species flavors. They figured that since slaves will most likely be consuming a lot of their owner's cum then why not flavor the food to taste like that."

Livid at the inhuman food and treatment that I had suffered through since the disastrous rescue mission, I snapped. Grabbing the cardboard tray I flung it at the Rottie before springing to my feet and launching myself at him as well. The tray hit him first covering the Rottie's chest in grey slime and startling the Fido. I connected a few second later balling my fist and trying to swing them at the Rottie's head in a one two punch combo. Unfortunately I was still wearing the manacles from when I had been auctioned off so my punches were not very effective. Quickly I abandoned that line of attack and opted for a two handed downward hammer blow instead. As I raised my balled fists over my head intent on destroying this evil Fido, a strong electric shock shot through my body. Crying out in pain I was lost the momentum to continue my attack. With my body quaking and muscles jerking uncontrollably I attempted to reach towards my groin. This was the source of the painful shock that was coursing through my body and came from the dull metal ring the Rottie and fitted me with just minutes before.

"You fucking piece of shit!" The Rottie roared after he recovered from my surprise attack. Throwing my pain racked body off of himself he sprang off the couch. Fueled by anger and ready for combat, his body trembled slightly from adrenaline, allowing the gelatinous grey goo that was matting his chest fur to drip to the floor. I was still attempting to get my hands to my groin when I was thrown and landed hard, colliding partly with the wooden coffee table before crumpling to the floor beside the beast. Groaning I lay there as a few more bolts of electricity coursed through my body before they abruptly stopped. Before I was able to even breath again the Rottie pinned me to the floor with his massive footpaw. I could feel the rough paw pads and claws digging into my back as he increased the pressure grinding his paw into my body.

"I should FUCKING kill you, you useless skin bag!" He shouted angrily, his voice rumbling threateningly like an angry bear. "I knew an untrained slave would be difficult but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! YOU ARE A FUCKING SLAVE NOW! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE!"

"FUCK... YOU! I croaked out with the limited breath I could muster with the brute standing on my back.

"I...WILL...NEVER...BE...YOU'RE...SLAVE...... You...should....just....kill....me....now..."

I felt the pressure increase on my back driving what little air that was left out of my lungs as my retort fueled the anger in the Rottie even more. I could tell that he really wanted to just end me there and then and I welcomed it. I now knew that with this ring around my groin constantly monitoring my actions I would never get a chance to escape this Hell. Death was the only option left open to me and death would be preferable to a life of being throat fucked and ass raped by this fucking Fido. Closing my eyes I hoped that it was going to be quick.

"No... That is what you want." He said checking his anger and releasing the pressure on my back as I flinched expecting a death stroke. Reaching down he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck holding my face to the floor as he went into a kneeling position. Bringing his muzzle close to my head he looked intently into my eyes. Smirking he brought his muzzle close to my ear and whispered coldly.

"Nah. Death is too easy. It's what you want now that you understand that escape is not an option. Being used against you will by a species you despise day in and day out is a fate worse than death for you. You already long for this to end; you can feel your soul being destroyed, your humanity slipping away, your acceptance to your new position in life becoming normalized. You feel your resistance eroding away and crave the darkness to come and overtake you before you have nothing of yourself left. I can see it in your eyes Sunshine. You are scared that I am going to change you into something you don't want to become. You are right to be scared. I OWN you now. You are property now. I get to decide what happens to you. No matter how hard you try I will never every let you escape. If death is to embrace you it will be because I allowed it to happen. You are mine, mine to alter into whatever form I desire, mine to share with my friends, and mine to destroy if I feel like it. Remember this and accept it."

This Fido's cold words penetrated deep into my soul breaking it into pieces. I felt numb as me made his promise to never kill me, taking away the only escape route I had left. He was right, I knew that my future would be worse than death and the idea of being repeatedly used by him and his friends was soul crushing. I had no idea what exactly the Fido had planned but I knew that it would rob me of the man that I was. He would shape me into whatever being he desired me to be and there was nothing I could do about it to stop him. In my head I played out all sorts of horrendous futures that I could be subjected to by this Fido and began to weep. My new life was to be a bleak one as far as I was concerned and nothing I did or say would save me now. The Fido had made that crystal clear. With hope fading within me, I became numb, not even feeling the tears streaming down my cheeks.

The difference in approach towards my treatment began instantly apparent. I thought that I had been inhumanly treated already but worse was to come. To start with I was forced to clean up the remainder of my meal from the floor with my tongue. Ensuring that I licked up every speck, the Rottie used his massive rough footpaw to direct my head to each bit of spilled food and mashed my face into the floor until it was spotless. After that I was forced to clean the gelatinous slime out of the Fido's chest fur as he gripped the back of my neck squeezing painfully when he thought that I was taking too long or not doing a good enough job in my actions. This was of course was followed up by the marking the Rottie had promised to do to me that night. Taking a page out of the G-shep's book and forced the ring gag back into my mouth before buckling it tightly around my head making my jaw ache in pain. Dragging me to the bathroom he chained on my knees in the shower and filled my mouth full of his strong tasting foul

piss and left me there for the night. Covered with the Rottie's piss and unable to reach the gag with my hands, I attempted to use my tongue to dislodge the ring gag that was painfully keeping my mouth open.

The gag was still firmly lodged in-between my jaws when the morning had arrived and before the G shep showed up I was subjected to the Rottie strolling into the bathroom and once again used my mouth as a uninal. This time it was much worst though. With the piss being trapped in his bladder all night long the potency had had a chance to intensify. Amber in color and giving off a strong odor the Rottie's piss tasted strong and powerful. Filling my mouth to the brim he stopped mid stream and forced me to swallow it all down. Holding the heel of his paw over my mouth he pinched my nose closed by scissoring it between his first and second digits. Unable to breath I choked down the putrid liquid until my mouth was empty whereas the Rottie would start the whole process over again. Once finished relieving himself into me he sat down on the toilet and proceeded to shit. The smell that emanated from the metal toilet bowl was horrendous but what happened next was even more so. Before standing up and flushing the metal toilet the Rottie looked over at me and smirked evilly. Apparently during his morning constitution he had come up with a new degrading torture to inflict on me. Rising from the throne he approached me once again before turning around and backing towards me. Seeing where this was going I screamed out thrashing against my bonds. Using his powerful legs the Rottie went into a squat position with his freshly use hole inches from my face. Reaching back he engulfed the back of my head in one of his massive paws and pulled it forward the remaining distance. Fighting I was forced forward my open mouth being drawn towards the dirty hole before sealing around it. Sighing contently the Rottie then began to rub his ass back and forth over my mouth cleaning the remaining speks of shit off of his butt and depositing them into my open mouth.

"Tongue." He ordered after a few rubs and when I did not comply he increased the pressure on the back of my head until my nose was firmly wedged into his crack as well.

"Tongue!" He said more forcefully keeping my face secured in-between his furry cheeks.

With breath running out I complied. Even though I was prepared to die, and the Rottie was certainly giving me that option at the moment, I could not think of a worse death than suffocating on a Fido's ass. It was a moot point anyways as my body reacted on its own as my breath faded to dangerous levels.

Feeling my compliance the Rottie released his grip slightly so that I could breath once more and resumed his gyrations, using my face and tongue to clean his ass. When he was satisfied he released my head and stood up before strolling out of the bathroom leaving me with the taste of disgusting Rottie ass lingering on my tongue. From the plump sheath and purplish red tip half peeking out of his sheath when he exited I guessed he had enjoyed qualified his idea as a success and I began to fear that this might not be a one off thing.

He returned a few minutes later holding the cardboard tray that contained the slave sludge. After last night's incident and his change in demeanor towards me he simply dumped the gelatinous slimy food onto my face centering his pour in line with the ring gag. The glop instantly filled the open space to capacity and spilled down onto my chest as it pooled and overflowed out of my mouth. With the slimy

liquid filling my mouth so suddenly and the horrible taste invading my taste buds I choked and retched causing even more of the goo to go onto my body. Watching my reaction the Rottie gave a little shrug of indifference to my plight and left with the empty tray. In a matter of minutes the warm goo slowly cooling and slithering its way further down my body until it reached the shower floor. Wearing a combination of strong smelling morning piss and artificially created K9 cum I slumped down and began to cry. This was to be my life I thought glumly.

After some time had passed the G shep entered the bathroom and found me still covered in the now cold glop and strong smelling urine. The Rottie must have had told him of the change in plans due to the events of last night and the experiments this morning because the G-shep's tail was swished back and forth with excitement. He seemed to be the more imaginative of the two Fidos when it came to disgusting and torturous ideas that could be inflicted on me. Stepping forward the G-shep grasp his cock and began to shower me off once again using his powerful stream to dislodge the remains of the meal that had stuck to my body and refilling my open jaw. At this point I didn't care. I had lost all hope and I knew that my life would be just one new degrading act after another from now on. The Rottie had made that clear in his speech last night and his actions this morning. I was just a plaything, an object to derive pleasure or feelings of superiority from, a toy to be past around from one stinking fluff to another until I was no longer useful or interesting.

After the G-shep had finished debasing me yet again he turned on the shower and took a probe attached to a hose down from beside the shower head. Turning a valve on the shower head the water lost some of its pressure and the probe began to spew out water as well. Reaching under my restrained form the G-shep found my asshole. This brought me back from the numbed state that I had dropped into during the G-sheps use of me and I felt fear well up inside of me. Keeping one of his furry digits on my hole the G-shep use his other paw to guide the probe until I felt the steady spray of water hitting my butt. Working slowly the Fido inserted the probe into my ass a few inches, held it in there for twenty second then slid it back out. When the probe exited, the water that was forced into my anus followed, carrying with it the waste that was lodged in my guts. Using the probe the G-shep herded the waste towards the central drain before reinserting it in my butt. Repeating the process until the water was clear the G-shep then untied me and directed me into the drying area. When I was dry and presentable I was again led to the coffee table and tied down only this time I was on my stomach.

Once I was secure, the two Fido's went behind me out of my view and started talking quietly to one another. If I cared to try I could have probably been able to hear them but this morning events had shown me that gleaning information didn't matter. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen and me knowing or not knowing didn't make a difference. I assumed that whatever they were discussing was something to do with anal training, which I was scheduled to start today according to the conversation between the two Fidos last night, and between the enema and the position I was now tied in it was most likely the topic being discussed. This position also allowed them to continue raping my throat under the guise of blowjob training and I figured that that was also a likely event that would transpire today.

My thoughts proved correct a few minutes later when the G- shep came and knelt in front of my face, his red K9 cock already dripping and spurting pre all over my face and head as he got into position. Lining himself up, he entered my throat shoving the red fleshy length through the ring gag and down my bruised throat. Once he was buried the G shep leaned his upper body forward over my head and back allowing his powerful legs to bend slightly. Situated like a feral dog in a mating pose and covering my body with his own the G shep then began thrusting in a series of quick jabbing stroked down my throat using his legs to drive and his arms and body to hold me steady. I could feel his balls banging into my chin with every stroke and his prickly fur tickling and itching on my back. Pumping away the G-shep found a good tempo and bred my mouth with gusto, going full out and hammering deep into me.

So intent on trying to breath and not gag or choke, I didn't feel the Rottie's paw on my freshly cleaned asshole until he slipped one of his large digits through my anal ring and into my sphincter. Twirling it around inside I felt my ass burning from the unauthorized entry and tired to expel the invader. Feeling my ring tense around his finger the Rottie began to flex it slightly causing his strong finger muscles to expand and contract around my ring. While flexing his finger to battle my tightened ring muscles he inadvertently raked across my prostate gland. This sent a new and surprisingly euphoric sensation racing along my spine and exploding into my brain. Having never felt this sensation before, my brain had no idea how to process it and what it meant. It was similar to the shocks I had received last night only this time they were not painful, they were good. So surprised by this I instantly flinched and gasped by body unsure what else to do, processed this new sensation as an attack and reacted accordingly. This reaction was met with a chuckle from the Rottie and a moan from the G shep as my throat momentarily tightened around his cock when I gasped.

"Fuck... Do that again Ren... That felt amazing." The G shep whined as he pistoned in and out of my mouth.

Knowing exactly what he had found the Rottie chuckled quietly to himself and once more flexed his finger. The sensation of being electrocuted but in a good way ran down my spine and my body still not sure what to make of this new alien sensation reacted as if being attacked. Flinching and gasping the Rottie began to exploit my sensitive prostate gland using it to control my reactions by tapping out a rhythm and sending electrical pulses up into my brain like some sort of telegraph. My brain, becoming overloaded with the sensations, cancelled the order to my body to expel the intruding digit in my butt and deal with these new sensations. Feeling my ring relaxing the Rottie took full advantage and inserted a second fleshy invader into my butt stretching it open even wider and allowing him to increase the tempo on my prostate.

Meanwhile the G-shep was in nirvana. Every time one of those pulses shot through my body my throat would tighten causing increased resistance on his cock. This would lead to him feeling a pulse of euphoric electricity shoot through his own body which was followed by an unconscious animalistic growl of passion a few seconds later. With the Rottie using my prostate gland as a snare drum, the G-shep was trying to maintain control of his higher cognitive functions. He was fighting battle he could not win because the more pleasure shocks his body received from my tightening throat the more his body poured endorphins into his brain and body. Running on instincts, The G-Shep gripped my body tightly

and quickened his pace, losing his ability at any type of graceful movements and concentrated on the primal urge to get his cock as deep into my throat as possible before releasing his seed. With one passionate howl he thrust his hips hard into my face, mashing my nose into his pubic bone and lodging his rock hard K9 cock firmly into my esophagus. Shaking uncontrollably he erupted the contents of his furry balls into my stomach, firing shot after shot down my throat. Jet after jet of Sheppy cum coursed through his pulsating cock, harmonizing with the electrical jolts being caused by the Rottie's digits in my butt. With my air supply compromised and unidentifiable sensations coursing throughout my body every millisecond my brain had no idea how to cope. It instead opted for a complete shutdown leaving me limp on the table and glassy eyed. When the G -shep finally regained his composure and had withdrawn his over sensitive battered cock from my throat before standing shakily on unsteady legs, I was still dazed and limp. The Rottie however had noticed something while the G shep had been coating my insides with his puppy makers.

"Well I'll be." He said gaining the G shep's attention.

"What?" The G shep asked coming to kneel with the Rottie behind me still not trusting his own legs yet.

"It looks like F.R.E.U.D. was right. There may be hope for him after all."

"Well Fuck my mother." The G shep exclaimed astonished seeing my cock rock hard and leaking a steady stream of clear liquid onto the polished wooden surface of the coffee table. "He's Fucking hard."

"Yup. And all that from one tiny gland hidden in his asshole." The Rottie giggled as he tweaked my prostate again causing me to gasp and twitch.

"Well I might have had something to do with it too." The G-shep said looking at the Rottie slightly annoyed that he was taking all the credit for my predicament. "Still I think he is going to love the egg."

"Not to mention knots when he is able to take them." The Rottie said smugly. "I bet he even becomes addicted."

"I'm sure the boys won't mind."

A few months later Ren and Cal entered the barracks where they were met with the rest of the pack. Today was a special day because Ren was introducing his slave to the guys for the very first time. Tails waved uncontrollably and red tips were sticking out of plump sheaths when the G-shep and Dobie entered. It had taken Ren, with the help of Cal, hundreds of hours to mold the once former unit commander into a knot addicted slut who would do anything to have his ass stretched and his throat stuffed. As predicted Sunshine's sensitive prostate had played a big part in developing his addiction and it was used mercilessly as a reward or punishment when the slave did something right or wrong.

Ren had also accepted that he did indeed have an interest in bathroom play, stopping short of any heavy scat play. This meant that Sunshine was subjected to golden showers multiple times a day by the two Fidos as well as acting as a urinal and ass wiper for both of them.

The egg trainer, although not as exciting to Ren as it was to Cal who seemed to get off on ovulation, did stretch the slave out enough to allow both of the dogs to enter him fully within a month. It took another before they could tie with him and only in the second month was he able to take the G-shep's and Rottie's cocks without pain. The last few weeks the two Dogs had started a new type of training with Sunshine and were quite enamored with the results. This was going to be a surprise for the rest of the pack as Ren had told Cal to keep it a secret. His oral training, having started much earlier, was much more advanced than his anal. He could take both Ren and Cal to the hilt with not issues and even fit their knots inside his now toothless mouth. The constant throat fuckings did come at a cost to Sunshine though as the K9 cocks continually battered and stretched his throat, his voice box and vocal cords suffered. He could only speak in a hoarse whisper now and his voice was little more than a squeak. Ren of course didn't care. Sunshine, after all, was his to do with what he pleased. He had in fact already made a few alterations to the former soldier's appearance and was contemplating making a few more.

"Well boys. Here he is. My slave Sunshine. I hope you enjoy his company tonight. Just remember that he is only on loan. I still own him." the Rottie said stepping to the side and revealing the slave.

He needed not have said the last part, as Sunshine smelled deeply of the Rottie's scent. Over the last two weeks he had forbidden Cal from using Sunshine in any form in the bathroom and had forbid Sunshine from consuming anything other than his own piss as beverages. Careful to keep the slave hydrated and to dilute his own urine so that Sunshine would not develop liver problems the slave was forced to only drink liquid that had already been in Ren's bladder. Ren had plans to continue this practice, making it Sunshine's only form of beverage in the future. By this point the human's scent glands, having only Ren's urine to work with, had began to excrete a distinctly unique scent which was laden with the Rottie's own scent markers. Coupled with almost hourly markings there was no mistaking who Sunshine belonged to.

After months without the rigors of combat and the diet of specially designed slave food the once rugged unit commander had taken on a much softer look. With no body hair and a slight decrease in muscle mass the human looked almost feminine or at least a lot less masculine. In addition to the specialized L.I.F.E. cockring Sunshine wore, he was also adorn with small nipple piercing and a glittery belly button piercing adding to the feminine look. Ren had also discovered that he enjoyed his slave's look while wearing certain garments so had allowed for a modicum of clothing to be available to Sunshine to wear. Carefully selected selections of thigh high stockings and arm sleeves in certain colors made up the entirety of Sunshine's wardrobe. Even though Arklandians only wore clothes when absolutely necessary Ren was still able to procure these items with ease. Perhaps it was that the stockings and arm sleeves reminded him of a very sexy Rottweiler Bitch he had met in his younger days or maybe the arm sleeves and stocking just created a contrast to Sunshine's milky white skin that Ren found appealing. Whatever the reason he liked them on his slave.

Sunshine eyed the lineup of hard bodied Fido's and salivated. He still have his ingrained dislike of Arklandians and still referred to them in his mind in the derogatory terms he had learned whenever he saw them but that was overshadowed by his absolute addiction to knots. Feeling those bulbous chucks of hot flesh rubbing up against his prostate drove him into a wild state. Every time he locked with one, feeling it pulse inside of him as the beast coated his insides, caused his own cock to stand at attention and spurt his white spunk onto whatever was nearby. And here standing before him was eight beefy Fido's ready and eager to shove their meat into his ass, ready to pound him senseless until he felt his anal ring stretch to the limit and then snap tight around a hot meaty knot, locking him together with the Fido.

Seeing the hungry look on his slave face the Rottie pushed the human forward towards the eager pack as they moved around him. In little time Sunshine was laying flat on his back on a nearby foot locker. A husky situated between his spread legs thrusting in short jackhammer like thrusts and a Dane's balls slapping against his forehead as he made the Dane's cock disappear down his throat.

Watching the scene the Alpha and Beta chuckled to one another.

"How long do you think it'll take them to figure out that we've been training Sunshine in double penetration over the last three weeks?" Ren ask looking towards his Beta and seeing the G- shep's red tip beginning to poke out of his sheath despite having bred Sunshine the evening before.

"No idea... but maybe I should go help them figure it out." The G -shep responded eagerly, his tail lashing from side to side betraying his desire.

"You're such a horn dog Cal." The Rottie chuckled pushing his friend towards the eager group of horny dogs and euphoric human. "Go on then."