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A Doggo's Tale: Becoming a Good Girl

By MisstressChange

The year is 2469. Humanity has long ago escaped the constricting bonds of earth and struck out into the galaxy. Many new worlds have been colonized and transformed into planets much like earth, creating contemporary societies and greater freedom for the people living there.

Reaching a state of post-scarcity, earth's nations joined together, forming the United Earth Space Alliance, or UESA. Under the leadership of the UESA, humanity has become determined to explore new worlds, forge new homes, and seek out other intelligent life forms.

While these first two objectives were reasonably easy to accomplish, finding other civilizations had been a fruitless endeavor. Not a single contact had been made, and while there were plenty of planets teeming with life, none had a single lifeform with the capacity to create even the most basic society. As a result, humanity figured it might never find intelligent life and had nearly given up hope. Until just a few months ago...

Reports came in that several science and exploratory vessels had been attacked by some unknown enemy. The strange thing was when these vessels were recovered, they appeared to be mostly intact, but the entire crew was missing. The aggressors left no trace. Not even DNA samples or abnormal damage from weapons. It remained a mystery to anyone seeking answers, and all missions beyond UESA territory were to be escorted by military ships. The attacks suddenly stopped.

Unknown the humanity, another race of space-faring people existed on the other side of the galaxy. They had carved an empire out for themselves long before humanity could even colonize their first world. They were responsible for the attacks on the humans, but not for resources or territory. They needed live humans.

This other civilization called itself the Doggo Empire. Their society was made up of a mammalian species known as doggos. Humans could describe them as a race of anthropomorphic canids, separated into three different classes by subspecies.

The generic 'doggos' make up most of their society, fulfilling myriad roles and making up a majority of the populace. The foxxos, who have a vulpine appearance, and are known for their promiscuity, make up the science and medical class. The third and fewest, called wuffs, are larger and wolf-like in appearance and known for their aggressive nature, making up most of the warriors and officers in the doggo's military arm.

For generations, the Doggo Empire had been on the decline. Due to a chromosome imbalance in newly conceived pups, populations experienced a drastic decrease in females. This led to a cascading effect that was projected to result in the eventual extinction of their species. With cloning technology far off from becoming viable, not to mention the moral implications of using it, they were forced to develop another solution.

The result was an extraordinary and complicated device that could alter the DNA, chromosomes, and attitude of another Doggo, turning them female and making them into the perfect breeder. Initial tests concluded that those subjected to this device would produce majority-female pups.

With a solution to their problems discovered, the device was converted into a small, handy collar-type device that could be easily secured to one's neck. Later versions were designed to be fired from a specifically purposed rifle.

At first, the collars were placed around the necks of severely convicted criminals, but with the doggo's near utopian society, the supply of these criminals was swiftly exhausted. Understandably, even fewer doggos volunteered themselves for the greater good of the species, preferring to live their lives free and remaining their original sex.

The doggos looked to another possible supply of soon-to-be-breeders: The newly discovered humans. After some experiments on their people, it became evident that the collars would work on them just as well. Their DNA and chromosomes were as easily malleable as the doggos' themselves. So the doggos began operating abduction raids on easy human targets, isolated from their military.

Recently, these ships, now escorted by more powerful vessels, have been too risky to attack. If a prolonged engagement commenced, too much harm could come to the human crews. Not to mention the chance of one of the human vessels escaping and alerting the UESA to the doggo's presence.

Instead, the doggo's leadership turned their eyes to the humans' outlying colonies. Minimally defended and with small, spread-out populations, these colonies were ripe for the picking. And so, a small fleet of Doggo ships was dispatched to the fringe human world of Artemis.

The majority jungle world was an excellent, highly habitable world for both humans and doggos. Established only a decade ago by the UESA, the fifty colonies spread across the planet house workers for mines harvesting a new unidentified mineral that may improve human architecture and ship design. Scientists also use these colonies to study the local fauna and flora, particularly a purple flower with incredible aphroditic effects if refined.

The doggo forces descended upon the planet's dark side, attacking in the shade of the nearby sun. Their numbers were small enough to slip through the world's long-range radar, allowing a few regiments of warriors and scientists to land and establish a forward operating base overnight. They wouldn't need an entire army to take every human on the planet. Instead, the captured humans would do the heavy lifting for them.

Vivian brushed her long, dark hair out of her eyes as she hunched behind the drink counter of her bar. She fumbled the shells of her family's heirloom shock rifle as she slid them into the old weapon.

With the weapon loaded, she carefully poked her head up over the counter to peer out the security blast shutters mainly covering the bar's large windows. The outside street lights lit up the front end of the dark bar, casting streams of white light.

It had been about fifteen minutes since the sounds of phaser fire from the local defense forces had ceased. The fact that the alarm was still active did not bode well for the colony, and this was reinforced by the few colonists she saw running for their lives past her widows a few minutes ago.

Reaching down under the counter, she pulled out a roll of duct tape and went about taping her mag light to the barrel of the gun. Finally, she secured her combat knife in its sheath and, gripping her family's weapon, she let her body slide back down behind the counter, away from the prying eyes of whatever was attacking them.

Her plan was to wait there and hope she could survive until the UESA's main military base on Artemis could respond with a solid attack force. She had a basement where the kegs were stored that she planned on holding up in. As long as the invaders didn't think to look down there, that is. Everything considered, it was the best plan she could think of.

Her hands shook as she dumped the remaining shells in her denim jacket. She Peered back over the counter. Seeing no signs of any sort of invaders, she decided now was the best time to make her way downstairs. Legs quivering, she stood up and took a couple steps toward the back room where the kitchen was.

She stopped in her tracks, a shiver of terror running through her. The sound of the kitchen's back door unlocking, paired with it sliding open with its servos, froze her where she stood. How did they gain access to her bar? She immediately kneeled down behind the counter and shut off her mag light. Her ears and eyes were pinned to the opening leading to the back rooms.

The sound of slow footsteps could be heard making their way through the kitchen. Suddenly, every little thing Vivian did, made far too much noise. She tried slowing her breathing as to not reveal her presence. As the footsteps got closer and closer to the front end of the building, Vivian lifted her shock rifle to her shoulder, readying herself to blow away whatever came through the second it appeared from the entrance.

The footsteps stopped just short of the entranceway. Vivian waited in extreme suspense, holding her breath. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and adrenaline coursed through her veins, making her heart beat faster than it ever had before. That's when the intruder spoke up, making her almost jump out of her skin.

"Vivian?!" It shouted throughout the establishment. "You here?!" Vivian let herself breathe a sigh of relief. She recognized the voice well. It was her friend, Tony. She stood up, her body still shaking from the adrenaline rush, and answered him.

"Shit...Tony. Oh, thank god it's just you. I thought you were one of them." Tony appeared through the opening, both hands gripping a phaser pistol. The light-skinned, dark-haired man also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her.

"And I'm damn glad I found you. I figured you'd be here." He relaxed his stance and took one of his hands off his pistol, letting them hang by his sides.

"How did you get in here?" Vivian asked. Furrowing her eyebrows

"You gave an extra keycard to your place, remember? In case you lost yours?" He answered, trying to jog her memory.

"Oh, yeah. That's right...." She looked back to the windows for a moment, then back to him. "Did you happen to see who or what's attacking us?"

"No. I just heard the phasers go off, and then, over time, they stopped. So I ran over here to make sure you're okay." Vivian smirked at him.

"Thanks. I'm fine so far. You wanna join me in the basement? I'm planning on holding up down there till the cavalry arrives." Tony took his turn to gaze out the bar windows.

"Actually, I'm heading out of the colony. Jake Bonnel's got a rescue beacon, and the rest of us are getting out of here, gonna meet at the dig site. I wanted to grab you before I left...I couldn't just leave you here. Plus, we'd have a better chance if it were the two of us." Vivian took his consideration into account, pondering the plan.

It definitely seemed sensible. They were more likely to survive if they could get out rather than just sit hope the invaders didn't find them. She nodded her head in approval.

"Yeah, okay...sounds like a plan. How do we get out of the colony without getting killed?"

"We'll take the back alleys, stay off the main streets until we get to the western wall. There was no fighting there, and that's where the rest of the survivors were headed." Both their heads snapped to the windows. Outside, a limping woman was hit by some sort of sky blue energy blast, stunning her and causing her to fall to the ground.

Tony looked back at Vivian. "We need to go." He spoke quickly and softly. Vivian nodded again.

Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here." She gripped her rifle, and Tony led her back into the kitchen. They both took positions on either side of the kitchen door Tony had entered through. They looked at each other and swapped subtle facial signals, confirming the other was ready. They both took a readying breath, and Tony pressed on the panel for the door, opening it with a *whir* and a *whoosh*.

The two aimed their weapons out into the dark street behind the bar, lit by only two lamps. It was an eerie scene. They scanned the street front to back, checking every window of the grey, plasteel domiciles across up and down. They could hear the fearful screams of other colonists far off.

Suddenly, they heard the rushed footfalls of someone running down the left side of the street toward them. The two took positions and aimed down the iron sights of their weapons, pulses beating in their temples. A man in a jacket came tearing into the light of the farthest lamppost.

"Run! Run! They're taking everyone!" He screamed. But his calls were cut short as a long, whistling projectile struck the back of his neck. Faster than their eyes could register, the object closed around the man's neck, knocking him to the ground underneath the light. He managed to get up onto his hands and knees to pull the now visible pink collar off himself. "Help..." he pleaded, reaching out to the two with his hand.

Tony and Vivian both heard a piercing whistle fill their ears, and the two ducked their heads, just enough for two of the same pink collars to miss them by mere inches. They ricocheted off the wall of the bar with a *whap!* Vivian realigned her eye to the sights of her shock rifle, scanning the distance.

A tall, canine humanoid that looked strangely like a golden retriever strode into the light of the lamp, just behind the man still trying to pry the collar off his neck. It wore some sort of white, composite armor that covered its body in a way that looked like it allowed flexible movement and wielded a long gun. The two figured it launched the device now wrapped around its victim.

The being unhinged the front of his long, boxy weapon, reaching to slide a cartridge into the unhinged opening. Vivian placed the creature between the sights of her rifle and pulled the trigger. A beam of electrical energy burst from the bore and struck the dog-like creature in the chest, throwing it back into the darker, unlit part of the street. It made a high-pitched yipping noise as it flew through the air.

"Nice shot!" Tony exclaimed. The two struck out into the street, hoping to help up the man and get him to safety. But their hopes were dashed when the silhouettes of two more canine beings appeared behind it. One of them kneeled over its fallen comrade while the other raised its weapon in Tony and Vivian's direction.

"Run!" Tony shouted, pulling Vivian aside while pointing his phaser at the beings and firing. Vivian stumbled and ran toward the alley beside her bar, away from their beastly enemies. A bolt of blue energy blew past her and struck the plasteel wall. The same type of bolt that hit the lady outside her windows.

Tony turned and followed her, shooting behind him to lay down some suppressive fire, giving them the chance to close the gap. Another collar hit the domicile next to Vivian's bar, forcing the two to duck instinctually. Another few bounding steps, and they managed to squeeze down the alley.

"Noooo! Come back!" The man called after them. "I'll...I'll be...a good girl!" These were the last words they heard from any human while inside the colony.

It took them the better half of an hour to make it to the colony's western wall. From there, they met up with a few others outside the gate. Then, as the settlement fell to unknown invaders, the survivors made their long trek to Tony's dig site.

The dense jungle before Sergeant Hanson gave way to his adamantium machete as he hacked his way through. The seven other soldiers followed him single file, weapons held casually. Corporal Bedford held a thermal scanner up over Hanson's shoulder as they went, watching the screen for any sign of bipedal creatures.

The squad of eight fanned out as they came to a clearing where the rocky ground prevented much foliage from growing. Sergeant Hanson checked the flexible screen built into the forearm of his military jacket. He stopped while Bedford continued scanning the area.

"Alright, folks, we're nearing the enemy base. Let's stop and take point." His voice was fresh and young but commanding nonetheless. The others gathered around him, unslinging the straps of their phaser rifles from their shoulders. Corporal Kim flipped her rail rifle over so she could lean on the six-foot-long mass driver like a walking stick

Hanson took off his backpack and pulled out a metal cube that was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. He placed it on the ground. Its top flipped open in four segments, and a holographic map of the area's topographic layout was projected at hip level. A blue dot on the map's center pulsed while a red box pulsed from near the map's edge. Hanson sheathed his blade.

"Okay, so, we...are here." He said, pointing to the blue dot. "And this..." He continued, moving his finger over to the red box. "Is our objective. Four clicks from here." Everyone watched, some shuffling their weight from foot to foot.

"From here, we're splitting up into three groups. One large group will head straight for the base. The other two will stay two-hundred meters on either side and protect the first's flanks to prevent an ambush. Kim will take a position on this ridge overlooking the base and provide overwatch once we exit the jungle and as we move through the base." He pointed over to where the topographical lines sloped upward, away from the red box. They could all make out where the slope leveled off. "Once we eliminate all hostile forces, we free the prisoners, call an evac in, and go home."

"I'll lead group one up the middle with Bedford and Cooper. Tanner and Parker, you go up the right flank, and you two newbies take the left. Any questions?" He looked up from the map to the rest of the squad and gestured to Vivian and Toni, dressed in the same camo-green, nano-Kevlar fatigues as the rest of them. Cooper raised his hand, and Hanson addressed him. "Yeah, Cooper?"

"Yeah. Why the hell are we letting a couple greenies cover our flanks? Why are they here at all?" He brought up his point in a very abrasive tone. Hansen put his hands on his hips in disapproval. Tony glared at Cooper, the two sharing looks.

"Well, Cooper, if you were paying attention during the briefing, you'd know that these two are the only ones that caught a glimpse of the invaders." He pointed to Vivian in particular. "She took one of them down herself. With a shock rifle, no less." The rest of the squad shared enthralled looks, all but Cooper.

"Killed an alien with a one-hundred-year-old weapon. Quite impressive." Corporal Kim said, "Show's much potential." She added before falling silent again. Cooper spoke up again, blushing.

"Well, I'm not convinced. They haven't even been through basic training." He added. The sergeant interjected once more.

"Cooper, with all attacks across the planet, our forces are stretched thin. We have very little idea who is attacking us or what they want, and the one military ship we had in orbit went dark two days ago. We are lucky we even got satellite images of the enemy's base, or we wouldn't even know this base existed. So, count your blessings we have two extra bodies to cover our fucking flanks." His voice went from stern to fuming as he talked. The rest of the squad just looked on or down at their feet.

Hansen bent down to pick up the cube. Its hologram flickered out as he grabbed it. He put it away and slung his pack onto his back. "Any other questions?" He asked, more of a warning than an inquiry. Everyone kept quiet, staring at him or off into the distance. "Good, let's move out."

"Sir, yes, sir!" The rest of the squad said nearly in unison. But, even over the others, Cooper's voice could be heard as unenthusiastic.

"All right, let's move out, people." Sergeant Hansen said, voice returning to normal. Everyone picked up their gear and moved into their assigned groups. Looking at the screen on her arm, Kim started her way up the gradually inclining terrain. The others, now in their pairs and trios, Stepped into the denser jungle and toward the unknown.

Private Tanner and Private Parker stalked through the forest. They had long ago passed out of view and earshot of the leading group. Their eyes and ears were alert, and they held their black phaser rifles at the ready, uncertain what they would encounter. The reports about the local fauna seemed to paint them as dangerous as the unknown invaders.

"You think we'll actually find any prisoners alive when we get there?" Tanner began to ask, but Parker responded with a harsh *SSSSHHHH*.

"Shut up, you idiot." She said in a hushed tone. "I don't want to end up getting our whole team killed, or worse." Tanner kept on talking anyway, lowering his volume this time.

"What do ya think of these, 'aliens,' being like man-sized dogs, walking upright like us?"

"I 'think' I'm going to light up anything walking on two legs and covered in fur so fast it'll wish it never came here." She paused, giving him a low growl. "And that's if we don't give away our position chatting."

The two continued, reaching a clearing filled with pink flowers, all with long slender pedals. They stopped next to each other to take in the view.

"Whoa," Tanner whispered, remarking at the beautiful flora covering the clearing floor. Parker picked one of them and gave it a sniff. Tanner turned to her with a confused look. "You think that's a good idea. We don't know what that is exactly." He talked at an average volume again. Parker lowered the flower with a satisfied smile.

"Smells good though, sweet even." She handed him the plant. "Try it." She suggested. Her voice seemed much calmer, smooth even, relaxed. Tanner craned his head toward it and took a sniff too. A pleasant smile spread across his face.

"Wow, that does smell good." His mind seemed to cloud, and he found it harder to think. Parker was starting to blush, face hot as blood flowed to her cheeks. It wasn't the only place her blood was flowing to.

"We should keep going." She huffed. She started walking across the field of flowers. Tanner couldn't stop himself from staring at Parker's rear, at least what he could make out through her fatigues.

"Y-yeah," He replied, following her. The two got across the flower-speckled clearing before Parker stopped in her tracks. Tanner, attention focused on her rear, nearly ran right into her. Parker turned around to face him. Her face was flush, and her pupils were so big Tanner could swear she was on drugs.

"Do you...feel weird? I feel weird." She stared back into his eyes. His pupils were dilated too.

"Uh...yeah, I do." He breathed out. His face was just as flush, and the warmth spreading across his body was starting to make him sweat. He tried to ignore the growing stiffness in his pants.

"I'm getting hot...." Parker said. She backed up toward a tree and leaned against it, letting go of her rifle and letting its strap slide down her arm onto the ground. She felt her libido rapidly rising and the inside of her pants moistening.

"Do...do you think it was the flowers?" Tanner struggled to form a proper sentence. His mind kept drifting to the dirty thoughts of his squadmate.

"Could be..." Parker replied, starting to pant. "We should...probably...call the sarge...could be toxic...don't want...to endanger...." She looked back up at Tanner, who was eyeing her up like a piece of meat. "...The mission." She managed to finish, looking him over too. Finally, her eyes landed on the rigid outline of his cock tenting his pants.

Their eyes both connected, and Parker straightened up. She leaned against the tree with her back arched, sticking her chest out as well as she could with her uniform. Her chest looked like it had grown a few sizes, standing out prominently. She looked at him with inviting eyes, the way she would if she were awaiting a lover to join her in bed. Her hand came up, and one by one, unsnapped the buttons of her uniform, slowly and sensually. She bit her lower lip.

Tanner ripped his jacket off, all its buttons coming undone in one move. He flung himself at her, and she embraced him as their bodies met. Their lips connected, and the two hastily descended into a near-feral state of making out, sucking tongues, biting lips, growling. They were lost to their own uncontrollable lusts.

Tanner's hands left Parker's ass to fumble with his belt. Parker took the opportunity to unlatch her own. Pants now loose, they shoved their hands down each other's pants. Parker dipped hers into Tanner's boxer briefs, gripping his cock and pulling it out so she could stroke it. Meanwhile, Tanner's hand slid under Parker's boyshorts and sunk his fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy.

Tanner shuddered, and Parker moaned out, breaking their 'kiss.' They breathed past each other, then Tanner craned his head down to bite Parker's neck, just enough to hurt but not enough to break her skin. She moaned even louder.

"Oh, Tanner, you're such an animal. Fuck me against this tree. Turn me around and fuck me like the animal you are." She whimpered and fought to spin her body between Tanner and the tree before he could even react. She ground her ass into the man's crotch. Her pants had some trouble sliding down as her hips and ass had appeared to have grown, giving her a big bubble butt. She worked her panty-covered ass around his cock between her clothed cheeks to both their pleasures.

"Fuck yes, ma'am." He growled. He ripped her panties down with one hand and grabbed his cock in the other. He could swear that it had grown larger by at least three inches. Tanner disregarded it and slid his prick into her slavering hole with ease. Parker cried out in bliss and threw herself back against him. The two, lost in their pheromone-driven lusts, failed to hear the twig snap only twenty meters away.

Two sharp cracks rang out, followed directly after by swift whistling noises, faster than their brains could register. They were both tossed to the ground as some sort of projectile struck them, clasping around their necks.

Temporarily knocked free of their licentious stupor, the two soldiers tried desperately to pull themselves free from the pink collars fastened around them. They writhed on the ground, grunting as strange thoughts clawed at their minds. Thoughts of behaving, being good girls for their masters. Thoughts of being bred over and over, delivering many pups.

While the two struggled, three furry figures, one much larger than the other, all dressed in white composite armor, strode out to them. They stopped in front of the two humans, gazing down at their captured prey. Tanner looked up to see them and sneered in disgust.

"Take these off of us, you filthy aliens." He spat with vitriol.

"Let us go!" Parker groaned, still tugging with all her might. The taller of the three aliens snorted at the human's feeble attempt to stop the inevitable. One of the smaller ones growled to the other, speaking in some canine language that neither Tanner nor Parker could understand.

"They always struggle." It spoke. The second smaller one rested its strange rifle over its shoulder, pulling a round device from its utility belt. The device slid open from either side, revealing a clear glass screen that attached both ends. With it now open, its shape oddly resembled a stereotypical dog bone.

"Yes, but never for long. I always enjoy when their minds turn against them." Even to the two humans, this one's growl-like vocalizations sounded feminine. That, paired with her feminine curves and the breast extrusions on her armor, suggested she was a female.

"But, then again, 'they' always love it too. They simply can't." The first one replied. The three aliens chuckled, and the female tapped a button on the glass screen. The two soldiers gasped, going silent. They calmed before Tanner pushed himself upright.

"Get these off of us...." He protested, reaching for his phaser rifle. "Or I'll...I'll" He fought to get the right words out. "Or I'll have to...h-have your puppies!" Then, suddenly, his hand ceased reaching for the rifle, eyes going wide, shocked at the words coming out of his mouth. "I'll...be...such a good girl...." He looked up at the canines. The look of shock and awe slowly shifted into a pleading one. Parker bolted up, her own visage a picture of anticipation.

"I'll be a good girl too!" She exclaimed in jubilation. The three canines just chuckled again.

"We know you will. Once we get you back to base, you'll be the best girls you can be." The female said, talking to them like pets, knowing the humans could understand them now. The large, wolf-like one between them lifted its nose and sniffed at the air.

"There are more." It grumbled, its deep voice giving away its maleness.

"Right," started the smaller male. He bent down to address the soldiers. "You good little girls, stay here until we return, then we'll make sure you get bred nice and full." He talked to them in the same manner the other had. The two humans got on their knees, hands hanging from folded arms, tucked in front of their chests like begging dogs. They panted with their tongues lolling out of their mouths.

"Yes, master." They said happily in unison.

"Good girls." The female said. She tucked the device back into her belt and readied her gun. "We'll be right back, sweeties." She added before following the other two. Tanner and Parker just stayed put as was commanded.

As the three canines stalked off toward the rest of the unsuspecting humans. The new pets turned to each other. They leaned in and nuzzled each other's necks, adding the occasional lick to the face. The space around them tickled with the sounds of their feminine giggles.

Vivian pushed a few large leaves out of her way as she stalked through the foliage before her. Tony followed behind, watching for any movement around them with his rifle at the ready. Neither of them said a word to each other, too concerned about giving away their position or missing the most minor sounds.

Vivian stopped to sip from the water pouch built into her gear pack from a small tube. She leaned against a tree with one of her hands while the other fed the hose between her lips. Tony did a quick three-sixty check of their surroundings before allowing himself to relax, lowering his phaser rifle and hanging it by its strap over his shoulder.

"You think we're keeping pace with the others?" She asked once she swallowed her water.

"I hope so. I don't want to get cut off from the rest. Even if 'Cooper' doesn't seem to want us here." His tone sounded mildly irritated.

"He's probably just stressed. We all are. The whole planet seems to be under invasion, and we have no idea when help's gonna arrive. I mean, we're eight people taking on an entire base of an enemy that we have barely any information on." She let the tube retract back into her gear bag.

"Pfft." Tony scoffed, pivoting in place uncomfortably. "I just don't think he wants us here. These military types always look down on us civilians."

"Well, that's certainly a possibility." She agreed, trying to validate his point in an effort to calm him. The last thing she needed was an on-edge squadmate. She stood up straight again and repositioned her rifle in her hands. "We should keep going." She insisted.

"Yeah, let's get this over with so we can find our friends. If they're still alive." His tone got a lot more somber when he mentioned their captured pals. Vivian opened her mouth to scold him for thinking so negatively when they both heard the sound of phaser fire coming from where the centermost group should be. Suddenly the two snapped to action and brandished their rifles in the direction of the noise.

"What's going on? Are they under attack?" Tony asked, now very alert.

"I dunno. Check our six. I don't wanna get hit from behind if they're caught in a firefight." She hastily suggested.

"Good idea." He spun around and pointed his phaser into the green unknown, scanning every single spot something could possibly be hiding behind. Vivian tapped a pad on her forearm screen and talked into it while still aiming her rifle.

"Hansen, come in. Are you under attack? Copy?" She awaited a response but received none. After a few seconds, the phaser fire gradually died out. Much like it did the night of the attack on the colony. Her stomach knotted, and she tried the communicator again, lowering her voice this time. "Hansen, come in. Did you make contact?" Once again, no reply. This time there was definitely no action to explain away their lack of a response.

Suddenly, a violent rustling came from off from the group's direction. Tony spun around, and they trained their sights on the sound. Closer and closer it came, like someone charging at them. They backed up and prepared themselves to fire on anything that might come bursting out of the dense foliage.

A figure in green camo came crashing out of the leaves and branches before them. The two nearly blew it away. Their fingers half-squeezed the triggers of their weapons before their brains registered the uniform of Cooper as he tore out of the plant life. He got barely three steps out of the brush when a *crack!* and a whistling sound rang out, and he was thrown to the jungle floor.

He rolled onto his back, and his hands reached for his neck to grab at the pink collar now clasped around it. Vivian and Tony lowered their phasers as they looked down at the man, observing the same device they barely escaped the night of the invasion. Cooper grunted, struggling.

"Help me..." He pleaded. "Get this thing off! It's...It's whispering to me...I don't wanna be like the others..." The two looked at each other fearfully. Then their heads snapped back to where Cooper had come from. The sounds of rustling leaves and breaking branches disclosed the enemy's approach. Even Cooper stopped tugging and squirming to look on toward the approaching noises with terror.

The standing two pointed their rifles in the direction of the noises, fighting to hold their weapons straight as they shook, filled with adrenaline. "Run," Cooper warned. "Get the fuck out of here before they get you too."

"No, we can't just leave you here," Tony replied. Despite their earlier disagreement, he crouched down, intent on picking the soldier up by one of his arms. Cooper pulled away from him.

"No, leave me...you two head up the mountain and find Kim...Get help..." His mind fought to formulate the right words. "Go...I'll try to...stall them...." He grabbed for his rifle still attached to him by its strap. "I'll...be...a good girl." He trailed off, body starting to relax.

Tony and Vivian looked at each other with terror, having before heard the 'good girl' phrase. They now knew for sure that these collars had a far more insidious purpose.

"He's right. We can't stay here, Tony. The rest of the squad is gone. For all we know, we're outnumbered and outgunned." She turned and started toward the upward sloping terrain behind them. "We need to get to the corporal; she'll know what to do next." She stopped, turning back to the two, where Tony crouched, glancing nervously between the rustling foliage and the collared soldier. "Tony, we don't have time for this. We need to go!"

"Yeah, you're right." He answered, snapping out of it. He spun in place, jogging to Vivian. The two peered over their shoulders one last time to see Cooper rolling over onto his hands and knees.

"Come back." He pleaded in a cutesy tone. "Come get a collar on ya. Then you can be good girls, just like me." Tony and Vivian exchanged worried frowns and began running up the mountainside. Vivian pressed a button on her forearm screen, contacting Kim.

"Corporal Kim, this is Vivian and Tony, the 'greenies.' The rest of the squad is incapacitated, and we're heading to your position, standby to regroup." She heard Kim answer her through her earpiece.

"Rodger that. What the hell happened? I heard phaser fire."

"Ambush. We think they've all been captured." Vivian answered, relieved to hear her voice.

"Gotcha, just give me a signal when you arrive."

"Copy," Vivian cut the signal and took a deep breath, huffing as they continued their ascent.

Corporal Kim sat against the rocky cliff face, her rail rifle in her hands. It had been fifteen minutes since she had received the messages from Vivian and Tony. She anxiously awaited the signal of their arrival.

While she waited, she stared down at the enemy base below, off in the distance. She had long taken note of its layout and the approximate number of personnel guarding it with her binoculars.

Her eyes snapped to her right, and her head followed them. She heard the approach of one or two individuals, the snapping twigs and brushing of leaves. Kim stood, leaning against the rocky wall. She readied her weapon, just in case Tony and Vivian had been captured, and gave away her position. She flicked off the safety, and the soft wine of the gun's primary capacitor buzzed in her ears.

Two long whistles sounded out a moment later, echoing off the cliff behind her. Kim sighed in relief and lowered her weapon, holding it by the bore. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and blew, whistling her own signal out to the others. The bushes where the overlook banked back down the mountain shook, and before long, Tony and Vivian emerged.

"Glad you guys made it," Kim said in greeting. "I was afraid you'd been captured or killed. The two moved closer.

"We managed to get away," Tony replied. "I can't say the same for Cooper."

"He was the last we saw of the squad," Vivian added. "He got hit with one of those collars." She shook her head. "He started talking nonsense, just like the guy we saw at the colony."

"Hmm," Kim hummed in thought. She then turned and walked over to the edge of the cliff, kneeling behind a rotting tree that had fallen. She pulled her binoculars out of her jacket and motioned them over to join her, which they did without hesitation.

"Is that it?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, here, take a look." Kim handed the binoculars to him. He put the rubber border of the eyepiece up to his face to observe the strange structures through its electronic screen.

The center of the base had a large red building made of a slick alloy. It was tall and imposing, shaped like a fire hydrant, from the older ages of humanity. Tony found it quite strange that an alien race would choose such a structure.

The few buildings that surrounded the center were white, also made of the same alloy and shaped like dog bones, being long and having two round bulbous parts on either end.

A metal pad covered the only unoccupied part of the base. Two disc-like ships were parked there. Tony noted how they looked like the frisbees he threw for the dog he had as a child. The rounded tops raised out, bordered by wide viewports, most likely so those piloting them could see all around them.

"This is so fucking bizarre." He commented. He passed the binoculars to Vivian.

"Oh, shit, look over there." Kim interrupted. Her finger pointed off to the grassland just right of the base, where the squad was supposed to have advanced initially from the jungle. Vivian pointed the binoculars toward a group of figures moving through the tall grass, single file, and peered at them through the binocular's screen. Kim pointed her rifle at the group and looked through the electronic scope.

"It's them!" Vivian exclaimed. She plainly saw the rest of the squad walking toward the base, all with collars on. They were being led by three of the aliens, one larger and furrier than the other two. The collared soldiers looked happy to her, which she found very odd. Some of them even seemed to be skipping happily.

Vivian thought she could make out Parker, tongue lolling out of her mouth like she was panting. She could make out the thick, curly tail of a husky bobbing from her boyshorts. The fact that she wore no pants barely registered in her mind. "What the fuck is going on?" She asked, bewildered.

"Looks like they really did get captured," Kim commented. Then, she sighed in exasperation. "Couldn't even get to the objective."

"Can you hit the aliens from here?" Tony asked hopefully. "Maybe we can take them out and save them."

"Oh, I can hit them. But that would be unadvised. The hostiles are too close to our people, and this thing can make quite an impact. Plus, if we alert them to our presence, we lose the element of surprise. They could be right on top of us in moments, and we could get easily cornered up here." She explained.

"Well, what do we do? Cooper suggested we get help." Vivian asked. Kim chuckled at Tony's idea.

"Help? From where? You heard the sergeant; there's no orbital support, and the HQ is being run by a skeleton crew." She paused, delaying what she'd have to inevitably suggest. "We're going to have to infiltrate the enemy base." The two looked at Kim in confusion.

"What?!" They interjected in unison.

"It's the only way we get everyone out."

"But the base is crawling with aliens." Tony pointed out. Kim nodded.

"We'll need a distraction." She trailed off, looking through her scope. Vivian looked back through the binoculars. They watched as the squad was led through one gate in the base's twenty-foot wall. It wrapped around the base in a circle and slid downward, making the entire base appear like it was contained in a giant dog bowl. They took note of which building the captured five were taken to. Luckily it was close to the wall's opening.

"How do we make a distraction?" Tony asked. Just then, one of the frisbee-shaped ships powered on, engines warming up. They all turned their attention to it.

"That's how," Kim answered cockily. They watched as it lifted off the ground by thrusters hidden underneath it, blowing wind about the landing pad below it. Kim took aim through her scope and laid her rail rifle down on the tree to steady it.

"You think you can actually take that down?" Vivian asked in disbelief.

"Most likely, just takes the right shot. But, if this fails...well...we have nothing to lose, so might as well try." She traced the craft in her crosshairs as it pulled away from the base. Finally, she took a breath and slowly exhaled, squeezing the trigger.

The rail rifle cracked, making a loud sound like high tension cable being struck by a metal object. Thin, foot-long tendril-like electric discharges bolted from the bore as its magnetized payload exited the weapon faster than the human eye could see. The rifle kicked into Kim's shoulder, forcing a grimace from the woman. The air suddenly smelled of ozone.

The extruding top of the ship blew open with a violent boom that could easily be heard from their position. A spray of metal shards sprayed off the ship in an instant, raining down of the grasslands below like deadly hail.

"Whoa, nice shot!" Tony congratulated. But Kim didn't acknowledge him, only focused on the ship as it careened toward the ground, smoke billowing from the hole in its cockpit. Then, it struck the ground and lit the area up around it with an orangish glow as it erupted into a fireball.

They watched as it exploded a second time. This one was far more powerful and emitted a green fireball, most likely from the craft's reactor overloading in the crash. The vessel was utterly obliterated, and the three had their hair blown back by the shockwave.

Vivian watched through the binoculars as aliens poured from their buildings by the tens. They rushed out with equipment to put out the green and orange fires blazing across the grassland toward the base.

"It worked!" Vivian exclaimed. "They're leaving!" Kim observed it through her scope.

"Okay, there's our distraction. We need to get in and get as many people out as we can before they put out the flames." She stood up, grabbing her gear. "If we hoof it as fast as we can, we can be there in ten minutes, but we have to go now." She stepped around them and started down the hill. Tony and Vivian watched her go, then exchanged nervous glances.

"C'mon, Viv. Let's go save our friends." She nodded, and the two stood up, also grabbing their gear. Then, scrambling, they jogged down the slope after the determined sniper, straight toward the wolves den.

Kin, Tony, and Vivian all crashed against the slick, alloy wall of the alien's base. They pressed their bodies up against the metal structure to shrink themselves away from potentially prying eyes. Tony and Vivian huffed and puffed, legs, lungs, and throats burning from running. Kim's head swiveled either way before she gave them a gesture to follow her.

The three followed along the wall, stopping at the open gateway. Kim motioned them to stop and slowly poked her head around the corner. Tony assumed that the enemies were still occupied with the flaming wreck because she hadn't immediately pulled herself back behind the wall.

"Okay, we're clear." She informed softly, turning back to them. "Place is practically deserted, but the buildings are still an unknown, so we'll have to be careful." She peered around the corner once more. "Okay, the coast is clear. Let's move."

Vivian and Tony followed Kim around the corner, keeping a tight formation. Their hearts pounded in their chests. They could feel the pulses in their necks as adrenaline surged through them. Finally, they closed the distance to the first building, where the rest of the squad was held. All the while keeping their weapons raised to their eyes, on high alert.

When they reached the building's door, it was shut. An electronic touch screen next to it hinted that it was its controller. Kim ran up to it and pressed the most prominent button on the screen. It flashed red for a moment, and two claxons buzzed. She tried all the buttons, one by one, each giving her the same response.

She growled in frustration and smashed it with the butt of her rail rifle, breaking the screen. But, miraculously, it worked, and the metal door slid open. "Huh, neat. That was lucky." She commented, shrugging. "Okay, cover me. I'm breaching the entrance."

"Got it." The other two both said. Kim raised her gun and entered, and Tony and Vivian followed her in.

The inside was just one long corridor, about ten feet across. It spanned the length of the building and had twelve large glass windows on either side, each with a corresponding door and touchpad. Tony and Vivian checked the corners before looking into the windows nearest them.

"What, the, fuck...." Vivian uttered in disbelief. The two others gazed over to the window where she was looking. On the other side of the thick glass was a room big enough for two people to live in. It had two single-sized beds built into either side and metal toilets. Two larger-than-normal dog bowls sat at the foot of each bed, one filled with water and one that looked like it had been licked clean. Another door with a touchpad

Vivian's eyes were fixed on the big, firm cushion placed in the center of the room. On top of it, three female canine humanoids of various breeds were engaged in sex acts. They all wore the same pink collars that Vivian and Tony had seen since the night of the invasion.

One of them had her muzzled face buried in another's crotch, licking away. Another one was on her hands and knees, shoving three of her fingers in the first one's pussy. The one receiving cunnilingus thrust her fingers in and out of the other, forming a circle of sapphic lust. They appeared to be moaning, but the three couldn't hear them through the glass.

Tony and Vivian looked on in awe. Kim kept her gun trained on the door at the end of the hallway but gave a momentary glance into the room.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Tony asked. "Is this some kind of sex dungeon?"

"I don't know, but keep your wits about you. We need to find which room the squad is in." Kim took a few steps down the hallway when the opposite door opened with a *whoosh*. One of the aliens walked in, wearing what looked like a lab coat over casual clothes. Its eyes were turned down as it read a data-pad held in its hands. The corporal watched in silence, wanting it to get as far away from the door as it could. It got halfway toward the three before it looked up, eyes going wide.

"Don't move!" Kim shouted. The other two looked up from the threesome to see the shocked creature standing there with a rail rifle in its face. They both noted that this one looked more like a fox than the previous aliens. "Make even a twitch, and I'll put you through the next two buildings with this thing." She barked, although the way the alien looked at her, it didn't seem to understand a thing she said. It just stood there shivering, clearly in fear for its life.

Vivian and Tony sprung to action, rushing past Kim to restrain the fox creature. It yipped as Tony bound its arms behind its back. "Pad him down," Kim ordered, lowering her rifle. Vivian's hand felt up the creature's clothes, pausing when she felt something in its coat. Reaching inside, Vivian pulled out one of the pink collars. Kim watched it snake out from the pocket, an idea cooking in her mind.

"It's one of those collars," Vivian said, thoughts going back to their many encounters with them.

"Excellent. Put it on him." Kim ordered vindictively.

"What? Are you sure?" Vivian objected somewhat, concerned about the morality of using unknown technology on unarmed enemies.

"Yeah. If they're fine with using these things on our people. Let's give them a taste of their own medicine." Vivian frowned, thinking of all those people taken from her colony. Then, without a second thought, she reached up and fastened the collar around the alien's fuzzy neck. It yipped again as Vivian fumbled with the device and spoke in a strange growl-like language in a way that suggested it was pleading for them to stop. "Don't like it when it's you on the other end, huh?" Kim mocked the creature. Its eyes shot wide open as they all heard the *click* of the collar.

All four jumped when a knocking came from the window to their side. They looked over to see Sergeant Hansen, both hands flat on the glass. "Hanson!" Kim exclaimed, letting her gun hang from its strap as she ran up to him. Vivian and Tony gazed over, still restraining the fox creature. "Are you alright?!" Kim asked, her hands now joining his on the glass. She watched as he mouthed some words at her. "I-I can't hear you!" Kim tried to communicate.

Hansen eventually gave up trying to talk to her and instead pointed toward the door. He then frantically pointed back and forth between his open palm and the fox. Kim put two and two together. She checked the touchscreen next to the door for a second and noticed a pawprint outline taking up the left half of it. "Get him over here." She commanded.

Tony grabbed the back of the fox's collar and forcefully guided him to the corporal. Hanson rushed to the door, awaiting freedom. Vivian looked into the room past where Hanson had been standing, seeing someone on the bed. It was Cooper, although he didn't look much like cooper anymore.

He, or she as Vivian would put it, was laying on the room's center cushion with only her boxers on. Her hand was down the front of her boxers, moving vigorously. Her other hand was playing with one of her D-cup-sized breasts. Her face was longer, halfway grown into a muzzle, and her long, canine tongue lolled out of her mouth. Patches of fur covered her body, and a shaggy tail wagged out from underneath her.

Vivian covered her mouth and gasped. She was frozen in place, eyes stuck to the half-dog woman Cooper had become. She knew it was a result of the collars. It had to be. Kim forced the fox's paw-like hand onto the touchscreen, and it flashed green, chiming in success. The door slid open, and Hanson stumbled out, nearly falling. Kim let go of the alien's arm to catch him.

"Corporal, you gotta get me out of here. They turned the rest of the squad into...dog people." He motioned toward his rear end with his eyes, peering back at them with sheer terror. The three saw the Doberman tail trailing out from under his fatigues. "It's already happening to me. You have to get this fucking thing off!"

He jostled free of Kim's grasp and pulled at his collar hysterically. Then, in his crazed fit, he fell back into the room. Kim pulled her combat knife from its sheath and tried to settle him.

"Calm down! I'll cut it off, but you have to calm down." She looked up and noticed Cooper and the state he, or... she was in. "Good god..." She snapped her head to the other two. "Go, help Cooper, get that collar off of him before he gets worse." Vivian and Tony did as they were told, rushing over to the masturbating half-dog. Although they weren't sure how it could actually get any worse for the man.

They approached him, and Tony pulled out his knife. Vivian placed her hands on Cooper's arms to steady her. The half-dog-girl looked up at them with a look of sensual stupor.

"Heeey, guys." She spoke lazily in a strangely feminine voice. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here, Cooper. But first, we have to get this collar off." Vivian answered.

"Why?" Cooper asked. "I love it here. I love my collar. It makes me a good girl." Tony and Vivian exchanged worried glances. Cooper still had her hands on her tits and buried down her boxers, playing with herself. "You two should get your own collars too, then you can be good girls, just like me." Meanwhile, on the ground, Hanson had begun to speak nonsense, actively fighting to keep Kim from freeing him.

"No, no, I don't want it off anymore. It whispers sweet things into my ears. It makes me feel like a good girl!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Hanson!?" Kim struggled with the man. His ears began to move up the side of his head, elongating into narrow points. Patches of fine black fur appeared to be growing where his skin was exposed, and his nails caught on Kim's fatigues as they became canine nails. Kim watched as his chest started to push his jacket outward.

"I'm a good girl, Kim. I'm going to have so many puppies for master." Hanson looked up past Kim to something above her. With all the commotion, the three failed to watch for other aliens, returning to check on the prisoners. It was a mistake that they would pay for with their humanity. "Master! You're back! I've been a good girl for you!"

"Wha-" Kim spoke but was cut off mid-word as a collar clasped around her neck. Once it was fastened, she was pulled up by it, onto her feet. She growled, grimacing as she tried to struggle and pull it off of her. "Help! On your six!" She managed to shout at the others. Tony and Vivian looked up to see corporal Kim being dragged out by an alien, much more prominent and furrier, like the one they saw through their binoculars.

"Oh shit!" Vivian shouted. The two scrambled to grab their phasers, but it was too late. By the time their hands gripped the black alloy of their weapons, two other aliens had appeared at the doorway and aimed their weapons at them. Two cracks sounded out in unison, followed by the short whistling noise of the collars as they traveled across the room. In a fraction of a second, the collars contacted with their necks, and they were thrown to the ground.

"NO!" Kim cried in anguish. She knew their fate had been sealed. The collars began to work their scientific magic, and suddenly the three humans could understand the alien's speech. The largest one spoke to the other two in a deep, gruff voice.

"You two take those two interlopers to their own room to turn." He dragged Kim and the collared fox off. "I'll make sure these two get acquainted." He chuckled to himself and dragged his thralls off by their collars. The fox whined, and Kim struggled, heels dragging on the floor.

"No! Nooooo!" her cries echoed throughout the hallway as she got further and further away. The other two aliens watched them go, then looked at each other.

"Such a shame. I liked doctor Vulmine." The female commented.

"He'll make a good breeder now, anyway." The male added. "These new ones will too." They both looked back to see Vivian and Tony grabbing at their collars. They entered the room and walked up to them.

"Okay, you two. Let's get you a nice room." The female said. Both aliens grabbed them by their collars, one for each of them, and began dragging the resistant humans out of the room.

"No! Let us go! Please!" Vivian begged. Tony just growled and grunted as he continued struggling.

"Not a chance, human." The male retorted. "After you took down our ship out there? No way."

"There were five doggos on that ship." The female mentioned somberly, then giggled. "You two will have to make up for those lost soldiers."

"Oh, they'll make up for it all right. And so much more." The male snickered. The doggos dragged the two captives down the main hall, kicking and screaming until they reached the intended room. The male placed his hand on the touchscreen, and the door opened. The two doggos dragged them in, took their phasers from them, and tossed them onto the floor.

"Someone will be with you shortly." The male said in jest.

"Enjoy your new life." Added the female. The doggos then left, closing the door behind them. Vivian and Tony scrambled to their hands and knees to each other.

"Tony, I'm scared." Vivian whimpered. "I don't want to be like them." Tears pooled in her eyes.

"It's okay," Tony said, trying to console her. "Do you still have your knife?" Vivian's eyes went wide, realizing the doggos forgot to take it from her. She unclipped it and withdrew it from its sheath. "Here, you cut mine off, and I'll cut off yours. Vivian nodded, blinking the tears from her eyes. She went to cut it off when the two heard a knocking on the glass. They both looked up at the window.

It was the female doggo, holding a handheld device in the shape of a bone. She waved at them with a wicked grin on her face, then pressed a button on its screen with her thumb. She gave them a mocking wave goodbye, then walked away from the window.

The two looked at each other, confused. Tony expected Vivian to resume cutting the collar off, but neither had the gumption to try. Instead, they just stared at each other, both of them listening to the voices barging into their consciousnesses.

"You are a good girl. You want to bear so many puppies. Be a good girl and let others breed you. This is your purpose, your destiny. Give in. You are a good girl." The two shook as these instructions repeated in their minds. Vivian was the first to speak.

"Tony, I...I think...I'm...a good girl...." Her voice quivered as she spoke the words, tears pooling in her eyes again. Tony nodded.

"I...I...I'm a...good girl too...." He breathed faster, nearly panting. Vivian did too. Their minds were caught between willing acceptance and dwindling defiance. They knew not what to do with themselves, and their faces showed this.

"We're...good girls?" Vivian asked, crawling closer to Tony. She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. He nuzzled her back before pulling away violently.

"No! We can't let them win!" He grabbed the knife and stood up, putting it to the device. Vivian, ignoring him, panted and crawled to the center cushion, hopping up on it like a dog. She rolled onto her back and began stripping.

"Clothes too warm." She stated cutely. Her jacket eventually came off and was thrown to the back of the room. She kicked off her boots, letting them fall to the floor. Tony tried to begin cutting off the collar with all his might but found he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was like he was programmed to keep it on and intact. So it was futile to try.

Vivian arched her back and raised her hips so she could peel off her pants. Once they were thrown to the floor, she lay in her white boyshorts and tanktop. It was the most Tony had ever seen her undressed. He shuffled uncomfortably as he felt a warmth rising in him. "There we go, much better." She looked over at him and rolled onto her belly.

"You should take your clothes off too. Aren't you hot?" She giggled. Vivian was right. He 'was' unbearable hot. It didn't even feel right to be wearing clothes. He became jealous of her, being free and bare, like a...good girl. Those words rang in his head like a church bell. He dropped the knife to the ground, hands now unsnapping his jacket. As he slid his jacket off, she spoke to him again, this time in a very sultry tone. "Good girl. Get those pesky clothes off."

She smiled wider as his hands went for his pants. He couldn't stop himself. He wasn't even sure he wanted to. Taking off his clothes cooled him and made him feel like the good girl he was beginning to yearn to be.

"I'm... a good girl for undressing...right?" He asked shyly.

"Yes! The best of girls!" She encouraged. Her supportive words only drove Tony to accept what was happening to him further. He kicked his boots, socks, and pants off and pranced toward the cushion, hopping on and sliding next to Vivian. He paused before going further, feeling like something was very wrong.

Something in Tony's mind held him back from accepting what was going on. He had always been of a robust and stoic mind in the past, and he knew he couldn't just let himself become like the others. He needed to fight it, and he needed to help Vivian fight it.

"Vivian!" He paused, groaning as his mind resisted the collar's influence. "We need to fight this! We can't just give in. If we give in, they win, and our escape from the colony the other night means nothing! Think about your loved ones. You'll never see them again, maybe even forget about them completely!"

Vivian's face lost all excitement. She looked away from him, stone-faced like she was thinking. Tony thought he could see a glimmer of Vivian's regular self in her eyes, trying to stop her from what she was doing. "Vivian?" Tony inquired, needing some kind of normal response. Vivian turned her head back to Tony. For a moment, he thought he had succeeded.

Without warning, she pounced on him, rolling him onto his back. He grunted, feeling her weight compressing him. Then, she grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the cushion. Tony tried with all his might to throw her off, but it was no use.

"You're starting to sound like a bad girl." She said, aggression in her voice. "Good girls don't like bad girls, Tony, so stop fighting it. Be a good girl like me. You know, deep down, you want to." She took her hand off one of his wrists and swung it back, gently landing on his junk. "Just relax, Tony. It feels so much better to be a good girl."

She stroked his bulge through his boxers, feeling it harden. Tony's arousal was beginning to stir, and the more it stirred, the more Tony's resistance to the collar wore away. Finally, in a last-ditch effort to get away, Tony strained his body in an attempt to get free. He used his free hand to pry at Vivian's, but she slid her body up to his chest, slamming him back into the cushion.

"Bad girl!" She shouted. Those words rang in his mind like a thousand bells, especially when said so sharply. Tony relaxed, and she continued to rub his manhood. "There we go...be a good girl." Tony's drive to fight had been exhausted. His mind could no longer battle against the tide of submission.

Tony closed his eyes and thought one last time of the good memories he had experienced throughout his life. All the while, the whispers of the collar slowly grew to an inescapable storm. Then, with the last sliver of self-control, Tony gave in.

"I...I wanna be a good girl." Tony whimpered, opening his eyes, tears pooling in them. Vivian's demeanor instantly changed to its previous, cheery one.

"You do?!" She replied.

"Yes, I don't wanna be bad. I wanna be a good girl!" Tony answered, his mind overcome with a growing need to make her and their captors happy. His whole outlook on the situation abruptly changed.

"Yay!" She cheered. Her hand left his junk to caress his face. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, pulling back to see how jubilant his appearance had become.

The two giggled and rubbed their noses together, noses that were turning black. As they ran their hands over each other's bodies, their nail's narrowed into canine claws, and thin, rough pads grew on their palms and fingertips.

They ceased rubbing their noses to take turns licking at the other's face, tongues lengthening and widening. Their canines grew longer as their tongues met, eventually entering each other's mouths as they embraced in a kiss.

They wagged their tails, which they hadn't even known had grown until they felt the furry appendages flapping against the cushion. Then, their ears began their journey up the side of their heads, Vivian's turning into long, pointed triangles while Tony's turned into longer blunted triangles.

Both of them were getting so turned on. They could feel the changes spreading over their bodies, getting closer and closer to the good-girl-doggos they strived to be. Vivian felt herself getting damp. Despite his own level of arousal, Tony felt his cock getting softer. After all, good girls didn't get hard. They got wet.

Patches of fur sprouted from various parts of their skin, slowly spreading outward. Their feet grew a tad larger, nails changing and pads forming to match their hands. The two pulled away from each other to observe their changes. They looked over each other in joy-filled astonishment.

Vivian was almost completely covered in dark grey fur, with a lighter grey fur trailing down from her chin to her inner thighs. Tony's fur had the same coloration as a Shiloh shepherd, primarily black with rust-brown spots on his cheeks, chest, butt, and stomach, stretching down to his crotch. In addition, the bottom of his big bushy tail took on the same brown color.

"Doesn't this feel so good? To be a good girl?" Vivian asked Tony in an almost whimsical way. Her face cracked as it slowly extruded outward into a sharp, pointed, vulpine muzzle.

"Yeah, it feels...Amazing..." He replied in a new, very feminine voice. His face snapped as it, too, grew out into a canine muzzle. Tony looked away to check on the sudden pressure in his chest. Two mounds gradually expanded from his softened pecs. His nipples widened, ending in sensitive nubs. At the same time, Vivian's breasts grew, going from her previous C-cup to a bulky, double D. Her new cleavage shook and jiggled whenever she moved about.

Without warning, Vivian attacked Tony, jumping on top of him and joining her muzzle with his. She straddled him, pinning him down with one hand and fondling his maleness with her other. The two of them felt every detail as Tony's genitals sunk inward, cock shrinking and testes retreating inside him.

"Oh, Vivian, I'm gonna have so many puppies...." Tony moaned as he felt his man parts reshape. At that moment, it was everything he...she wanted. To be a good girl and a good breeder for the other doggos.

"We...are going to have so many puppies...You and me together, Toni...." She looked longingly into Toni's new doggo face before planting her muzzle on her partner's neck, kissing her. Her hand left Toni's smooth female mound and pinned both her hands to the cushion. She broke away from the doggo girl and shuffled herself further up to her face.

Vivian pulled her damp boyshorts down her thighs to Toni's chest. Her fresh, female musk overpowered Toni's nose, sending the submissive doggo into a daze of arousal. "Lick me, Toni. I need your sweet tongue on me so bad. I'm such a horny foxxo."

Toni happily planted her snout in Vivian's muff and lapped away at her. Drinking deep from her soaking pussy lips. Vivian moaned deep and ground her hips onto Toni's muzzle. She reached up to play with her nipples, now surrounded by fur. Toni's tongue probed her hole, tugging a gasp from the foxxo.

"Yeah, Toni. Work me just like that. That's good. good girl." Toni's tail wagged at her encouraging words. She loved being a good girl. She continued pleasing the doggo above her, ears twitching as Vivian's moans and coos filled them.

The two stayed like that for a while. Toni licked Vivian like ice cream, and Vivian rocked atop her as she rode her face. She craned her head down to look at her partner, giggling.

"Hey, Toni. Would you like to enjoy your good girl body with me? I'd love to show you what being a good girl is all about." Toni stopped what she was doing to nod her head furiously in response.

"Yes! Show me what it feels like to be a good girl!" Vivian giggled and dismounted the doggo girl. She crawled over the cushion and repositioned herself, so her tits were hanging over the girl's face, and her face was hanging above Toni's.

Her muzzle came down and took one of Toni's new, sensitive nipples in her mouth, running her long, narrow tongue over its nub. Toni shuddered and gasped, letting a soft moan out. "Follow my lead, sweetie. That's what a good girl would do." Vivian suggested.

"Yeah, I'm a good girl." Toni agreed before taking one of Vivian's nipples in her mouth. The two girls hummed in satisfaction, eventually switching to the other's nipple, creating a new, fresh set of hums. Vivian reached across to Toni's smooth crotch and rubbed her new lady parts over her boxers. Toni hummed louder into Vivian's breast, providing a greater sense of pleasure from the resonant vibrations.

Their tongues curled and flicked each other's nubs, Vivian's fingers sinking deep into the dampening fabric over Toni's crotch. Eventually, she slipped her hand under her boxers, running her furry fingers through the slick nether lips of Toni's virgin pussy.

Toni gave a sharp, muffled cry into her partner's breast, nibbling her flesh as her jaw shook from the electric feeling of having her new privates touched in such a way. Toni's lips left Vivian's body to cry uncontrollably as Vivian played with her clit. "Oh! Vivian! Oh, that feels...." She paused to let a loud moan out. "Incredible!"

"Yeah?" Vivian asked, popping her mouth free of Toni's breast. "Wanna mate?" She asked, turning her head upside down to face Toni. "We can do it the way girls do it! Until a male can come and mate with us." The way she said 'male' held such a uniquely sensual tone compared to her other, more ecstatic words. She couldn't help but picture a foxxo with a rock-hard cock.

"Yeah! Then when a...a...male mates with us, we can be properly bred!" She mimicked the way Vivian said 'male,' imagining a powerful doggo and his rigid member. The twos' minds filled with visuals of getting appropriately bred, filled with doggo and foxxo seed.

"Okay!" Vivian exclaimed. She climbed over Toni's body. Then pulled one of Toni's furry legs up to slide her own under it. She then laid her other leg over Toni's belly, drawing herself and her partner closer together until their thighs interlocked, pussies touching together. Toni grabbed Vivian's leg and pulled her toward herself. She knew what Vivian had in mind.

The two girls breathed heavily and moaned out as they ground their wet lady parts together. Once and a while, they would cry out as their clits rubbed past each other. Eventually, they propped themselves up by their arms for better leverage and looked to each other as they shared the experience. Their eyes were both half-closed, sharing lazy, lustful glances.

Their tongues hung out of their mouths, losing themselves in sapphic ecstasy, scissoring away with abandon. The whole room echoed with the pants and moans and cries as they fucked each other stupid.

"Fuck, Toni! We're being such good girls right now!" Vivian screamed.

"Yes! We're the best of girls!" Toni answered. The two of them imagined being eaten out by a very handsome doggo. In their minds, their imaginary mates primed them to breed, getting them wet and ready to accept their great, rigid members and their hot, virile seed.

They were both within inches of cumming when the door to the room opened with a *whoosh*. The two girls stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to see who was there.

In the door stood a male doggo and a male foxxo, both only wearing pants. They stepped in, and both girls stopped what they were doing to scramble onto all fours in a crouching position. The girls panted, tongues hanging out of their maws, excited at the presence of such sexy males and their intoxicating scents. Their mouths drooled in anticipation, as did their pussies.

"Hey, there, girls." Greeted the foxxo, smirk plastered across his muzzled face. "How are you two cuties doing?"

"Soooo good, master," Vivian answered, eyes running up and down his bare chest.

"We've been good girls!" Toni proclaimed. The girls wagged their tails back and forth. The two males chuckled together.

"That's good, very good. Are you two ready to be bred?" Vivian and Toni looked at each other in pure elation before turning back to their heads back to the males. They shook their heads up and down excitedly. The two males grinned. "Thought you would."

Vivian, unable to wait any longer in the presence of males, turned around. She crossed her arms and rested her upper body on them, sticking her ass high in the air and her tail even higher. She looked back at him with want in her eyes. As she presented for him, the foxxo stepped up to her and undid his pants. He took in the view and scent of Vivian's dripping pussy, licking his chops.

"Very good girl." He praised. Toni, watching, decided to do what Vivian did, yearning for the same praise. She began to turn over, but the doggo stopped her, grabbing her ankle.

"No, I like things to be a little more intimate." Toni did what she was told, staying still while the doggo undid his own pants. The two males now stood naked, their red members at full mast. The two girls licked their lips and stared, wide-eyed in wonder at their cocks.

The doggo moved in over Toni, forcing the female doggo to lay back on the cushion. Then, he climbed onto the soft foam surface and crawled overtop Toni very dominantly. She cooed to herself as such a powerful male asserted himself over her.

"Am...am I a good girl too, master?" She whimpered, feeling jealous of Vivian, being granted praise so quickly. The male looked down into her eyes, smirking before answering her.

"Of course, you are. You're the best girl." He said sweetly, even with such a gruff voice. Toni gave a short, soft gasp, and her face lit up with joy. In short order, the male craned his head forward and planted his muzzle on hers, kissing her. She opened her mouth to accept him, and the two embraced each other.

Toni arched her back and brought her hands up to caress his face. The male pulled her hips toward his own, grabbing the small of her back. At the same time, he aimed his cock at her pussy, rubbing the tip through her nether lips as he searched for her opening. Toni spread her legs in response.

Vivian had been ignoring them, focused on her own, to-be mate. She wiggled her rear end at him, making sure to sway her tail enticingly.

"Oooh. Mate with me, master, please. Fill me with pups. I want to be bred soooo, badly." She looked back at him with a hungry face, starving for his attention. A long drop of vaginal juice stringed down from her pussy. It appeared so inviting and warm. The foxxo's cock twitched, and a bead of precum lept from the tip. He looked like he was going to burst.

"Oh, man. You 'are' a good girl, aren't you?" He climbed onto the cushion by his knees. "I can tell you are going to be one of the best I've bred." Vivian giggled and turned her head back forward, awaiting the pressure of the foxxo's tip as it entered her.

The foxxo male placed one hand on her hips and, aiming his rigid cock toward her hole, pressed forward, slowly stretching her wide. He grunted while at the same time she moaned out sharply. Bit by bit, he pushed further in until he gained no more ground, filling her almost completely.

Meanwhile, the doggo male pressed into Toni's love tunnel, going slowly at first but speeding up once he got his tip inside. Toni moaned into their kiss, eyes clamped shut and brow furrowed. She wrapped her legs around the male's back as he started sliding his prick in and out of her. They broke the kiss so they could breathe and moan heavily into each other's ears.

The male foxxo had begun the same, thrusting in and out of Vivian. She cried out as she had her pussy filled over and over again. The foxxo's knot pressed against her clit with each full advance, adding to all the sensations that left her moaning like a whore.

Both males picked up the pace, panting as they railed the two breeders below them. Toni and Vivian were lost in a world all their own, feeling every inch of their master's cocks.

Toni's master lifted himself up, stopping for a moment without taking his manhood from her. Then, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her up, so her lower body was ultimately off the cushion. Toni lay, almost upside down, head next to Vivian's. She looked over at the foxxo girl while she panted away, who was unaware of the going's on around her. Toni's master continued his onslaught into her, and she moaned out.

"Damn, they're tight." The male foxxo remarked, huffing as he fucked his mate.

"Yeah, I swear this one's the best I've ever bred." The doggo growled out, eyes shut tight and hands gripping Toni's thighs.

"Shit, same here, brother." He readily agreed. His hand held onto the base of Vivian's tail like a handle. Toni reached her hand over to Vivian's face, taking her chin in her hand the best she could with the female foxxo being jostled about from her 'foxy style' pounding. Vivian opened her eyes to see Toni smiling back at her in a daze.

"Did you hear that?" Toni asked, voice quivering from the intensity of her intercourse. "We're the best girls." Vivian smiled back at her warmly, with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah...we are...." She replied lazily. Toni coaxed her chin toward her own. Their eyes shut as they leaned into each other and embraced each other in a passionate kiss.

The two males stopped their thrusts and gradually pushed their members in farther than before. Their knots stretched the two girls, and they squealed into each other's mouths. Once the knots reached past their widest circumferences, they were almost sucked inside. The two girls' squeals swapping for deep, shuddered moans.

The males continued to drill the girls the best they could with their bulbous knots inside, members forced to the very back of their love tunnels. Toni and Vivian's tongues explored their mouths, their minds miles away from any rational thoughts. All four doggos were on the verge of orgasm. The males grunted and groaned while the females cooed and moaned into each other's muzzles. A few moments more, and a tsunami of ecstasy swept over them all.

The males snarled and yipped as they came. Their cocks twitched inside the girls, unleashing torrents of hot sperm into their vaginal cavities. Toni and Vivian, however, fell silent. Their mouths split from each other and hung open, releasing soundless screams as incalculable levels of sensations wracked their whole bodies. They quivered, and their pussies contracted around the males' pricks.

While Toni and Vivian's orgasms only lasted about fifteen seconds, it felt like several hours to them. Time and space slipped away from their consciousnesses at that moment. They were in good girl paradise.

All four of them panted, trying to regain lost breath as they came down from their orgasms.

"Good...girls...very...good...girls." The foxxo praised between breaths.

"Yeah...you two were...amazing girls." The doggo added. However, the two girls were unresponsive, overcome by the roller coaster ride they had just endured. They were still panting like they had run a marathon.

All eight of their ears perked as the door slid open behind them. The two males looked behind them to see the female and the large wuff from earlier, wearing casual uniforms rather than their armor. The female waltzed in while the wuff leaned in the doorway.

"Alright, you two have had your fun with the new bitch and vixen. I need some time with them." The two males looked at her in confusion.

"How? We're both kind of tied right now." The doggo answered, referencing his knotted cock, still lodged in the females. The female scoffed and pulled the bone-shaped controller from the pocket of her pants. She slid it open with a *click* and pressed a button on its screen.

For a moment, Toni and Vivian's openings loosened just enough for the males to slide free of their cunts with a sickening *pop*. The girls moaned out as the members retreated, still nearly asleep after their ordeal. Cum streamed from their stretched holes, spilling onto the cushion. Vivian let herself fall over onto the foam surface, sighing in pure satisfaction.

"Now you aren't. Get out of here. I need to interrogate these two like the rest." The female doggo ordered.

"Now..." The wuff grumbled. The males scrambled at the wuffs word, picking up their clothes and shuffling out of the room.

"Yes, commander." They both replied, bowing their heads on the way past him. The female turned to the two spent girls. Her voice changed to a much more patronizing tone.

"Hey girls! How would you two like to be even better girls?" The two girls' ears perked toward the female at the question. Then, they sprung up with renewed energy, crouching on hands and knees.

"Yes!" They both exclaimed. "We love being good girls!" The female doggo chuckled at their eagerness.

"Good...good girls. I need something from you." She started, taking off her uniform jacket. "Well, the two of us here do." She continued pulling her undershirt off, hands going to her pants. "I need one of you to eat me out, really well. It's been a long day of capturing interlopers and putting out reactor fires. I could definitely blow off some steam." She pulled her pants off and hooked her thumbs around her white panties.

"And he..." She said, motioning toward the wuff with her head. "Needs whatever info you two have one your human base of operations. The others gave us plenty, but we'd love to get every fine detail, so we don't lose any more doggos." She stepped out of her underwear and climbed onto the bed on her knees. "So, who wants to spill the beans, and who wants to lick my bean?"

"Me!" Toni shouted. "I wanna spill the beans!" Vivian turned to the female with sultry eyes.

"I'd love to lick your bean, mistress." The female smirked knowingly.

"I thought you would. Now, lay back and let me sit on your face, girl." She commanded.

"Yes, mistress," Vivian answered submissively. She did as she was told and rolled over, panting in anticipation. The female doggo positioned herself over Vivian's face and lowered her damp pussy onto her muzzle, sighing as Vivian's tongue sprung out to lap at her nether lips.

"Good girl." She praised, then turned her head to Toni. "You, start talking." She commanded.

"Yes, mistress," Toni answered enthusiastically.

"Very good girl." The female praised. Toni giggled and turned to the wuff. She told the wuff everything she could remember of the base they had initially come from. All the while, the female doggo huffed and cooed atop Vivian's face as the new foxxo worked her long, vulpine tongue through the female's labia.

Soon, the last bastions of humanity on Artemis would be overrun, and it would be the new doggo breeders that would be its downfall.

The attack on the human's main stronghold of Artemis was swift and absolute. With the assistance of their soldier handlers, the newly changed doggo breeders managed to sneak into the base, collaring unsuspecting guards in their way. The doggo infiltrators took down the stronghold's defense cannons, and the entire base was subsequently bombarded with air-bursting canisters filled with concentrated pheromone distilled from the planet's pink flowers.

The doggos had all been given an antidote, counteracting the pheromone's intoxicating effects. Meanwhile, the garrison, who weren't, gradually fell into states of arousal or confusion. One by one, they were all collared, unable to adequately resist. Then, they were taken away to doggo camps to be changed into breeders.

With the base mostly lost, the last humans held up in the stronghold's central command center, the highest point of the base. But, as the collared doggos made their way further into the central tower, things for the humans looked ever grimmer...

Corporal Mathews ran as fast as he could down the sky bridge, toward the bulkhead doors slowly closing. He quickly glanced out the giant armor glass windows that paneled the corridor's sides. In the grounds around the stronghold, he could make out those who had been collared being led away and the newly collared struggling through the pink fog.

Behind him, he heard the giggling and the footsteps of the group of doggo breeders as they chased after him. The space between each half of the door beyond him was narrowing. The dread of not making through buzzed in his psyche. His muscles and lungs burned as he drove himself faster, adrenaline pumping through him, reeking of fear.

His heart sank as he neared the bulkhead with no chance of getting through without getting crushed between the two sides. He slowed down, his self-preservation taking over his need to escape the collared horde behind him.

He stopped suddenly, hands slamming on the metal surface. He thought about pressing his hands to the biometric scanner and opening the door, but it wouldn't open in time for him to get through. He knew he was done for. The footsteps got closer and closer, and, with a face of sheer terror, he turned around to face the group of animal-like people approaching him.

He fully expected them to rush up on him and tackle him, but they didn't. Instead, they came to a slow, then a stop, a few meters from him. They were dressed in a doggo variation of cargo pants and tank tops, but nothing else besides their pink collars. They all had warm smiles on their faces, and a lot of them panted, tongues lolling from their open maws.

"P-please, leave me alone...let me go...." He pleaded. Many doggo girls cocked their heads at his reaction. Then, a Shiloh Shepherd doggo that was Toni spoke up, growling and whining in her newly implanted language, understood by the other girls but not the corporal.

"Aww, don't be scared." She spoke directly to him, the notion of her words being lost in translation unaware to her as she talked. "We'll make you a good girl just like the rest of us. Then you'll be happy!" She extended her arm back, and the golden retriever doggo that used to be Kim handed her a collar with a giggle. Toni took it and walked toward the man, who tried futilely to slink away from her, hoping with all his might that he could just phase through the wall if he tried hard enough.

Toni got right up to him and tried to put the collar around his neck. He pushed her away suddenly, and she yipped in surprise. Once again, she pressed inward, and he tried with everything he had to keep her away, but her new doggo form was quickly able to overpower him, clasping the collar around his neck. Immediately, his hands went to the device, desperate to get it off.

Vivian stepped forward, opening a bone-shaped controller and pressing a button with her thumb. The man gradually stopped fussing about with the collar. Instead, his hands clutched his head, whispers encroaching on his mind. Then, slowly, but surely, his hands left his head and went back to his collar, squeezing it but not pulling.

"Am...am I...a good girl?" He asked, speaking to Toni. Toni's tail wagged, and her face lit up with excitement.

"Yes! Of course, you are!" She told him. His face split with a kind smile. She pulled a pink flower from her hair and held it by its stem. She blew on it, propelling its pheromone-laden pollen into his face. He inhaled its sweetness with a look of content on his face. The Doberman girl that was once sergeant Hansen walked up to the door's controls and pressed the intercom button.

"Let us in, humans. We just want to make you good girls like us." She spoke in English to the people within. Understandably, it remained closed.

"It's ok, hun. Toni and I put some love gas in the intake room. They'll be fun and horny in no time!" Vivian explained.

"But we still can't get collared. So they won't become good girls like us!" Toni whined. The rest of the doggos girls lamented sadly.

"I can open the door!" The newly collared man interjected. They all turned to look at him.

To call him a man at this point would be a bit silly. In the short time since he, or she, had been collared, he had already feminized immensely. Her hips, ass, and chest had grown to obviously womanly proportions, all straining against her green fatigues. A Shiba Inu tail curled out from her pants.

"If you open that door for us, you'd be a super good girl, I bet. The best even." Vivian mentioned in a sly yet still cheerful tone. The man turned to the scanner, a feeling of warmth spreading over him. He wanted to be a good girl so badly.

"Yes, good girls open doors." He replied. Skipping over to the door, he pressed his hand to the scanner, and a flensing column of green light ran over his palm and fingers. It chimed, and a robotic voice spoke from speakers in the ceiling.

"Access granted." It announced. And slowly, the doors opened, pink fog spilling out into the corridor.

"Good girl!" Vivian praised.

Commander Griffin watched the blast door to the command center close, sealing corporal Mathews outside. He signed in disappointment, hoping he would have made it. They needed every soldier they could get at this point, but Griffin was not willing to compromise the command center by letting even one of the aliens in.

"Corporal Kirk, lock that door from the inside immediately. I don't want him to open it if he gets desperate. We'll have to hold up here until we can contact delta fleet." He commanded.

"Yes, commander." A woman at the side of the room complied, turning to her console to lock the door for good. But, unfortunately, she stopped right before her finger could land on the touchscreen. Everyone in the room heard a sharp hiss and looked up to the air vents, where a pink mist was pouring in, falling to the floor in gentle plumes. Kirk ran from the computer banks to Griffin's raised center of the room. Everyone else followed suit, grouping together around the commander.

"Everyone, grab a gas mask!" He shouted. Everyone scrambled to the small compartments attached to the sides of the central command consoles. A few soldiers, including the commander, managed to grab one and put it on before the fog overtook them. The others were not so lucky. They coughed into their masks, having already taken in a lungful of the stuff. Those that weren't affected looked around with worry.

Those who failed to escape the cloud found themselves pulling their masks off to smell more of the pheromone's sweet scent. Their minds were suddenly clouded with lust and wants of affection. They coupled and tripled up, making out and groping each other. Some were already ripping each other's clothes off.

A few went for the rationally minded, trying to pull their masks off so they could kiss them. Some succeeded, and those who lost their masks quickly joined the others. Finally, there were five soldiers left, including the commander. They fought off the horny soldiers as the intercom rang throughout the room.

"Let us in, humans. We just want to make you good girls like us." The five were too busy keeping the lust-crazed soldiers away from them to pay any mind to the words spoken. Then, to the commander's horror, the bulkhead began to open. The daylight from the sky bridge flooded into the room as the pink fog flooded out.

The large group of aliens and a collared Mathews stood waiting with smiles and lolling tongues as it opened further. Griffin pulled his phaser pistol from his thigh holster and aimed it at the crowd. Before he could pull the trigger, a golden retriever-like alien had already fired a high-velocity, pink projectile at him. It made a crack, followed by a whistle before it hit him, clasping around his neck and knocking him back against one of his comrades.

His and the other person's gas masks were jostled free, thus being exposed to the fog. The aliens pilled into the room, running over to the fucking, sucking, and masturbating humans to collar them. Griffin's mask fell entirely off, but he didn't notice as his attention was wholly on his collar, which he tried desperately to pull off. As he struggled, he looked up to see a Shiloh Shepherd girl, sensually sashaying toward him, swaying her hips.

The commander hadn't received a full dose of pheromone due to the room ventilating from the open door. Yet he had still gotten enough for the dog woman's strut was enough to distract him from removing the collar. Instead, he stared at her, mesmerized as she got closer and closer. A dark-grey fox girl followed behind her, holding a bone-shaped device. The Shepherd girl stopped in front of him and spoke in a charming voice with a sultry tone.

"Hey, handsome, how would you like me to make you feel good before you become a good girl?" The commander's stunned stare told her all she needed to know. She smiled and wagged her tail. "Once you're a good girl like us, there'll be so many more good feelings to experience!"

"Y-yeah...suck me out, please." He practically pleaded, his mind slowly becoming overwhelmed by both the pink fog.

"Ok!" The alien yipped in excitement. She fell to her knees and undid the man's belt and fly. The outline of his hard cock already stood apparent through his fatigues, then his boxer-briefs as Toni pulled his pants down. She nuzzled his bulge with her face and sniffed it before taking the next step, removing his underwear.

The man's six-inch cock sprung free from its fabric prison. Toni immediately took to licking it with her long canine tongue. Griffin shuddered and groaned at the sensation, wholly new to him. Then, she opened her maw and slid his member into her open muzzle. He moaned out as she sucked him off in ways he had never been sucked off before.

Behind Toni, Vivian held her controller, grinning mischievously. Her thumb hit the button to begin his transformation, and his eyes shot open. Whispers of being a good girl and how to be a good girl flooded his mind. Suddenly he felt far too warm, so he discarded his jacket.

His hands and feet were the first to change, nails darkening and narrowing. Patches of fur could be seen sprouting from every exposed inch of his skin. It was coarse and shaggy, grey and white in color. His irises turned a golden yellow, and the loud cracking of his face elongating made the two girls' ears twitch.

"You'll be a good girl soon enough, commander." Vivian quipped in a cute tone.

"Yeah...I...want to be...a good girl." He looked down at Toni, sucking away. She looked back up at him and smiled the best she could with her mouth full, blinking her eyelashes at him.

"You're gonna make so many wuff pups," Vivian added. She pressed another button, and the commander's chest began ballooning out. He moaned in a new, feminine voice as they grew larger and larger, stopping at an E-cup. His undershirt strained as the new flesh filled it to comical levels. The cracking of his face was joined by the cracking of his entire body. He grew in size and height, form bulking in muscle and becoming curvier.

Toni had to crane her head upward to reach Griffin's cock as he grew taller. His cock, which was starting to shrink, inch by inch. His ears lengthened and crept up the side of his head, ending in canine points. His nose blackened, and his teeth grew to fill in the space now provided by his vast muzzle.

A large, bushy tail shot out from his ample, round behind, growing with lightning speed, then wagging as he continued to enjoy Toni's mouth. His boots burst, revealing his large, furry feet, making him an exceptional runner. Three more pairs of nipples appeared on his stomach. He could feel them under the stretched fabric of his shirt.

Soon, Toni could suck no longer, licking instead as Griffin's member shrunk down to a nub, settling in the folds of new, wet pussy flesh, reforming from his now empty sack. Finally, the skin parted, becoming her labia, and that was that. Griffin was now a fully fertile wuff female.

"Now you're a good girl, just like us," Vivian said. She sauntered over and took one of Griffin's breasts in her mouth, causing her to moan freely. Toni licked away at the new wuff's pussy, sucking her clit when she could. Griffin stood there with the foxxo hanging off her tit and the doggo lapping at her wet pussy. It all felt so delightful.

"Would you like to be an even better girl?" A gruff voice came from right in front of the new wuff. The doggos' own wuff commander was standing in his composite armor. "You two." He barked. Toni and Vivian's heads snapped toward the commander. "Off!" The two did as commanded and backed away from the new wuff, standing silently.

The wuff stepped up to Griffin and reached out, caressing her chin in his furry hand. "Ready to be a good girl for me?" He asked as smoothly as his gruff voice could be.

"Yes! Yes, master!" Griffin answered, panting and wagging her giant tail.

"Good. Now be a good breeder and present for me." He smirked.

"Yes, master." She peeled her tight shirt off and kicked her pants, undies, and boot scraps away. Then, she turned around, crouching down so she could get on her hands and knees. Then, lifting her tail, she presented her slavering, wet pussy to him. Her scent filled his nostrils, and his member tightened in his armor.

After pressing a button on his armor's forearm, his codpiece whirred, then came loose. He pulled it off with one hand and set it on the console next to him. His foot-long canine cock bobbed free, and he crouched behind her, chuckling to himself.

"Time to make you a 'real' good girl." He grabbed his cock and rubbed it through her labia, finding her hole.

"Yes, I wanna be a good girl, master. Please, fill me with your pups!" She moaned out like a whore.

"Oh, I will, bitch." With that, he lurched forward, sliding into her fat, wuff pussy. Her cries of ecstasy deafened the sounds of others in the command center. He turned his head to Toni and Vivian, who stood watching them, trying their hardest not to play with themselves. "You two." Their ears perked as he addressed them again.

"Yes, master?" They replied.

"Come here and help me break this bitch in." The two wagged their tails at his order and held their clenched together hands to their chests.

"Yes, master! Of course!" They exclaimed. The two doggos crowded around the wuff girl. Toni stood in front of the moaning wuff and guided her face up between her legs. Griffin lapped at her sweet pussy with her new, canine tongue, causing Toni to replace the wuff's moan with her own.

Vivian got down on her back, slid under the former commander, and began sucking the girl's hanging tits. Her hands played with the wuff's unsucked nipple, tweaking it between her fingers. Griffin shivered at the sudden stimuli.

Toni's hands were cupped around the wuff's ears. She ground Griffin's muzzle into her lady parts, rubbing her nose on her clit. The male wuff continued pounding away mercilessly, grunting and growling like a feral beast.

Mathews watched them while leaning over one of the command consols. She had entirely changed into a Shiba Inu-like doggo. Her massive breasts cushioned her upper body, and her tongue lolled out of her open maw while another female doggo ate her out from behind.

Moans and grunts filled the space around the four doggos. The entire command center had become a maddening orgy of various doggo breeders and newly altered breeders. The sweet scent of the pink pheromones had dissipated, and all that remained was the dank aroma of musk.

The humans within were the last humans on Artemis to be turned. Every person on the planet had been changed into a breeder for the doggos. Only a rare few had gone willingly, seeing it as a life with pleasure, without worry. Of course, most had it forced on them, but once they had become doggos, they were thoroughly and happily bred. All would serve the doggos as the doggos willed, given pampered lives to continue the doggo race.

As the once commander Griffin was mated by her new commander and father to their pups, the planet Artemis officially became part of the Doggo Empire. A breeder world.