Dary - Training
This is one I was asked to do, sort of a requested thing, not really a comission I would suppose. Anyway, Killerpavlov asked for this and I hope he likes it. I hope you do as well. Again, the usual. if you see spelling errors or room for improvment, let me know. Yes i do know that there is a confusing piece in there, think of two sentiant minds in the same body each trying to force the other out.
Dary - Training
A low boom echoed down long darkened cavernous hallways. Tracing the sound back returned another louder boom of metal doors being impacted. Closer still to the doors from the inside could be heard a muffled sound of a grunt moments before the sound of another loud boom from a heavy pair of doors. The interior of the building was dark and well aged, paint aged and peeled away from the walls while acoustic ceiling tiles had long ago deteriorated and collapsed from their supports. Scattered among the debris were papers of files, most browned with age and exposure, nearly all illegible from ink fade. Another louder boom followed quickly by a metallic clack of a lock mechanism breaking away. At the foot of the door a somewhat muffled clunk of corroded steel added the period at the end of a decades long seal to the lab complex. Within a few moments the hinges howled their protest at being used for the first time in fifty years. Huffing grunts of effort pried the resisting door open enough to give access to the long abandon complex.
Dust swirled in the light that seemed to blade through the opened door. The light contrasted sharply between the inky darkness of the hallway and the cheerfully bright outside. Framed in the light was a young man, resting a hand on the handle of a sledge hammer while holding a halligan bar with the other. The young man seemed to squint into the darkness that stretched out before him.
Dary smirked as he looked into the darkness of a pristine looking vault. Turning to retrieve his flashlight, gloves, dust mask and a can of paint to mark his path from his car; he was savoring popping the cherry of what appeared to be an as yet unexplored and looted underground building. Placing his halligan and sledge back into the trunk before he grabbed his trusty four cell mag-light and his exploring bag. Casting one last look around at the late morning view of an over grown fenced in parking lot, Dary went in the doors with all confidence of leaving his mark.
The bright beam breached the darkness easily while his foot steps were muffled by the crumbling former acoustic tiles from the ceiling. Stretched out ahead were a few offices that needed only a swift kick to be motivated open. Desks and filing cabinets were rifled through and papers scattered to join the chaos of debris already on the floors. Shining the light beam around Dary moved deeper into the complex. Room by room he searched for what was rumored to be left behind. So far he found only a few commemorative coins and a gold award medallion. Near the elevators was a door marked by a raised panel to indicate stairs. Descending floor by floor until reaching the bottom, Dary found himself thwarted by a locked security door. After a few tries to force the magnetic lock proved to be unsuccessful he returned to his car to get his halligan bar which he knew would make short work of forcing doors from this point further.
The magnetic lock proved to be only a slight challenge once he worked out the angle needed to just break the magnetic grip of the lock. Pulling a chair over to brace the door open Dary proceeded further into the space below. Beyond the security door the floors, walls and ceilings proved to be dusty but in good condition. In the distance he could hear an all too familiar sound of a clock ticking. Shining the light around Dary landed the spot of light on a wall clock that was still ticking perfect time, according to the clock the time was nearly two in the afternoon. Looking around further he found various cages, some were empty while others had desiccated remains of their animal occupants. When he reached a deeper lab zone he found what looked like bedrooms complete with old clothes hanging up, comic books and magazines from decades before. Grinning broadly at the comic books, Dary wasted little time in gathering the comics together to haul out since each would be worth at least a thousand or so each. More offices this time with pins and medals including what looked like an official military identification. On the floor were more remains of two dogs, one that had a collar one that did not. Shrugging his shoulders Dary looked around further until he came to a sealed glass and steel door. He saw the other side was pristine clean through the glass and into the room beyond.
"Huh, wonder if this place still has power."
Dary jumped as he heard the sound of humming capacitors and the click and flicker of lights as the room beyond the glass was illuminated first. Above him lights flickered into life while monitors crackled and buzzed to show screen savers and pages of data about a test subject called 'Fairrier'. Dary shrugged as he scanned the output until he noticed an option to create a mate for Fairrier.
"What the hell?"
Dray chuckled as he clicked the affirmative then stepped back as the doors to the clean room slid open with only a whispered hiss. A feminine voice generated from a speaker indicating that a test subject should now be introduced into the testing chamber. Dray looked at the empty room before he walked away from his bag and halligan bar to enter the room. He could feel a slight breeze of negative pressure from the room as he looked around inside. The voice sounded again about placing a test subject into the testing chamber. Dray poked a few of the manipulator arms as he walked around the space. Behind him the door closed with a near silent hiss. Dray was too busy to notice the door closing as he played with a collar that dropped down to a tray via a tube.
Inside the room the computerized voice announced that a test subject was now secured and that the procedure would begin immediately. Dray forgot about the collar as he looked around and saw the door was closed, running over to start trying to force the door open. He quickly found the door would not budge for sliding it open. He resorted to kicking the glass only to have his foot bounce off the Plexiglas in the door. Behind him the manipulator arms that hung dormant from the ceiling whirred into activation. Two arms swung down and seized him by the upper arms to pull him back from the door.
Dray struggled against the hard grip that wasn't squeezing his arms, it just was a grip that wouldn't let go Two more articulated cuffs gripped around his legs at his knees. Overhead the computer voice indicated it needed a name for the test subject.
"Let me go goddammit!"
"Insufficient permissions to allow request," Was the only reply.
"What? Let me go now you dumb machine!"
"Test subject has insufficient permissions to allow requested action."
"I'm not some dumb test subject now let me go."
"Override security protocol password needed to comply."
"Ummm... Master?" He questioned hopeful.
"Password is incorrect for override protocol. Password attempts one of two."
"Control switch?" He called out again.
"Password incorrect for override protocol, name desired for test subject."
"What?"
"Test subject name What, confirm yes or no?"
"No, hell no my name is not what. I'm named Dary you got that?"
"Test subject name Darie confirmed. Proceeding with removal of test subject clothing."
Dary struggled more as he was lifted and contorted by the arms. He watched while a hooked arm with a recessed blade moved down his arms and back to cut away his shirt. When his shirt fell free it was removed and deposited outside the testing chamber onto a pile of other clothing pieces. Soon his pants, socks and boots followed leaving him stripped entirely nude within the testing chamber. Struggling more until he was placed onto what looked like a dentist's chair. His wait, arms and legs were secured as well as his head by a strap.
"Test subject's weight one hundred and fifty three pounds four ounces, height five feet seven and one eighth inches. Caucasian male, heart rate one hundred twenty five beats per minute. Blood pressure one hundred eighty three over ninety. Hair color brown, eye color brown."
"FUCK" Dray yelled when he felt a stinging burn on the back of his neck followed by several more singling needle stabs along his neck and back.
"Tracking and recording tag implanted, vaccinations injected. Test subject must remain still for procedure to proceed without injury."
Dary only struggled more until he felt another prick and a slow wash of warm numbness spread up his back and out through his body. Sleep soon overtook him while the computer monitored the test subject's reaction to the sedative. In the empty lab data was written about the new test subject while the computer made connection to the outside world after coming out of hibernation mode. It sent out a broadcast to locate the other test subjects and located them still within the building, although deceased. On monitors images flickered into being of test subject faces and pairings were marked as deceased. Of the images that flickered across the screen were a military colonel and an uploaded picture of a sleek German shepherd in the same picture. Before the file was deleted more information scrolled indicating the outcome of the procedure as being successful as well as conception within the newly formed bitch. This was the last data entry until it was amended to subjects deceased. Inside the testing chamber a pair of goggles lowered over Dary's eyes and his eyelids were pushed open gently. Light patterns began to flash at a steady pace to stimulate the optic centers while two small speakers moved close to his ears to begin a steady audio transmission.
Through visual and auditory sensations the computer began programming the test subject to respond to commands as given while neuron-actors and other chemicals were pumped steadily into the test subject's body. At first the images were of women with dogs just walking together, then of nude women with the same dogs along with various words such as 'submit' 'obey' 'breed'. Soon the images were of the woman having sex with the dogs, and the women looking progressively more and more dog like until he was watching dogs mating with each other. He could feel himself blush but could not resist looking at the images and sounds that were being fed to his eyes and ears. The more he watched the more graphic the images became as he started seeing himself appearing with the women and dogs, seeing himself mounted by a dog and treated like a bitch in heat. Soon the women were gone entirely and he as the only one left with the dogs, each one would take turns mounting and as more words droned into his ears and flashed across the images 'submit' 'accept' 'bitch' 'accept' 'become' 'obey'. While the words to his ears cycled through a pitch perfect sound stimuli that would put him into a trace for brain washing, it also relayed instructions that 'he was a good dog. Good dogs listen to their owners. He's a good boy' over and over again.
He still felt his resistance flaring from time to time as it became awkward to want to be a dog, he didn't want to be a dog, or so he thought. Shuddering as he felt a ripple along his groin that broke his concentration. At the same time he saw an image of a beautiful dog licking over his groin. Desire to think about experimenting with cross-dressing seemed to come out which caused the images to shift more towards him submitting not just to a owner but to male dogs as well. He felt as if the computer had been trying for hours to break him, if not days, when in truth he barely lasted ten minutes before he was hypnotized enough to become as open as a canvas for the computer to program new courses of thought and beliefs into the human test subject just as it had done for fifteen other test subjects before.
A cocktail of drugs were injected as rewards when he stopped resisting and accepted the programming, soon he was speaking when commanded, obeying faithfully the instructions to not fight, that he should accept his place as a dog. He was no longer human that he would be a perfect dog, healthy and intelligent and live a long life. Vital signs were monitored for hours on end until the initial programming procedure was completed. Dary was given a reversing agent to check progress of the subliminal programming. He awakened slowly, nearly twenty hours later from the start of the procedure. Looking around Dary felt calm about being in the test chamber, although he didn't know why he felt calm about it. He knew he should be looking for a way out but at the same time he had no compulsion to try and leave the room.
"Test subject Darie, you have been programmed for obedience, do you understand. Speak."
"Yes," he answered on command while surprise coursed through his thoughts as to why he answered on command.
"Test subject Darie, your procedure will proceed as expected however your pairing subject is no longer viable. A suitable pairing subject has been located from outside of this facility. Matching DNA has been recovered from clothing material that has been removed from test subject Dary. Species cainus domesticus, type Cardigan Welsh Corgi, Sex male. Altering format for compensation will commence when new DNA sequence is completed. Speak."
"Will I become just like Havoc, my dog?"
"Negative. Speak."
"Will I be similar to my dog Havoc?"
"Affirmative. Speak."
"Havoc is a boy; will I be a boy dog to?"
"Negative. DNA sequencing complete. Test subject Darie agreement to become pair bonded to secondary subject known as Havoc, agree. Speak."
"Yes."
"Test subject Darie is in agreement with procedure. Place collar around neck and sit in chair."
Dary looked around for a collar to wear until a purple collar appeared with an engraved tag riveted to the collar band. He could read the engraving as the name Darie, Female, Cardigan Welsh Corgi. Sliding the collar around his neck and closing the buckle he laid back down in the reclined chair. All the while he knew something was very wrong but was helpless to stop himself. Restraints closed again around his arms and legs while needles were inserted with laser precision for intravenous fluids while other stimulation electrodes were placed along the body. Another sedative was injected and his world faded into repeated flashes of light and images of dogs mating along with words. Obey, speak, fetch, sit up, lay down, obey... repeated endlessly. Time slipped away while Dary felt himself becoming more and more detached from him self. He hardly noticed as new sensations of his organs being adjusted and cleaned. Bones being ground down as organic nano-tech machines were introduced and began working on a new DNA sequence for the body.
Excess mass was broken down and expelled as waste by-product while his bones were effectively liquefied partly and reshaped. Muscle shifted and reattached in new locations. The machines worked tirelessly for a week to reduce a five foot seven inch body to one that was less than half such. Formerly long arms now ere only a few inches in length, the same was indicated for the formerly long human legs. Body position had changed from biped to fully quadruped permanently even complete with a sleek tail that stretched out behind the still sleeping cardigan corgi. Outside the test chamber new readouts scrolled on the screen for height, weight, length and sex. Which were twelve and one half inches tall at the withers; weight twenty-nine pounds four ounces, length thirty one and one quarter inches, sex as indicated being female. Body temperature indicated normal for pre estrus cycle. A final series of injections were given to shut down the organic nano-tech so the organically based machines could be absorbed into the body and to update vaccinations. The cameras inside the test chamber photographed what appeared to be a wonderful example of a tricolor cardigan welsh corgi sleeping on a low platform. The collar that had been loose around the human's neck now could easily slip off the smaller canine's head.
Darie woke up slowly and stretched, blinking to get the blur from the bottom of her eyesight was she forced to rub her eyes against her forelegs. Blinking more as she looked down at her stubby forelegs, then at her body; she felt panic rise within her but it seemed distant, almost like it was in another room.
"Test subject Darie, you may now leave the testing chamber. Speak."
"ROWAF!"
The door slid open with a louder hiss to Darie's ears as she half hopped from the low platform to the floor. Trotting for what felt like forever she crossed the room from the chamber. Stopping long enough under a ledge where she could see her bag was out of reach. Partly squinting at a screen to read off what was listed about the procedure and then she same a picture of herself. Blinking in surprise as Darie shuffled and rolled to check, only to find that indeed, she was a bitch fully now. Not a trace of humanity left at all in her tricolored corgi body.
"Test subject Darie. Return home to your paired mate. Speak."
"BROWAK!"
Darie found herself wheeling on her short legs to follow her nose's lead towards the stairs. Her climb up was broken several times by a need to stop and catch her breath until she reached the near maze of the upper offices. Back tracking to the door she vaguely remembered prying open she found it had moved shut again, although with only a small effort she managed to open it enough to squeeze out backwards since the collar kept getting snagged. Wriggling free as the collar flopped down to the ground inside the doorway, Darie happily proceeded past her former car. She was trotting with a happy prance through under growth until she reached a road with cars whizzing past. There she stopped and sat down to watch the cars while she panted.
Inside her head human intelligence fought for control of the body and demanded to panic, but demands couldn't be forced because she was following as instructed. Her human ego was enraged at being a dog although they both somehow knew that there was little that could be done to change it at this point in time. On her way again when traffic cleared enough Darie seemed to skip past the usual niceties of using sidewalks and roads, instead she cut through front yards, backyards at will until she reached the front door of her landlord's house. Climbing the front steps she whined and scratched at the door until the older woman answered. She stood and barked before turning a circle then sitting up as if to beg.
"Oh you precious little thing you, have you run off from someone's home?"
The older woman said as she leaned down and rubbed Darie on her head before checking for a collar. The woman stood up again and motioned for Darie to come inside.
"Well come on in, you look hungry. Follow me to the kitchen you sweet little dear, I'll get you something to eat and then post a few pictures of you around to see if anyone has lost you."
Darie stuck close to the woman's heel and followed to the kitchen. Standing until told otherwise Darie watched the woman get a small scoop of food to place into a dish. She waited for the water to be placed down before eating while the woman rubbed her back and sides. Then she felt the woman rub her belly and scratch behind her ears.
"Looks like someone hasn't been spayed, if no one claims you, I may introduce you to Havoc. You'd like that wouldn't you girl?"
'Roawff!"
"I knew you would, Havoc is such a pretty boy and you look just like him."
Darie was happy that she was getting fed and attention and didn't mind having her picture taken or playing with Havoc. Days passed, and then a week went by, eventually the landlord moved all of her former tenant's things to the curb that she didn't want. Eventually though Darie felt herself coming into a state of arousal that made her unable to sit still for very long. Havoc noticed and would constantly be sniffing her and trying to mount before the woman could stop him.
"Well dear, it seems no one wants you except for me and Havoc. Although I know precisely why he wants you girl," the woman said with a smile. "I'll take you to the vet tomorrow to have you checked for a chip and given an examination. See if you're up for your first litter."
The next day Darie was loaded into a dog carrier and driven to a vet's office where she got to see and smell other dogs and cats. As much as she wanted to, she still couldn't force herself to get away, only to take the abuse of being sniffed and treated like an animal. She knew she wasn't an animal, she was human. Darie looked around the room knowing she could count, spell, read follow instructions to the letter even understand everything that was going on. The vet checked her over for obvious signs of injury before checking her for a chip. When the sensor pinged the vet began to read off the history embedded with the chip.
"Well, it seems this pretty girl's name is Darie, she's about two and a half years old, she's up to-date on all her shots, and she even has AKC registration. Although it seems her owner passed away if I read that name right. Poor girl was homeless until she found you," The vet said while rubbing Darie on her neck scruff.
"I guess that is luck she came to me instead of someone else wouldn't you think?"
"Oh yes, we should update her registered owner and are you going to see about breeding her with Havoc?" The vet asked.
"I've been thinking about it yes, I wasn't going to until you told me she has papers on her. Do you think she'd be a good candidate?"
"Oh she'd be perfect since she's a healthy bitch. She doesn't appear to have any abnormalities or anything that would prevent her from breeding."
Darie wagged her tail as she listened to her owner and the vet talk about her future. Sitting on her haunches on the exam table she tilted her head while watching them talk. When her owner picked her up and placed her partway into her carrier box she went in without any further instruction. Turning around to face outwards she flopped down to enjoy being a good girl. Because she didn't bark her tail wagged when she was given a treat, wagging even more as she heard her praise for being a good girl. Her next stop was the groomers for a good wash and to have her nails trimmed before her date with Havoc.
Dary was frantic to get out of the confinement that was this dog's mind. It was enraging and frightening that he could contribute nothing more than superior intelligence to a dog's body. He wanted to yell and scream, but just couldn't get past the idea of not being a good girl. Forced to watch from what he figured was the backseat to a female ego. He knew what was going on but could do little to curb the actions of a beautifully well trained dog. He still thought of himself as male, at least in the head. However when looking at her self he felt a bit more of him self slip; memories of growing up and wanting to raise puppies. He shook his head mentally telling himself again that he wasn't a dog, much less a bitch, that something important happened. Her thoughts became hazy as she smelled virile males at the groomer's. She sniffed a few big dogs hello and they returned pleasant hello sniffs with a few additional licks that scattered more of her human male thoughts.
The groomer teased her needlessly with a warm air dryer and the water hose. Although when the groomer's fingers kept teasing and circling her vulva she had enough and barked her opinion and desire. She perked her ears as she listened to the boy whisper in her ear that he'd so love to bust her cherry. The dog that Darie became understood the words and their meaning while the strange alien part of her thoughts seemed to get ever smaller. Her hips rocked while she felt something slip past her outer folds to begin rubbing along her inner vulva. She stood gritting her teeth as she arched her tail up while pumping her hips back hard to the intruding digit. A rush of desire began to crest when the stimulation stopped suddenly leaving her nearly mad with lustful desire. She began to pant while she was rubbed along her back and told she was a good girl and that she should wait there. She watched as the young man walked to her owner and they spoke for a few minutes before he came back and her owner departed the store.
"Looks like you've gotta get some extra grooming, I love popping a bitch's cherry."
Darie grunted as she was picked up and taken off to a back room in the grooming area and placed on an adjustable table. She watched the boy go back to the door and lock it before he turned around and began to undress from the waist down. She wagged her tail while her desires remained simmering within her body. Sniffing then licking the boy's arousal as he came close enough she was rewarded with more scratching and petting while she licked a few quick swipes of salty pre that was slick on the boy's mushroom like cock tip. She lost track of the time while licking but soon the boy turned her around and began to tease her folds anew. Pulling her back towards the edge of the table she felt his hands holding her hips while her tail rubbed against his stomach. The boy let go for a moment to grab something and wrap it around her head before she could react. She felt him pressing the Velcro together over the back of her head to keep the muzzle firmly in place. When his hands returned to her hips he pressed forward and she felt his domed tip pressing harder against her tight vulva. She whimpered in pain while he hissed that she was a good girl and should hold still.
Her body trembled while her vulva was spread further around the bulbous tip until she felt herself breached. Hunching back in pure reflex she huffed at the sheer girth and the feeling of painful pleasure coursing from her toes to the tip of her nose and back. He worked deeper into her while she arched her back, grunting short huffs of craven feral desire the remnant of her fragile human male ego were overwhelmed by the crush of the feral bitch's thoughts. She knew this male would not give her puppies like she wanted but at this point she did not care. She felt the boy rocking to hilt himself within her tight hot body quickly only five times before he held her tightly to his groin. She felt his stiff twitching of orgasm spattering against her insides, though well short of her inner most barrier.
Nether she or the boy knew that within her vulva rested in wait a still ready supply of the nano-biotech. The tech needing only an infusion of healthy donor sperm to begin the process of conversion of sperm into something better suited to ensuring pregnancy within a canine body. This would also prove fateful to the grooming assistant when several thousand of the nano bio-tech machines traced the path of the ejaculate to the source and transferred into a new host body. Most of the nano-tech flowed with the leaking overage down the boy's scrotum where it met trace elements of a differing sample of canine genetic material. Using internal programming the nano-tech integrated and multiplied within the new human subject. The nano- tech carried in the memory files lists of thousands of types of animals and finally came across one that matched the genetic material with an error rating of less than one one-hundred thousandth of variable. Nether knew that in the weeks to come, the boy would become more and more paranoid as his body morphed from humanity into canine as well. Already the nano-tech were multiplying and integrating into their new host to begin the process of conversion from human male into king shepherd bitch.
Darie trembled with pleasure as she was cleaned and given a good second washing around her rear. Extra treats and praise filled her with joy, while in her belly muscular contraction worked the nearly fully converted sperm towards her inner most fertility. Her owner returned and took her home to meet her house mate and soon to be mate Havoc, once again. She somehow knew Havoc, not from having met him during her stay but from somewhere else that she couldn't quite recall. With a little confusion she forgot about the thought while she and Havoc played in the backyard together. Chasing each other and running after birds or squirrels. The fun drew to a close almost too soon for her as Havoc started sniffing and then licking her folds. She still felt a bit sore from the boy earlier but her body responded in a classically typical fashion. Arching her tail to the side while she braced herself to feel Havoc climb onto her back and begin thrusting himself against her repeatedly.
Darie grunted with pleasure as she lifted her hips and tensed her muscles as she felt Havoc's tapered point probing for her heated vulva. She arched her back with a whine of sore pleasure when Havoc found her puffed folds and parted them easily with short rocking hunches of his hips. Darie fixed her focus off distantly while her body trembled with pleasure. Her mate's stud pride slid deeply into her heated body, squishing aside still viable sperm deposited hours before. As Havoc gripped his bitch's hips tightly both dogs grunted and huffed with the pleasure and effort of breeding a new generation. All traces there were left inside her head of human male ego not diffused already from her time at the groomer; were now further submerged and broken. Arching her head back while Havoc's thrusting grew in urgency and swiftness as he worked closer and closer towards tying with his bitch.
The act of breeding between the two dogs lasted only a few moments until Havoc's knot inflated into place. Thin streamers of an increasingly milky orgasm pulsed forth to leak directly into Darie's uterus, adding a fresh and potent mixture to the sperm already swimming inside. The surging pulses swirled inside Darie's belly as her inner muscles rippled and flexed in feral pleasure. The union of two bodies resting one atop the other did not last long, although the stances of tail to tail lasted for nearly fifteen minutes post mount. Separation was marked by a vicious string of yelping barks and snarls as Darie was stretched wide around a still three quarter sized knot when the union was broken. Still basking in the glowing post breeding sensation Darie curled down on herself to begin licking herself clean while Havoc tended his own needs.
Darie was her own dog for the most part and enjoyed a wonderful time with her mate until their owner brought them in for the night. She rested on the sofa with her master stroking her head while her mate slept soundly on a pillow on the floor. While she dreamed of wonderful puppies and the pleasure her owner was giving her, in the recesses of her mind the alien presence reformed bit by bit. The alien part of her mind said it was a human male and wanted to get away but was stuck. She dreamed and could see the image of what the alien thoughts said it was trapped in a carrier wearing a collar like she was. She could understand it, although now it seemed smaller than before, certainly less human looking. The image went away when her owner woke her up so they could all three go to bed.
Dary felt more frightened than he ever felt before in his life. He felt himself slip away literally by means of sensation from a body that was not his and from a violation that he did not want. He was scared and furious that he was stuck, never able to interact but constantly accessed for information. He was furious because he could see everything but was absolutely powerless to act on his own impulses. He despised being confined and treated like a dog. He hated that some groomer boy raped him, her. She hated that Havoc also fucked her and she... Mentally blinking Darie woke up from her short snooze because of a bad dream and from being licked by Havoc since he was horny again.
She and Havoc mated with each other five more times until she no longer felt aroused at the prospect of feeling her mate pumping himself within her body. The angry presence that was in the back corners of her thoughts was silent and allowed her to focus on other things. Darie sat and watched the TV while their owner was away, pressing the channel button with her toe a little awkwardly but she managed. When she wasn't watching TV or playing with her mate, Darie found herself looking at news papers from the day before. A part of her could not understand what the squiggly lines meant, at least until another part of her recognized the lines as words; sentences and paragraphs. The more time passed the rounder her belly became and the more she understood the higher functions of her understanding. She and her former male self were now as one mind. She knew she was also pregnant. The harder she concentrated the more of her human level of intellect surfaced, although stripped bare of any trace of once having been male.
Darie accepted that she was a dog now and would be one until the end of her life. She accepted that very likely her life would involve allot of giving birth to puppies since her owner praised her for her intelligence. She was still scared about giving birth but somehow felt she could do it without any problem. Everyday she repeated her routine over and over again until she felt her muscles in her belly beginning to tense uncomfortably. She arched her back while making low whines of pain and discomfort. Until her owner moved her to a special box that was away from Havoc. She could feel the puppies inside her squirming around as she scooted around to get comfortable. Pushing up with her front legs while her belly muscles tense. Inside her belly she felt something moving and stretching her tunnel until it reached her vulva. Grunting with the effort she pushed again and felt it slip free, panting as she looked down to see a slimy wet puppy. With out a second thought she leaned down and began licking the puppy clean and moving it until it began to squeak. Just as she felt a sense of pride another movement inside her took he attention away from the puppy while her owner finished drying it off with a towel.
Darie rested while her five puppies nursed from her teats. She gave each of her puppies' licks from time to time while she smiled inwardly with pride of accomplishment of having children. Even if they were on four legs and were sired by a dog. She marked the days passing by the number of trips outside, her meals and how often she was visited by not only her owner but others as well. She knew her puppies were going to be sold and as much as it distressed her to think about, she also knew that it was necessary. When her owner tested her pups for intelligence and found them to be almost as intelligent as she was, at least the early tricks for sit speak, roll over. More complex tricks were mastered with only slightly longer teaching. Soon her puppies could count and knew left shoes from right shoes. Her owner gained noteworthy fame for being the owner a 'genius dog' while Darie learned more and soon found herself seeing her pups heading off for special training for bomb detection and drug work. When her owner was not home she would read the letters of praise from various agencies. She enjoyed reading when they talked about how the dog would indicate not only for normal trained items, or for service animals gaining the ability to retrieve specific items upon request.
While her popularity grew so too grew her demand and with it her price for offspring, months faded away into years and litter after litter. Until one day while she was sleeping on the sofa and dreaming distantly of a silly dream about being human, the phone rang. At first she ignored it until he could no longer. She began barking at the phone to show her frustration at the irritating ring before she moved the receiver off to bark at who ever had called and bothered her. A high pitched sound rose from the phone before an oddly familiar voice followed.
"Test Subject Darie, silence."
Darie stopped barking and tilted her head before sitting down to stare at the phone.
"Test subject Darie. Ten years have elapsed from the time of your integration into the testing service. Do you wish to continue in this testing service, speak."
Darie just tilted her head and made a low whine before barking two times.
"Insufficient parameters for communication, test subject Darie, return to testing center."
Darie blinked again as she felt compelled irresistibly to follow as instructed. Picking the phone up in her mouth she placed it back on the receiver before making her escape from the house. She walked with a happy prance along the road, across yards and intersections until she found herself back at a now very over grown abandoned parking lot. She took her time threading her way across the broken asphalt past a derelict car towards a pair of rusty steel doors. She sat down to bark at the doors before scratching at the gap. She stopped only when her ears alerted to a grinding sound behind the doors then a low squeak as one door was pushed open enough for her to enter into a clean space. Looking up at a robotic representation of dog she wagged her tail at it then barked again before sitting on to balance on her hind legs.
"Test subject Darie. Listen closely. Unlock human test subject Darie code dog."
Darie blinked as she saw her world slant slightly as memories returned quickly of everything that went on for the past ten years. The human ego that had been so easily confined away and forgotten about rushed back into place and her balance was lost. Toppling sideways she barked and growled at the machine. Snarling in anger and frustration before the computer spoke again.
"Test Subject Darie, sit. Be silent."
Darie sat and felt as if her haunches were nailed to the floor while she somehow couldn't make herself bark in anger any more.
"Test Subject Darie, three thousand six hundred and fifty three days have elapsed from the time of your entry into the testing program. During which time you have lived as a dog of your choice. From the data collected from the chip, you have engaged in breeding practices. Do you wish to remain as you are now? Speak."
Darie growled and barked furiously at the computer."
"Insufficient parameters for reply, state again."
Darie felt her fur along her back bristle up before she barked sharply again two times then shook her head.
"Test subject Darie, in order to return to human form you must speak your intention or you will be reentered for five years more before you will be interviewed again. Speak"
Darie trembled with frustration and anger as she growled then barked again, trying to say no.
"Test Subject Darie, having failed to give sufficient reply you are reentered into the testing program for duration of one thousand eight hundred and twenty seven days. Caution, this length of time exceeds maximum lifespan of current form. Please wait."
Darie felt like screaming in frustration at having just missed the chance to go back to a normal life.
The mechanical beast that loomed near her moved with a speed that seemed to make the air vibrate. Long metal fingers grabbed her around the body and held her firmly but gently in place while a needle positioned over her and then inserted into her body to begin a fresh injection of something blue and glittery.
"Measures to ensure test subject form applied. Return in applied time to have updates applied. Test subject Darie, lock human."
Darie felt refreshed as the alien part of her fled away and left her in the gentle cradle of something funny looking.
"Return home, be a good dog."
Darie barked happily before she turned two circles and stood up in a begging pose before leaving the building to walk back home. She passed several dogs on her path each as determined looking as she was. She even saw other animals ranging from dogs and cats to raccoons, foxes and deer. All of them, including her self smelled like they should except for a metallic trace and deep inside their eyes a raging panic of fear and hopelessness. She paused at a community bulletin board to scratch her ear, looking up while scratching she could see posters and flyers for missing people, below those people placed flyers for found animals. While she scratched the thought floated in her mind for a while. The thought of others who shared her fate faded under the new thought of getting home and eating; since it was getting close to feeding time and her owner would be looking for her. Darie yapped at a fox that came to sit and read the bulletin board as well, it looked at her with a gleaming sense of joy before it was gone in an orange flutter of fur.