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It was the absolute perfect night, and Sherman wasn't going to waste it as he and his best friend Rafe hung out in a local pizza joint. It was Sherman's eighteenth birthday, and the pair had just graduated a few days prior. Rafe was a bird anthro, and often flaunted around Sherman as he was able to fly himself home (with a license of course) while Sherman was contained to driving himself around. Tonight was Sherman's night though, and Rafe was just happy sitting with his canine friend.

Sherman was a golden retriever anthro, and he was one good looking guy. His eyes were twin sapphires that glistened even at night, and his body while lithe could outrun even some top tier runners in the local cross country teams. As Rafe took a sip of his cola he glanced over at Sherman who was slobbering over a cute waitress a few tables away; her ass was in the air as she bent over to pick up a dropped plate. "Hey, Sherman," Rafe said, a smile across his face, but a rooted fear that he was keeping locked away.

"Yeah?" the dog grunted, his mouth was now full of pizza as he rubbed away his erection as he glanced over at his friend. "What's up, Rafe?"

Scratching at his chest feathers, Rafe took another sip of his soda before he rubbed his beak. "I was just wondering man... what're you planning on doing now that we're done with school?" he asked, the retriever chuckled as he finished off a slice of pepperoni.

"I thought I told ya man, I'm done with school. College is a no go for me because they don't have any jobs that I'm interested in, so instead I'm gonna go into a welding shop nearby and apply for a job." Having explained his plans, Sherman nodded to himself and ate another piece of pizza.

Rafe felt a small buzz on his chest and sighed heavily, his heart breaking as he knew the repercussions of his friend's actions even though he'd tried. Pretending to see the waitress bend over again, Rafe pointed towards the opposite direction. "Sherman, 7'oclock!" The dog's head pivoted as he looked for another booty call, but he didn't see anything so he glanced over at Rafe in confusion who just shrugged as he slipped a bottle back into his pocket. "Ya missed it, bro."

Rolling his eyes, Sherman took another bite of the pizza and as his sensitive tongue picked up something else on the pizza his eyes rolled up and he fell unconscious as Rafe sighed and pulled out the wiretap from below his shirt. "Sorry, Sherman..." Rafe muttered miserably, his eyes filling with tears as he was informed through an earpiece on his next task. "Okay... I'll move him..."

***

Sherman woke up groggy as his head ached, and though he couldn't quite tell what was wrong when he found the beer can in his hand he froze up in shock. "Oh shit... was I drinking?! My parents are gonna..." The beer wasn't the worst part though as the golden retriever looked up, and saw across from him a gruesome sight that made him throw up a good amount of pizza that he'd been feasting on earlier. "Oh god... Rafe!" he screamed before puking once more, but it wasn't much use as the bird's body had been plunged through with a rather sizable piece of glass.

The dog winced in pain as he felt his hand bleeding, and upon looking down he realized that he had cut himself on something. There was a shard of glass mixed in with his fur, and it didn't take a genius to realize that Sherman must've been the one to kill his friend. "No... I wouldn't... I couldn't..." Sherman muttered, he crawled over slowly to his friend's body.

Rafe didn't move, and neither did his chest and even when Sherman pushed his body in an attempt to make him move the body just fell over into a pile. "No... no... no..." Sherman started muttering crazily, his heart was fluttering wildly as his head ached horrendously. "Why... why would I kill Rafe?!"

There was a scream from behind the dog, and when he looked back he saw a rabbit woman clutching her baby to her chest. It wasn't a good sign for Sherman as he realized that his body was coated in blood as well, and there wasn't explaining away something so... obvious. "C... call the hospital..." Sherman stuttered, the woman didn't stick around to listen though as she sprinted inside to call the cops.

Sherman reached out and clutched his friend's wing in hopes that he might have some pulse, but as the world started to twist in a mixture of nausea and extreme distress the dog failed to notice the very small beat from his friend's vein, but it was too late as he fell to the ground unconscious. The police arrived quickly to cordon off the area from anybody, and they quickly started to clean up the mess, and though the ambulance showed up to pick up the body they were sent away holding nothing.

Sherman was shoved into the back of a cop car, and when nobody was looking one of the police men approached the body and pulled out a pill with a little bottle of water and upended them into Rafe's mouth. After a moment there was a violent reaction as Rafe's whole body shuddered and coughed up some water before breathing heavily. "Oh... god... it... urgh..." Rafe groaned, he pulled off the shard off glass from the punctured blood bag and threw it aside before clutching his head painfully.

Slipping a card into the bird's hand, the police officer bent in close to Rafe's ear. "Good work kid, here's the card with your cash. Leave the state, there's enough money to get you out of town. Once you're gone, contact the number on the back of the card and we'll arrange the monthly cash transfer for the rest of your life." The Doberman explained, his eyes glittering dangerously he poked the bird hard in the chest. "If you tell anybody though... we'll send somebody after you..."

Tears pouring out of his eyes, Rafe nodded quickly before the police man chuckled and stood up before walking away. Rafe slowly stood up and leaning against the wall bent his head in close and leaned it against the wall as he realized what he'd done. "Oh god... Sherman... why couldn't you do something more with your life... they would've left you alone if..." The police didn't care if he was having second thoughts though as they packed up the "crime scene", and anybody involved was quickly paid to stay quiet before the entire alley was quiet once more save for the silent sobbing of a young bird who'd given up his best friend...

***

Sherman shook silently as tears rolled down his cheeks in the court room, but nobody cared about the young dog's tears as they continued on without emotion. The odds were stacked against him as they presented evidence that Sherman couldn't deny as the police had to be trustworthy... weren't they? "He was found with a can of beer in his hand, and according to his blood level he was intoxicated with a alcohol level of .09," the prosecutor explained, and even Sherman's own defendant was very stacked against him as he put up a weak argument

"This young man is only eighteen, how would he get beer..." the attorney started, but the prosecuted just snorted in amusement.

"Only eighteen? In this city there are plenty of establishments that provide alcoholic beverages to seventeen year olds with proper pay, so for an eighteen year old it would be a piece of cake!" The prosecutor explained, and with a snort of finality the fox turned towards the judge. "Surely, your honor. You and the Jury must've already come to a verdict about this young man, and his obviously dangerous tendency towards murder!"

The judge was quiet as he glanced towards the Jury, and with a nod they acknowledged the fact that they had already come to consensus without need for a wait. "It appears that the Jury has indeed come to a conclusion," the judge said, his voice deep and thoughtful.

"Yes," the spokesman for the Jury said before facing the courtroom. "Normally we would step into the back to decide on the fate of this young man, but..." the wolf grimaced in disgust, glancing at the pitiful golden retriever. "In this case, it's quite obvious that this young man is... guilty!"

The final nail was slammed into the coffin for Sherman, and he practically wet himself with fear as the people behind him cheered for the verdict. "I couldn't have done it..." he whimpered, but it was muted out by the cheer of the crowd. "I wouldn't hurt Rafe..." he whispered, tears poured out of his eyes as his attorney walked out of the courtroom and received a handsome bonus from a police officer.

"Good job on the case, and for such a good job on losing it the force got you this," the officer chuckled, he handed over a gold watch which the attorney took with a sneer. "Now until we need you again," the officer said, and the attorney took his leave with his pocket heavier and his heart heavier with another dirty deed done.

"For such flagrant murder, and disregard for another living creature's life... we issue the death penalty upon you young pup..." the judge said, with a crack of his gavel the judge stood and walked out of the room to be paid off just as the attorney had been.

"T... the death penalty?" Sherman stuttered, and just as if he'd seen Rafe's body again he threw up, and tears poured from his face as he realized that he was going to be killed just as he'd killed Rafe.

There was an uproar outside as they heard that the young man had been charged with the death penalty on account of a singular murder when some serial killers got away, but the judge didn't respond as he got into his car, and the tears came as he put another young innocent soul away for money. "God have mercy on me..." he prayed, but the tears wouldn't stop.

***

There was TV footage, coverage of his life, and articles being written up about Sherman, and all the young man would say whenever he was forced to speak to the press was that he didn't kill Rafe, but nobody believed him. Rafe's parents came and screamed at him for hours, and Sherman didn't say anything but that he didn't kill the young bird, and Rafe's father would've beaten him had a window not been in the way.

Sherman's parents came, but it was silent as the elder dogs looked at him sadly. "We won't be coming... for the execution..." his father said, Sherman's mom broke down sobbing as his father pulled her closer. "The police said... it would be better if they did it privately... so the press wouldn't intervene..."

"Sh... Sherman... did... did you kill Rafe?" his mother stuttered, her breathes short and her sobs long as she gazed imploringly at him.

"No..." he whispered, and she sobbed harder as she heard him tell the truth, but even as she believed her son she was taken away by his father as Sherman was led back to his small cage in the prison.

As Sherman laid in his dirty bed for another night as he awaited the death sentence; he heard a voice whisper to him from behind in another cage. "Hey... you're Sherman, right?" Sherman didn't answer because he felt too numb, and to answer would mean he might throw up again. "I'm Kyle... I'm like you, I was framed!"

Sherman blinked, and after sitting up he turned to find himself looking at another dog, a border collie from what he could tell. The dog seemed around his age, and from how bulky he was he assumed that the dog must've been a football player. "You... believe me?" he asked, his voice hoarse from disuse.

"Yeah," the dog said, nodding wildly as he signaled for Sherman to come closer. "My trial was a lot quieter than yours those, I think the police... I think the police set us up, man. They're in cahoots with the court system, but I can't prove it. I was put in for the murder of my mom, but I know that she's alive... I know it because I got a call a few nights ago from her, but before we could finish our call the police made me hang up. My mom's alive, and the cops are hiding it!" he hissed.

"Wh... why would they frame us?" Sherman asked, honestly he didn't care though as long as someone believed him that he didn't kill Rafe. He and the bird had been best friends since pre-school, and even when they got in fights neither of them had ever swung at each other let along stab one another.

"I dunno, but if they're pushing us up so high on the DP list, then something's gotta be wrong..." Kyle said, glancing back he bit his lips as he turned to face Sherman again with tears in his eyes. "Sherman, I don't wanna die..."

"Neither do I..." Sherman muttered, and as the pair consoled one another they fell asleep after an hour of talking and when Sherman awoke, Kyle had been taken away a day early. Sherman found himself dreading every moment as another dog was put into Kyle's cell, and as he begged to be let out claiming that he was innocent, Sherman realized that something was very wrong, but he didn't get to impart his fears to the dog as the police opened up his cell door with a sneer. The bulldog chuckled as he motioned for Sherman to come to him.

"Your day's come, Sherman. Come on, it's about time for you to meet your maker," he chuckled, something was wrong, but Sherman had no time but to come along to his doom.

***

"So does this program really work, Chief McKinley?" the ferret asked, he was the snooty politician type that McKinley hated.

"Of course, Governor Hayethorn. As you know this program has been going on for forty years, as I was the very first to experience the program. I'll be walking you through the entire process, from the very beginning to the very end." The German Sheppard explained, his patience thin enough after being told he would have to explain the program to a businessman.

"This program had better work... Because if not, then we've endangered the government's very good reputation to have perfectly innocent dogs thrown into jail just to be brainwashed into some brutish pugs!" the ferret snapped, his pen gripped tight in hand as he wrote a few notes on his clipboard.

McKinley rolled his eyes as he motioned for the Governor to follow behind, and with a quick turn on his heel the dog led the politician to a room with a viewing mirror. "Now to give you a brief explanation, Governor. In this program we take any young dogs that've decided to waste their lives away with no direction, and framed them for a serious crime so we can pull the DP card. Just yesterday we had a dog who had been a pro-football player during high school, and rather than go into college on a scholarship was going to become a garbage man. That was a huge waste of his potential, so after signing a contract with his mother had her frame him for her own murder and we started her on a fund that would last her for the rest of her life. That is, that's what should've happened, but after we found out that she contacted him, we quickly cut the call and tracked her down before giving her an amnesiac that targeted any memories of her son. Now she's working in a strip club on the Bronx, but she doesn't know that she was ever a mother."

Giving a violent shudder, Hayethorn plopped into a seat next to where the German Sheppard was standing. He quickly popped an anxiety pill he brought so that he wouldn't have another panic attack. "This is very shady business, Chief McKinley..."

"Funded by the government, Governor Hayethorn," the chief snapped back, he wasn't in the mood to deal with some politician who wouldn't know the barrel of the gun from the butt. "Alright, now we'll be following this young man through the program, his name currently is Sherman. His current species of dog is Golden Retriever, and he was planning on becoming a welder rather than attending college."

Looking up at the dog in confusion, the ferret couldn't help but twitch his whiskers nervously (a bad habit that he'd yet to drop since he was a kid). "I couldn't help but notice you said... currently for his name and species..."

"Patience, Governor. I'll explain soon enough," the chief explained, his cock hard as he watched the young dog walk in with his head held low. "Time for our newest recruit to be debriefed..."

***

Sherman noticed that the electric chair wasn't exactly how they portrayed it on TV and in the movies, but rather it looked super high tech. It appeared to have some sort of visor to go over his eyes, and with a shudder he realized that they must fry his eyes right out of his skull. "Oh god... that's so cruel..." he muttered, his stomach threatening to release another torrent of puke.

"Get in the chair," the bulldog growled, flicking his hand towards the chair for Sherman to sit.

Sherman shook as he took a seat, and he realized that the chair was shockingly soft with a gel that folded in to allow him to relax into it. "Relaxing a prisoner before you kill them? Doesn't that seem a bit cruel to you?" he asked the police officer, but the bulldog seemed to be ignoring him as he fiddled with a surprisingly high tech console. "How long does it take for... for people to... die?" he asked, his heart in his throat he watched as the bull dog just chuckle.

"I'll let you in on a secret, kid. You're not gonna die," the bulldog grunted, looking up he smiled at the golden retriever.

Sherman sighed in relief as he was assured that he wasn't going to die. "Then what's this chair for?" he asked, but the answer wasn't one that he wanted to hear.

"The chair's so we can wipe your pretty little brain of all of your memories, pup. After I'm done with you, you're gonna be one of our newest recruits. Now be quiet while I get this baby started." The officer pressed a button, and before Sherman could jump up the chair clamed onto his arms and legs and held him tight as the visor lowered over his head and he found himself looking into two black screens.

The visor held Sherman's eyes open as the visor turned on and started to play a high speed sequence of his own life's events, and as quickly as they flashed in he watched as he was erased from each and every one of the events reflecting the quick reprograming already working its magic on his brain. "No...." he moaned, but with another quick press of a button a muzzle was slipped over his mouth as it stopped him from talking.

"You can be quiet for this, pup. Just be nice and quiet while we take away those unnecessary memories," the bulldog said, and on the process went for Sherman.

Names, dates, and places became meaningless as it was all stripped away from the dog. He tried to move, but it was no use as "Sherman" slowly vanished along with all of his memories. Everything was becoming dull as the visor did its job right, and he slowly stopped fighting it as more memories flashed across the visor screen and memories became meaningless as the dog that had been Sherman was erased from them.

***

"Your man seems awfully cruel..." the ferret muttered in annoyance, he scraped down a few more notes as the bulldog whistled a happy tune to himself, but he was tone deaf so to everyone else it was annoying.

McKinley had to side with the ferret on that one. He had ordered every one of his officers to be kind to the new recruits before they were wiped, as they were to be the ones that they worked with for the rest of their lives, but sometimes kindness was forgotten and it pissed the chief off. "I'll have a chat with Officer Crew later..." the chief grunted, his eyes narrowing and his cock hardening as he imagined a very... personal... session with the bulldog.

"So what's the helmet do?" Hayethorn asked, clicking his pen with an annoying persistence.

"It... it... can you please stop clicking that damn pen?!" McKinley snapped, and with a glower from the dog the governor finally stopped his insistent clicking. "Thank you... now what the helmet does is take away all personal memories, and anything that isn't the most basic functions necessary for a person in society. The recruit will be left with his vocabulary, movement, and basic history. Anything related to the original personality "Sherman" will be gone, and all that will be left is a blank slate for us to mold into the perfect Police Officer."

"How long does the procedure last?" the governor asked, curiosity overriding disgust as he looked at the occasionally twitching dog.

"An hour, it used to be far more when the program first started, but we've made the machine far more efficient. It takes a long time to scrub through the brain of all unnecessary thoughts, but we've gotten it down to an art now," the chief explained, a hint of pride in his voice as he watched the scrubbing take place.

"How long did it take when the program first started?" Hayethorn asked, his ears twitching curiously.

The chief thought it over for a moment counting on his fingers before nodding to himself. "It took us four days, and that was if there was minimal electricity use," McKinley explained, and from the shocked expression on Hayethorn's face he couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's outrageous..." the ferret muttered, as he turned to watch the golden retriever he could only imagine the process as it unfolded.

***

At first the dog associated himself into the pictures as he recognized himself living daily life. Playing basketball with Rafe... eating dinner with family... going to the bathroom to throw up the nasty spaghetti his mom had made... That changed though as the process continued, and soon images became dull and lifeless as the people in the memories became strangers. A bird playing air hockey with some dog... a dog falling from a tree before breaking his leg... some family laughing as a kid blew out some candles.

The hour quickly passed for the dog as the visor finally lifted as the last of the memories vanished, and the screen went blank. The light was really bright, and all the dog could see was the reflection of a golden retriever in a mirror. "W... who is that?" he asked, pointing to the reflection of himself.

"Don't worry about him," the bulldog said gently, helping the blank dog up out of his chair he smiled kindly at him. "He's nobody, and soon he won't matter at all. Follow me now." The dog nodded numbly as he followed behind the officer, and though he recognized the words that he spoke, he couldn't remember how he had learned them.

"Who am I?" he asked the bulldog, but the dog just chuckled and didn't answer his question. He had a deep need to know who he was, but he didn't even know what he was besides a dog.

"Push up your sleeve," the bulldog said, they had arrived in a sterile white room with no windows or cameras in it, but there was another one of the mirrors in it. Staring blankly at the window the dog watched as that strange dog from earlier was mimicking his movements.

"That weird dog is copying me..." he mumbled, pointing out towards the reflection.

"Don't worry... count to five for me..." the officer said, and so the dog started counting.

"One... two... three..."

***

Hayethorn shuddered as he saw the blank expression on the newest recruit's face, and how there was no recognition of himself. "It's really weird... how he can't even remember himself..."

"It's a part of the training, as he don't want our men being recognized once they're officers, so the next step is to change their breed," Chief McKinley explained, his cock rock hard in his tight pants as he led the governor into the next viewing room.

The recruit was looking at the mirror once more with that blank look as he counted up to five, and in the bulldog's hand was a small gun with a needle inside of it. "So that needle will do what?" Hayethorn asked, (though a recognized politician, the ferret wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed) which caused McKinley to sigh as Crew injected the recruit with the needle eliciting a whine of pain from the dog.

"Inside of the gun was a special agent that's been preloaded with a mutative cell that's been loaded with DNA with another type of dog, and now that it's been injected into our newest recruit he'll become that breed of dog within a matter of seconds," McKinley explained, and just like magic they watched as the dog's fur started to fall out to be quickly replaced with white fur and black spots forming on his body. "A Dalmatian... a good choice in my opinion," the chief chuckled, a few dirty thoughts sprouting in his mind.

The pair watched as the dog lost a few inches in height, and his shoulders broadened out a bit while his tail flicked as it became thinner and grew a bit until it started wagging getting the muscles used to its new form. "That's... impossible..." the ferret muttered, he couldn't believe what he was seeing...

***

Had the brainwashed dog not been so dizzy he probably would've questioned it, but he started at his hand in wonder as he watched his fingers shorten a bit and white fur grow in rather than the yellow fur prior. "Wow..." he muttered, he was impressed by the sight.

"Stay here for a moment," Officer Crew said, he walked to the corner of the room before picking up a new police uniform with a name printed on it. Presenting the outfit to the dog, Officer Crew picked up the formality of the situation. "Starting today your name shall be, Sharp. Do you understand?"

Sharp nodded, happy that he'd finally been given a name that he could call himself. "I'm Sharp..." he repeated, his name felt perfect.

"You're going to follow me to the room where you shall be staying until your Police training is done, and upon finishing your training you will be another proud member of the Police Dog Force. Do you understand, Sharp?" Officer Crew asked.

"Yes, sir!" Sharp repeated, a respect for Officer Crew was growing at the dog demanded his respect.

"Good boy, now follow me," Officer Crew said, and quickly without question the officer finished in nothing but his boxers.

***

"That'll be it for today, Governor Hayethorn," Chief McKinley said, a sharp look at the ferret in an attempt to stop him from talking, but it wasn't much use for the dull ferret.

"Why? Is there something you're trying to hide from me?" Hayethorn asked, suspicion was a part of his job as governor; after all one couldn't be too careful when running for office, and that applied for anywhere else as well.

McKinley rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, but we have to let Sharp settle in for the night before he gets trained. Nothing's going to be happening besides him meeting the other two members of his training unit."

"Training unit?" Hayethorn questioned, staring keenly at the Chief.

"With each new recruit, they're put into groups of three for training. Sharp is the third in the new unit, and so tomorrow they'll be starting their training together. Does that answer everything?" McKinley was about to strangle the ferret, and it didn't help that Hayethorn wasn't the one that he voted for in the election...

"Yeah," Hayethorn grunted, his face seemed abashed as he glanced at the retreating form of Sharp. "Why was he only in boxers for this whole thing?"

Chief McKinley wore very tight pants and a jockstrap for a reason, and that was because most of the time he had a raging erection around his fellow officers, and he didn't want to come off as being lewd. "It... helps with the breed change," he explained. "During my change, I was wearing full clothes and I was constrained in the clothing."

"I guess that makes sense..." the ferret said, before being rushed out by another officer.

"Officer Rael," McKinley snapped, a Doberman snapped to attention right in front of the chief.

"Yes, Chief McKinley sir?" the officer asked.

"Go get Officer Crew after he's done with the new recruit, and report with him to my personal office," the Chief said, and with an excited grin Rael nodded quickly before slipping away. McKinley chuckled to himself as he turned away and groped his crotch. "Tonight'll be a good bonding experience..."

***

"Recruits, wake up!" a loud voice called through the small barracks, and all three dogs jumped to their feet in confusion blinking in a daze. All three of them were still blurry as they came to learn about themselves, and how up until a few days ago they had been someone else. The police didn't mind telling their new recruits about their previous life as any interest in their life was deadened in the mind wiping machine, and as their trainer walked in he sniffed heavily as he saw that all three were in nothing but boxers. He had to prevent himself from groping his growing wood, but that was to be held off until training was done. "You three took way too long to get up! Tomorrow you'd better be up without hesitation, but as it's your first day I'll give you slack."

All three sighed in relief, smiling at one another. "So instead of making you run all day, you're going to be doing fifty five laps around the gym in nothing but your boxers and without any walking or else the laps will be increased. Now go!"

All three of the dogs yipped, and ran out as their trainer barked at them as they ran as fast as they can into the hall and down it. "Running this group like a military unit?" a voice chuckled from behind Tom, and when the Rottweiler turned he found himself face to face with Chief Mckinley.

"Yes sir," the dog barked, stepping to a hard salute out of habit out of his own training from the Chief.

"Just like I did with your group... I like it, you and your training group have always been the most respectful if not... strict," Mckinley mused, and upon a once over of the dog he had a thought. "Officer Tom, I'll be taking this group on under my own wing. You'll be looking over the next group, thank you."

Tom saluted and marched away, his military like training was obvious as he barked at a newer officer for having his boxers slightly out of his pants. "I'd rather not have these recruits so uptight," Chief McKinley said, and as he was deep in thought behind him a familiar ferret approached.

"Chief McKinley, I'm here for the training phase," Hayethorn said, and when McKinley heard him speaking he sighed and rolled his eyes. He hated politics, and to have a ferret up his ass was far less fun that he had thought before meeting Hayethorn.

Turning around, Chief McKinley put on his false grin reserved for his most deplored criminals, and almost mockingly held out his arms to let the governor past. "Please, Governor Hayethorn. Come on through, and let me show you our training."

Normally somebody would catch the sarcasm, and one in politics should know how to, but Hayethorn was the case of sheer stupidity that no one should handle; especially someone as high in office as he was. "Thank you," he said, glad that he was respected by someone. Since walking into the police station he'd been treated poorly by many police officers (all of which who had voted for the dog who had run in the last election).

As he stepped through the door first, Hayethorn gasped in shock and pain as the door smacked on his rear. "Watch the door," Chief McKinley hummed, the day was starting out a bit better than he had expected with the painful smack he had delivered the governor.

***

"Recruits, stop running!" Chief McKinley commanded, and the three came to a halt in front of their commanding officer with heavy sighs as they tried to stand at attention as Officer Tom had taught them. "Drop the formalities," Chief McKinley chuckled, and all three practically dropped in response as they leaned on one another.

"We... we're sorry sir... we... we just finished our... fortieth lap," Sharp panted, his body glistening with sweat just like the other two. The three were all young dogs who were obviously not used to a lot of physical activity, and Chief McKinley was almost ashamed of arousal that he felt as he saw the trio in their tight gripping boxers... almost.

"No problem, Recruit Sharp. Now you three have been briefed upon your positions as Police Officer recruits I'm assuming," the German Sheppard said, and though he asked the question he already knew the answer as any orders that he gave were strict and followed to the T (Usually, what Officer Crew had done was a rare form of misbehaving. Today he was walking with a gait in his step as his anus was still stretched wide from many hours of intensive "training" from his superior officer, and he wouldn't be disobeying orders any longer).

"Yes, Sir," the cute Husky said, his eyes sparkling with the clarity that was brought around with the mind wiping experience. "The three of us before our recruitment were dogs who were going nowhere with our lives, so you gave us a real purpose and had us enrolled in our new lives."

"Very good, Recruit Kolt. Now do any of you have any reservations due to the actions that we've followed to have you recruited?" Chief McKinley asked, once more an almost rhetorical question as it was an extremely rare case when someone had reservations about the process, and it was after another quick wipe that reservations were lost in the wiping machine.

"No, Sir," the trio said, none of them bothered now that they had been given a position of such prestige. They didn't remember anything about their personal lives, but they were aware of more broad knowledge such as police, firefighters, ect...

"Alright, now the three of you, Sharp, Kolt, and Trist. You three shall be going through your training, and training for being police dogs isn't easy. The one difference between the old system and this one is one that proves to work one hundred percent of the time." Chief McKinley explained, his face was cold and hard.

"What is that?" Trist asked, curiosity obvious in the Akita's face.

"I would think that is obvious," the captain said, his face grim as he turned towards the three. "Dropping out isn't an option in this program, and if you try then wiping is the obvious answer to the problem, and we'll run you through again. That's how training works, and you'll learn everything even if you don't want to."

The three dogs were stunned into silence before the chief nodded silently. "Now you three, I want you to get to your room and get changed into your new gear. You will be ready within five minutes, and then we'll be starting up your training." Sharp, Trist, and Kolt walked slowly at first feeling hesitant about the whole thing, but when the chief barked at them to rush they were off like a gunshot.

From behind a nearby corner the Governor stepped out with his dirty little clipboard full of its evil review, and damn did the chief want to rip it out of his ferrety little hands. "This isn't exactly looking good for you, Chief. To keep people in against their will..."

"This isn't about ethics, Governor. This is about results," the chief said, looking coldly at the governor. "Now if you don't mind I'll be training those three. Watch from your plush chair, and by the end of today those three will be trained and ready for police duty."

Governor Hayethorn didn't say anything for a moment, his bright blue jacket was bright against the cinderblock walls. He sniffed loudly as he jotted another note down, and bit his lip as he held in his own thoughts. "You'd better get it done then, Chief. I'm happy to close this program down if this doesn't show results."

Chief McKinley's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he felt a growl building in his chest but he suppressed the urge and nodded sharply. "Yes sir," he said, though he'd been trained to be obedient to his higher ups it didn't mean he had to like it.

Letting out a snort of laughter as he saw the chief dog bowing to him, Hayethorn brushed his greasy hair with a small comb tucked away in his jacket pocket before he waved the dog on. "Well McKinley, go on and show me this perfect program."

"Yes sir," McKinley said once more, and as he turned away from the ferret he bit his lip hard drawing blood. "I'm going to tear a hole through this shitty little bureaucrat..." he thought to himself, leading the noisy ferret, who had taken it upon himself to remark on how dirty the building was, to the training hall.

***

The recruits had tugged on their police uniforms which fit each of them perfectly, and they had noticed how tight the pants were around their crotches, but Sharp didn't make a complaint to the officer watching them over until the chief got there. After the wipe he felt numb as he tried to gather up his personality as everything felt new, but at the same time nostalgic as he saw things that he had vague recollections of. There were weights around the training room that were obviously there for use to get in shape, and though Sharp didn't quite remember most of his past life he knew that he didn't hit the weights very much.

"Sharp," a voice said from behind, and upon turning around the Dalmatian found himself facing Kolt whose eyes were glistening with interest. "Did you remember something from your other life?" he asked, a hunger for knowledge was apparent in his eyes.

Honestly the idea of remembering his past scared Sharp as he had been told by the officers that his past life had been wasted which was the reason why he had been chosen to be recruited into the Police, and with that a sense of pride sat in his chest for being chosen. "Nope," he said offhandedly, trying to surpres the feeling of panic building in his chest at the thought of remembering his past. The recruits hadn't been informed that their breeds had been changed as the force didn't inform them until later in their training as when they had done it before it had caused a panic in one of the previous recruit groups, and it had been a lot of paperwork to file when they had to wipe the whole group.

Kolt frowned and sighed as he scratched his neck, and as he did so he winced in pain as he grasped at his skull. "Ouch... what the...?" he asked, and his eyes widened as he looked at Sharp. "Who...?"

The Chief stepped into the room and observed the three of them, and from behind a ferret stepped in wearing a dark blue suit that made him appear all the more pretentious looking than he already did with his gelled hair. "Recruits, get in line!" he shouted, and while Sharp and Trist quickly fell in step in front of him Kolt stood in place with a dazed expression as his face scrunched up in confusion. "Recruit Kolt, get your ass over here!"

Kolt stumbled over with the grace of a drunk, and as he stood in line he looked at the other two with a look of growing horror, but the Chief was too busy talking to notice. "Now you three, today we'll be starting your training. By the end of the week we'll have any tics from your old selves' grinded out, and have you three as the newest swear-ins in the force."

Sharp and Trist seemed happy enough with their new lot in life, but as the Chief looked at Kolt he noticed the odd expression he was giving. "Recruit Kolt, what's the matter with you?"

The Husky looked at his paw, and blinked a few times before he turned his fierce gaze at the chief. "My name isn't Kolt! Stop calling me Kolt, my name is Kyle! What're you doing to us?! I'm not going to be a police officer for the people who framed me!" he shouted, his eyes burned with rage as he stepped towards the Chief.

"Damn... it's always the cute ones..." the chief muttered, turning around he nodded at an officer by the door who jumped into action and sprinted at the Husky before tackling him to the ground. "This boys is what happens to those who resist the mind wipe..." he said, the guard put a small gun like apparatus to Kolt's neck before injecting him with it knocking him out. "The guards have a high grade tranquilizer which guarantees unconsciousness for twenty four hours, and by the time Kolt here wakes up he'll have gone through another wipe."

There was a pang of sadness in Sharp's chest as he saw the Husky go away as he was growing to like Kolt, but at the same time he had figured that out of the three of them he would be the one to go with how he was asking about their pasts. "Yes sir," he and Trist said, the pair felt a small fear of being taken down just like Kolt had been, but neither of them had a desire anyways to remember what had happened prior to their wipes.

"Alright you two," McKinley said, his posture still as straight as it had been before Kolt had yelled at him. "We'll be starting on your personality tics. All regular people develop certain tics through their lives such as the way they talk, and how they write. We like to get rid of those from before the wipe as it serves as a bridge for you to revert back to your previous life, so once we've rubbed them out. You can start making new ones that will serve as you becoming your own person rather than a remnant of the old," the chief explained, noting that Trist's ear kept on twitching lazily as he listened. "Trist," he said sharply. The Akita jumped in shock as the chief glared at him, and he looked himself over to make sure that his boxers weren't hanging out. "Y... yes sir?" he stuttered, nervousness causing his ear to twitch even more.

Chief McKinley stepped up to the Akita and took his ear lightly in hand, and Trist realized as his ear was held that it was twitching wildly. "This is what I was referring to. I know it'll be hard as your body has muscle memory, but you'll have to stomp it out."

Trist nodded quickly as he stopped his ear from twitching, and though it lapsed every now and again he was making a conscious effort not to twitch anymore. "Good boy," the Chief said, noting how well the Akita had listened to his instructions. "Now I've been having you on observation since you got here so we could watch any tics that you have, and we've determined the main ones that resisted the wipe. Spike, you have the tendency to tap your foot whenever you get excited. Trist, your tendency as I pointed out is that you express with your ears quite a bit by ticking them, so you should continue to resist it until it's gone."

The two dogs nodded before Chief McKinley glanced at the clipboard in his hand for a moment before nodding to himself. "Now normally I would show a video on the importance of personal cleanliness, but after watching you two brush up and get ready this morning you two have a good grasp of it. If Kolt had stayed though I would've had to show it, so that's a blessing," he said, after checking a box off he smiled at them. "Alright, now if you two will follow me, it's time for your first major regiment."

"Regiment?" Spike asked, curiosity peaking as he tapped his toe for a moment making a sharp noise before he realized he was doing it and quickly stopped.

"Yes, gun training," Chief McKinley said, and the pair smiled as they imagined themselves wielding guns. "Now follow me!"

As the pair walked out bumping shoulders playfully as the recruits tended to do as they bonded like brothers the governor decided to step in front of the chief with a snide grin. "One already dropped out, Chief. You'd better be careful, as that was one big mark on your record," he chuckled, brandishing his clip board like a sword.

Out of everybody to attempt to intimidate, McKinley was one you didn't want to push. It was through sheer will (and thoughts of very angry sex) that the dog didn't rip apart the ferret with his bare hands. "Thank you, Governor. I'll be far more careful in the near future," he growled, sarcasm practically pouring out like a river, but the governor didn't have a talent for reading into words, so he just smiled smugly to himself and walked away with a hop in his step.

One of McKinley's officers was standing off to the side, and as he met the Chief's gaze he swallowed hard. "Officer Dupree, that shoe looks awfully dirty," the chief barked, and the dog whined slightly as he knew his ass was going to be sore tonight. "Be in my room by nine tonight," McKinley said, he then slipped out.

The officer sighed as his pants tented slightly and he pulled out his phone and dialed one of the other officers. "Hey Josh, I'm not going to be able to make it to the dinner tonight. The chief's on a warpath and I was right next to him... mhm... love you too," he said, closing the phone he sighed. "Better get some of the expensive lube..."

***

The gun shots made the pair of new recruits whine as they stood at attention while the Chief strode in with hardly a flinch at the loud gunshots. "The first thing you two should've learned while waiting for me is that as dogs gunshots are extremely loud, and are prone to hurting our ears which is why you should always remember while carrying a gun to also have earplugs such as these in your ears." The German Shepard moved his head so they could see within his ear plugs. "Now for most everyone else once they put these in they can't hear much of anything, but with our hearing we're still able to hear. The point of these aren't to deafen us, but so that we won't injure our ears from the gun shots."

He handed twe sets of ear plugs to the pair, and they both quickly tucked them into their ears and sighed in relief as the shots quieted to a bearable level. "Thank you, sir," Sharp said, smiling at his commanding officer.

The Chief briefly smiled at the Dalmatian before turning to face the gun range. "Now you two will be here every day at nine am on the dot to practice shooting. You will be practicing with a variety of different weapons that you will use in your careers as policemen, do you understand?"

The pair both agreed, but Sharp had a question for their Chief. "Sir, I was curious. Will we be living in the police station forever or..."

"Don't worry, Sharp. Your current living arrangements are only temporary. You'll only be living here for a month until you've gotten everything down about your job, and then we will be helping you choose a housing arrangement," the Chief assured him, and Sharp smiled before nodding and stepping back. "Now usually your trainer would be with you on your first day for shooting practice, but as I'm the Chief of the station I have some important things to take care of. You two will be taken care of by Officer Rael," he said, gesturing towards a Boxer who nodded and stepped forward.

"Thank you, Sir. Now you two follow me, and we'll get started with the Glock nine millimeter," he said, and the pair couldn't help but wag their tails in excitement. As they both got their hands on their guns the Chief was approaching Hayethorn with a drag in his step before stopping before the Ferret.

"Chief McKinley, would you mind telling me the point of putting guns in such young hands?" the Governor asked, a deep frown on his face.

"Don't you dare try to take away our guns," the Chief hissed to himself, before smiling at the Governor with a condescending smile. "Sir, it's so we can keep these new recruits trained so they don't hurt anyone outside of our walls."

"Ahh..." the governor said, and quickly marked some things down on his clipboard while irritatingly clicking his pen once more. The Chief started down the hall when he was stopped by the very annoying cough of one who wanted attention and turned around to see Hayethorn looking at him with a sneer. "Where do you think you're going, Chief?"

"I have things to take care of, Governor. I'll be back in an hour to guide you and the recruits to the next part of training," McKinley said, digging his claws sharply into his leg.

"Ah... well hurry back," the Governor said, and turned back to watch the two new recruits practice shooting.

Walking past an officer McKinley could be heard swearing about Hayethorn's tiny ball sack and how he would serve the little shit on a plastic plate made for grub worms.

***

Now McKinley had promised that the three would be done by the end of the day, but that wasn't entirely true. The full training took at least a week, but to be ready for duty only took a day. Everything all together would take more, but he wasn't about to deal with the ferret for a whole damn week. That being said the chief wasn't going to take any chances, so he went into a specialized room already being prepared for the final step of the day's training. "Jackson," he said, and a dog typing away on a computer jumped to attention.

"Y... yes sir, you're early," the dog stuttered, obviously not ready yet.

"I know, but there's been a bit of a change in plans. Today during the session can you turn the training modules up? I need these two set up for police duty by the end of today. The Governor is breathing down my neck, and if he's not gone by the end of today I'm going to tear those beady little black eyes out of his face and stomp on them before tearing him apart!" he hissed, and when the chief was this mad nobody argued with him.

"Yes sir!" the dog barked, and quickly got to turning up the training program.

"Good thank you, Jackson," Chief McKinley said, and as he walked out he punched the wall leaving a slight indent in the plaster.

***

The day went on as Spike and Trist learned from the Chief directly, and though they were around the other men all day neither of them noticed the apparent arousals forming often when the Chief was near any of the other police. The Governor was equally unobservant, but unlike the two he had no excuse and was quite honestly one of the stupidest, if not the stupidest, politicians that Chief McKinley had ever met in his years of being in the force. As the last training regiment came up, McKinley slowly unwound as he knew that the time spent with the Governor was coming to a close, and that he was glad he had voted for the dog in the last election (the cute butt on the dog didn't hurt either...).

"This is the very last exercise that you two will be going through during your training," the Chief explained, gesturing for the pair to sit in two seats with helmets hanging over them.

"I remember a seat like this... this is like where I woke up..." Spike said, blearily remembering his own waking up in the chair the prior day.

"Yes, this part has mental programing. Don't worry you two, you won't be having your memories wiped. This is what we like to call high speed training so we can get knowledge that would often take years into your heads in days," the dog explained, smiling as the pair quickly calmed down and took their seats.

The helmets slid down and slipped over their heads and small visors covered their eyes before lighting up with a multitude of colors while information was quickly spread through their brains and sucked at the same time. The idea was that the helmet took out any unnecessary information, and replaced it with the police knowledge as this method used space already there to implement new information into their regular lives.

The Governor heard this information and was satisfied to walk out as he didn't need to hear much more, but that was thankfully all the Chief wanted the ferret to hear or to see. Now the secondary function of the machine on the first day, was to make the dogs sexually interested in only males. One of the big problems with old officers the system had found was that they were prone to get distracted by women who may or may not have been interested in them, so to take that out the computer replaced all interest in females out of the male dogs and made them entirely gay for other police dogs. All of the dogs in the Police Force were gay, and often after missions they would have sex with one another so they could keep their minds on the job.

It's not to say that the dogs didn't have some incidents where they got distracted by one another, but they had a very high rate of success with staying on task and quickly getting their jobs done. Spike at first found himself being presented with a very sexy female with cleavage that made most men go gaga and pop a boner right there, and that's how he reacted at first. His pants grew extremely tight as his cock grew hard in his pants, and Trist did the same as they both experienced a very hot lady.

The programming was built to not only change their sexuality through pure mental, but also special reinforcement techniques. When the pair got aroused by the female shocks were administered to them through the chair and through the helmet causing them discomfort while they gazed at the woman. Next they were presented with a barely dressed and very muscular police dog, but they quickly lost their arousal at the sight. This time they started having their bodies filled with a euphoric sensation as their brain was prodded in the happiness center, and slowly they became aroused by the male.

Back and forth the system flipped, and for the first few times they were negatively stimulated whenever they grew aroused from the woman, and conversely positively stimulated when they saw the man. The information in their brains were also swapped around as they were taught about multiple police terms, codes, and their sexualities were defined as different than they originally were. Soon the machine slowed its negative prods and positive ones as the pair started to react on their own as such, and soon they stopped growing aroused by the woman after a while, and grew extremely hard as they saw the man and even went as far as panting as they saw him grope his bulge suggestively.

The simulation went on for two hours much to the Governors annoyance as he sat out in the hall, but as the procedure came to a close the helmets came off of the pair leaving them dizzy as their brains took in the new information with great ease. When the pair saw one another they groaned as they grew aroused, but they didn't act on it immediately as they stood up and saluted to their Chief (in more ways than one). "How do you two feel?" the Chief asked, smirking as he saw their lower parts giving him a nice hello.

"Fantastic chief," they both said, grinning at one another as they imagined some dirty things they could try in their bunks.

"Very well, you two will be off on your first patrol tomorrow, but until then you can head back to your barracks," he said, and as they passed by he smacked Spike's ass causing the Dalmatian to smile at his commanding officer before walking down the hall with a quick pace alongside Trist.

As the Governor watched them walk down the hall he looked back to see the Chief approaching, and he smirked to himself. "So you've finished training those two?"

"They're ready to become Police Officers, yes," the Chief said, and when the Ferret wrote something down on his clipboard he gave a forced smile. "Is something the matter?" The Governor took his sweet ass time as he wrote some things down before smiling at the Chief. "Well I've studied this whole situation and... I don't think we'll need this service. It seems superfluous and..."

Before he finished the Chief felt something snap and he picked the ferret up in his hands before stomping into the training room. "Jackson, ready the clamps!" he shouted, and Jackson ran over to his computer and pressed a button as the Chief slammed Hayethorn into the chair.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, McKinley?!" the Governor shouted, a vein bulging in his forehead.

"I'm doing what I should've done a long damn time ago!" the Chief roared, and with sharp button snaps he typed in a sequence into the computer.

"Chief, are you sure?" Jackson asked, watching what the German Sheppard typed into the computer.

"I'm damn well sure!" the Chief said, and with a final middle finger to the Governor he hit the enter button and watched as the helmet lowered onto the ferret's head.

***

"Governor Hayethorn is now going to make a comment before the state," an announcer said, and the camera panned towards the ferret.

"My dear public, I am here to announce that I am stepping down from my officer, and turning it over to the far superior candidate, Leonard Weese," he said, and clapped with the public as a dog stepped up with a smile on his face.

"I'm glad to take up this office though I'll admit I was surprised when I was approached about the subject, but as I said during the elections, I will be sure to uphold my office with the public's wellbeing in mind," he announced, flashing a smile to the people as Hayethorn walked off stage.

"Finally that prick is gone!" the Chief laughed, and all of the other dogs in the force all drank their coffee to that as the door opened to reveal their coffee bitch. "Hardy, give us some coffee," Chief McKinley laughed, and the ferret smiled.

"Yes, sir!" he said, quickly refilling their cups. "Would you like me to rewind that video for you all again?" he asked, and with a roar of approval he quickly rewound it to the exact time they loved and walked out of the room.

Spike and Trist walked in with their own cups of coffee as the video showed the ex-governor's shit face. "Hey guys, we're clocking out for the day. We gotta get home," Trist said, smiling as the others invited them to watch the video with them.

"Nah, we've got our kids at home," Spike laughed, and wrapped his arm around his husband's chest. "Anyways you guys always watch that stupid video on the same date every year, we've seen it enough times that we can repeat it word for word!"

"That's the best part!" Chief McKinley roared, and they all laughed before wiping away his tears. "Alright, well you give the little ones the best from their uncle."

"Alright Chief," they both said, and walked out before heading home where their kids were waiting. The pair knew that at one point they themselves had been very lazy in a life that they couldn't remember, but now as Police they didn't have to worry about that. With their new lives, and special engineering that allowed them to have kids be it in test tube, or in their newest pup male pregnancy, they couldn't be happier.

"Kids calm down, we'll be with you in a moment. We just have to get changed," Spike chuckled, one of their pups pulling on his ear.

Walking into their room, Trist locked the door behind him as he hugged his husband close. "Now it's just you and me..."

"The kids are right outside..." Spike giggled, but that didn't matter as his husband pushed him to the bed.

"Well then we'll just have to be quiet," he chuckled softly, unbuckling his pants as his husband did the same. "Just like all the other times," he whispered, and the pair kissed as they started to grind against one another.