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A Doggo’s Tale: The Sentinels

By: MisstressChange

Captain Flambringer and his crew of four all lurched forward in their seats as their ship exited faster than light travel. The dragging streaks of stars outside the bridge’s viewing screens settled into their usual specks of twinkling light. But as their ship continued ahead at cruising speed, those specks blackened from the center out.

“Captain, I’m detecting a large object two kilometers ahead and closing.” Lieutenant Ramirez communicated to Flambringer.

“That must be The Judas,” Flambringer stated. “Bring the ship to a stop and turn on forward lights.”

“Yes, Captain.” Lieutenant Harrington-Park confirmed. He gently pulled back on a handle attached to two levers on either side. The crew felt the ship’s retro thrusters kick in as the main thrusters died down. He reached for a small rectangular button amongst hundreds on the blue touch screen panel before him, tapping it.

The button chirped and lit up, designating that its system had activated. The ultra-powerful xenon lights at the ship’s bow burst to life, partially illuminating the rectangular ‘spartan’ class destroyer directly ahead of them. Its slate grey and camo green exterior had the charred marks of battle scarring from bow to the stern. The majority looked superficial and not much more.

“That’s her alright,” Flambringer said. “Ramirez, scan the ship for lifeforms and run a diagnostic check.”

“Yes, captain,” Ramirez confirmed. She tapped a sequence of buttons on her screen, and a holo-display lit up in front of her face. “Minor hull damage to the ship. Most of the damage is to the weapons systems and shields. Life support and power are still active, and the reactors are stable; no radiation detected. I’m also detecting two life forms aboard, human-sized. Must be what’s left of the crew.” The captain massaged his jaw in thought.

“But where did the rest of the crew go? That’s barely enough people to pilot a ship that size, let alone maintain it.”

“Maybe they were all abducted?” Lieutenant Moon questioned, turning her chair around to face the captain. “If this ship really is from Artemis, they could most likely have been attacked. Maybe they were the only survivors?” The captain stroked his chin at her suggestion. He hummed while he pondered her hypotheses.

“Then why did they stop here?” Ramirez interjected. “That ship could have gone all the way to the core systems. It’s not in that bad of shape.” As the captain spoke up, Moon never got a chance to give an educated guess.

“Play that distress transmission again.” He commanded. Moon nodded.

“Yes, commander.” She swung around in her chair and hit a button on her console. The large viewing port at the front of the bridge transitioned from its regular service as a forward window to a screen, blackening and being split into an upper and lower half by a green waveform. The crew turned their attention to the screen as the audio of a feminine voice cut in, crackling with static that periodically interrupted the broadcast.

“This is the S.S. Judas…We…From Artemis…Planet lost…Require retrieval…Only two of…left…They…*Giggles* Collared everyone…Please assist…” The transmission ended as the crew watched the waveform settle into its original straight line.

“Ok, Moon. You can take it down off the screen.” Captain Flambringer casually ordered. Moon hit the button, and the viewport returned to the illuminated destroyer outside their ship.

“Did anyone else hear a giggle come from the person recording the message, or is it just me?” lieutenant Aoi asked. The captain let out an audible hum.

“No, Aoi, it’s not just you. I heard it just the same.” Flambringer answered. “Their transmissions must have taken a hit in whatever attack they escaped from,” Harrington-Park spoke up this time.

“So what do you want to do, captain?” He asked, turning around to face the blonde-haired man. The other crew members did the same, turning to their captain and commander for instruction. Flambringer sat back in his chair.

“Well, we definitely should investigate. If there are survivors from Artemis, then they might have information on the aliens attacking Artemis and attacking our science vessels. We’ll need our whole team there so three of you can stay and help them pilot their ship back to the core systems. If the UESA is headed for war with another species, I’m sure the navy will want all the ships they can get their hands on.” He stood from his chair to address the others.

“Harrington-Park, put our ship on standby and weapons on auto, just in case we have some company. The rest of you, be ready to suit up and mobilize. We’ll take the strike craft into their hanger and go from there.”

“Yes, captain.” He acknowledged, turning his chair back to face the console.

“Hell yeah!” Ramirez cheered, following up the captain’s orders. She turned in her chair and returned to her console. “It’s been far too long since we’ve suited up.” The captain chuckled.

“I doubt this will be as exciting as the last mission fighting those bugs in the Helios mining asteroids. But I appreciate your enthusiasm nonetheless.”

“Oh, come on, captain.” Aoi started to say with sarcasm in her voice. “I’m sure this will be a life-changing adventure.”

Ares stared out the wide, rectangular viewing port from the bridge of The Judas at the new, saucer-shaped ship that had only recently arrived, suspended in place by the void of deep space. Its forward lights shone into the bridge, but the ultra-tinted armor glass shielded his eyes from being blinded. He watched a smaller shuttle-like craft exit the bottom of the human’s ship, then its rear thrusters fire up and boost it toward The Judas.

The Burmese Mountain doggo smirked as it approached, knowing whichever humans boarded his newly acquired ship would be in for a surprise. He heard the entry door to the main corridor slide open behind his by its mechanisms, then the soft padding of pawed feet approaching him.

“I set all the traps like you said, master.” A cheerful female voice said from behind him. He turned around and gazed past the holoscreen of the ship’s main navi-computer. Thor, the ship’s previous captain, stood there. The strong, stoic, blonde-haired Nordic captain had long ago been collared and transformed into an obedient female golden retriever doggo. She was a picture of a perfect breeder. Ares walked around the navi-computer to meet her halfway.

“Good girl.” He praised, scratching the golden yellow fur on her head. She giggled and nuzzled his hand.

“I uploaded the files to the holo-deck and placed the pink flower in the communications room.”

“Very good.” He praised once more. He removed his hand from her head, bent down to pick his collar gun from its place against the navi-computer, and then held it out to her. “Think you can handle this?” A surprised and excited look spread across her face.

“Oh, yes, master! I’d give anything to collar some humans!” She took the gun from him and cradled it in her furry arms. “And with this, no less.” She gazed down and marveled at its long, slim rectangular form but stopped to look back at her master with a puzzled cock of her eyebrows. “You won’t need it, master?” Ares sniffed at the question.

“Silly girl, I brought two. One for me, and one for you.” He picked up another, leaning against the navi-computer, and slung it over his shoulder. “But I plan on a more…subtle approach.” He swiped a few pink collars hanging on the back of one of the previous crew’s anchored swivel chairs. The doggo latched them onto the utility belt of his composite armor. “You said there were only five humans, right?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Once we have a couple of them collared, they’ll do the rest. Just like when we took this ship, remember?

“Oh yes, master! It was sooooo great being collared. And being bred too! Even better.” Thora clutched her arms to her chest and wagged her tail while she reminisced about the ship’s initial takeover. Ares reached over and gently placed his hand on Thora’s belly.

“And soon, you’ll be the proud mother to a pup or two. Then so many after that.” Thora’s eyes went wide and glossy at the idea of being bred repeatedly. Their moment together would be cut short by an electronic voice.

“Alert! Hanger bay number two boarded.” The two doggos’ ears perked at the sudden noise of the ship’s computer talking over the intercom.

“What did it say?” Ares asked, unable to speak the human language.

“It said that the humans have arrived. In hanger two.” Thora replied. She could barely contain her giddiness.

“Excellent. You head down to the med bay. I’ll be in the holodeck.” Ares instructed. Thora puffed out her bare, furry chest and gave her master a standard human salute, not yet knowing the traditional doggo one.

“Yes, master.” She affirmed. Ares gave her head fur a tussle, then a pat on the rump as she turned to leave. Thora gave an excited yelp and a giggle. Ares called after her as she reached the main door.

“Don’t forget the plan!” Thora’s ears perked, and she turned her head back to him as she went.

“I won’t, master! I’m a good girl!” Ares chuckled to himself and readied to move out.

“Yes, you are.” He murmured to no one. “The best girl ever.”

The sentinels all unclipped the harness-like belts that crossed over their torsos. The hum of the impulse engines powering down and the reactor going dormant rumbled deep in their ears. All five now donned their titanium nano-construct morph suits, each a unique color corresponding with their codenames.

These specially made servo-powered nano-construct exosuits would protect them from puncture and crushing trauma, frigid cold, and blazing hot environments—even the void of space itself.

These suits tripled their strength, making the team seem superhuman compared to those without, not to mention the unique weapons paired with each suit. The suits auto assembled over each team member’s body from a central harness worn around the torso. When activated, its fibrous metal shell spreads across the wearer’s body, sealing them securely inside and ready to operate.

“Alright, team. Let’s converge in the hanger and figure out our next moves.” Flambringer ordered. He turned his head to Harrington-park. “Alright, open the access ramp.”

“Yes, commander.” He retorted. The green sentinel tapped a holo-button on a panel next to him, and the airlock of the small strike ship released, squelching mechanically as its seal unlocked and opened to the hanger air.

“Let’s assemble, sentinels. Only codenames from here. Understood?”

“Yes, commander!” The rest of the team enthusiastically responded in unison.

“That’s Red to you….” He said, looking back to his team with a smug side-smirk. He pressed a spot on the neck of his suit, and his helmet constructed itself around his head, like tiny swarming cubes that eventually formed a solid surface as they reached up towards the top of him. The others gave each other confident looks, then activated their helmets.

With their bodies completely suited, they followed their leader out the back of the ship’s bridge and down the ramp. They stepped cautiously into the illuminated hanger bay and formed a semi-circle around Red, weapons at the ready.

“Pink, locate these crew members in need of rescue,” Red commanded.

“Yes, sir,” Pink confirmed. The suited lieutenant Moon brought up her arm and tapped a few chirping buttons on her suit’s wrist device. A holo-screen maximized before her eyes, presenting a 3d visual of The Judas’s decks. Two red blips showed up, each at two very different spots. “Looks like one of them is in the med bay, aaaand, one is in the holo-deck.”

“Kinda strange if you ask me.” Green mentioned. “Why is one of them in the holo-deck?”

“Maybe they got trapped there.” Blue theorized. The suited lieutenant Aoi checked out Pink’s curvy form while she awaited her team’s response.

“Maybe they’re being used as a lure to trap us,” Yellow added as an alternative, putting a hand on her hip. The hot-headed Ramirez secretly hoped it would be a trap. She yearned for a good fight.

“Also a possibility.” Blue agreed.

“There are only two life signatures on my scanner, though,” Pink added. “And the one in the med bay is most likely tending to any wounded whose signature is too weak for me to pick up. If that’s the case, I’ll need to get to them ASAP.” Green looked up from his own holo-screen to interject.

“There’s another problem. Our comms seem to be breaking up inside the ship. Our suits are being dumped with some kind of scrap code. Like we’re being deliberately jammed.” The others looked around, giving each other confused looks despite not seeing the other’s faces.

“That seems pretty suspicious,” Blue said. “We should be highly cautious in case any aliens might still be hunkering down somewhere in the ship. They might not show up on the scanners because their biology is too complex, or they’re some sort of machine intelligence.

“All true,” Red agreed. “Everyone check your corners and keep your heads on a swivel.”

“Well, if they are here, they better not mess with me,” Yellow suggested, activating her wrist-mounted fusion blades. They made a tearing sound like a thunderclap as they extended, humming while she brandished them with pride and determination.

“I like your enthusiasm, Yellow.” Red encouraged. “But don’t get too carried away. Overconfidence can be a killer.”

“And a sore substitute for a well-thought-out plan,” Blue added.

“Yeah, yeah,” Yellow sassed back, withdrawing her blades. “So, what’s the plan?” Red readily gave her the answer she sought.

“Well, we’ll for sure have to split up. I know it’s not ideal, but there are too many situations on this ship that need our attention right now for us to tackle one at a time.” Yellow, Green, and Pink shuffled uneasily at the idea. Red motioned to Blue, and she brought her wrist up to tap a few buttons on her suit. “Blue is uploading a map of the Judas to your helmets, so each of you knows where to go and how to get there.” He pointed to each sentinel as he addressed them. “Pink, you’ll head to the medical bay and find the crew member there. Assist them if there are any wounded.”

“Yes, sir.” She affirmed.

“Green, head to the ship’s central computer and get its emergency AI up and running.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yellow, get to the holodeck and secure the crew member there by any means necessary. Bring them to the bridge. If they’re injured or wounded, bring them to Pink in the medbay.”

“Ab-so-lutely, sir.” She replied. Her tone was so brash the others could practically make out her smirk through her helmet’s tinted visor. Red turned to Blue next.

“Blue, you go to the comm’s computer and fix whatever’s jamming our signals.”

“Yes, commander.” She complied, giving him a quick salute.”

“Good. I’ll be at the bridge recovering data from the encounter at Artemis. Assemble there once your objectives are complete. Any questions, team?” Yellow was the only one to speak up.

“Yeah, what do we do in the chance that there are still aliens on the ship?”

“Shoot first, ask questions later. These aliens have presented themselves as hostiles. They attacked Artemis and this ship. We’ll treat them as such. Just be careful. Don’t hesitate to fall back to another teammate’s objective and regroup if you’re overwhelmed.”

“Hell yeah.” Yellow retorted, pumping her fist.

“Sounds good to me,” Green added.

“Alright then. If there are no more questions, we’ll move out of this hanger through the main corridor. We can split up at the cargo lifts.” He held his hand out to the middle of the circle. “Ready, team?” He asked. The others placed their free hands in with his. “Who are we?” He cried.

“The Sentinels!” They shouted back.

“What do we do?”

“Defend humanity!”

“Sentinels! Roll out!” The team broke the circle and hopped to action, heading across the empty hanger toward the sizable exit leading deeper into the ship. They strode along with an air of confidence bordering on arrogance. It would seem that none of them took Red’s advice about overconfidence, not even himself.

The bulkhead door to the holodeck slid open with a *woosh*. The two halves parted, revealing the room inside to a cautious but steady Yellow. She was expecting a terrified crewmate held up behind a barricade, ready to open fire with whatever weapon they managed to grab from the armory or had on hand at the time. Or a group of aliens waiting in ambush, of course.

What she did see was a replica of the ship’s captain’s quarters, generated by the holodeck’s programming. It was vacant, clean, and well organized, as it should be. Silent too.

“Hello?!” Yellow called out. “Is anyone here? This is sentinel Yellow. We were brought here by a distress signal from your ship.” She paused in wait for a response. “I mean you no harm! We are here to provide you with assistance!” She paused again, but still, no response.

A noise played over the holodeck speakers, causing Yellow to flinch. It was the sound of the small door to the captain’s quarter’s parting. In real life, the door would lead out to the hallway near the bridge. But as a holographic environment, the open doorway ended with the holodeck wall.

There was shouting coming from somewhere out of view, phaser fire as well. The captain came staggering in, wearing his white uniform, medals clinking as he moved. The Scandinavian man looked back behind him and fired his phaser pistol into the hallway. Yellow watched the scene play out before her with morbid curiosity.

The captain only got a few side steps into the room before he was thrown to the floor by something hitting his neck. It was a pink blur as it shot through the air and made a whistle that made Yellow’s ears twitch and snapped her to full attention. It was startling to watch the captain tumble to the floor, crashing over his desk and office chair.

She watched him pick himself up, hands clutching the pink collar now fastened to his neck. Yellow looked around the room to double-check she was alone, then tapped the spot on the neck of her suit to release her helmet. The solid shell around her head deconstructed in the same way it had assembled, withdrawing into her suit. She wanted an unobscured, untinted view of the happenings being played out.

A blend of confusion and disgust painted her face as she inched closer to the distressed captain. His hands pulled at the collar with all his might but to no avail. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the doorway, catching Yellow off guard. She turned and prepared to fight but eased up immediately when she realized it was part of the program.

It was some kind of anthropomorphic dog, dressed in white, form-fitting composite armor. He, or at least she assumed it was a he, held a long rectangular gun with a wide bore. The dog creature let the gun fall to his side and began to lean on it like a cane. The creature spoke in some language made up of intelligent growls and grunts.

Still, the ship’s captain pulled at the binding on his neck, ignoring the creature’s presence. He groaned in desperate frustration. The panic on his face made it seem like he'd die if he failed to remove the thing.

Another creature entered the scene, wearing the same armor and gun as the first. The new creature appeared to be female, as she had protruding cups on her armor where her breasts would be. Not only that, but her form appeared curvier and slimmer than the other creature.

The female had her gun slung over her back and some device in her hand. She slid it open, revealing it to be some sort of remote control. The female spoke something in her language, and the male let out what could have been a laugh. Then, she pressed a few buttons on her controller before hitting a red one that made the device light up with a reddish glow. After, she closed it and latched it back onto her utility belt.

The captain’s eyes went wide as saucers. His hands clung motionless to his collar. “No…No!” He cried, resuming his attempts to pry the collar off. “I don’t want to be a good girl! I won’t be like the others!” The creatures seemed to snicker at his cries of terror. He noticed the two enjoying his anguish and turned to them.

“Please! Get this off of me! I’ll do anything! Tell you anything! Just please don’t make me like the others!” He crawled to them on his knees, begging and pleading with these dog-like aliens. Yellow had to look away, unable to watch a distinguished UESA captain demean himself so.

The male alien snorted through his nose at the captain’s pleas and pushed the man down to the floor. The female made something akin to a giggle when the captain crashed to the ground. He started to pick himself up but stopped when he got to his hands and knees.

He looked like he was caught in some internal struggle. Like he was fighting something inside his mind. The captain looked like he might even vomit, but the only thing leaving his gaping mouth were words that sent chills up Yellow’s spine.

“I’m…a good girl. I…I’m a good girl, and I…need to…be bred.” Yellow took a step back, speechless, as she watched the captain’s ears grow longer, pointier.

“What the fuck?” She blurted out. The two aliens exchanged self-satisfied looks and murmured something in their language. The female passed the controller to the male and spoke a few last words before turning and exiting the room. When Yellow turned her attention back to the captain, she was shocked at what she saw.

The captain now had golden yellow fur spreading across his skin, growing in widening patches. His face had elongated too. The beginnings of a canine muzzle stretched outward with carnivorous teeth filling his maw. His ears traveled up the side of his head as his fur merged with his short hair. “I’m a good girl.” He repeated, his voice now noticeably feminine. A cracking sound emanated from his body. Yellow stepped closer to get a better look.

His body appeared to be changing shape all over. His shoulders were narrowing, and at the same time, his hips were widening. By the way his clothes were loosening on his body, he appeared to be losing height and mass. The only part of him that seemed to be growing was his chest. The two new mounds of breast flesh tented his uniform.

“What the fuck?!” Yellow blurted out once more. This was getting stranger by the minute. She watched as the captain’s face completely took on the visage of a golden retriever, and his hands and feet became more canine, matching the alien’s. His boots burst due to the larger and more canine shape. Yellow could only imagine how painful these changes must be, but the look on the altering captain’s canine face told a different story.

“I’m such a good girl.” He repeated, this time in a far sultrier tone. “I need to be filled with pups.” The alien creature chuckled and spoke something to her softly. He stepped forward and crouched down to caress the captain’s new face. The ever-feminizing and species-shifting captain licked at his wrist and nuzzled his palm. The transforming captain’s hand traveled down into his drooping pants to rub between his legs. Soon, the changes stopped, the last of which was a tail snaking its way from the new dog creature’s tailbone.

Yellow stared at the scene, slack-jawed. This had to be someone’s sick fantasy, right? Maybe something a disgruntled crew member came up with to disrespect the captain? That, or it had to be the captain’s weird kinks come to life through his own personal program. If the latter was true, this was the last thing he’d want playing when his ship was rescued.

The alien on the program murmured something to the changed captain, and he responded pretty positively to it. He spoke back to him in the creature’s language with a cheerful tone and a gleeful smile on his face. Then he stood up. The loose pants of his uniform fell around his ankles, but his boxers still clung to his new wide hips. He removed his officer’s shirt by simply pulling it over his head, revealing the size of his new breasts, the only thing now filling out his loose undershirt.

After pulling his undershirt off, he went for his boxers, pulling them down while blocking Yellow’s view of his groin with his hanging D-cups when he bent over. When he stood straight up again, Yellow caught the perfect sight of the captain’s new, furry body, more importantly, the captain’s new pussy.

“What…the…fuck….” She breathed. She watched as the captain turned around for the alien, bending over his…no…her desk and presenting to the male with a lifted tail. The male put down his rifle and leaned it against the desk before removing the codpiece from his armor. He stepped toward the captain, opening the material underneath, exposing his red, rigid canine member to the room.

The captain wiggled her hips until the male took hold of them and thrust into her. The holodeck speakers screeched with the euphoric cries of the captain as she became his bitch. Yellow looked on in disgust, both at the scene before her and with herself, noticing how she was becoming strangely aroused.

She decided it was best to end this madness and continue with her search for the missing crew member. She turned around and started toward the control panel so she could shut the room down and move on. That’s when she heard the powering up of a weapon behind her.

Yellow spun around to see an exact copy of the creature currently fucking the transformed captain, pointing the very weapon he shot the captain with straight at her. There was no time for her to react. For a moment, she thought it was part of the program, but in the moment it took her brain to piece two and two together, it was too late.

There was a crack, then a whistling sound as the pink collar shot at her with blurring speed. Within half a second, it was over.

The collar struck her neck and closed around it, knocking the sentinel off her feet. She landed with a metallic thud, her suit absorbing most of the impact. “What the FUCK?!” She screamed in disbelief. Her hands went straight for her neck, trying to pull the collar off, but even with the added strength of her suit, she couldn’t break it, at least not without breaking her neck in the prosses.

She looked up to see the dog-like creature standing over her, remote control in hand. The same one that she saw used in the holodeck program. He spoke something to her in his language, then tapped a few buttons, the last of which lit his face with a red glow. “Take this fucking thing off of me, right now!” She growled at him. He only shook his head and mumbled something to himself.

Slowly, gradually, a chorus of feminine voices faded into her psyche, starting soft, quiet, like an ocean tide coming in. Yellow abandoned her efforts of pulling the collar off and decided to cut them off instead.

She activated her right arm’s fusion blade and immediately brought it to her neck but stopped. There was one problem. Her blade was too long to cut into the pink device without also cutting into her face. There was no angle she could level the humming, glowing blade that could do the trick. If only they were a foot shorter.

If only she had left her helmet on.

She turned her attention to the dog-creature standing over her, who grinned with sadistic glee. She figured if she couldn’t remove the collar, at the very least, she could end this creature’s life and destroy the remote that appeared to be controlling the device, filling her mind with intrusive thoughts.

She pushed herself further off the ground and struck out at the foolish alien standing within reach of her blade. She was expecting it to cleave effortlessly through his legs to the sound of painful shrieks and cries. What she didn’t expect, and what happened, was her blade stopping within inches of him, held there almost by some sort of forcefield. She tried to force it further but found her arm wouldn’t budge.

“Such a feisty creature you are.” The alien spoke. Yellow withdrew her blade and looked up at the smug doggo. Her breathing was deep as she tried to make sense of it all.

“You speak English?” She asked out of utter disbelief.

“No, but I understand Doggonian, which is what you now have knowledge of and are now speaking, albeit not very well, at least not yet. Don’t worry. You’ll better grasp the language when your vocal cords change.” If Yellow was truly speaking the alien’s language, she didn’t know it. Her brain processed it as if she had spoken it all her life.

“Get this damn thing off of me!” Yellow shouted, anger boiling over. She stood up and yanked at the pink device around her neck. “Now! Or else!” The alien snorted at her empty threats.

“Or what? You can’t hurt me, not anymore, and not unless I want you to.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re just going to have to get used to being a good girl.” Good girl…those words rang through Yellow’s head like the tolling of church bells. She clutched her temples and waited for the ringing to abide. She felt an unusual arousal build inside her, and it took a lot of restraint to keep her hands off her body.

Breaking free of these odd feelings, she lunged at him, activating both her blades with a war cry. She swung them at his neck with swiftness, fury, and precision, aiming to cut his head off his body from both sides. But again, some invisible force thwarted her efforts only inches away.

“Why can’t I kill you?! Is it some kind of repulsion field, maybe telekinesis?! Tell me, Alien!” She growled in frustration, practically gnashing her teeth at him. Still, she tried to connect her weapons with his neck, straining her arms as best she could. The dog-like creature took a few steps back.

“I already told you. The collar won’t allow you to harm me. I am your master, after all, and good girls don’t bite the hand that feeds. Or the stud that breeds.” Those words… ‘good girl’… they struck Yellow the same as before. Again, she had to force herself not to touch her more private areas.

She withdrew her blades and clutched her head. However, something felt off. The tips of her fingers had points to them, almost like her nails had grown but narrower.

Yellow pressed a button on her wrist, and its glove portions deconstructed and retreated into its sleeves, leaving her hands bare. The alien observed how her suit reconfigured itself and pulled his remote back out. Meanwhile, Yellow looked over her hands. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

The shape of her hands had changed. Her fingers were slightly longer, and thick canine claws replaced her fingernails. When she turned her hands over, she found flat, leathery pads covering her palms and fingertips. They started to shake as a dark realization set in. What she’d seen on the holodeck footage wasn’t faked.

“Wha-…What the fuck?!” She shrieked. The doggo ignored her outbursts and spoke in a calm tone.

“The former crew of this ship had to be changed rather quickly due to the abundance of those aboard. That, and they were shooting at us, understandably.” He paused and made a short smirk. “I’ve always been fascinated by the process. So, this time, I made sure to set the changes for these collars at a slow pace.”

Yellow spat at him, then turned and bolted for the door, but to her terror, it shut. She crashed into it with her hands, then frantically slammed her fists against the bulkhead. “Help!” She cried. “Get me out of here!” She activated her blades and went to strike the door but stopped when the doggo shouted at her.

“No! Bad girl!” The ringing in Yellow’s head rang twice as strong this time at the words ‘bad girl.’ It brought her pain, not just in her head but in her whole body. She withdrew her blades and clutched her torso. “Only doggos can leave this room. That’s how Thora programmed the door. So, if you want to leave, you’ll just have to be a good girl for me.”

This time when the words ‘good girl’ reached her ears, she didn’t need to bring her hands to her head. The pain she felt across her body abated, and a warm, tingling feeling replaced it. It felt…good. These pleasureful feelings melded with the terror and confusion she already felt. It tortured her mind and angered her further, causing her to lash out.

She turned to scream at her captor, but instead of words, a single bark yapped from her throat. Her eyes shot wide open, shocked. She immediately clasped her mouth shut before the next one could escape her lips. The doggo chuckled to himself while he pressed buttons on his remote.

“Cute, really fitting into your new role. Hey, did you know your suit can interface with your collar? Apparently, the transformative effects on your DNA also work with the morphing mechanisms in your suit.” He paused and looked up at her like an artist studying his subject. “Which is perfect because I have a thing for revealing outfits.” His remote chirped as he finished entering a new button combination. He closed it and slipped it back into his utility belt, then stood back and watched the newly entered alterations unfold.

Yellow’s gaze followed his, looking down at her suit. She flashed a startled look. The yellow nano-fabric retreated from her hands and feet, continuing up her arms and legs. As her olive skin was revealed, so were the patches of golden khaki fur sprouting from it, not to mention how her Amazonian musculature gradually softened and weakened, giving her a daintier overall look. Her feet appeared to match how her hands had changed.

Yellow’s breath shook with fear. Her suit continued up her limbs. This exposure continued past her shoulders until her neck and shoulders were bare. The same happened to her hips as well. Eventually, the half-nude sentinel was standing in nothing but a one-piece leotard constructed from her suit's shiny metallic yellow material.

“That’s going to look really good once your fur comes in all the way.” He mocked. Yellow scratched at the itchy spots of fur as they filled in the bare fleshy spaces between.

“Please…don’t do this…I don’t want this….” She pleaded. The feeling of complete and udder defeat bore down on her like a boot. She knew there was no other choice but to grovel.

“Oh, you will. They all do. You’re no different. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Yellow gasped at his words. The warm feeling blossomed across her body again, and she found her fingers involuntarily brushing over her erogenous zones before going back to the unbearable itch across her body.

The whispering voices grew louder. She could make out the things they were saying now. Be a good girl, be a good breeder, obey your masters. You love being a good girl. They pulled at her mind and shook her psyche. She groaned out in protest.

“I don’t want to be a good girl. I’m a human. I don’t want to…to…to breed!” She growled a very canine growl, the remains of her fiery, rebellious nature making a final stand. This attitude would break at the sounds of her facial bones snapping as they shifted.

“Are you sure you’re a human? You’re looking more like a Doggo to me.” He mocked, referring to her elongating face, cracking and creaking as it grew into a canine snout.

“N-no.” She whimpered. She crossed her eyes down as her lower face entered her vision. She felt her ears moving up her head, further to the top. They grew longer, flatter, and soon, they folded over, flopping so they covered their openings.

She pried her hands from her body and brought them to her face, physically examining its new shapes. Her paw pads ran over the fur now covering her face, hands shaking. “No…” She whimpered again, squeaking like a mouse.

“Mmmm.” Ares hummed, sniffing the air. “You smell like a doggo too. Like female amid a ferocious heat.” He took a step towards her, and she took a step back in repose.

“Stay away from me.” She held her canine hand out as she backed away. Her stance was one of desperation and fear. Her shoulders pulled inward, and her legs pulled together, a stark contrast from the boisterous, elite warrior she had been earlier in the day. “Stay back!” She shouted, although the wavering in her voice did little to intimidate.

That’s when her nose completed its canine shift. Now black, moist, and able to pick up a plethora of scents unafforded to her as a human, she could smell the musk on him, his maleness. Her mind raced, and her heart beat faster. Blood rushed to her loins, and the voices in her head became more explicit.

“Are you sure you want to stay away from me?” He asked slyly, still stepping towards her. Yellow wasn’t sure she could honestly say yes to his question anymore. Her back pressed against the door behind her, and she turned to slam her fists on it in desperate hysteria.

“Heeeelp! Help me! Please!” She stopped shouting when another bark yapped from her open maw. Her body tensed when Ares’ hands wrapped around her midsection. She let out a canine whine, knowing she couldn’t even strike back or push him off her. Good girls didn’t shove their masters after all. She whined louder at the realization that she didn’t entirely want to repel him.

“Good girl.” He whispered in her ear, pulling into her. She shuttered and let out a more pleasured whine. She found herself backing into his embrace, feeling the heat from his crotch on her furry rear.

“Please…” She croaked out. She felt his hand reach her breasts, taking hold of the firm C-cups and groping them, feeling their shape as they began to expand in his grip.

“There we go. I was wondering when these would start growing. Good girls need plenty of milk to feed their pups.” Yellow gasped, the words ‘good girl’ bursting in her brain like fireworks. Her loins were on fire, and she moaned when Ares’s other hand crept down between her legs.

She opened her legs for him, and his canine hand pressed into her sex, rubbing it over her suit and appreciating the heat coming off it. Even through the heat-resistant material, her arousal was evident.

Yellow’s suit parted around her tailbone, making a hole for her new tail as it snaked out. Her maw also parted, and her long, flat canine tongue rolled out as she began to pant.

Another whine escaped her throat, the whinge of a bitch in heat. Ares’s musk filled her sensitive nose. The voices had melted away now, giving purchase to the buzzing need that bore into her conscious and persisted there.

‘P-please…” She whimpered once more. Any resistance to him, to her perverted desires, was rapidly slipping away. Ares growled into her ear, projecting his dominance onto her. It made her legs weak and her heart skip.

“Please…what?” He asked through gritted teeth. His hand gripped her lady parts and her ballooning breasts tighter. The new golden lab retriever was practically puddy in his grip. Her musk burned in his nose like lustful fire.

“P-p-please…” The words Yellow wanted to say were on the tip of her lolling tongue. She was on the edge of a cliff, and she knew if she let herself fall over it, she’d be lost forever. Her mental fortitude to hold back had been strained like leg muscles in a marathon, and as those muscles gave into their fatigue, she could no longer stand at the edge of that cliff. And so she fell.

“Please…breed me….” She whimpered. Ares snorted from his nose, blowing into her ear.

“Good girl. See how easy that was? Tell me what you are.” He licked her neck, and she cocked her head to give him better access.

“I’m…I’m a good girl.” She replied with want and defeat. Ares’s hand left her double Ds and went for her neck, tenderly clutching her throat. Yellow leaned her head back and nuzzled the doggo’s face, giving his hand more space to grab.

“And what am I?” He asked with a growl.

“My…master.” She admitted. There was hesitation in her voice, but her tone was of total acceptance.

“Very good girl.” He growled. Yellow shuttered and groaned lustfully at his praise. He slipped his canine hand under the crotch of her leotard and felt through the soaked folds of her sex. Yellow initially gasped, then made a very sultry moan at the invasion. “So wet too. You feel like you really want some pups inside you.”

“I do, master.” She breathed back. “I…I want to have your puppies. I’m ready, master.” When Ares relinquished his hand from her pussy and released his hold of her, she fully expected him to mount her, so she leaned on the door with both hands and stuck her rear out for him in wait. But when she looked back at him, he was backing away from her.

“You aren’t ready. Your internal reproductive organs have yet to change, and we have more work to do.” Yellow’s ears drooped, and her face sunk. A pang of needy panic overcame her.

“What?! No! Please, master! Mate me!” She cried, the aching between her legs driving her.

“No, that is for later, missy.” He insisted, his tone growing sterner. Yellow turned around and crouched down with both hands on the floor, showing submission.

“Please, master. I need it so bad.” She whined and gave him puppy eyes, then turned tail and leaned over, presenting herself to him. Ares raised his voice at her.

“I said no! You don’t want to be a bad girl now, do you?” Yellow gasped and clambered back up onto her canine feet. Nothing had stirred her before like the notion of being considered a bad girl.

“Yes, master.” She replied sadly. “What can I do to help you?” Her head was turned down, but her eyes gazed up at him with guilt.

“You can help by telling me where the rest of your team is.” Yellow’s disposition brightened immediately. She was more than happy to oblige.

“Of course, master! Blue is going to the comms room, Green the computer mainframe, Pink the medbay, and Red is going to the bridge.” Her tail wagged as she did as she was told.

“Very good. Perfect, in fact. Everything is going according to plan.” He put a hand on his hip as he stepped toward her. “My bitch, Thora, will be collaring the others, but we will return to the bridge to nab this…red. If you help me with red, I’ll mate with you till you’re stuffed full of puppies.” He caressed Yellow’s muzzled face with his other hand. Her eyes and smile could light up the room all their own.

“Yes, master! I’d love to help you!” She cheered. Her tail flapped violently behind her.

“Good girl.” He praised. Yellow giggled and cuddled up to him, nuzzling his neck. Ares led her by the small of her back to the door, which slid open for them. “Oh, I forgot to ask. What is your name? Sentinel Yellow doesn’t sound like a proper name for a breeder.” Yellow giggled before answering him.

“It’s Melissa, master.”

“Very good. Melissa, the breeder, sounds like an excellent name for a good girl.” Melissa giggled with glee as the two rounded a hallway corner.

As they strolled down the corridor to the turbolifts, she clung to him as a giddy schoolgirl would her boyfriend. She couldn’t wait to share this experience with Red and eventually feel Ares inside her.

The bulkhead door to the medbay slid open with a *woosh*. The first thing to poke through from the corridor outside was the long bore of Pink’s high-powered sniper rifle.

As she entered, she turned on a point, checking her corners for hostiles. The hallways leading up to the medbay had all been scored with the marks of phaser fire and had put her on the highest alert.

The medbay, however, looked untouched. Even the many beds lining the octagonal room’s white walls were neatly made with fresh linens. The service desk in the middle of the room had a few medical items scattered on top as if the staff sorting them had to leave in a hurry.

The desk made a broken ring around a giant metal column that housed and distributed all the medical supplies to the staff. There were three other bays attached to this central room, all of which she’d have to check, so she made her way to the windowed bulkhead door on the right-hand side of the room, rifle still raised at the ready.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a voice call to her from across the room.

“Please, help me.” It said. It sounded like a woman’s voice in distress. Pink turned her helmeted head to see a bed, previously obscured by the central column. Its covers were pulled up over what looked like a person. Believing it to be the stranded crew, she abandoned the task of clearing the other wings of the medbay and called back.

“Hello? This is Sentinel Pink. We got a distress signal from your ship and came to rescue you. Are you badly hurt? Can you move?” She called out her questions as she stepped toward the human-sized lump under the linens. She angled her rifle down to the floor as she approached.

“Please. Help me. I was wounded in the attack.” The voice sounded weak and gravelly like she was in great pain and on the verge of sobbing or passing out. Pink’s sense of empathy overtook her.

She stopped and lowered her rifle to her side, tapping at the side of her neck. Her helmet deconstructed, exposing her head and letting her long blonde hair free down her back. She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied her hair into a ponytail to prepare for any medical procedures. She then hurried to the side of the medical bed, prepping her wrist device to administer a nanite spray to the crewmate’s injuries.

“I’m going to remove these sheets, alright. We’ll get you fixed up and off this….” She stopped what she was saying when the linens, once removed by her, revealed a training dummy. “What?” She looked over the dummy before finding the source of the voice. It was a data tablet tucked under the dummy’s neck. It played a pre-recorded audio file at full volume, startling the confused sentinel.

“Please don’t leave me here.” The voice pleaded.

“What is going on?” She thought out loud. That’s when she felt something latch around her neck. She swung around and raised her rifle to her shoulder. Her elbow struck whatever was behind her and a canine yelp stabbed at her ears.

She leveled her weapon at the golden-furred figure crashing to the ground. Her rifle’s red targeting laser lit up from its scope, resting on the creature’s chest.

“Who are you!?” She shouted, then paused when she realized what she was looking at. It was some type of humanoid canine. It had the same physiology as a human female but sported the distinct features of a golden retriever. The only thing the creature wore was a pink collar around her neck. Pink altered her question before asking it again. “What…are you?”

The creature recovered from her momentarily stunned state before answering. “My name is Thora.” She said meekly, having had the wind knocked out of her. Pink eased up when the creature surprisingly responded in English.

“You can understand me?” Pink asked. Thora pushed her upper body up by her elbows but hesitated to get up much further out of fear of being shot. She looked up from the red dot on her chest to Pink.

“Of course, I can. I used to be a human, like you.” Despite the circumstances, her voice was rather cheery.

“What do you mean, ‘used to be?’” Pink asked, squinting her eyes with suspicion. Thora’s attitude seemed to be continuing on an upward trend the more she answered the sentinel’s questions. She pointed to the pink collar around her neck.

“I got one of these! And so did all the others on the ship!” Her tail began wagging. “I was the captain, but now I’m a good girl!” Pink bit her lip and cocked her eyebrow. Her stance eased further when it was evident the dog girl in front of her was of little threat. She lowered her gun away from Thora.

“You’re the captain of The Judas? This ship?”

“I was! Now I’m a doggo! And you will be too!” She picked herself up onto her knees. Pink slung her rifle over her shoulder and bent down to offer the doggo a hand. Thora took it, and the sentinel lifted the doggo off the alloy floor.

“Ok…well, my team and I are here to rescue you. I don’t know what happened to you, but we need to get you back to our ship so my team and I can figure out how to reverse….” She gestured to Thora’s body. “All of this.” Thora giggled at her.

“You can’t reverse it. And I wouldn’t want to anyway. Being a good girl for my master is the best thing ever!” She excitedly clutched her arms near her chest before proclaiming, “I’m going to have his pups!” She then turned around and walked back to the desk behind her.

“Master?” Pink asked, her tone growing ever more concerned. “What do you mean, pups?” Thora picked a handheld device off the counter and turned back to Pink. She leaned back against the desk and slipped the device open, revealing a full glass touch screen connecting the two sides, giving it a cartoon bone shape.

“Oh, yes! Master Ares! He made me a good girl and mated with me.” Her voice dripped with sexuality as she mentioned mating, then quickly shifted back to its previous cheeriness. “And he’s gonna mate with you and fill you with pups too! You’re gonna love it.” She tapped away at the screen as she talked.

“So, this alien…Ares, you call him? He’s had…sexual relations with you? Like this?” Pink asked cautiously.

“Mhm,” Thora replied, still tacking away at the buttons.

“And…Impregnated you?”

“Mmmm.” Thora hummed like someone reminiscing a well-enjoyed and copiously consumed meal. “Yeah,” Was all she could reply with.

“If this is true, this isn’t good, Thora. We need to get you back to the ship, isolate you, and get you back to one of the core worlds.” Pink thought about what the captain said a little more. “What did you mean he’s going to do the same to me? Why would I allow that?” Thora tapped at her collar.

“The collar I gave you will make you a good girl, like me!” Thora gasped with delight when something popped up on her controller’s screen. “Hey! I can change your suit too! Master will love this! I know just what he likes. I’m gonna be the best girl ever!” She tapped a few more times on the remote and finished. The screen lit up her happy muzzled face with red light before she closed it and stuck it back on her belt.

Pink, on the other hand, now remembering the doggo had placed something on her neck, pulled at the collar. Her mind made the connections, then panic set in. She tugged at the collar but had no success removing it. “Thora, you need to get this off of me.” She insisted, still tugging at the collar.

“But then you wouldn’t get to be a good girl,” Thora replied, leaning further back on the desk and gripping it from behind with her paw-like hands. The words ‘good girl’ rang in Pink’s head like a gong, and she brought her hand to her forehead until this sensation faded.

“I don’t want to be a good girl-“ She groaned and clutched her temples. She figured she’d limit the usage of those words if possible. She just hoped Thora would too. Pink straightened up and reconstituted herself. “I’m a sentinel. I won’t be subjected to this.” Thora huffed at her statement.

“You won’t be a sentinel for long.” She said rather sassily, a turn of character for the cheery doggo. Pink opened her mouth to say something when something shifted within her suit. Her breasts and rear felt like they were growing, inflating. They stretched the nano-fabric of her suit as they expanded. Pink gave a concerned grunt.

“H-how?” She asked, astonished. Thora shrugged her shoulders, flipping her hands up to emphasize her gesture.

“I dunno. DNA, I think? Master never told me.” The former captain confessed. Pink watched her body parts change, more intrigued than disturbed.

“This feels…strange,” Pink said. Her body bimbofied before her eyes. Thora left the counter and stepped toward the sentinel.

“Yeah. At first. But then it feels soooooo good.” She stood next to Pink, watching with as much fascination as Pink was. “I’ve never gotten to watch it myself. I like that I could take my time with you. All of the crew had to be changed pretty fast.” Pink brought her hands up to her inflating breasts to feel their gaining mass. That’s when Pink noticed a pressure coming from her tailbone.

Her suit opened up a small hole just above her growing rear. A thin, pointed protrusion snaked out from her suit, hairless but quickly sprouting black and grey fur. It grew out, then curled in toward her body. She turned her hips and pivoted her leg to observe it with rapt fascination.

“Incredible…” She ran her hands over the expanding curves of her body. She turned back to Thora with a troubled look. “This isn’t good, though, Thora. You need to stop this.” Thora giggled at her request.

“But then you can’t be a good girl. Like me!” Pink gasped at the brief rush of euphoria flooding her senses. Thora reached out and latched herself to Pink’s waist with a big hug. The sentinel’s arms came up from her side in shock. The doggo captain buried her nose in Pink’s bust and took a few curious sniffs. She hummed to herself. “Mmmmm. You already smell like a good girl.”

Pink gasped at another rush of euphoria, then carefully pried the enamored doggo off herself. “Quit it, Thora! This is serious.” She felt her ears begin to travel up the side of her head, lengthening into points. Her hands darted up to them, feeling the flesh changing in real-time. “Ok, we really need to go. If you’re not going to help me, I’ll find one of my teammates who can.”

Thora jumped at Pink’s mention of another teammate. “Oh yes! We should go to the communications room! One of your friends should be there!” Pink looked down in thought and frowned, then down at herself as she noticed her suit reforming. It pulled up her legs, merging and opening into a tight skirt.

“That’s not a bad idea. Blue will know what to do.” Thora nodded along enthusiastically. Her tail wagged behind her.

“Yes, yes! She should be ready for us by now!” Pink gave the doggo a look of incredulity.

“What do you mean ‘ready for us?’” She asked. Thora spun around and trotted back to the service desk.

“You’ll see!” She bent over the desk to grab something, exposing her sticky pussy to the sentinel, who attempted to avert her eyes. Thora returned with a long, slim rectangular device that resembled a rifle clutched in her paws. She turned around to face Pink, the gun cradled in her arms. “Ok! We can go!” She turned and skipped off toward the bulkhead door leading out of the medbay.

Pink watched the strange, oddly cute dog lady as she went. She found her eyes gravitating toward her golden yellow rear end. “Come along, now! Be a good girl and follow!” The same rush of euphoria from earlier briefly returned. Pleasureful tingles rippled across her body, and she released a soft gasp.

She shook her head and followed Thora across the room, forgetting her rifle. She couldn't be certain whether she followed the doggo due to her urgency to report back to Blue and get the two of them some much-needed aid or the unexplainable compulsion to…obey the doggo girl.

The door to the communications room hissed and squelched as it slid open. Blue stood in the doorway; her ion SMG raised at the ready. She scanned the room from left to right, although the various waveguides that fed the subspace communications arrays obscured her vision of most of the room.

The walls all projected holoscreens that displayed the oscillating waveforms and routing protocols that made faster than light telecommunications possible. From what she could tell by eyeing the screens, all the comms worked as intended. She just had to sniff out where the scrap code was coming from.

With all this equipment making for such tight quarters, she withdrew her gun and reached back over her shoulder for her power sword. Slowly, she unsheathed it, leveling it out in front of her. Her thumb switched on the button near the hilt, and the curved, folded metal blade lit up with blue light as energy coursed through it, humming and faintly vibrating in her hands.

She pointed it straight in front of her, poised to strike anything that might ambush her, then continued down the catwalk between waveguides. She stepped light as a feather, with the form of a feline stalking its prey.

When she reached the end of the catwalk, the room opened up again. The ship’s central comms computer stood at the epicenter. Shaped much like a disc, it was two arm spans across, four feet in height, and projected a holographic map of every star system in the UESA. Little green blips rippled out from each, showing a positive connection to each.

Upon closer examination, Blue could make out something that had been placed in the middle, partially blocking some of the holograms. She lowered her sword and cautiously stepped up to the computer. Her helmeted head cocked to one side curiously, and she reached out with one hand to press a button on one of the computer’s access screens.

The holographic map faded into the computer’s surface, leaving the center of the room absent of its green glow. There, sitting dead center on the steel surface was a plant. A soil-filled pot held a pink flower swaying in the breeze created by the room’s AC vents above.

Blue gave the room another quick scan, then lay her sword down on the computer. She brought her arm up and pointed her wrist device toward it, pressing a button. A flensing beam washed over the flower from her wrist, then withdrew. The internal speaker within her helmet spoke her suit’s findings.

“Platycodon roseus. A flora native to the colony world, Artemis. No known toxins or contaminants have been observed.” She cocked her head to the opposite side curiously.

“Hmm, must be a gift from one of the colonists for their sweetheart stationed here.” Blue thought. A flashing red light on one of the wall-mounted screens drew her attention from the corner of her eye. She turned to it and stepped up to the screen. After a mere glance at the alert, her search for the source of the scrap code had concluded.

“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.” She said to herself. Feeling more confident, Blue let down her guard and went to work, undoing what had been done. She tapped a button on her helmet, which deconstructed into her suit.

She took in a breath of the ship’s recirculated air and paused. It was…sweet…too sweet. She knew the stale air of a starship well, and it should not smell this way.

Before she had even begun, she stopped what she was doing and looked back to the flower, sniffing the richly scented air. She hummed a pleased hum and turned around, following the scent. Her curious sniffs led her back to the only source of the aroma she could think of—the flower.

“Damn, you smell nice. I can see why someone would want you around.” She said, complimenting the flower as if it could answer. She leaned in and took a few appetizing whiffs before sticking her nose straight into its pink pedals.

Suddenly the plant sprayed a musky substance all over her face, sending Blue reeling back in shock. “Ah! What the fuck?!” She cried. Blue stumbled and removed her soiled glasses to wipe her face with her hands. She gave herself a few extra swipes of her hand. “Never mind! Jesus…”

She scoffed. She’d have to clean herself up once the team regrouped at the bridge. There was still a job to do. She turned her attention back to the mission at hand but abruptly stopped. Something within her stirred to life. It was a feeling. A sensation. The same sensation she felt when she’d be alone with Pink…

“Wha-?” She blurted out with a shuddering breath. Her legs buckled a little, and a shiver ran up her form. She felt weak. Her hands peeled back to catch herself on the central computer’s side when she lost balance. Her breath deepened as she felt her body growing warmer. If it weren’t for her suit’s temperature-regulating systems, she’d already be covered in a sheen of sweat.

He huffed and puffed, nearly panting. Blood was rapidly flowing to her nether regions. A heavy fog of lust was overcoming her mind. “What’s…happening…to me?” Her suit gave her the answer.

“You have been exposed to a highly potent aphrodisiac. There is no known antidote onboard this morphsuit. Alerting your teammates now.” She shook her head. Without stopping the scrap code from scrambling her comms, there was no way they’d get the alert. She turned and attempted to step toward the infected computer but immediately took a tumble. Her legs had turned to jelly, the ache between them too intense.

Her glasses scattered across the alloy floor, and her ponytail brushed her face as she crashed down on all fours. She gasped and looked around with blurred vision, unable to see clearly without them.

Forget her vision; she couldn’t focus, period. Her head was drowning in pheromones. There was only one thing she could think of to alleviate this problem. And she really…really wanted to do it.

Her suit, reacting to her new intentions, reformed at her crotch, splitting down the middle and pulling apart, revealing her blue cotton thong, giving her the access she needed. Her hand slowly traveled from the floor beneath her to her nether region, skimming along her chest and belly as it went.

A bubbly giggle fluttered from her once she felt her hands press against her fabric-covered mound. Her thong was already damp and only got wetter as she worked her digits into herself.

A moan forced itself from her lungs, and a deep breath only drew more of the plant’s pheromones inside. She thought of Pink. She thought of Pink’s suit deconstructing across her body and how her smooth, light skin would look as it slowly revealed itself to Blue. She thought of how her ample breasts would spill out, begging to be caressed. Her ass looked so good in her morphsuit too. Imagine how it would look outside of it.

Her fingers slipped beneath the cotton thong and into the slick lips beneath. Her moans intensified, and she wasted no time digging two fingers straight into her depths. Her back arched, and her rear stuck into the air like a bitch in a fierce heat. The refrigerated air did little to cool the searing heat between her legs.

“Oh…fuck!” She cried, giggling blissfully. Another finger slipped inside her opening. She wriggled them and bore down on her sweet spot. The sentinel bucked back against them and licked her lips. She was slowly slipping away. Her logic and reason dulled as she thought of nothing but ripping the clothes of her teammate and all the dirty things she’d do to her once she had.

While her mind was elsewhere, she failed to notice how her breasts began growing. The modest B-cups had already gone up a size and gradually continued to inflate. Her ass was doing the same. She never had the most cushioned or roundest of asses, but now it nearly had a jiggle to it as she thrust her body back with each stroke of her pussy.

“Hey, cutie!” Came a cheery female voice from the waveguide catwalk. She snapped her attention in its direction, blushing beet red from embarrassment, helped along by her uncontrollable arousal. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself!”

A partially blurred figure of a woman who looked to be wearing a dog costume wandered out from the catwalk. Behind her, a pink figure appeared. As it got closer, Blue could make it out as Pink. Her long, beautiful blonde hair was enough to give her away.

“Pink?” She giggled, her embarrassment abating in the presence of her good friend and teammate. “Is that you?”

“Uh…Yes.” Pink replied. A tone in her voice gave away her discomfort seeing Blue violate herself right in front of her. She’d be lying to herself if she thought it didn’t arouse her more than a little. “Wha- What are you doing?” Blue squinted at her, almost pleading.

“I *ah!* Can’t stop! *Ah!* It’s the pheromones! *hehe* I swear!…you *ah* have to help me.” Her words were interrupted by uncontrollable moans and giggles.

“You can’t,” Thora said gloomily. Her ears drooped a little, then perked again. So did her tone. “But that’s ok! I’ve heard these flowers are fun! I got a few sniffs earlier but couldn’t stay long enough to enjoy it much.”

She poked her nose up and sniffed the air. “It smells lovely now, though….” Her voice trailed off and her eyes glazed over. She closed them, one hand going to her breasts and the other between her legs. Pink ignored most of what Thora had said and rushed to her friend and teammate’s side.

“What are you talking about?” She asked Blue in a panic.

“The…the flower!” She tried to explain, voice quivering. She paused to stifle a giggle. “Its…pheromones!”

Pink looked back at Thora, who was now touching herself in various places while leaning back against a waveguide. Her breathing was deep and sultry. Pink finally noticed the sweet scent permeating the air.

It made her feel…good. Like the sunshine of a late spring day was bathing her in its warm glow through breaking clouds. This feeling only intensified as she breathed. Only then did she understand what Blue was talking about. But it would be too late for either of them.

As Blue looked up, lustful and confused, she noticed something very out of place with Pinks’s face, even without her glasses. The blonde now had furry white and grey ears that pointed up from either side of her head. Not only that, but the end of her nose had turned black and moist.

As Blue looked down Pink’s form, she noticed a curly, fuzzy appendage swaying back and forth from her rear end, and the hands probing at her form felt more akin to paws than human hands.

Blue shook her head, thinking herself to be hallucinating now as a symptom of the plant’s pheromones. “What?” She breathed out in confusion. “You *ah!* Look like *mmm.* A dog?” She giggled at her own words. “You look… pretty adorable like that.”

“It’s the…collar,” Pink said, blushing. She took a hand off Blue to briefly tug at her new ‘accessory.’ Blue hadn’t even noticed it. It blended in with Pink’s suit and didn’t stand out in contrast with all the glaring changes to her body.

“We need to get this thing off me, Sora,” Pink explained, letting the sentinel’s first name slip as her mind continued to fall into intoxicating lust. “And we need to…get out…of here.”

Sora felt Pink’s hands massage her more than probing her for injuries. Pink’s right hand began its casual journey to Sora’s underside while her left traveled slowly across to her rear. “Oh, Alexa…” Sora moaned. “K-keep going.” She giggled. However, Alexa had no intention of stopping.

“W-we…should really…get….” Alexa stopped talking to gasp as Sora’s hand found its way between Alexa’s legs. Her palm pressed up against her teammate’s womanhood. It was met with zero resistance as Alexa opened her kneeling legs. By this time, Alexa’s hand was already circling over Sora’s petite ass, gripping it through her suit.

“I’ve wanted this for so long….” Sora started. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.” A radiant smile spread across Alexa’s face.

“So…have I.” She admitted. “I just...” She had to pause to choke back a few happy tears before continuing. “I just hoped you would have made the first move.”

“I was worried about the team…what would happen if we started…fraternizing with one another.” Sora held back her own tears. “So, I kept it a secret.”

“Oh, Sora…” Pink whimpered. Blue ignored how close Alexa’s fingers were to her hole and picked herself up off the floor. She kneeled in front of Alexa, the two’s hands on the other’s body. They looked one another in the eyes for a moment that seemed like an eternity. Then, their lips met.

The pheromone-addled women embraced each other ferociously, biting and sucking on each other’s lips. Their tongues snaked into each other’s mouths, exploring their new lover’s mouth. Feminine giggles and coos filled the pheromone-choked air from Sora, while Alexa’s bestial growls and moans pierced it.

While the two were distracted by each other, Thora sluggishly crawled up behind them, one hand still buried in her drooling pussy, the other grasping a pink collar from her utility belt as it hobbled her along. When she reached Alexa, she pushed herself off the floor and shuffled in, kneeling behind the sentinel.

She pressed into Alexa’s back and reached around her to tease Sora while the two made out. Her furry fingers held the collar as her thumbs pressed into Sora’s erect nipples through her blue suit. The sentinel moaned in approval, arching her back and pushing her chest out until the two girls’ breasts nearly touched, sandwiching Thora’s thumbs between them.

“Who’s your friend?” Sora asked, breaking their lip’s embrace to ask with a voice that dripped with enthusiastic sensuality.

“She’s Thora. She’s a…doggo…I suppose. I met her in the medbay.” Alexa’s words shuddered as she breathed them out.

“Well…She really knows how to use her thumbs.” A surprised giggle punctuated Sora’s words as Thora tugged on the girl’s hard nubs. Her hand with the collar rose to Alexa’s face. She giggled at Sora’s words of praise.

“Thank you, Sora.” She replied. The doggo hovered her muzzle next to Alexa’s pointed ear. “Please, be a good girl and give your cute girlfriend this for me.” Alexa shivered and moaned as the words ‘good girl’ tickled deep in her ear. She reached up to Thora’s hand and took the collar from the doggo, pulling it between her furry fingers.

Alexa spread the collar with both hands and looked over it. A voice inside her knew she shouldn’t be collaring her teammate. She knew it was bad news, but an even louder voice inside her head told her differently. “Give her the collar Alexa. Be a good girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

She shuddered again and breathed in. Her hands began to move toward her lover, slowly closing the gap between it and Sora’s neck. The blue sentinel watched as she did so. An enthusiastically curious look lit up her face.

“Hehe. This is so…kinky.” She giggled, her tone dripping wet with desire. She presented her neck to Alexa as the collar got ever closer.

“That’s it, Alexa. Make her a good girl like us.” Thora whispered. Alexis let out a soft moan as Thora’s words touched her being.

“Yeah,” She concurred. “A good girl, like us.” The collar pressed against Sora’s neck, then wrapped around it as Alexa’s hands continued past. There was a *click* that gave Sora a start, and then it was on. Alexa’s hands withdrew from Sora’s neck, sliding down to the girl’s shoulders.

Thora’s furry hands now switched to Alexa’s breasts, kneading them and teasing her nipples through the skimpy shape her suit had taken since they left the medbay. Now she had a tight pink dress from her lower chest to just below her hips.

Two straps led up from the upper hem over the center of her E-cups, barely covering her nipples. These straps passed over her shoulders and joined again with the hem at the back. A loose tie accompanied her collar, mashing between her melons as Thora felt them up.

Sora chuckled, then looked Alexa in the eyes and gave her a playful “woof.” The two girls giggled and locked lips once more. Thora’s hands gave Alexa’s nipples a good squeeze and spoke to the two.

“Such good girls.” She cooed. Alexa moaned into their kiss. Sora frowned and groaned a little. A sudden strain in her temples made her cringe, but she continued to kiss her lover as if nothing had happened.

Thora released her hold of Alexa and slid back down to sit on her heels. She slipped her controller from her utility belt and pulled it open. With a few taps of some buttons, she entered the parameters she figured Ares would adore into it and hit the button activating Sora’s collar.

The controller lit up red, and Thora put it away. “Ares is gonna love you two. We’re gonna be such good girls for him, and then he’s gonna fill you with pups. Just like me!” The two girls continued, lost in their little world of sapphic bliss. Only the words ‘good girl’ made it through to them, drawing a momentary reaction.

Alexa’s face began to reshape. It popped and snapped as it started stretching out, first at her nose and mouth, then most of her face elongated. Sora adapted to Alexa’s forming muzzle and took the dog girl’s chin between her forefinger and thumb, kissing what she could of Alexa’s snout.

Her other hand dipped down below, venturing under Alexa’s skirt and brushing against the wet crotch of her thong. Her fingers pressed into it, and Alexa gently bucked her hips toward Sora’s hand, encouraging it. Sora broke their kiss to breathe something in her lover’s pointed ear.

“I always wondered what you wore under your suit.” She let out a soft giggle before her partner could answer.

“Now you know.” Alexa retorted, her voice silky with lust. Sora’s hand pulled the cotton fabric out of the way and slid two of her fingers inside the girl. Alexa gasped and bucked her hips more forcefully, her juices dripping down Sora’s fingers. “Oh god…” was all she could utter.

Alexa’s hands danced over Sora’s petite body. The girl’s suit was starting to shift, just as Alexa’s, but in a different style. It split horizontally at her waist, then receded down to her hips and up to her breasts as two parts. The transforming dog girl reached low on Sora’s back, inching ever closer to her new, giggly ass.

Sora giggled and shook her ample ass. “Ooooh, someone likes my new butt.”

“Yeah, I do,” Alexa replied through new pointed teeth. A light coat of black and white fur sprouted across her face.

“Well, be a good girl and grope away.” She giggled again at her own words. Alexa moaned, sounding more like a low growl than a sound of sexual gratification.

Sora’s suit had now split at her upper thigh, leaving her with long, blue stockings made from the nano-fiber material. They had reshaped into a short skirt, draping over her hips and barely concealing her crotch. Not that she cared if Alexa or Thora could see her soaking wet thong underneath. She…wanted them to see it.

As Sora slipped another finger into her lover, she felt the faint tickle of fur surround her hand. She also felt it on her other hand as it fell away from Alexa’s face to the girl’s shoulder. A layer of black and white fur was coursing out from every inch of the sentinel’s body, slowly growing from meager hairs to a thick, warm coat that could withstand the coldest winter temperatures.

The almost complete husky lady sensually slid a paw-like hand from Sora’s rear across her exposed thigh, reaching down beneath the girl’s skirt. She felt the heat radiating from Sora’s pussy like the dull radiance of a baby star.

“Yeah, Alexa…touch it.” She said, half-giggling in excitement and anticipation. “I’ve imagined this moment for so long.”

Alexa looked at her still-human lover down the length of her muzzle, ears flicking. She watched her hand lift Sora’s skirt as it pulled her thong out of the way. Her eye’s widened when her finger’s fur matted with the moistness of a small pond or lake. Sora was wetter than wet, and Alexa intended to go skinny dipping in her folds.

Sora moaned out raggedly as Alexa plunged her clawed fingers deep inside her, the two girls now reaching across to one another, playing delicately wild games with their lady parts. The two pressed into another ravenous kiss, Alexa’s long canine tongue flooding Sora’s mouth.

Thora shuffled herself to the side so she could watch the two, planting herself on her rear and sitting cross-legged for the best access to her pussy. Her ass felt a lot…more cushioned than she remembered. But that was no matter. All that mattered was her, sinking her clawed fingers into herself while watching the two go at it. After all, she had been such a good girl. She deserved this.

Sora’s Skirt lifted at her rear as something poked out from her tailbone. Her becoming tail curved upward and coated itself with white hair. The longer her tail grew, the longer the hairs grew from it.

Sora took a long breath of the tainted air and felt her breasts suddenly grow a full cup size. Fresh milk spurted from them. It flowed as a trickle under her nanofiber top and over her tummy.

The hands playing with Alexa mimicked her lover’s in shape and pelt. Her fingernails narrowed into dark claws and fur sprouted from her skin like alfalfa. It was as white as her tail and spread slowly up her arms.

Alexa looked down at her lover’s new lactating breasts and placed her free hand upon them. She kneaded her thumb into Sora’s nipple before gazing down at her hand as it finger fucked the girl. When her eyes returned the Sora’s burgeoning D-cups, she was happily surprised to find Sora’s white and grey coat pluming out from under her skimpy top. She gasped.

“Sora, look! You’re turning into a good girl! Like me!” She cheered. Sora moaned, then craned her neck to see once she had composed herself.

“I…I am!” She replied with the same tone and energy, letting out a giggle. The fur spread down to her crotch as well as to her arms. In little time, her neck was covered in it too.

“Yeah, you’ll be a good girl in no time, Sora,” Alexa said, her voice no longer cheery but calm and doting. Like a mother’s, but with a sensual twist. “Why don’t you be a good girl and come here to mommy?” She pulled away the strips covering her nipples and revealed that her breasts were also producing milk.

Sora nearly climaxed from the frequent usage of ‘good girl,’ and, lost in her own ecstasy, planted her mouth on her lover’s teat. She sucked at the bounty of milk. It was far more than her own could make, for now, and she happily gorged herself on it. “That’s a good girl. Drink up for mommy.”

Sora quivered, cooing into Alexa’s teat. Alexa moved her hand from Sora’s lactating bosom and petted the girl on the head. Her hand was soon met by elongating ears as they traveled up the sides of Sora’s head. Sora’s face made a resounding snap, the first sign of it shifting from human to canine.

“Gods…you two are the best girls.” Thora huffed from her place on the floor. Her fingers plunged in and out of herself, and her other hand squeezed her enormous tits. Milk matted the fur on her fingers and belly as she too began to lactate. The two sapphic lovers make noises of elation at Thora’s words of praise.

Sora’s fur grew thick and heavy, like Alexa’s, but lighter in color. Her tail had a wider arching curl to it, whereas Alexa’s tended to fold in on itself. She was shaping up to be a gorgeous Alaskan malamute. By the way her new tail lashed back and forth, she seemed very excited about it.

Several crackles came from her face, resonating through her lips into Alexa’s breast. The husky let out a soft *ah* and then continued petting the soon-to-be doggo. Her hand stroked over the girl’s hair as she observed Sora’s face shift more and more into a canine muzzle.

The fur on her neck finally overtook her chin and extending jawline. Soon it traveled up the side of her head to join her black hair and across her nearly complete muzzle to join her blackened nose.

Sora whimpered, her transformations nearly complete, both in body and mind. Voices in her head had sung to her the entire way from human to doggo. Her teeth sharpened, and her tongue filled in the extra space. It lapped over Alexa’s nipple, much to the husky’s delight.

“Keep going, little one. I’m so close.” Alexa breathed, her voice shivering. Sora, too was on the verge of climax. She had taken a particular liking to her adopted role as Alexa’s submissive.

She thought about what being a proper breeder would be like, and the thought blossomed as a yearning. She thought of a male doggo, filling her with his seed, again and again. She thought of how many pups she would bear, never settling on a number she could deem high enough.

The new doggo squealed a long and wavering yelp into Alexa’s teat as she reached sweet climax. Her legs shook, and she bucked her hips, forcing Alexa’s fingers right into her sweet spot.

Alexa’s legs quaked with her lover’s. Her voice caught in her throat for a few seconds, then a ragged moan of rapturous ecstasy ricocheted off the communications room walls. She pinned Sora’s mouth against her breast, the malamute’s tongue dancing on her nipple and spelling sweet nothings into it.

The two refused to stop. They rocked their hips in rhythm with each other’s fingers, experiencing wave after wave of orgasm. Thora was in bliss all her own. Her head tipped lazily back toward the alloy ceiling with her maw slacked open and her tongue lolling out the side. Womanly secretions puddled on the floor beneath her, and milk soaked her tummy. Once in a while, her legs would spasm, and her hips would buck against her hand, which was almost entirely inside her.

“Blue!” A male voice called down the waveform gangways. The three girls halted what they were doing, ears suddenly perking toward the voice. They froze and turned their heads toward it, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi. “I managed to get the ship’s AI up again. But I still can’t establish communication with the tea-“

It was Green. Sora and Alexa recognized the voice right away when it called, and now they were staring into their teammate's tinted visor as he stood at the end of the catwalk. They couldn’t see his face, but they both imagined how his face must have looked inside his helmet, seeing what lay before him.

“Blue? Pink? Is that you? What happened to you?! What are you doing?!” He looked over Thora next. “Who are you?!”

“Ah, shoot.” Thora scolded herself. “I was having so much fun I forgot about you. You were next.” She glanced at the collar gun leaning against the comms computer and sprung for it. Green saw her going for what definitely looked like a weapon and moved to activate the two drones attached to the carapace plating on his back. Thora was faster by a few seconds.

She threw herself for the gun, reaching out with one hand. Her fingertips curled around the receiver, and she pulled it into her arms, her body sliding a few feet toward the other girls. Green’s drones buzzed to life, popping free of his carapace’s smooth, hard surface and taking up position on either side of his head by a foot.

Thora brought the gun’s holo-sight up to her eyes and took two hastily aimed shots, using the skills learned from years of target practice in the navy. Her rifle cracked, and two collars exited the bore, making sharp whipping sounds as they traveled the short distance. Both of them crashed into the drones, one per.

The hovering gizmos burst into shattered bursts of parts as they were sent crashing into the waveforms behind Green. The sentinel’s head jerked to and fro in disbelief, confirming his precious drones had, in fact, been so easily dispensed of. “Bullseye…” Thora murmured, congratulating herself. She aimed the gun at the discombobulated sentinel’s head and pulled the trigger, unleashing the last collar from her rifle’s cartridge.

The whipping projectile struck Green in the face, glancing off his helmet but not without breaking off a good portion of it. What broke off fell away in a cascade of the self-constructing cubes that made up its smooth surface. Green’s dark-brown skin showed through the exposing hole, revealing the shock wrought on him by the former captain’s precision.

Thora pulled the trigger again, receiving only a click this time. The rifle had run dry, and she’d have to reload. Thinking quickly, she grabbed two collars from her utility belt and tossed them to the lusty pair next to her. They each caught one mid-toss and looked down at the devices, cocking their heads curiously.

“Collar him!” Thora barked. The two immediately spun their heads toward their former teammate. Then, after a moment to process the order, they scrambled to get off the floor.

Green took this as his cue to leave and staggered backward before booking it down the catwalk. Alexa chased him, her predatory instincts kicking in. Sora stopped to pluck the pink flower from its place atop the computer’s shell, unwilling to leave its intoxicating scent. She then turned and joined Alexa in her pursuit.

Thora picked herself off the floor and pulled another cartridge from her belt, unhinging the gun as she did. She slid the cartridge into place and locked the rifle’s bore back into place. The sticky doggo watched the two chase Green out of the room beyond the waveguides. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing her hunter’s instincts to flood through her. Then, with renewed focus, she sprinted after them, closing the gap. Her golden yellow tail fluttered behind her.

The prospect of fulfilling her master’s commands compelled her to move with the speed she required. Her canine body filled her with adrenaline, and she did what any good girl ought to do while not being bred. Hunting humans.

The giant bulkhead door to The Judas’s bridge slowly split from its center, sliding open in two halves. In the light of the hallway beyond was Red, standing tall, confident, and proud. His helmeted head scanned back and forth through the dimly lit room. The bridge was quite a large room, made to staff dozens of officers and crew. It would take much searching before he knew the room was clear.

He gave the room a quick scan and strode in. The automatic lights blinked to life, illuminating every corner. He scanned the room again before heading for the captain’s station. He needed the original distress message from the ship, ungarbled and pure. He needed answers.

Red approached the commanding console to the side of the captain’s chair and tapped a few buttons, searching for the last transmitted message. What he found confused him.

The latest message was the same one that Red and his team received. However, it was disrupted all the same, like someone had…edited it that way.

Suspicious, Red pursed through the bridge’s audio recordings, finding one from an hour before the distress message was broadcast. He pressed a button, and it played through the console’s speakers.

A growling male voice briefly spoke in a strange language Red could not identify. This was followed by a feminine voice speaking the same language. The male voice spoke once more before a woman speaking perfect English began.

“Hehe. Okay, here it goes, master.” The female stopped to clear her throat with a growl. When she spoke again, she sounded frantic. Like she was…distressed. “This is the S.S. Judas. We’ve come from Artemis. The planet is lost, and we require retrieval. The ship was attacked, and there are only two of us left. The enemy…they….” The voice stopped to stifle a giggling fit. “Collared everyone. Please assist us.” There came another growl from the male voice, and the female made a moaning sound.

“Oh, master!” She squealed. “Time to mate again? Ooohh,” The male voice made a few content grunting noises behind the sensual sounds of excitement emanating from the female. “Oh, yes, master! Stick it in me!” Her bestial cries of ecstasy rang out of the speakers before the audio file abruptly ended.

Red cocked his head just a bit. “What the hell was that?” He asked, disgust in his tone. “Wait,” The gears in Red’s head began to turn. Why would someone edit a recording to be sent out over distress frequencies? Unless…

“It’s a trap,” Red exclaimed. He went for the communicator in his suit’s bracer, but the comms were still down. “Blast!” He swore. He had to get back to the rest of his team and fast. He abandoned the captain’s station and bolted for the wide door where he had just come. But a tall figure stood in the exit, blocking his path.

It was a humanoid, about the same height as Red. It appeared to be male by its stature and build and had the head of a Burmese Mountain dog rising out of sleek white composite armor. The alien held a long slim, rectangular weapon in his paw-like hands. It looked like some sort of firearm. Red took up a readied stance, preparing for a fight.

“Alien…” Red said to the creature, labeling the dog-man with scorn. The creature smirked at Red, then cocked his head to the side as if directing someone to join him. From out of one side of the corridor trotted a similar-looking creature. This one was clearly female and looked like a golden lab. She wore some scandalous garb that shimmered the same color as…Yellow’s suit…

She pressed up against the alien male and nestled her body against him, hands flittering their way across his body. “Hmmm.” She sighed, then surprisingly spoke in English. “Master, I-“ She stopped when she eyed Red, her face turning up in gleeful surprise. “Axel! It’s me, Melissa! Master told me he was going to collar you! It’s so…fun! You should let him do it. I’ve never been happier!”

Red recognized her voice immediately. It was identical to Yellow’s, and she used his first name. His mind made the connections between that and the material of her clothes. “Melissa?” He asked. He eyed her pink collar and remembered what she had just said about collaring him. The pieces quickly started to fit together, and a morbid realization set in. “What has he done to you?!” He cried. Melissa giggled at him.

“He made me a good girl! Master says if I help collar you and make you a good girl, he’ll breed me and fill me with pups!” The giddiness in her voice struck a pang of disbelief and fear through Red. He could only hope Pink would be able to find a way to reverse what had been done. Once he had disposed of this vile creature first…

Red activated the force shield from his suit’s right bracer. At the same time, his fusion blade activated, extending from his opposite bracer. The energy weapons hummed with power, illuminating Red’s body and helmet with an orangish glow. “Prepare to die, alien!”

Red strode toward the creature with leaping bounds. Ares brought his gun up to his face and aimed the human rushing at him. There was a crack, followed by a sharp whistle as its first collar exited the gun and traveled straight at the leader sentinel.

Red brought up his shield and blocked the incoming projectile. Sparks flew up as it glanced off, crashing into the ceiling with a *whack!*. Ares fired another collar at the charging sentinel. Red slashed through the air, cutting the collar in two with his blade. Still, he advanced like a charging bull.

Ares’s ears pinned back against his head as Red came within swinging distance. The sentinel raised his blade above him and leaped into the air, intending to cleave the doggo in half. Ares fell backward, keeping his rifle trained on the furious human midfall.

In that second, Ares pulled the trigger. A *crack!* sounded out, with little room for the collar to whistle as it immediately connected with Red’s helmet. Red’s helmet exploded into thousands of small cubes. They rained down onto the floor like hail.

Red was thrown from the air by the impact, sent flying backward further into the bridge’s central area. He skidded to a stop in front of the navi-computer. Ares watched this happen, thankful that his life hadn’t just ended. “Should’ve put a flower in this room.” He grumbled to himself. “Should’ve known it wouldn’t be this easy.”

He reached back and snatched a new cartridge for his gun, letting its bore fall forward on its hinge. He crammed the new cartridge in and locked the hinge action shut. Malissa helped her master up with an outstretched hand.

“Good girl.” He praised, partially winded. She giggled. Ares eyed Red picking himself up. He brought his gun to bear once more. “Don’t know when to quit, huh?” Red detected the doggo aiming for him and reactivated his shield, just in the nick of time.

Ares’s rifle cracked out again. Red managed to deflect it by an inch. The sentinel began to charge at Ares a second time. Ares decided to take a different approach and aimed down at Red’s leg. He fired, and a collar struck the man, clasping it to his ankle and sending the sentinel tumbling to the floor. Ares slung his gun over his shoulder and pulled a spare collar from his utility belt. He ran to the man and quickly kneeled so he could clasp it around his neck.

Before he could, Red reached out and grabbed the doggo’s wrist, stopping him. He pulled Ares forward and rose to sock the doggo in the face with his other hand. Luckily for Ares, Red was in no position to strike with the full force of his suit, or its enhancing power might have taken the doggo’s head clean off. Ares staggered back, nearly falling over. Red got to his feet and lunged at the alien.

There was a call from the hallway, which neither noticed over the fighting. “Captian! Captain, help me! They’re right behind me!” The shouts gradually rose in volume. As Red piled into Ares, Green appeared from one side of the vast, open door.

“Captia-“ He was cut short as Ares landed on his back with Red on top of him. The impact caused his gun to misfire and launch a collar toward the fleeing sentinel. Green was thrown from his feet as the collar latched around his neck.

Red looked up from Ares to see his teammate lying on the hallway floor. “Green!” He shouted in rage and distress. He gazed down to see Ares in a stunned state. “What did you do to him, you alien fuck?!” Red raised his right arm and activated his blade, rearing to drive it straight home through the doggo’s head.

For a second, his blade came down to execute his adversary, but it stopped. Partly because he felt something clasp around his neck, partly because he simply couldn’t. His body would not follow his brain’s commands.

“There we go, Axel. Now you can be a good girl like me.” Melissa said from behind him. Red, gaping, deactivated his blade so he could get his hands on the device around his neck. He shivered when the words ‘good girl’ entered his ears, and he knew he had to get the thing off as fast as possible.

Ares squirmed his way out from under the sentinel and pushed himself away from his assailant. Without hesitation, he whipped out his controller and began pressing buttons. He ended with the controller lighting his face up with its red glow, initiating the transforming parameters he desired.

He picked himself up and smirked arrogantly at the struggling human. “Very good girl, Melissa.” He said, not taking his eyes off Red. He watched Red shiver at his mention of ‘good girl’ and lavished the fear spreading across the man’s face.

Red felt those words through his being, entering his ears and running through his mind and down to his loins.

Melissa giggled and trotted over to Ares. She latched onto his arm and held it tight. “I was worried about you, master. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He chuckled as she nuzzled her head against his upper arm.

Both their ears perked when they heard the shrill squealing of females from down the hallway. It would seem that Thora had done her job, and well.

“Oh! Girls, Look! They got him!” Thora shrieked a victorious cheer. She rushed up to the collared green sentinel they had been chasing all over the ship as he sat up, clearly dazed and confused.

“That means we get to play with him now!” Sora exclaimed.

“I’m sure he’ll make a very good girl,” Alexa sensually proclaimed. Thora removed her controller from her belt and padded in Green’s parameters before activating his collar. She placed it back on her belt and squeezed in between the two other girls. “So, you girls wanna have some fun with him while he changes, or what?” Sora giggled while Alexa chuckled.

Ares grinned at the gaggle of good girls crowding around Green and turned back to Red, who was still struggling to get his collar off.

“Why don’t you have some fun with the other girls, Melissa? I’ll take good care of your friend here.” Melissa giggled and let go of her master.

“Ok, master. Thank you!” Ares gave her a dismissive nod, and she ran off to join her new sisters. The doggo leader turned to his human counterpart and snickered. “Do you like what I’ve done with your squad, human?” Red turned to look up at the alien, astonished he could understand the creature.

“What have you done? What happened to my team?! How are you speaking to me right now?!” With each question, Red became more enraged. Whenever he tried to move, his body would not obey him. His muscles felt frozen.

“It’s all in the collar, my soon-to-be breeder.” Ares mocked, tugging on Red’s collar with a clawed finger. The doggo circled Red and crouched low enough to rest his hands on the human’s shoulders. “You should really relax, human. Watch your other male friend as he gets to enjoy all that the good girls can offer. Watch as he…joins them. And has the best time doing so.”

“Take your hands off me, alien scum.” Red protested.

“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to your master.” Ares replied.

Red watched as the gaggle of big-breasted, anthropomorphic dogs swarmed the green sentinel. The breeders blocked the view off him, pilling on with their many hands and supple bodies. “Oh, looks like my harem has grown too large. It’s hard to see your friend.” Ares leaned in to murmur in Red’s ear. “Too bad. It seems like we’ll have to…listen instead.”

Red felt a tingle begin in his ears. He shook his head in an attempt to make it stop, but it only intensified. The skin-shifting sensation alerted him that they were beginning to rise up the side of his head. “H-how…how is this all possible?” He asked. Ares was more than happy to give him an answer.

“Once, again. The collar, my dear. It’s going to make you a very, very good girl.”

Red felt a strain throughout his body. His muscles tensed when Ares spoke those words. Good girl. It struck fear into the heart of the sentinels’ unflappable leader, spelling doom for the entire team. Not that any of the others cared. They were too far gone now.

Red’s new, fur-covered ears solidified on top of his head. He could make out every sound of the girls across the room. He could swear he heard Green…moaning…in a very feminine voice.

“You already look so pretty, Joel!” Melissa squealed in excitement.

“More like Julie, now,” Alexa quipped in her sultry tone. The girls all giggled at her remark.

Out of nowhere, Thora pulled Melissa in for a sloppy, tongue-laden kiss. The two collapsed to the floor from the pile of girls, making out with wild abandon, lost in their pleasurable desires. Red watched on, a pang of enthralled fascination clouding his terror.

He felt a pressure build in his chest, straining against the nano fabric of his suit. Looking down, he spotted the tell tail lumps of burgeoning breasts form from his chest, tenting the red fabric.

For a moment, he wondered if this was what the ladies on his team felt wearing their suits. Then he remembered he would be joining them if he couldn’t stop what was happening to him. Terror returned, then anger as he felt a furry, paw-like hand cup one of his expanding B-cups.

“Oooh, feel that supple new breast flesh…Axel?”

“Let, grrrrrr-go of me,” Red growled, quite literally, as a canine growl rumbled through his teeth. Ares hummed haughtily in the man’s ear.

“Why let go when soon enough you’ll be unable to keep your hands off me?” One of his furry hands brushed his abs down to his package. He fondled the human’s bulge, feeling it grow stiff through Red’s suit. Red growled again to mask the fact that his face was turning as red as his suit.

Red growled again and turned his eyes back to the group of lewdly frolicking dog people. There was now enough space between them to see how Green’s had changed, as well as his suit. His Suit had disappeared at his midsection, creating loose pants that split vertically from hips to ankles on the outsides. The same style that a belly dancer would wear to entice and enthrall.

A translucent veil covered his mouth, hanging down to the top of his chest, which was now bare. The only thing covering his chest was now a bra, one built for proper support of two large breasts. They were not unfilled either, for Green now sported a perfect pair of D-cups.

Red watched his friend and teammate transform before his very eyes. He saw a pelt of pure white fur sprout from every visible spot on his body. Sora was busy helping herself to Green’s cock, sucking on it with impunity. Green’s new fluffy tail wagged about across the polished alloy floor.

“Look at the way she sucks that cock, Axel. You’ll get there, don’t you worry, sweetie.” Ares cooed into Red’s new canine ears.

“I doubt that, alien.” Red growled back defiantly. However, his fight was starting to waver.

Green looked up and straight into Red’s weary eyes. His ears had taken the same journey up to the top of his head as Red’s had. The veil obscuring his mouth pushed slowly out, and Red could tell by the shifting in the upper ridges of his nose, between his eyes, that he was gaining a snout like the others surrounding him.

Red nearly forgot about the adversary groping his body. The sights before him had stirred something in him, hypnotizing him. Ares’s strokes over his sensitive areas unfocused him. He didn’t even recognize when the crotch of his suit opened in a circle, exposing the rigid bulge in his boxer briefs.

Ares stuck his clawed fingers down Red’s underwear and pulled the man’s seven-inch cock out. They wrapped around his prick and stroked up and down. Casually at first but gradually increasing in pace and grip.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, boy. You’ll be a good girl in no time.” Ares teased. The words ‘good girl’ made Red shiver, and a strand of pre leaped from his tip. Red let out a manly whimper at the variety of sensations inflicted on him. As if obeying Ares’s suggestions, Red’s cock began slowly shrinking from seven to six inches.

“I…I will defeat you, alien.” Red threatened unconvincingly.

Green’s cock seemed to be afflicted the same way as Red’s, only much faster. It had already reached the point where Sora could no longer properly keep it in her mouth. Red knew he should be concerned, scared, frantic with panic. But he wasn’t. He almost…wanted to be a…good girl, like the others.

Alex straddled Green’s midsection and reached down to play with his new double D-cups. “Ooohhh, who’s a good girl?” She cooed dotingly to him. Green only giggled in response.

“Me.” She finally said, clearly given in to her new state.

“Yes, you are, Julie.”

Sora gave up on sucking Green off. Instead, she peeled away, crawling off to grab the flower she brought to share. She initially set the pot on the ground far from the group to prevent it from being knocked over. She took hold of it and slid it across the polished floor to Julie’s head.

“Look, Julie!” Sora exclaimed. “I brought the flower from the comms room. You missed out on how much fun the three of us had, so I saved it!” Julie turned her face, now mostly covered in fine white fur. The pink flower was right next to her face. The nearly complete Jindo-looking doggo instinctively sniffed at its sweet aroma.

The flower’s petals sucked onto her nose with the sudden airflow, even with the veil covering her face. The flower’s enticing and lustfully maddening pollen flowed free into the doggo’s nose, releasing what was left of its aphrodisiac spray.

Julie’s eyes went wide. Her pupils dilated. “Oh! Oh…my…dog!” She exclaimed loudly. She blew her veil out of the way of her snout and grabbed Sora, planting her lips on the pleasantly surprised malamute. Sora gleefully kissed her back and fell forward onto the new girl.

Meanwhile, Red watched on. He failed to notice the absence of Ares’s hands. The doggo was busy unlatching his composite armor, no longer seeing a threat in any of the former or, soon-to-be, former humans. He was preparing for the orgy of his life.

One male master and six female breeders. All were more than willing to give themselves up to any and all carnal whims that he saw fit to command. He was so thrilled that his superiors chose him for this mission. It was a dream come true.

“While I’m making myself ready, why don’t you have some fun with your new…assets?” Ares suggested with an insidious growl. Red found one of his hands responding on cue, going for his slowly enlarging breasts and groping them while letting out a dull whine.

“I’m going to breed you so well.” He said, watching the proud sentinel touch himself. The last of his armor fell to the floor. With the plates gone, he unzipped the black fabric under-armor and stepped out of it, leaving him as naked as he could be with a pelt of fur.

“That’s…what you think…alien….” Red struggled to say, his suit beginning its first changes.

The legs of his suit separated from his hips. They retreated partway down his thighs, stopping there. The material thinned out enough to show the skin underneath like a pair of nylon leggings.

The part of his suit covering his torso changed into a short-skirted dress. It had flow and frill to it like a French maid would wear. At his shoulders, the arms of his suit decoupled from his dress and shrank down to just before his elbows, forming fingered gloves. Small bows adorned the upper hems of his stockings and gloves, adding a girly flair.

As his suit transformed, far away whispers floated into his mind, accompanying the hypnotic motions of the doggo girls as they pleasured one another. Alexa massaged Julie’s breasts from atop her while Sora made out with the new girl. Beside them, Thora and Melissa wrestled in a sexual embrace, rolling on the floor while they fingered each other.

“Must…fight…it….” He strained.

Ares stood up from behind Red and walked over to the navi-computer. He grabbed a black backpack made from the same fabric as his under-armor and tossed it across the room to the pile of girls. It slid several feet and then nestled between Julie’s splayed legs.

“One of you put on what’s in there and show your ‘fearless leader’ what I’m going to do to him once he’s joined you…as a breeder.”

Thora’s ears perked. She abandoned the pinned down Melissa to dive for the bag, crashing over Julie’s legs in the process. She snatched it up before Alexa could grab it. The former captain already knew what was inside, for Ares told her about the plan, and she wanted to be the first to use it.

The golden retriever whipped open the main pouch of the bags and swiftly dug through the bag with her other hand. A mischievous grin spread across her face as her hand felt the object within. She pulled it from the pack and lifted it for all to see.

In her hand, she clutched a nine-inch-long strap-on shaped like a dog’s cock, knot and all. The straps were made from a fine black leather that looked like they took the wearer’s comfort into mind. Thora stood up and frantically worked the straps around her legs and hips.

“This will help you girls get used to the size of my member,” Ares called out so all could hear him. Then he crouched down behind Red and massaged the transforming man’s shoulders, shoulders that were much narrower than before. He whispered into Red’s ear.

“You, my dear, will just have to grin and bear it….” Red’s mind filled with images of the doggo bending him over and…breeding him. He imagined himself as a female, a doggo, servicing his every whim like a maid. The problem was that he rather…liked what he was imagining.

“Ok, Melissa. Get front and center and present for me!” Thora ordered the golden lab with a domineering tone. Melissa looked up from her place on the floor, and an excited smile lit her face.

“Yes, ma’am!” She answered, scrambling off the floor onto her arms and legs. She crawled in front of the other three so Red could see her best. She looked up at her former leader with a sultry expression and made a kissing motion with her mouth. “Do what I do, Axel. It’ll be like when we train back on our ship….”

She practically moaned her words. Axel found himself subconsciously leaning forward onto all fours, just like Melissa. “Good girl.” Melissa praised. Axel moaned at her praise, at those words precisely. His voice came out soft and feminine, matching how his body as his hips widened and his shoulders narrowed.

Melissa wiggled her hips at Thora. Thora cooed at the sight of her and crouched down behind the wanting, lusting girl so she could begin her plastic onslaught.

Axel crawled forward, swaying his wide hips for the male behind her. Ares sank to his knees and planted his hands on Axel’s womanly hips, leaning in to speak to the soon-to-be doggo. He slid his pre-slicked, nine-inch cock between Axel’s exposed, round ass cheeks, giving both of them a taste of things to come.

At the same time, Ares’s right hand reached under Axel, and he again took Axel’s shrinking cock by it. It was only three inches now, and precum dripped off onto the floor and smeared on Ares’s hand.

“Axel doesn’t sound like much of a…good girl’s name….” He allowed Axel to moan as the words ‘good girl’ flowed through him. “How does…April sound?” the last thread of Axel’s human mind hung listless in the winds of breeder lust. There was a voice amongst the howling of his new breeder self telling him this was bad, that if he didn’t run, he’d be forever lost in sexual servitude.

My name…is Axel Flambringer, leader of the Sentinels,” He weakly proclaimed, on the verge of orgasm. His tail slowly grew out from under his maid skirt, lifting it and revealing his shrinking cock to the room. Ares replied to Axel’s meek resistance.

“I think April suits you much better. Don’t you want to be a…good girl? Good girls are more than happy to accept their new, good girl names.” His use of ‘good girl’ hit Axel over and over. The sentinel’s feminizing body shook, his mind reeled, and his cock twitched as he came.

A long feminine moan left Axel’s mouth. His now tiny cock squirted his load past Ares’s fingers onto the polished floor below. Each rope of cum that shot from his member strained the sentinel’s mind, putting tighter and tighter tension on that last thread of humanity, of sanity.

It finally broke. And April, the breeder, was born. Her maleness faded along with her testes, retreating into her body and leaving her with a wet, needy, doggo pussy. In mind, April would serve Ares and any other doggo that asked her to. She desired to be filled with pups more than anything. However, she hadn’t finished her journey yet. She still needed her more…canine attributes.

“April sounds…amazing, master.” She replied in her new female voice, having come down from her last orgasm as a male.

“Good girl. I’m glad you finally agree.” He praised. April shivered and cooed at his chosen words.

Meanwhile, Thora had gotten down onto her knees behind Melissa. She reached out and stuck her fingers in her breeder sister’s soaking wet folds, getting them nice and wet—Melissa *mmm*d at Thora’s touch, pushing her rear toward the girl. When Thora returned her fingers, they practically dripped with Melissa’s arousal.

The former captain coated her false appendage with the musky fluid and planted her hands on Melissa’s ample booty, gripping it tight. The former sentinel squealed in delight.

“Give it to me, sister. I need it bad. I’ve been teased for too long, left…unfulfilled….” Thora gave her ass a jiggling smack, making the golden lab girl squeal again, this time in pain.

“I’ll do as I please, girl. If you want it so bad, beg for it.” Thora growled. Melissa almost chuckled at the idea.

“Oh, mistress, please show me some of your sisterly love.” Her voice was playfully sarcastic. “Please show me what you can do with that…extension of yourself that master has so deservingly bestowed on you. Please, mistress, please!” Thora grinned wickedly at the submissive, mewling breeder.

“Ok, girl. May you have your wish.” Thora proceeded to ram her strap-on into Melissa as far as it would go. Melissa cried out in surprised pleasure, then sucked in a sultry breath as Thora pulled out.

The former captain fucked her lesser sister with impunity. The other girls had stopped what they were doing to look on, eyes glued to the scene with their tails wagging.

April’s new tail was wagging along from under her frilly dress. Her face cracked as her developing muzzle began to form. Ares eyed her wagging tail and took a deep breath of the pheromones being fanned in his direction.

“I wish that were me,” Sora murmured, her voice faint with jealousy. Alexa tsked.

“I can give you what you want, hun.” She said dotingly. “Why don’t you bend over, and I’ll show you what’s what.”

Sora snapped her full attention to the motherly doggo, face beaming with joy and a frantically wagging tail. “You can?!” She asked. Alexa nodded, flashing her lover with lusty eyes.

“I can. Mind you. It will have to be with my fingers, but I’ll make do.” She twirled a finger at Sora, motioning her to turn around. Sora eagerly followed her gesture and assumed the position, tail raised high up her back.

“Can I join you?!” Julie asked, punctuating her question with a pleading whine. Alexa turned her gaze down to the new doggo beneath her.

“You may…but, being the new girl. You’ll be servicing me.” She gave Julie a cheeky smile.

“How?!” Julie asked.

“Get between my thighs and eat me out. Make me cum, and I think you’ll have earned your good girl status. At least with me.” She climbed off Julie and shuffled up to the presenting Sora.

April’s new canine tongue lolled out of her almost formed snout, dripping drool on the polished floor. She looked almost identical to a dog whose owner was eating the most tempting food right before her.

Ares ran his furry hands over the fine coat of brown and black fur that was sprouting from every centimeter of her body. His own tongue dribbled drool on her back while his cock dripped pre on the floor between her now furry legs.

Thora drilled Melissa’s pussy. The girl was in a stuporous state, tongue hanging out her mouth while she panted. Meanwhile, Alexa already had three of her fingers inside Sora, who was moaning and cooing away, bucking her hips back and forth to Alexa’s movements.

Julie slid her face under the former Pink’s skirt and nestled her nose between her sticky thighs. Her tongue snaked out and sampled the taste of the husky lady’s sweet pussy. Alexa moaned, her fingers thrusting in and out of the writhing Sora. “Good girls,” She cooed.

April continued looking on. Her lower chest tingled as an extra set of breasts began to grow beneath her double Ds. They expanded until they were a size lower than her top set. Then, when those were complete, a third and final pair grew beneath her second, stopping at a more modest C-cup. Her chest and stomach now sported three pairs of milk-laden tits, all hanging and shaking below the soon-to-be doggo.

April was nearly complete in her transformation. Her over-sexed feminine body bristled with a thick black and brown fur pelt. She panted with her long tongue hanging out the side of her canine maw. Her tail lifted for her master, displaying the wet and starving pussy she wished could be stuffed.

“Please, master. Fuck me. Fill me with your pups. I need it….” She whimpered.

Ares obliged her, deciding she was ready to accept him. He finally slid his canine prick inside her, and she howled in absolute bliss.

The other girls looked up at the sound; their ears perked as high as they could. They recognized the howl of a breeder fulfilling her purpose…breeding. Those down on the floor sat up and wagged their tails, tongues hanging out the sides of their happy maws. Ares sunk his cock deep inside his new bitch, only for her to howl out once more.

“Master is mating her,” Sora murmured.

“How fortunate for her,” Julie added.

“I wish he was mating me,” Melissa whined.

“You girls have no idea.” Thora reminisced, longing to feel her master’s cock again. Alexa scoffed at them.

“Well, he’s lucky he isn’t mating me first.” She said rather haughtily. The other girls looked at her with cocked heads. She gazed around at them, then returned to the two fucking across the room with a cocky smile on her face. “I would have tired him out the first time around. There’d be none left for you four.”

The girls all giggled. Thora spoke next, offering a suggestion.

“Why don’t we all encourage our handsome master while he mates with April? Then he can pick which one of us deserves him next!”

One by one, the girls stood up. They skipped, swayed, and hopped over to the mating pair, grabbing and groping one another as they traveled. Sora held the pink flower from Artemis in her arms, intent on sharing it with April.

April in question was now sunken down to the floor, keeping her hips raised so her master could pound away at her new pussy. She was enjoying every second. The feeling was indescribable.

“Oh, master! Oh! Ah! Yes! Breed me!” She cried out lewd vocalizations each time Ares forced himself inside her yearning hole. April had given herself over to her lusts, to her master. She craved to have his pups inside her.

“Good girl,” Ares grunted into April’s ear. She moaned, and her body shook from the praise received.

The flock of doggo girls descended around them, jibbering and cooing sweet words. Sora and Melissa flanked either side of their master. They cozied up to him, stroking his arms as they grasped April’s hips. Their heads nuzzled his shoulders, shoulders that were also accompanied by Alexa’s white and grey hands. The former Pink massaged her master.

“Oh, you’re breeding her so well, Ares.” She whispered into his ear.

“You’ll personally know soon enough, girl.” He replied, grunting his words through clenched teeth.

Thora crouched down in front of April. The former Red’s head lurched back and forth with each thrust of their master. Thora kneeled in front of April and took the girl’s head in her hand, tilting it up so the new girl could look her in the eyes.

“Enjoying your first mating?” She asked.

“Y-y-yes…master is s-s-so good to me.” She replied, words shuttering from the mind-numbing sensation in her loins.

“He is, isn’t he?” She gushed. She leaned down and planted a kiss on April’s lips. April accepted her mouth, and the two began making out, coiling their tongues and slobbering on one another.

Sora had left the pink flower on the floor next to April. With no current task, Julie picked the flower up and let the pollen diffuse under April’s nose. Both Thora and April got a good whiff of its sweet-smelling pheromone. Their minds clouded. April’s breasts grew an extra size, from double-Ds to Es. Ds to double Ds, and Cs to Ds.

The two breeders kissed ferociously, and Julie pulled the flower from them, taking it to Ares this time. All four of the doggos breathed in the aroma, their breasts and hips enlarging as Thora and April’s did.

Ares’s cock grew inside April, now reaching eleven inches. April definitely felt those new inches, and she broke her embrace with Thora to cry out in ecstasy.

“Cum inside me master! Fill me with your seed!” April screamed desperately. Ares thrust and thrust, giving it his all. The girls all around him stroked along his body, encouraging him. Alexa most of all. She murmured into his ear.

“Cum in her, master. Be a good boy and give her the pups she deserves.” It was all he needed. He howled in climax, pushed over the edge into a world of white-hot bliss. April did the same, joining her new master in the orgasmic ride of a lifetime, with all new parts bringing an all-new type of orgasm.

Her body convulsed as she howled. The other girls howled along all seven of them creating a symphony of support for one another in their new bond as master and breeders.

Ares’s thrusts slowed. His cum leaked from April’s pussy and down her thighs. The doggos’ howls ceased and they kneeled around the two in the center, all hoping to be the next. Their tails wagged wildly, waving their eager scents into the air.

Ares pulled away from his bitch with an audible pop. April fell onto her side, exhausted. She panted and held her belly, which protruded slightly from the volume of spunk inside her womb.

Ares looked around, a crazed glint in his eyes. He needed more to breed more. He was far from satisfied, and the others knew it.

“Pick me, master. Master, pick me.” They all cooed, creating a buzz of needy voices. Ares felt Melissa’s paw-like hand touch his knee. He turned his head and looked down at her pleading face.

“Please fuck me, master Ares.” She begged with glossy puppy eyes. “I helped you, remember? You promised.”

Even in his lust-crazed state, her words tugged faintly at his heartstrings. He knew he promised her a mating if she helped him, which she had, and then some. Earlier she had saved his life. She was undeniably…a good girl.

He snarled and grabbed her arm, pulling her into him. She shrieked excitedly and gave herself up, letting him do what he wished. She was his, after all.

Ares grasped each of her shoulders and pushed her down onto the floor, following her down. He knelt over her, sniffing her fur, running his hands down her curvy body to her hips. He grabbed her and slid his prick into her waiting cunt.

Melissa squealed in delight at the feeling of having her pussy so hastily filled. The other girls, excluding April, who was barely conscious, giggled as they watched, hiding their envy. Ares wasted no time fucking her like the bitch she was. He rammed in and out of her, each time pushing a hearty moan from the girl.

The girls made enough noise to cover the fizzing sound emanating from Alexa’s collar as it sparked, emitting a tiny puff of white smoke. Alexa received a small jolt from the device, frazzling her neck fur and drawing a surprised squeal from the husky girl.

Neither her nor Ares would know it, but a particular limitation had malfunctioned in her collar. A limitation that kept breeders from…taking certain actions against ordinary doggos. Pairing that with Alexa’s new, dominant, motherly personality potentially spelled disaster for her oblivious master.

If only he weren’t so distracted and sex hungry.

Alexa took her place behind Ares and rubbed his shoulders. The master doggo’s shoulders straightened to receive her delicate touches, picking Melissa’s legs up to use as handles.

“Such a good boy.” Alexa cooed. “Making her feel so good, so important. Ensuring sure she receives your seed. So generous you are, master.” Her hands molded his flesh, kneading out every knot and strain. Ares groaned, feeling her beautiful hands just as much as Melissa’s tight pussy. Alexa’s encouraging words continued to flow.

“Good boy. Make her feel so heavenly, so complete.” She leaned in so she could whisper in her master’s ear. “Wouldn’t it feel so good? To feel so filled yet to also fill the most important role of doggokind? How perfect must it feel to bear the pups of so many masters? How complete could one feel?” A submissive calm fell over the male doggo.

Alexa’s words flowed into Ares’s ears. The bestial lust that plagued him since inhaling the flower’s aphrodisiac pollen began to ease. His eyelids began to sink as he entered a more absentminded state. He continued pumping in and out of Melissa methodically. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth.

He pushed his knot into the yellow-furred girl, and she immediately came, her pussy squeezing Ares’s cock as her whole body seized. Melissa’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her body and mind were too overwhelmed to even cry out in ecstasy. Ares groaned, getting close to climaxing again.

“Cum for me, big boy. Fill her up with your pups.” Alexa cooed, coaxing him to orgasm. Her hands worked into his shoulders. One of them released its hold to pull something from Ares’s discarded utility belt, unnoticed by her master.

Ares pointed his head to the ceiling and howled again, shooting his hot load inside his bitch, who was more than happy to receive it, as unresponsive as she was. The others howled with him—all but Alexa, whose hands now stretched a collar between them.

“Master, I think my collar is malfunctioning.” She whispered in his ear. Ares frowned, still in the throes of orgasm.

“Huh?” he grunted, confused, his mind still focused on his sexual gratification. He tried to break free of the hypnotic state Alexa had put him in but wasn’t fast enough. That’s when Ares heard the *click* that made his ears perk and the feeling of something latching around his neck.

His blood ran cold, and he dropped Melissa’s legs to reach up to his neck, feeling what he feared most. It was a collar, the very same the others wore. His eyes shot open in shock. Terror marred his face. A wicked grin spread across Alexa’s muzzle.

“Because I could do that, ‘master.’” Ares tried in vain to pull the collar off himself but to no avail. “Now, you can be a good girl, just like us.” She added in a far more sadistic tone.

A fur bristling shiver coursed through Ares, and he found himself moaning a feminine moan at the words…good girl. A new feminine drive sparked in him, and tempting whispers pushed their way into his psyche. Slowly the fear he felt drowned in a rising tide of soothing acceptance.

He wanted, no, needed…to be a good girl.