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“My name is...was Henry Macferson, and I have been sentenced to Public Punishment Post #34. I'm told that there are a lot of people outside of the Free Union that don't know what these posts are, so, before the people come, I'll tell you in brief."

Glancing down at the timer, I know I don't have much time. The first of the Punishers will be here in a handful of minutes, perhaps less. I need to make this brief. Looking up at the screen again, I can't help but wince.

It's no longer a human glancing back at me. Instead, it's some sort of dog. I've never understood the breeds so well, so I can't quite tell what I've become, but it's sure as fuck not human anymore. Sure, I could still stand on two legs, if I had the space. Yeah, I could still talk to people, as making this video proved. But visually?

Puffy poms, like a poodle, hang down the side of my head, and I can feel them rustling against my cheek every time I so much as twitch my head. There's just enough human left to me that I can control my face, look around easily, even manipulate the little buttons on the machine with my fingers, but everything else…

The judge had told me that I should be thankful that I hadn't been sentenced to be a Type II bestial, and that I should be thankful for getting to be a Type III. Personally, I still wasn't convinced...particularly with other things that had been done.

I shake my head. Time's running short.

“This is the last time I will be able to speak as Henry. After today, I'll be lucky if I can still remember that I used to be human. These boxes...these boxes are designed to leave you fulfilling a single purpose for the rest of your life. You don't get shoved into these things unless you did something bad...and fuck, I did…"

I resist the urge to defend myself. There's no way that they'll leave that as part of the record. Even this is more kindness than half of the fucking prisoners get. I take a deep breath, clearing my throat and trying not to bark.

“Punishment Posts are filled with female bestials. Any human that commits a crime, and hell, maybe some of the bestial males, is broken down and transformed into a fertile female. We're locked up, and used as public...public draining receptacles for anybody that wants to get off on us.

“And more...Nnngh…"

Fuck, already? I shake my head, biting my lips. They feel so...so rubbery, still, compared to what I used to have.

“And they stuff us full of fertility drugs. Tomorrow, I'll be pregnant. There's no fucking doubt about that. A week from now, if I'm lucky, I'll remember I used to have a different life. Maybe in a month or two I'll get out of the box, and think I used to do something besides breeding. Maybe they'll even show me this video, remind me of what I used to be. Fuck if I know.

“In any case...I'm going to be gone. Future me...Fuck...I don't know."

I shake my head one more time, and push the button. There's not much more I can say. I've mentioned the Punishment Posts, and I've said who I used to be. There's no point in continuing, not when I've already pushed the limits as much as I can.

The screen retreats, and I'm left in darkness within the box. All I can do is shuffle around, the rest of my body wrapped tight in metal restraints. They're not completely cruel; most of them are padded, though I can feel the one around my neck restricting me. If I get a bad 'client' at the front of the post, I'm going to have my neck scraped raw, but that's in the future.

Right now, I'm more focused on what's going on between my legs.

[i]They couldn't even make me a human there.[/i] I groan under my breath, unable to even look down at the spade I knew was down there. Not even a human sex change, but leaving me looking like some sort of wild bitch. I still feel the needle marks down there, the injections that left me panting and gasping back at the government office, and still have me dripping like mad. The second I get a cock in me, I know I'm going to lose my mind.

I shiver to myself. The idea of being fucked continues to haunt me, and I can't quite get my head around it. What the fuck is it going to feel like? I've never even been with another guy, let alone like, well, like this. Does it hurt? Who am I kidding, I'm smaller than half of the humans I know, and I know that the Type IIIs and up are better endowed than anybody that I've seen in the locker room. It's gonna hurt like a bitch.

Like a bitch…

I can't quite stop the smile at that line, but it fades quickly as the screen flickers on again. Motion sensors on the outside must have picked up someone. I look up, and groan.

Two males have come up and are reading the side of the box. One's a human, the other's a Type IV, just a little short of the almost completely human Type Vs. They look like they're talking to each other before the human gives him a nudge, and I groan.

“Asshole."

It doesn't matter. The dog - some sort of Shepherd mix - walks over to the back side of the box, and I feel the Punishment Post opening back there. The restraints forcibly lift up my tail, and I gasp at the sudden cold air rushing past my sex. All the moisture back there doesn't help, making it feel colder and colder until I feel something else.

“Gah!"

I shiver as the Type IV starts sniffing at me, his nose brushing against my spade repeatedly, dragging over it and taking in my scent. The tip is almost as cold as the air around him, just barely different enough for me to feel it. His tongue flicks out, dragging over the sensitive spot before he pulls back, and I'm left shivering for a whole different reason.

Fucking fertility drugs. Fucking...fucking...I shake my head, trying to look at the screen. If the human wants to take a turn, too…

Thankfully, for now at least, he looks like he's just in the mood to watch. He's got a phone out, filming the whole thing, and I just know this is going to end up on some porn site or another. The only good thing about this is that nobody knows its me.

The dog's nose pulls back, and I know what's coming next. Hell, I did this same fucking thing when I found out that my dad was getting put in a Punishment Post, but I'll bet the old bastard didn't feel like this when he was getting mine.

I can't see the dog's cock on the screen as he gets into position, grabbing hold of the sides of the post, but I sure as hell feel it as it slides in. The tip is narrower than I'm used to, sliding between my legs and then up towards that little bestial opening. I shudder, feeling it dripping all over me. Or am I dripping all over him? Who knows? All I know for sure is that it's so hot compared to everything else, and it sparks something similar in me.

My more sensitive nose is getting his smell, too. Rank and thick, just a bit metallic, and musky as all hell. It sends a shock through my system, and I winced, leaning forward against the restraints as my body tries to bend itself higher. It wants this, even if I don't, and I can feel the muscles in my belly flexing my sex, making it flare out, and then tighten. Dogs can't do the same things that horses can, but my body feels like it's determined to try in order to get that fucking dick.

He humps forward a few times, and every time I wait for that piercing pain that I know is coming. He's the first, and he's not a tiny one, either. I groan every time that he misses, knowing it's just a temporary reprieve. Another thrust, another. The third one almost slides in, catching on my clit and making me gasp before he misses again. I whimper, trying not to think about how much I want this…

My body wriggles around almost as much as he does, trying to catch his cock as it comes in, until he slams his hand on the side of the post. I jump.

“Stop squirming around! Be a good bitch!"

I groan. The word alone is painful enough but...I can't do much. I settle into the restraints, and wait.

It only takes him two more thrusts to find his opening, and he rams in [i]hard.[/i] I gag as I'm slammed forward, my neck caught in its frame. It almost chokes me out from the first thrust, and it doesn't let up as he starts hammering home with thrusts that feel like gut-punches. Each time he slams in, I swear I lose all the air in my lungs, and he isn't stopping, isn't letting up.

My heart is beating loud enough to drown out everything, and my thought is just to breathe. Breathe in enough so I can scream, so I can drown out some of the fucking pain from being spread open by something that feels bigger than a fucking arm! I squirm, even as my body opens up more, taking it in the way that it was designed to. The docs said my insides could take it, but fucking fucker fuck, it doesn't feel like it.

Coughing hard against the restraint jammed into my neck, I stare at the screen. The Type IV is showing more restraint than a Type III would have, taking his time to rut me from the outside of the post. He even pulls out occasionally, showing off his wet dick to his friend, getting it on camera before ramming back in. The occasional break is the only chance I have to get some air, and I keep wasting it on screaming.

The next time he slams in, I feel his knot hitting my spade as he pushes in up to the base. I whimper, knowing that he's getting close, and knowing I'm about to feel just how big he can get. It's part of the whole procedure. He's got a button on the outside, just waiting for him to be close. As soon as he gets there…

I remember the same moment, years ago. When Dad got turned into a fucking poodle and got locked up, I was in that line to breed him, even if I couldn't get him pregnant as a human. I just wanted revenge. I hit that button as hard as I could, and the Shepherd fucking me was no gentler.

He hits the button, and the restraints yank me back, almost dragging my ass out through the hole. He doesn't even have to move, the hydraulics and pressure shoving me down against his knot. I scream at the top of my lungs, shrieking as his knot presses against my spade, forcing it open bit by bit. I can't even see anymore, everything turning to fire as he feels like he's ripping me open, right up until the point of -

POP!

He's inside, and he's cumming. I can feel every fucking shot of his orgasm inside of me as I cry my head off, shivering to myself. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and I know it's only the first one of the day. It's not helping that he's already trying to pull out, drawing out a yelp every time that he pulls back, until it feels like someone just yanked me inside out as his knot pulls free.

I'm drooling now. Drooling his cum right out of my spade, until the machine pulls me back in with a whir and a click. A plug comes up, and even though it hurts, it's less pain than the dog was as it slides into me, plugging me up.

I watch them walk off, and slump down as much as the restraints allow me. That was...that was one of the official fucks, sent out like jury notices. Sooner or later, it'll be a line out there.

How am I going to make it a month?