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Laurence slowly opened his eyes, his head feeling like it was spinning. Looking around himself, he did not immediately recognize where he was. He found himself seated in a small room, surrounded on all sides by plain, gray, bricks and with only a single blue door in front of him. The light in here was dim, illuminated by a single fixture directly above him with an old incandescent bulb in it. The only other thing in the room was a CCTV camera, mounted in the corner.

More alarming than being monitored in a strange room however, was that Laurence was bound to the chair by his ankles; the chair itself bolted to the concrete floor. His wrists were cuffed behind his back and seemingly chained to the chair as well, a position that made the seat all the more uncomfortable. He was still dressed at the very least, in jeans and a polo shirt, though it seems his shoes and socks had been misplaced or taken from him.

Laurence tried to recall the events leading up to now. He had met with a source last night, to discuss a story he was working on over drinks… then nothing. Laurence hadn’t been drinking anything alcoholic, which led him to only one conclusion… he was drugged. Drugged and brought here.

Several minutes of agonizing silence and uncertainty passed, until finally the door swung open. Stepping through was the last person Laurence expected to see right now.

He was a man with smooth, perfect skin, slicked back black hair atop a chiseled, handsome face that lacked almost any wrinkles despite his age. He wore a blue silk dress shirt and a pair of expensive looking black slacks with a pair of black leather dress shoes. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and the top button undone, showing just enough of his impressive musculature to get the point across that he was not weak, not in any sense of the word.

This was Donovan Gable, to many he was a beacon of the community, a business owner, philanthropist and more. To others…

…he was a man you never, ever cross. But even as Laurence had investigated him, he never imagined the man would actually dirty his hands personally, not anymore. Surely he had people for that.

“I hear you have been sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong.” Donovan said in a voice that was as silky and smooth as his shirt. “That’s a very dangerous thing to do.”

“Oh… oh fuck.” Laurence said, with a bit of a whimper. He was not a brave man. One might wonder why he would then have investigated a crime boss who has made many people who opposed him… disappear. It was simple, Laurence was ambitious, he was chasing that big story that would set him up as one of the greatest journalists of all time. That and Laurence had believed himself to be clever, that he would never slip up and get caught. He now realized he was horribly wrong.

Donovan watched Laurence’s face closely. “I see you understand the gravity of the situation you are in.”

“P-please, just let me go, I’ll burn all the evidence I’ve gathered, I’ll stop my investigation.” Laurence began to beg.

Donovan held up his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about that, we have already taken the liberty of destroying your files. Your apartment suffered an… electrical fire. Nothing could be salvaged but luckily it didn’t spread to your neighbors. But as for you… I’m afraid you know just a little too much for me to just let you leave here.”

Laurence shook his head. “I… I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“Everyone always says that. Then they get drunk and start telling stories. Or they get sick, grow a conscience on their deathbed. I should be thanking you though, you exposed a few loose ends I needed to tie up. But… now you are a loose end as well.”

“Please… I don’t want to die.” Laurence pleaded.

Donovan smirked. “Who said anything about killing you?” Then suddenly his expression went neutral, emotionless, his voice growing cold. “Though, that is an option.” His expression then snapped back to a calm smile. “I’m not an unreasonable man.” He snapped his fingers.

In walked something else Laurence had never expected to see, a bipedal, orange-furred tabby cat, wearing a french maid uniform and carrying a tray. These anthros… human animal hybrids, they were incredibly rare, lab grown creatures. Many countries debated whether these creatures should even have human rights.

As of right now, in this country in particular, they didn’t. They fell somewhere in the middle, they were still pets, almost livestock. It was illegal to physically abuse them, at least publicly, or eat them, but that was about all the protections the law afforded them. They were playthings for the rich and powerful and so rare that few outside of those circles gave them any thought in their daily lives. Outside of a few extremists, there really wasn’t anyone pushing for more rights for them. Laurence had once tried to write an exposé on a ranch that had a host of cow girls, all being harvested for their milk to sell for thousands a carton to rich perverts. The exposé fell apart though when the ranch owner simply let Laurence take a tour of the facility and see for himself that these girls loved every second of it. Sure, he could have lied and published his piece anyway, but there were hundreds of pieces like that, without evidence his story wouldn’t stand apart from the crowd.

Donovan grabbed a small vial from the tray and held it out towards Laurence. “You’re going to drink this.”

“Wh-what is it?” Laurence asked nervously.

“Does it matter?” Donovan retorted. “If I wanted you dead, I’d use a bullet and be done with it. Few others in my position would even give you this choice.”

With that ultimatum, Laurence relented, opening his mouth, allowing Donovan to put the vial to his lips. The taste was… earthy, like some kind of tea. The wealthy crime lord then grabbed the freelance journalist by the jaw, forcing his mouth shut. “Swallow.” He commanded.

Laurence hesitated for a moment, wondering what he was about to ingest. Some kind of experimental narcotic? Having little option though, he swallowed.

“Open.” Donovan ordered, loosening his grip on Laurence’s jaw. As Laurence opened his mouth, Donovan inspected the inside. “Move your tongue.” He commanded, Laurence obeying until the crime lord was convinced he hadn’t tried to sneakily keep from swallowing any of the liquid.

Donovan then moved to the corner of the room, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall, watching Laurence.

“Wh-what is supposed to happen?” Laurence whined.

“Patience.” Donovan simply and calmly stated.

Seconds ticked past like minutes as Laurence’s anxiety built. With no way to tell the time, he had no idea how long it actually took before anything happened, but it started with a tingling sensation across his whole body. Soon every inch of his skin felt like it was itchy and his face… it wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable wasn’t quite a strong enough word either. Whatever was happening it was unpleasant. He could feel a weight building on his chest, when he looked down, he was shocked to see a pair of breasts straining against his shirt. Inside his pants he could feel another change, his testicles no longer rubbed against his underwear and soon he couldn’t feel them at all. He closed his legs, confirming that they were indeed gone. Was this madman turning him into a girl? No, there was more, his face was still changing, growing? The discomfort grew so great that he clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth.

He heard Donovan snap his fingers, prompting him to open his eyes, just in time to see that cat-girl rush out of the room… and to see the long snout protruding from his face, like an extra-long nose. The maid soon returned, wheeling a full-length mirror into the room. What Laurence saw was an absolute shock. Sitting in the chair, looking back at him, was a dog-girl. A collie by the look of it with brown fur covering her legs, back, sides and face. White fur started at her neck with a ring of fluff all the way around it and continued down the front of her body, completely covering her arms as well as a patch of white covering her… foot paws.

Laurence opened her mouth to protest, to scream, something, but all that came out was a forced whine.

Donovan stepped forward, snapping his fingers again, the cat-girl maid rushing back out of the room. “Sorry.” He said. “Your new body doesn’t come with human vocal chords, you should be able to bark just fine though, can you do that for me? Bark like a good girl?”

Laurence remained tight-lipped, keeping her muzzle shut, scowling at the man who had done this to her.

The crime boss looked a little disappointed, before reaching behind himself, drawing a knife. “C’mon. Bark for me.” He said, calm as ever, drawing closer with the knife.

Laurence’s eyes went wide and she opened her mouth, letting out a perfect dog’s bark.

“Good girl.” Donovan said, reaching out with his free hand, scratching Laurence behind the ear.

Laurence blushed, embarrassed by what she just did, but even more embarrassed that the praise and petting had felt… strangely good.

“Now hold still.” Donovan said, still drawing closer with the knife.

Laurence froze up, not wanting to get cut as the knife was used to slice through her shirt. Donovan cut the garment off of her, before kneeling down and doing the same for Laurence’s pants and underwear, leaving the newly created dog-girl completely naked… exposed. Despite having been at this man’s mercy since before she even woke up, Laurence suddenly felt far more vulnerable now than ever before as she found her new layer of fluffy fur did nothing to hide her unmistakably feminine form.

The cat-girl returned with her tray, this time carrying a red dog’s collar on it along with a brown leather leash. Donovan put his knife away and picked the collar up from the tray, gathering up and putting Laurence’s tattered clothes back down in its place.

“Pets will be dressed appropriately.” He explained before grabbing the bone shaped tag on the collar and making sure Laurence could see it, even in the dim light. “I think ‘Lady’ will be a far more appropriate name for you, don’t you agree?”

Laurence shook her head.

Donovan just chuckled to himself. “You’ll grow into it.” He said, wrapping the collar around Laurence’s neck, clasping it in place, before grabbing the leash from the tray and gesturing for the maid to leave. “After all, from now on it’s the only name anyone will ever know you by, your old name and life are effectively dead and gone. You’ll never be able to go back.” He said, his tone growing cold, serious, making sure Laurence… or Lady, rather, took his words seriously. “That serum is highly experimental and a closely guarded secret, there is no reversing the process, so the sooner you let go of who you were, the better off you will be.” His words made Lady’s heart sink, stuck like this? In the body of a dog girl… forever? It was a lot to take in, but she wasn’t given any time to process this, not yet.

Donovan hooked the leash to Lady’s collar before kneeling down again, untying the bonds around Lady’s ankles, then unlocking something behind the chair, freeing her still-cuffed hands from the chair.

“Come, Lady. Heel.” He ordered, giving the leash a sharp tug, forcing Lady to her feet. She stumbled the first few steps, even falling over as she adjusted to walking on a pair of digitigrade paws. But Donovan just tugged on the leash again, forcing Lady to get back to her feet again to avoid being choked by her collar.

Lady sniffed the air as she was dragged out of the room, her new nose was incredibly sensitive and there was something in the air. It was familiar, she couldn’t quite place it, but it smelled strangely… good. She was walked out into a narrow hallway and then into an adjacent room. This one was nearly identical to the last, save that it was a little smaller and did not have a chair in the middle of it. Instead, to Lady’s humiliation, there was a dog bed and a pair of bowls, one filled with water, the other… with dog food. In the corner, a toilet built into the floor, the only human dignity she was seemingly allowed.

“You’ll be staying here while you… adjust to your new body.” Donovan explained. “Once you’re… house broken, we can see about giving you some better living conditions.” He added, removing the leash from Lady’s collar. “Remember, good girls get rewarded.”

He closed the heavy door behind himself, locking it, leaving Lady alone… well, mostly, there was still another CCTV camera watching her.

She looked down at her new body, feeling her collar dig into her neck as she did, reminding her that she was now a pet. Her heavy tits, wide hips… she was actually pretty hot. She felt a strong urge to touch herself, explore this new body, but as her hands were still cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t.

She shook her head… Why was she thinking like this? She should be busy freaking out, not having lusty thoughts, especially while that creep was recording her! But… she could feel a warmth between her legs forming. Is this what being horny was like for girls? It was familiar, yet… alien without the genitalia she had been so used to possessing.

Clearly things had shaken her too much and she resigned that she needed rest, slumping down on the dog bed. Embarrassingly she had to curl up on it to keep her arms and legs off the cold, hard concrete floor, but it was better than nothing. She closed her eyes, doing her best to just fall asleep. But that lust between her legs only grew and grew in intensity. Was this normal for women? It was unbearable! But unable to physically do anything about it, she just had to grit her teeth and power through, whimpering and whining to herself.

A thought crossed her mind, fleeting. But she briefly considered that if she begged in front of the camera… if she behaved herself… maybe Donovan would reward her with some relief. She quickly scrunched up her face in disgust though, realizing what the only relief that creep would provide would involve…

No. There had to be a line. She might be able to accept living as a dog, in time, but not as a sex toy! She didn’t even like men! What had gotten into her? She was behaving like a bitch in hea-

Oh. That was it. She was a bitch. She was in heat. That was a surreal thought, not that anything else today had been anything short of surreal.

She laid there, for minutes, hours, it wasn’t clear. But eventually she grew tired enough to sleep even through this haze of lust.

When she next opened her eyes, she had hoped it was all a bad dream, that she’d open her eyes and not see her own snout, but alas… she was still a dog-girl, she was still unbelievably horny and in her sleep, it seems she had wrapped her legs around the dog bed, grinding against the edge in her sleep. There was a huge wet spot on it where she had been grinding on it, as well as another wet spot on the fur between her legs.

Aside from the lust though, there was a new feeling of need forming deep within her… hunger. She was starving. She looked over to the food dishes and frowned. As a kid, she had once eaten a handful of dog food as part of a dare, it had been disgusting. She had no desire to taste that again, but as her stomach grumbled, she knew she had little choice. After all, Donovan had promised that if she behaved she would be rewarded, if she ate this like a good dog, maybe she could have real food?

To add insult to injury though, with her hands still bound behind her back, she had no choice but to eat the food like a dog… crawling over on her knees, she slowly lowered her muzzle down towards the bowl. This was so humiliating, especially knowing he was filming her degradation. She opened her mouth, hesitating for a moment, before taking a mouthful of the kibble and chewing it up. The taste was familiar, it was definitely dog food. But, instead of the revulsion she expected, it actually tasted… kind of good? It seemed she had a dog's taste buds now. She went in for a second bite, finding it tasted even better than the last, she kept her muzzle in the bowl, scarfing down bite after bite just like a hungry dog, using her new canine tongue to make sure she got every last bit of kibble from the bottom of the bowl. She washed it down with some water from the other bowl, lapping at it with her tongue.

With her hunger satisfied, that at least took care of one of her needs, but that burning desire still remained between her legs and now it was the only thing she could focus on. That is, until several minutes later, when she heard the door click.

Donovan walked in, dressed similarly to how he had been before, though this time the silk shirt he sported was a vibrant purple. He looked down at her empty bowl and smiled.

That smell hit Lady’s nose again, the one from before and suddenly she realized what it was. It was sweat, his… musk. That’s why it had been so familiar, even though he was well bathed and the scent of his floral soaps were on the air as well, her nose was so sensitive that he may as well have just run a marathon. That’s why she didn’t recognize it before either, because normally that smell would have been repulsive, not so… alluring… intoxicating.

“Are you a good girl?” He asked.

Lady stood up and stepped towards him, nodding her head. She needed relief, she needed out of these cuffs.

“Eager to move up to the house, are we?” He said, getting another nod from the desperate dog-girl. “Heh, not even a hint of defiance? Not going to spit at me or sit in the corner ignoring me? Good, it would all be futile anyway, better to just give in, trust me.” He said, stepping further into the room, shutting the door behind himself. “But a good bitch does more than just eat her food. They know their place. They obey their master. Now, sit!”

The command was spoken firmly and Lady was down sitting on the concrete floor before even thinking about it. It was humiliating, sure, but what would disobedience earn her now other than more grief?

“Good girl.” The words were like honey to Lady as he praised her. “Now, on your knees.” As she got up onto her knees, Donovan squatted down before her, grabbing her fur-covered breasts with both hands, groping them, squeezing them hard. His thumbs brushed against her nipples and it was like an electric jolt of pleasure through her whole body causing her to tense up and soft, involuntary whimpers to escape her muzzle.

She blushed, looking away, avoiding eye contact as he molested her chest, but her eyes were drawn back in as soon as he stood up… and began to unbutton his pants.

Lady went wide eyed and felt like she had something caught in her throat. Was this really happening? There was no way, she had to have a line, she decided that yesterday!

“Something the matter? Don’t you want to prove you’re housebroken? Don’t you want your master to help relieve that heat of yours?” As he pulled his cock out, an impressively long and thick specimen even when flaccid, he grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her snout into his trimmed and well maintained pubic hair, where she got a big whiff of that musky smell.

“You like that don’t you?” He asked.

Lady blushed, trying to shake her head, whimpering.

“Really? Your tail tells a different story.”

He was right… her tail was wagging back and forth, she couldn’t control it, no matter how hard she tried.

“Lick it.” He ordered.

She did. She slipped her broad canine tongue under the base of his shaft, running it up its length all the way to the tip. It probably hadn’t even been twelve hours and already the line she set was crossed. She obeyed his command like an obedient doggy and it felt good, it felt good to obey. Good enough to ignore the pangs of shame she felt deep down.

“Good girl.” He said, reaching down and scratching her head. That felt good as well, she could feel her tail wagging rapidly behind her.

Her tongue explored every inch of his slowly engorging phallus, even daring to lap at his balls. She couldn’t help it, he tasted as good as he smelled.

As soon as he was fully erect Donovan ordered “Go on, suck it. Put that long muzzle to its proper use, I want to feel my balls against your chin.”

Lady reared back, taking the tip into her maw, sliding her muzzle down its length as beads of divine tasting pre-cum dripped onto her greedy tongue. Inch after inch of his cock slipped in without issue, until it finally reached the back of her throat, causing the inexperienced canine to gag.

“Having trouble?” Donovan asked, earning a whimper from Lady in response. He just chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn. Until then, let me take it from here.” He said, his words spoken softly and gently. His hands reached out and were placed on the side of her head ever so softly, like he was caressing her. What followed though, was anything but gentle.

His hands squeezed down like a vice and he pulled her head towards him violently, causing the canine girl to take his cock into her throat, gagging and whimpering as she did, as her snout was once again pressed into his crotch, this time with his entire cock inside her mouth and his balls resting against her chin.

He reared back with his hips before slamming them back in while his hands used her head like a pocket pussy, her gagging repeatedly echoing off the brick walls, while the forty-something crime lord began groaning as he rapidly fucked her face. Until finally, with a final groan, his cock throbbed inside of her mouth and filled her maw with his cum.

She heard him chuckle above her, no doubt because her tail was whipping back and forth out of control. It tasted amazing and that had made the rough, uncomfortable, abuse her throat had just taken all worth it. A thought that immediately made the dog-girl ashamed of herself for thinking. He watched her closely, watching as she paused for a few moments before finally swallowing his seed down.

Donovan stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipping himself back up. “You did good, I’ll come back tonight and see if you are ready for the next step.”

Lady looked up at him with a pleading stare, whimpering. She still needed relief, even more so now than before!

But Donovan shook his head. “Patience, I’m a busy man, but I will take the time to see to your needs… personally.” He then opened the heavy door to the room, gesturing to someone in the hall. Soon the cat-girl maid walked in, on her tray was a fresh bowl of food. She crouched down and took the empty bowl, replacing it with the full one, filled with the same food Lady had eaten earlier. Donovan smiled back at her. “Be a good girl until I get back.” He declared, before both of them walked out of the room, sealing her inside, the door locking with a heavy click.

Hours… Lady didn’t know how she was supposed to wait hours for relief, as her lust only seemed to build with each passing second. She tried to lay down and take another nap, but it was fruitless, she wasn’t tired, she was just horny. She laid there, audibly whimpering, not even realizing she was doing it at first, it simply came naturally to her.

Eventually enough hours had passed for her stomach to growl again. Eating provided a welcome distraction, but not one that lasted very long. After the food was gone, there was nothing left but the lust again. Eventually she couldn’t take it, bunching her dog-bed up between her legs she began to grind against it. But no matter how long she spent rubbing her pussy against it, it never provided enough stimulation to even mitigate her arousal, it was just a tease.

The plain gray walls and lack of windows provided nothing either, without any visual distractions, she was left with only her imagination. An imagination that could conjure up only one thing, Donovan’s thick cock and how amazing it would feel fucking her. The thoughts were deeply shameful, at first, she tried to push them out, tried to remember some of her old partners, celebrity crushes, even pornos she used to like back when she was still Laurence not all that long ago. Anything else but the penis of the bastard who did this to her! But they were fleeting and eventually, when her desperation grew high enough, she stopped caring. She would be a good girl, the best horny bitch he could ask for, just as long as she could have that glorious cock inside of her.

When she heard the door click again, she nearly tackled Donovan as he entered, eagerly rushing towards him before kneeling down before him like a good dog.

He looked at her, then past her, towards the soggy, bunched up dog bed. “Made a bit of a mess, did we?”

Lady looked down, ashamed.

“Well, I supposed it couldn’t be helped.” He said, squatting down, looking her in the face. “Ready?”

She nodded incredibly quickly, getting a chuckle from the crime boss.

He then reached forward and clipped the leash to her collar once again. Withdrawing something from his pocket he reached behind her, with a couple of clicks he unlocked the handcuffs around her wrists, letting them fall to the ground with a metallic clank. “There will be no touching yourself, got it? Touch yourself and the cuffs go back on and you will spend a few more days in here. Understood?”

She nodded, at this point that punishment sounded worse than any death threat he could have made.

He stood upright. “Heel.” He commanded, giving the leash a tug.

Lady crawled behind him on all fours, he didn’t tell her to do so, but she knew it was what he wanted her to do. He looked back at her with a grin. “Good girl.” He said, causing her tail to begin wagging.

Donovan walked her through the concrete hallway to the end, where he ascended a flight of stairs with her, pushing open a door at the top. Through the door they exited into a much larger and more grandiose hall. Expensive art adorned the walls. Various awards, photos of Donovan shaking hands with public officials or making large donations to charitable organizations.

As they walked through his mansion, Lady spotted the cat-girl from before, dusting a shelf of awards. She wasn’t the only anthro in the building though, a bunny girl dressed in a revealing one-piece outfit was carrying a tray of empty drink glasses back to the kitchen from one of the side rooms, there was also a fox woman with a more… mature air to her, garbed in an elegant dress and lounging on a sofa. Were all of them former enemies of Donovan? People who got too close? All turned into his pets?

The thought was fleeting though, as Lady was led up another flight of stairs, down another hall and finally through the doors into the master bedroom, an opulent four poster bed covered in silk sheets in the center. Leading her to the foot of the bed, he turned and faced her.

“Sit” He commanded, prompting her to sit down before him while he began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his chiseled chest, six pack abs. “Be a good girl and help me disrobe.” He said as he tossed the shirt off to the side.

Lady reached out, her hands were shaky, there was still some part of Laurence holding on in her mind, screaming out that this was wrong, that he wasn’t a dog, he wasn’t a girl, he didn’t like men. But the heat drowned him out. Besides, Lady rationalized to herself, Donovan was right, there was no point in resisting.

She helped him out of his shoes, then reaching up, hands still shaky, she unbuttoned his slacks. Pulling them down around his ankles, she took them off and tossed aside to join his shirt, for the maid to deal with later. His shoes were placed nicely by the foot of the bed, she knew better than to scuff a rich man’s shoes. Then finally, she tugged at the crime lord's boxers, allowing his thick member to once again spring free.

“I bet you would love another taste… but I am sure you are eager to skip the foreplay this time, I’m sure you are more than lubricated enough.” Donovan told her, laying down on the bed, tugging on the leash to ensure Lady follows him.

She looked at him nervously, was completely naked, laying on his back. His well toned body on full display.

“You know what to do.” He told her.

She did, she threw a leg over his waist and straddled his crotch. Using her hands, she guided that thick cock towards her folds. The head brushing against the lips of her pussy sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, much more intense than humping a dog bed. At that point she couldn’t wait a second longer, sinking down on his cock, feeling it fill out her depths and rob her of her vaginal virginity.

“Mmmf, nice and tight.” Donovan groaned out. “How does it feel, pup? To have your master inside of you.”

She barked, she couldn’t help it, she felt so excited, it felt so good. Her heat had been so unbearable and now her body was singing a new tune, like it was trying to tell her that she was finally giving it what it needed and she should keep going.

She sank all the way down into his lap, before lifting herself back up and sinking down all over again. She started off slow, whimpering and letting out little howls of pleasure as she did. But soon her body cried out for more, pushing her to go faster. This amused Donovan as he watched her bounce in his lap, reaching up with his free hand, grabbing hold of one of her tits as they bounced freely, squeezing it and teasing her nipple.

She could already feel something building within her, rapidly getting closer and closer until… climax, she threw back her head and released a high pitched howl as she finally got to experience an orgasm, one that was far more intense than anything she experienced as a man.

Donovan began wrapping the leash around his hand, pulling it nice and taut, before letting go of her breast and grabbing onto her hip with one hand. Then just as she was beginning to come down off her orgasm, he began slamming his hips up into her, his thrusts relentless, not letting her fully come down from the peaks of pleasure and instead building back up. Lady had never experienced back to back orgasm before as a man, but soon he had her back at that peak, howling in pleasure again.

As she was coming down off the high of her second orgasm, Donovan grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her over so that he was now on top. Lady whimpered needily as the older man withdrew his cock, he stared into her eyes with a burning intensity behind his own brown eyes.

“Roll over.” He commanded.

Lady did so, rolling onto her belly. Donovan immediately grabbed her tail, sharply tugging on it to force her ass into the air.

“Get on all fours, I’m going to breed you like the dog you are.” He told her. Lady got up onto her hands and knees. Donovan yanked on her leash hard, his other hand leaving her tail and grabbing her ass, gripping tightly as he drove his cock back inside of her depths and eliciting a pleasured whine from the horny pup. “Just listen to you.” He mused. “Completely cock drunk, so horny I bet you never even considered why a bitch like you goes into heat.”

Of course Lady knew why dogs go into heat, but Donovan was right, in this context, she hadn’t considered that and the fact that he was drawing attention to it… sent a wave of dread over her, that pooled into a pit in her stomach.

“I hope you’re ready to be a mother, I’m not stopping until you have a belly full of pups!” He announced, his thrusts becoming frantic, savage, his hips slapping against her ass hard enough to make a slapping noise echo through the room.

Lady was conflicted, on one hand she had no desire to get pregnant, to give birth but on the other hand… the pleasure she was experiencing was far too intense and despite having multiple orgasms up to this point, she still wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to struggle, try to get away from him before he came inside of her, raw, unprotected. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, as a mixture of desperate whines, pleasured howls and pleading whimpers escaped her muzzle.

Being fucked like this, savage thrusts from behind with the leash pulled taut and her collar digging into her throat, it felt even better than when she had been on top. As pleasure mounted, her arms gave out and Lady slumped forward, Donovan’s grip on the leash the only thing keeping her head up.

She howled out as another orgasm rocked her body, this time her orgasm was accompanied by a loud groan from behind her, Donovan’s grasp on her ass tightening, his cock throbbing inside of her and a warmth filling her belly.

“That’s it! Take my seed!” He cried out. Despite how existentially terrifying this moment should be for Lady, this orgasm was more intense than any of the ones before, it felt so good that as she slumped over in the afterglow she couldn’t help but think that maybe having a litter of puppies was worth it for pleasure like that. A thought that she would likely be ashamed of come morning, but in time… she would come to accept it as her new reality.

Donovan slipped out of her, laying down beside her he unclipped the leash and set it down on the nightstand. He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her fur. “Good girl.” He whispered. “Very good girl.”

With her body finally satisfied, at least for a few fleeting moments, Lady relaxed, pushing back into the man she once despised, just wanting him to keep making her feel good.

Donovan stood in the middle of a familiar gray-brick and concrete room. A tough looking bear of a man bound to a chair in the center. Donovan whistled sharply and Lady walked in on all fours as soon as she heard him, a slight added curve to the collie’s belly. She was holding a paper bag in her mouth, tail wagging behind her. Donovan calmly and gently took the bag from her, opening it and holding out a small vial towards the bound man…