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Louis wasn’t sure how much time had passed while he was trapped in the headquarters of House Pets Inc. He had been brought to the place almost immediately after the sale and given no chance to adjust to his new status. He had been processed through in the most demeaning way possible, despite the fact he had already thought he had gone through the worst of it while he had undergone the care of the casino, but the place that had purchased him was heavy on human trafficking and knew what they were doing. It had all been a blur of faces that had been less than kind to him, most of them seemed to want to process him through before he had a chance to even give his name. His name had already been stripped of him, ruthlessly tossed away as if he had never been a person with rights.

His last clear memories were that of being called CLD-833-F, or 833-F for short, but he hadn’t been able to protest what they were calling him. The moment he had been examined by a doctor he had been given a shot that had knock him out. He hadn’t even been told what it was, they didn’t explain anything to him, no matter how much he asked they had pretended they couldn’t hear him. That was the most distressing thing, he was being treated like a child in that he couldn’t understand what was being said about and to him. It was infuriating to be handled that way, talked about over his head, but he hadn’t known anything about what was going to happen once he was put out, only that it would happen.

The drugs… The drugs that went through his system he had no name for, he only knew that most of the time he lived in dreams with brief intervals of being awake. None of it made any sense, not the dreams or reality, as the few times he could remember being awake he was faced with the strangeness of his surroundings and the snippets of what he overheard. Sometimes he was awake enough that knew that they were talking about him, sometimes he thought they were talking about someone else, but he was never sure.

“Immune response is down by forty percent, more than enough to introduce the virus. We can shift him to the isolation ward in the next day.” A voice talked in his dream, sounding sure of herself so that he had tried to open his eyes. It was too hard to open his eyes, too hard to wake up enough to pay attention to what was happening to him. He could barely move. “Get his final measurements pre-transformation, I want to make sure that his body mass doesn’t dip below…

Louis hadn’t heard anything more, he hadn’t wanted too, it was enough to know that he was going to be changed. The talk about a virus had been disturbing, but more disturbing was that he didn’t know what he was going to be changed into! They hadn’t asked him, he had been given no information except he could expect the changes to happen while he was under, something that had been told to him almost out of pity, as if that was the reason he was struggling, fear of what it was going to be like to change. It mattered only so long as he was awake, which was never long, shortly after hearing that conversation his world changed and shifted, it skewed wildly so that he was left in the mercy of drugs he had never agreed to take.

The dream like state soon came with nightmares, fueled by what felt like a fever that tore through him and made the world feel strange and surreal. The times he was aware of his body, he was aware that it was burning hot and heavy, he could barely think past the heat that poured over him and made him stir and shudder, often feeling as if he were sleeping in a pool of sweat. During that time the voices became louder and stranger, they echoed in his ears, they annoyed him awake as it seemed there was mumbling going on in every room of the hospital and he was privy to each and every bit of it whether he wanted to or not. The smells became more invasive, he couldn’t breathe without choking on the scents of antiseptic and alcohol. It was miserable, he was miserable.

And in the end… In the end he knew only pain. He had no idea what day it was, but when he stirred past the drugs keeping him asleep he had begun to cry out. He had whimpered and writhed, twisted and squirmed in place as the pain didn’t just feel like a faint muscle ache, it had ripped through him. Every bone in his body felt as if it were on fire, it was pouring through him until he couldn’t remember what way was up or down, he only knew that he wanted, needed, it to stop. He had scrabbled awake, whimpering and crying out until someone had come to him. It had been a relief to hear the sound of footsteps, and even more a relief when they had called for pain medication. He didn’t know what was happening to him, he only knew the pain of it all. And that was the last thing he could clearly recall.. until the day that he had finally been allowed to wake up.

He had begun to realize that he was waking up when a nurse started to touch and move him. He was lying on his belly of all things, his arms were resting under his head and hand draping off the bed, his legs were tucked up in an awkward angle right beneath his hips so that he had to struggle to find a position that felt alright. He wasn’t comfortable in the least little bit, but as the drugs wore off, he realized that the only pain he felt was a dull ache from whatever had been done to him. It wasn’t even that bothersome, just the feel of his joints protesting a bit and his muscles hurting as if he had been out and playing sports for a long evening, not at all like he was actually damaged by what they’d put him through.

“I want this one to be marked down for an exam, push two ccs into him so that he’s alert. One of the F-class?” The doctor’s voice made Louis twitch, feeling his ears moving strangely on the side of his face as a nurse kept moving and shifting him.

“Yes, Leopard Cur, merle pattern as you requested, he’s still in the high range F-class, though, we wanted to allow buyers to have the option to revert if that was what they were looking for.” A nurse answered, the nurse touching him in fact. “833-F, I think you said that you were going to try with a matched pair with 268-F?”

“Possibly, but I don’t think she turned out so well.” Louis tried to open one eye, but doing so made him feel dizzy as something large and dark blocked part of his vision. “Get him up and mobile, I want him to get a complete physical before he’s placed in the holding cages. It’ll take some time, but I’m sure he’ll adjust admirably well. Good job, Judy, looks like he’s already waking up.”

The man walked on while Louis felt hands kneading along his shoulders and sides, it felt good to have the fingers kneading against him firmly, the pressure pleasant feeling as he arched himself up and pushed into the side this way and that. They were seeking out the aching parts of his body and soothing them away with feather light touches, something that he was nearly wriggling over as the drugs continued to release him. He still felt fuzzy headed, his body weighed down and unable to quite make heads or tails of what was going on. He could have even fallen asleep in the twilight state, but curiosity and fear kept him awake. They had changed him, they had made him into an anthro, he couldn’t help but need to know just what that meant.

Judy massaged his entire body, sometimes lifting his head up in her hands, sometimes rubbing the back of his neck to get him moving. He complied by slowly slipping an eye open and shifting, the slow movements helping to keep him from growing dizzy as he felt her moving down towards his hands. Opening his eyes gave him a clearer view of the dark thing that was jutting out from his face. He shouldn’t have been shocked at seeing the long muzzle where his nose had once been, he had known the moment he had been bought what it meant, but seeing it was terrifying as he realized just what it meant. They had done it, they had changed him into an anthro, a slave, there was no illusion that he could safely buy his freedom after being twisted into this shape.

The long muzzle was resting just beside a set of arms that didn’t look quite right, but his drug fogged mind was more interested in the color pattern than why it didn’t look the way it should. They were a rich light tan coloration that were dotted with splashes of black along the arm towards the wrist and turned to slate grey the higher it went. His wrists were socked in bright snowy white, but his hands no longer looked quite like hands did. His fingers were short and stubby, more like toes than actual hands and they were far far away from his muzzle. He moved slowly, feeling the nurse stroking down his back while he turned to look at himself, it was like a horror movie. He knew what was there, but he had to still see it for himself and confirm it was actually there.

His body was a mixture of slate grey and black and white and tan, right along the line of his chest. It reminded him of an Aussie shepherd he had once seen with it’s merle coat, but he didn’t look like a shepherd. His coat was smooth and sleek looking, his chest strangely deeper than it had been, and his legs. There was something wrong with the way that his legs were positioned beneath him. He was actually laying on his lower legs, or feet, it felt more like it was his foot by elongated to the point that he didn’t think it had been left unchanged. It was strange trying to figure out what was wrong with his feet and in trying to move them, they refused to do what he wanted them to do. He frowned a little bit, the expression strange feeling on the heavy muzzle jutting from his face.

“Take things slowly, you’re going to want to let me work you over before you try to stand up.” Judy offered the advice as she captured one of his legs and pulled it out from beneath him.

“Arrrrrrrrooooooonn.” Louis tried to complain about having his leg pulled, but the only thing that came out was a low growling-moan sound that meant absolutely nothing.

His leg was extended all the way out so that he was able to see just why it had felt so strange beneath him. His foot was now longer, with his toes creating a broad paw and his heel jutting all the way up in the air. The snowy white markings along his body stood out against the darker ones and made his legs look longer than he had first thought they were. His knee was strangely shaped now, bent over in an odd position as the woman began to move his leg out all the way, stretching it so he rolled to his side quite naturally. His body felt wrong, the additions and way it had been designed made no sense to him as he tried his best to get a decent handle on what all had been changed about him. His arms were changed as well, but they hadn’t been changed in the normal way, not in the least bit.

They were more like forelegs than arms, with his elbow high up on the arm and the bones thicker than they had been. His hands were far more paw-like than any anthro he had ever known. Most people liked their servants to have more humanesque features so that they could be counted on to do work and perform similar exercises, but he could see little use in the nubs that made up what had been his hands. He whined, the sound humiliating, but he still made it as he tried to flex his toes downwards, twitching and squeezing down tightly, but they only curled so much and he had no thumb. He struggled to get his fingers down further, flexing and twisting down, struggling but they only went so far, robbing him of the very hope that he could actually pick something up with them or manipulate anything that required fine dexterity.

For whatever reason, it was the loss of his thumbs that hit him the hardest. What had been his thumbs were now pulled up high on the inside of his wrist and held a blunted dewclaw instead. He couldn’t even move them, not when he tried to flex them about or even get a feel for them. No matter what his brain was saying, they refused to listen, stubbornly remaining in place as his breath caught in his throat, his ears going back against his head. The movement of his ears brought his head back, jerking and nearly kicking out against the nurse handling him. They had done more than simply make him into an anthro servant, they had changed him to the point he nearly felt like he was a dog, a real dog.

He swung his head around and simultaneously tried to stand up, his paws scrabbling on the padded bed while the nurse tried to tell him to stop. He shrugged off her warnings as he got his feet down against the ground and heaved upwards with a wild push. His hind paws rested firmly on the ground, but it felt strange as he tried to rear back on them only to have his forepaws splay out to either side in a vain attempt to balance himself. He struggled with it, swaying back and forth, ears pulled back as he ended with all his legs splayed open. Legs, not arms and legs, he was braced with his paws trying to find a good hold on the bed. He loomed over the nurse, she was watching him with a touch of amusement as he held his head down low and trembled. He had never seen anyone transformed to this extent, there were laws in place about this.

“Now, take it easy. We’re going to take you to an exam room so the vet can look you over and give you the last few injections.” The nurse spoke soothingly while he swayed back and forth, his center of balance didn’t feel right at all. “Now, are you going to behave and do as your told?”

Louis glared at her, trying to keep his balance as best he could simply standing, but his heart was racing a mild a moment. The drugs left him slightly furry minded, struggling to keep his attention on what was being said and talked about, but the fear was helping to push back the worst of the fog to allow him to stare at the nurse. The room smelled with harsh sweet scents, the taste of it was making him want to sneeze, keeping him disoriented as he dropped his ears back against his head and tucked his tail down. Just feeling his tail tucking down was a shock that left him shaking, his head twisted back slightly to look at his body, the mix of anthro and nonanthro disturbed him. His mind was filled with the stories he had heard about this place, the way that they were supposed to modify their purchases to exacting specifications, but that was only to the anthro edge of things, heavy or light, not this.

There were protective laws in place to keep things from going too far, there were limits! Protections! Protections that he knew House Pets Inc always skirted the edges in the hopes that they could turn a profit, but this was terrifying. They had robbed him of his hands! The things that made him able to talk, to deal with his fingers, to hold things, he was little more than animal with a few human aspects, but not nearly enough to help him. He was a freak. Little more than a freak of nature and they had done this to him! He whined under his breath, his stomach churning unhappily while he jerked backwards angrily as the nurse moved beside the bed. He couldn’t do more to struggle, not when she depressed a button beside the wall. The bed began to lower with a hum and hiss of hydraulics that dropped him down further towards the ground and he dropped to his belly as his feet went out from under him.

“Calm down a little, it’s going to do you no good to start fussing, I will sedate you and that will only set you back further as you are unable to grow used to your new body.” Judy chided him as the bed lowered and she pulled something out of a corner drawer.

He was shocked to see the leash and choke collar being pulled out, the animalistic tool so foreign to him and the nurse used it like it was just another tool. He was barely able to jerk away before the collar was drawn up and wrapped round his throat with a firm tug that dragged it down tight along the line of his neck and throat. He couldn’t quite get away in time, his body was too new and changed to get himself away with a duck of his head, instead he twisted a little and she turned the collar to tighten it sharply to stop him, the cold metal biting against his neck to make him yip and wheeze as it pinned down along his windpipe while his breathing was shaking a little bit. His chest rising and falling as the leash was hooked onto the choke collar and given a firm tug, her hands competent and firm as she did so.

“Come.” She commanded and gave a pull, tugging forward hard enough to draw his neck out so that his paws skidded over the edge of the bed near the short drop to the floor.

Louis let out a short growl of anger at her, twisting his head a little bit and digging his hind legs down against the ground as his tail naturally tucked between his legs. He tried to jump away, but the choke collar dragged him to heel so that he was forced to walk forward stiffly. His paws were dragged along step by step, breathing coming faster while his chest rose and fell rapidly, his ears splayed to either side as he whined out shallowly to himself. His paws hit the floor and nearly skidded forward as the floor felt slippery and splayed a bit, but the collar loosened to allow him to have a chance to get up on all fours, shaking rapidly. His eyes rolled up and looked around, suddenly realizing that there was more to this place than he thought as he glimpsed outside of the door.

Dogs, horses, large cats and domestic cats, they were there beyond the door in various states of change. Some where tied down on beds like the one he had woken up from, some were awake and alert, but confused looking, others were harnessed up and pulling little carts for the nurses. They all started as humans, their eyes were filled with intelligence, a frightening amount of it. This wasn’t a small operation, this wasn’t just him! He was led out into the hall and realized the place was vast, the sounds of humans talking and interacting, workers moving room from room in a massive illegal operation the size of which terrified him. If they were doing this here with so many people, how were they hiding it? How were they getting away with changing him this way?

Shock and fear kept him moving down the hall, his head down, his back hunched slightly as he felt his naked body being exposed to the entire world. He whined shallowly to himself and did his best not to look at anyone who glanced his way. Not that they would really look at him, but he was aware that parts of his body were changed just like the dog he resembled. He felt the orbs swinging back and forth beneath him strangely, but his cock wasn’t flopping around the way it should be. It was wobbling, but it was resting too high up on his body to be normal. He knew how a dog was tucked away in a sheath, he had had a dog growing up and had seen the pouch that covered the cock, but it was terrifying to realize that he might have one of his own. Visions of the red rocket like shaft he had once glimpsed jutting out of dog filled his head and made it hard to keep from looking back at himself.

He was taken back through the crowded halls and rooms, led to a smaller quiet area that took him past rows of kennels that were disturbingly filled and silent. There were no whines or barks, though his newly made nose picked up hundreds of various scents, ones that made his heart speed up and wild ones that made him cringe. He kept close to the nurse, his shoulder high up on her thigh as he was led to a small room and allowed to bolt in away from the eerie silent cages. He entered a room, a bit embarrassed to find himself stepping into what looked like a vets office. There was a shiny stainless steel table and a little counter with a narrow sink, complete with set of cabinets and what looked like medical instruments, as well as a small gun looking device.

The leash was hooked high up on the wall and drawn a bit tight, tugging at the choke collar so that he was kept close against the wall, unable to get away without choking himself. His tail remained lowered down along his haunches as the nurse leaned down to stroke his head, letting him feel the floppy ears being ruffled while he whined up at her. He couldn’t make human sounds from his muzzle, they were twisted strangely and turned into yowls and growls, whines and noises that he had no name for. They weren’t dog like, but they weren’t human either, but still it was all meaningless as the nurse left him alone in the white medical scented room. He pawed at the leash, rearing up to try and find a way to jerk the leash free of the hook so he could free himself and bolt. Perhaps if he found his way out of the building he’d be able to go to a police station, or perhaps just find his way home where they could submit a police report for him.

He was in the middle of chewing at the metal, rattling and yanking, ignoring the pain of his teeth when the door opened again and a slight man came in with a white coat on and smelling worryingly of chemicals. Louis stopped and twisted his head a little, dropping down to all fours and letting out a low whine, the sound spilling from his throat as the door was shut firmly behind the man who lifted up a clip board from the table and began to look it over.”

“833-F, one of the F class, eh?” The pale green eyes glimpsed down at him with a slightly amused look. “Feeling confused?”

_You have no idea. _ He thought with a low whine, and the man made a sympathetic noise, the first one he had heard since he had woken up.

“Alright, well, let’s get a good look at you.” The man set the clipboard to one side, a smile on his face as he reached down. “I don’t want to muzzle you, and this is going to be for your good ultimately, I need to make sure there are no complications from the changes. I’m going to treat you with some respect and expect you to give me the same, alright?”

_My own good? Good would have been to leave me where I was! _ But Louis nodded his head a bit awkwardly to show his agreement, seething on the inside while the man reached down.

“I’m going to pick you up and put you on the table.” At least the doctor was being polite enough, telling him what was going to happen, it was a bit better than how he had been originally woken up. “Here we go, just remember, try to relax and it’ll make things go a bit more swiftly.”

The man’s voice was soothing and soft as the arms wrapped around his front half and just behind his rump, pinning his tail down as the arms tightened and heaved him up. The small older man grunted a bit, but was able to set him on the table without much fuss, stronger than he really appeared to be at first glance. His paws scrabbled a little to balance himself on the hard stainless steel exam table, the bright lights making him feel exposed as the doctor gave him a pet on the back and murmured in a warm soothing tone. It was so gentle sounding, just a few soft words to make him calm down before the hand rubbed along the nape of his neck, giving a little bit of a squeeze before releasing him. The leash was tied off again, the damned thing, but he forced himself to relax as best that he could.

He hadn’t had time to really think about his new situation, but he was given the shock of a lifetime as he turned his head to watch the man reaching for something, but he froze as he realized there was a mirror set up above the sink. It wasn’t his normal handsome features that stared back at himself, he was staring into the eyes of a hound dog that was regarding him with large brown eyes. They eyes were a jolt, they were all iris and pupil, only a small hint of white around the edges as he looked at a hound dog with odd proportions to his body and a strange hunch to his back. The hunch was his own pose, but it gave a glimpse to the human features that had been left behind. His tail was tucked down so the tip was visible along his lower belly, but it wasn’t the shivering tail tip that he was looking it. He was staring at the sheath jutting forward as straight as an arrow just along his lower belly.

A dog, he was a dog, it was a splash of cold water that let him ignore the man moving around him with a little pat against his haunch. He couldn’t give his attention to the man, not really, not when he was watching his tail twitch and move, his own tail, his paws adjust and his ears perk up to either side of his canine head. But he kept looking under himself, the sheath was terrifying in what it meant, there was nothing about it that was remotely human and that meant what was housed inside of him was a canine shaft. He felt his heart beat a little faster, he almost wanted to see, but he didn’t at the same time, he didn’t want to see that part of him twisted all out of shape into something meant to stuff and knot a female dog instead of his normal flesh. How could they do this to him? They could have at least asked him for a species, dog would have been the last one he would have agreed to! It was common, it was demeaning, he was little more than a pet by looks and the collar just made sure that it look even worse.

The doctor ran his hands over his body with a confident caress that made him want to shy away, but the touch remained clinical as they probed against him. The fingers lifted his head up so that his lips were drawn back away from his teeth, peeling them up high enough he mouthed at them to protest, but his jaws were just opened up wide before he could stop them. He opened his jaws while the man peered into his mouth with a light before letting it shut, making Louis lick his lips, the impossibly long tongue slathering up and along his muzzle before his ears were lifted up to given an exam and his eyes. He wasn’t being examined like a person, belatedly, he realized that there was no talk about asking permission or telling him what was happening, he was being handled as if he didn’t have a say in the matter. He growled a little bit while the hand moved and the other hand came up to his chest, the cool stethoscope pressed up against his side to listen to the beat of his heart and lungs. He kept his ears back and glared, the older man ignored him completely as the metal disk was moved about a little, going spot to spot to pause and listen.

“You can stop growling now.” The man didn’t even look up as Louis realized he was growl-grumbling under his breath, unable to stop himself. “Not bad, most of the F-class tend to be well developed, but more human, looks like you’re heavily towards the feral state. At least your mind is still intact.”

The hands moved to probe down against his belly and the former man yelped out as the fingers actually dug in against his stomach and rubbed against him, the sudden touch shocking him. It wasn’t painful, but it was probing as the finger tips rubbed back and forth, working against his stomach and seeking as he was palpated. He tried to move to one side, but was just dragged back as the fingers worked their way down, curling as if the doctor was trying to find each and every organ that he could touch. Louis ended up standing on toe-tip, watching in the mirror as the tugging pulls dragged down a bit further and he saw a flash of dark red beneath his belly. It was a brief glimpse, just barely visible, as the sheath was pulled backwards and exposed the tip of his cock, but it was enough that his heart dropped in despair. There was nothing left of himself in his new body, nothing at all.

The sense of defeat stayed with him as the hands moved down along his hind legs and gave a sudden pull to draw one leg out. He balanced on three legs uncomfortably as it was pulled backwards and shifted one up high in the air before starting to bend and stretch. The joints were tested and tried, the pull back and arches made him hobble a little bit while glancing back beneath his body slightly to look at what was hiding beneath him. His balls were pale pink-white, a light frizz of fur coating around the edges of them, but they were still odd looking as his ears pulled back against the sides of his head. The doctor eventually dropped his leg and gave his rump a slight pat, rubbing the edges of his tail before moving towards the counter and making some notes on the board. He wanted to ask what it was all about, not that he could do anything like that.

“Not too bad, you’ll need the booster shots and a chip, but you’ve come across well. The F-class is starting to grow more refined.” The doctor pulled a drawer open and picked up what looked like two syringes that made Louis growl unhappily.

One of them was a normal looking syringe, clear and filled with some sort of fluid, but it was at least something familiar. The other one was a larger silver syringe with a thicker needle then he was comfortable with. He didn’t care that he had come across the change with decent results, he had little interest in thinking about what had happened as anything else other than a failure. He pulled against the leash, trying to wriggle free, turning his head to one side and crowding towards the wall when the doctor picked up the small syringe and approached him. It was nothing more than a short jab, one he couldn’t get away from, before the needle sank home with a sing and burst of pressure as it was situated right along the base of his tail, whatever it was being sent rushing into his body.

The hand gave a light rub against him, barely more than a stroke to ease the faint ache before he set the first syringe aside and picked up the large one. Vaguely, he had a snippet of memory of the large things being used with microchips, but the sight of the needle was more worrisome then the idea of having something injected under his skin. He jerked his head and tried to shake it back and forth to show what he thought about the matter, but the doctor only walked forward and lifted up the syringe before reaching out to catch him right on the nape of the neck. The skin was loose there, far looser than it was before, pulled tight to keep him from squirming away, holding him in place while the fingers stroked to either side, drawing him back away from the door and controlling his head so he couldn’t bite back at the man.

“It’s for your own good, it marks you as our property, even if you’re bought.” The doctor explained and there was a brush of the needle sliding down against the nape of his neck. “If you get lost or end up in a situation where you’re loose, you’d end up in the pound or worse without an identifier, and it will also allow us to track you.”

Louis let out a whining growl, his body tensing up before there was a sharp jab right against the skin that pushed through it with a stab of pain that left him gasping in a breath of shock. The first shot had been a pinprick, but this one was hard and bruising as the thing depressed a wave of saline beneath his skin as well as the chip that was pushed under his skin before he could get away from it. The doctor kept him held in place while he did his best to squirm away, the needle pulled away from his neck neatly, but the grip remained and kept him up against the wall as he growled warningly. He could imagine he could feel the chip in the nape of his neck, even though there was no real way to feel it there, he could still imagine it being a lump against him. His ears tipped back against the head flat as the man grunted a little bit and finally released his scruff to ruffle the skin back and forth as if making sure the chip was well placed.

“I told you, this will be easier if you at least cooperate, now calm down.” The man’s voice was firm and the leash was suddenly shortened on the ring, pulled up tight so his nose was nearly pushed against the wall. “There’s hardly any reason to act like this, especially when finding out something is wrong now would spare you quite a lot later on.”

_I don’t really care about that! _ He wanted to snap, growling low in his throat, but the man kept him restrained as the hand moved down.

“Just stop squirming, I have to at least make sure the most valuable assets have been fully changed and are functional.” The man grunted a little bit and moved his fingers right up towards the sheath right under his belly.

_WHAT?! _ He squirmed and twisted, fighting his way backwards as the fingers rubbed right up along the length of the pouch and began to pull it backwards.

It was beyond invasive, he splayed his hind legs and jerked, choking himself in an effort to get away as the human fingers curled right down along the length of the sheath and pulled it back so he could feel cool air against the very tip of himself. Just feeling himself being held in that way made him go wild, he twisted and snarled angrily, jerking against the choke collar as the man held him harder and pulled the sheath down further no matter how he struggled. The slippery length was exposed, pushing out while the fat thick lips of the sheath were pulled down towards the base of his girth and he twisted in place. It wasn’t just that a stranger was handling him, it was the fact that it was a strange MALE holding his cock and gripping down when he flung himself to one side.

The doctor grunted, trying to keep his legs down as his hind leg was hiked up and he felt the hand reaching up to try and wrap around the length of his cock. He couldn’t do more than jerk as the fingers gripped at a spot right around his base and caused him to snap wildly at nothing, teeth clicking in midair wildly as the man began to stroke him lightly. It wasn’t painful, though the other hand gripping his leg was squeezing far harder than it should have been. He shuddered and twisted, his body arching and throwing itself down towards the ground as the gentle fingers teased around the entirely canine shaft, dancing around his cock tip before he struck out with both of his forepaws against him.

“Hold still! Just relax, it’ll be fine if you just..nnf.. Relax..” The man grabbed him harder at the leg and used it to try and control him. “You’ll probably enjoy it, but I have to make sure-“

The continued talk was lost as Louis wildly twisted away, his one foreleg hopping to one side until he felt the edge of the exam table. He felt the empty air at the back of his paw, but that was all he felt before he slipped off in his struggle. He felt the fingers pumping against him lightly, squeezing in a nearly pleasant caress before he fell down with a wild yelping shriek as his hips dropped and nearly smacked his balls against hard edge. He saw stars briefly as he hit it, twitching and pawing wildly at nothing as the choke chain went tight and cut off his breath, his forepaws clawing and grabbing to try and yank himself back up while the vet released him with a shout. His cock bobbed back down under him as hands hauled him back upwards, loosening the choke chain as he hacked and coughed, tucking his tail between his legs in a panicked shiver.

“Good god, calm down, easy there..” The doctor kept a firm hold on his scruff. “Not into boys, are you?”

_I’m not into strangers OR males! _ Louis thought and coughed a bit, shaking as the man unhooked the leash from the wall and sighed.

“I really prefer doing this quickly, it lets us move you from the kennels sooner, but if you’re going to be difficult we will have to address the situation with a more natural test.” He said while the former man gave his head a shake, flapping his ears wildly to either side.

Louis didn’t have time to question what they meant about a natural test while he was heaved up in the air by the man and placed back down onto the ground. He was simply blind with relief that the man’s hand wasn’t fondling between his legs anymore, the left over sensations made him feel violated and dirty as he was given a pull on the leash to get him moving. What did they think they were going to do? Just touch him a bit to see if he’d get hard? Or were they intending to lock him in a cage to see if he could take a piss out of his changed genitals? He didn’t know what they were going to do, only that anything was better than being back in that office with the perverted man.

His answer was given the moment he was led out of the small exam room and out into the strangely quiet kennel. The answer came with the harsh and strange scent that wafted towards him as he was taken to one of the middle cages that housed only a small rust red and white form huddled against the back corner. The smell trickling out in an alluring rich taste that made his pulse suddenly race as he was pulled in close to the doctor’s leg while the lock was pulled out and began to be undone with deft fingers. Louis wasn’t paying attention to him, his eyes were locked on the miserable looking dog in the corner, a dog like himself, partially human as if the traces were a mere phantom of what she had once been. Her body tense and loins tucked down while her scent carried to him strongly, making his skin run hot and then cold. He finally understood what they meant about a more natural test..

“Go on.. That’s 283-F, she’ll be glad for some male company and hopefully she’s a little more to your liking.” The man pushed against Louis’ haunch and shoved his skidding paws into the kennel before he could stop him.

They can’t expect me to do this! They can’t! I won’t! NOT EVER! _ He thought violently and stared with wide eyes as the other victim turned her head away from him. His breath came out in a shudder. _I won’t. I am not an animal!

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Louis miserably sat in the corner of the kennel and tried to ignore the other dog that was crouched in the other side of the corner ignoring him. She smelled so good, the rich lurid scent was filling each one of his breaths so that he was trying to breathe shallowly through his opened mouth instead of nose. He had spent an entire night ignoring the other changed human, trying his best to make sure that neither of them did something they would regret. They couldn’t talk at all, but at least they managed to use gestures and movements to convey some communication that allowed them to manage in the small kennel. They had figured out that when one of them had to eat or drink the other would go as far away as possible and face with haunches towards the back and then move back to former positions right after. He had never felt this way in his life, it was miserable and terrible, frustrating and painful as time and again he was aware of the fact that his violet-red cock was pushing out of the sheath and jutting into the air so that anyone who so much as glanced at him could have seen jabbing at nothing. He knew his fellow prisoner saw it, but she ignored it and didn’t stare, for which he was grateful.

The only people they saw came to fill the water and food as the kennel was only full of people in the early morning when they came to take some of the animals away and replace them with more. Other than that, it was just himself and the rest of the changed humans stuck in the kennel, but he rarely paid attention to them. His attention was locked on trying to keep himself from doing something both himself and the female dog would regret. He didn’t even know her name, just her number, it was infuriating to find himself so at a lack when he was near someone that had shared similar experiences of himself. He wanted to talk with her, he wanted to ask her how she’d gotten here, what had happened, but instead he spent his time doing his best not to hump his own belly and trying to find a way to suck down air that wasn’t an assault of arousing female dog smell.

He didn’t even know how long he’d been here, four days? A week? There were no windows so it was hard to gauge time, but it was around the time when he normally passed out into fitful dreams when his fellow prisoner shifted on the other side of the cage. He heard her claws on the ground and tensed up, the thoughts going through his head not at all human like, but he managed to throttle them down with his cock aching slightly as he refused to entertain what it wanted. He lifted his head wearily to see the female a few steps out of her corner and realized she must want to get something to eat or drink. He pushed himself up onto all fours and hunched his back to try and hide the jabbing cock tip peeping out from the sheath and started to walk away to let her have that part of the cage without worry he would get in the way. He was getting so tired of all of this, his body ached in strange new ways that made him want to scream and there was nothing he could do about it.

The rusty red and white hound glanced at him and her eyes seemed just as tight as his own, upset and frustrated, they were sharing their little hell here and there was nothing they could do about it. She paused partway to where the bowls were and stopped with her nose twitching and working, the dark pad moving rapidly as she froze and he hunched himself back, shoving against the metal side of the kennel to try and make himself small. God she smelled good, his nose was working rapidly, sampling the scent she was sending to him in deep heavy pulls, he couldn’t stop it, nor could he stop the inches that were slipping out of his sheath. It was nearly painful at this point, day of not getting any relief and just thinking about being hard and having to restrain himself made him want to scream. The female hound blinked at him rapidly, she didn’t continue towards the water and food, instead she let out a whine of her own, the noise rising up as she turned to face him.

_Wait.. what are you doing? _ He thought and pulled back as she took a step towards him, her body held low to the ground, her eyes showing misery as she kept moving closer to him.

Louis let out a short bark, trying to get her to jump out of it, but she only jerked a little and then kept forward, walking slowly right in his direction. She must have been half mad! He tried barking again, just as she had done for him when he hadn’t been thinking quite right, but her eyes refocused, but she kept coming closer to him. She brought with her the scent of heat that was making him whine under his breath unhappily, his hips hunching and shifting so that the cock tip started to rub right up against the underside of his chest, dribbling out a watery spill of precum that he tried to hide by shifting his hips away. The changed woman was panting softly as she came close enough that he could have touched her, her eyes showing an edge of white, clear and understanding what she was doing. They didn’t look blank, instead they were pained and frustrated as she closed the gap and leaned forward to lick along his cheek.

Louis jumped back again, scrabbling at the warm touch of a tongue against him and started to breathe a little faster. She was staring at him expectantly, miserably, she wanted him to make a move that he in no way wanted to make. His entire body was throbbing hot enough that it was uncomfortable as she was resting her muzzle against his cheek, whining under her breath in a begging tone that made his heart leap in his chest. He panted shallowly and shifted his head, sliding his muzzle along her neck to drink in her scent, it was beyond intoxicating, his slimy cock starting to push further out of his sheath without him even thinking about. It was throbbing and swelling as she shifted a little and ducked her head downwards and he froze as her nose nestled just between his forelegs. He wanted to stop her, to push her away, to show her that she didn’t have to do this, but his body refused to move as her muzzle dipped down and lavished a stroke right along his jutting cock.

Her tongue was so hot that he went stiff and cried out as his cock jabbed forward, erupting from his sheath and trying to stab into the muzzle the moment she gave a little stroke with the wet tongue tip. It was too warm, it was exactly what he wanted, he shifted forward and nearly grabbed at her foreshoulders, but she yelped out and backed away at the violent jab forward nearly impaled her. He whined as she shook her head, wetness splattered along the bridge of her muzzle form his precum and her eyes still watching him brightly. He was shaking, he had never felt this way in his life, not with any female he had been with and now he was standing so close to the other dog who was shifting a little bit and squirming. They were both breathing too hard, they couldn’t take it any more, he wanted to show he was stronger than this, but she was turning around to face away from him with her tail curled all the way to one side of her hips.

Louis groaned out, his body tensing up as she presented herself in a fashion that made it impossible for him to do anything except walk forward as he saw the obscenely swollen pink spade. The lips were pursed tightly together and jutting out so close to his nose that he was barely able to take his eyes away from her. She stood there, presenting herself, aimed towards him until he was inching forward helplessly. He couldn’t get himself to stop, he wanted her, he wanted to taste her, the need was building up wildly beneath the surface as he flicked his tongue out and darted it right up against the soft puffy outer lips with a soft groan. The moment his broad tongue kissed against the cunny he nearly lost all control, the taste of it was slightly salty on his tongue as he breathed in her rich scent from as close as he could get. He forgot so much, forgot about his dignity, his promise to not turn into this, he thought only of the way she was flooding his senses before he licked out more firmly.

The slippery length of his tongue pushed her lips open, his nose nearly brushing against her pink pucker as the hot lips spread open around him. His tongue tip started to push in deeper, wedging and forcing its way through the sleek slippery inside passage. The interior walls stretched open around the oral length, stretching open while he heard his fellow captive whining out, but not in protest as he lavished her with strokes. He pulled the wetness up from her, scooping it up and swallowing as he hunched his back while his cock jabbed beneath his belly wildly. He couldn’t stop himself, he rubbed against his fur and ground along his own stomach. He could feel the little squirts of precum escaping as his tongue slathered hotly into the taut passage and twisted around the edges, slurping out messily before pushing back in with hot heavy breaths.

His tail wagged slowly behind him as he heard her whining out and felt her squirming, it seemed like an appropriate move to lift his paw to pin right against her haunch and tug her back when his tongue drove in deeper. It rushed in deep, rubbing through her tight passage with a teasing rub that curled upwards and then drew backwards again, slurping free with a wet noise as he ran over the puffy swollen mound. She tasted as good as she smelled, it was fogging his mind enough that he couldn’t make himself think of anything but the way the walls were clutching around him. He lavished her with powerful strokes, saliva coating her outer edges as the female grew wetter around his touch. The arousal was squelching out along the base of his tongue as he pushed it in deeper, drinking down the taste greedily, his entire body tense and shaking with need that was rapidly building.

His stomach muscles tensed up and twisted, he was breathing too hard for comfort, every little burst coming out faster as he curled and rolled his tongue around inside of her. He caught every last inch of her passage, dragging in and pulling back out again with a stroke that curled the tip up and caused her to whine out and arch backwards. The push shoved his muzzle harder against her, his forepaw slipped along her hip and he wasn’t thinking about how wrong this all was. His cock was aching, a dull throbbing pressure growing through his stomach so that he lifted his head up with a low whine and hooked her paw against her hip. She pulled forward, but didn’t try to get away as he tugged at her hip and started to get her to step backwards towards him. His head pushed higher up, his breathing coming out in short heavy bursts while he knew what he wanted to do, his body was screaming for it. His balls ached so much from the last few days, all he wanted was relief, no matter what it meant in getting it, he wanted it!

Louis lunged up awkwardly and scrabbled his forelegs to either side, hooking against her haunches as the girl cried out with a shallow little whimper, her legs bracing and locking in place to take his weight. His back arched up and jabbed around blindly beneath her tail while she wriggled and twisted. In his mind he thought it was going to be easy, he’d just slide right into her, his vision clear as he imagined just how tight and warm she would be wrapped around him, but his vision was quite firmly denied. He couldn’t use a hand to aim himself, or even look back to see what he was doing, instead, he acted like a simple dog and jabbed and shoved trying to try and feel her out. His cock pushed against her hip and under it, smearing and slimy precum over her as she twisted and dipped her hip, trying to help aim him as he slipped up higher and shoved with rapid strokes, panting along the curve of her neck heavily while he did so. He was trying to fuck her exactly like a dog, with no thought of anything but finding his way inside of her.

His body went rigid when his cock slipped up and shoved right along the glistening swollen mound, he felt how hot and wet she was, and lunged forward in an almost violent thrust. His cock shoved up high, slipping right over the cunny lips and shoved right up to be pinned between her ass and his stomach, jabbing at nothing before he had to go back again and tried to aim at her. His breathing came in short bursts, growling a little in frustration, he was so close, she was right there! He pawed at her stomach and tugged her backwards, yanking with his blunt claws raking against her belly to try and pull her back against him. He was smearing wetness all over her, coating her with every little spurt as he clumsily aimed wherever he could. He pulled his hips back, trying to be deliberate and slow, but he didn’t want to! He wanted to get rid of the ache and to that end he jabbed harder and faster, feeling her whining and growling under him, trying to help by shifting herself around.

Somewhere in the wild and squirming pairing, he felt his cock tip pushing up and jabbing against the plush warm folds again. He felt the hot puffy vulva kissing and spreading slightly before he tensed up and his tail quivered, nearly feeling a stab of pain at keeping himself from thrusting forward, but it worked. He was shaking, tightening his hold on her waist before sinking forward, his cock pushing through her body and spreading her walls open before he groaned out. It was hot, so hot, tight and clutching around him as the inches stabbed into her while she cried out in a high pitched voice under him and went stiff. It felt more intense than anything he had ever experienced, his shaft quivering and rubbing along her unprotected body, feeling the incredible heat clutching at him. Her wetness was squelching out messily around him before he finally gave up and drove himself forward, yanking her haunches back as he impaled her on the inches of hot thick dog shaft.

Her yelp rang in his ears, but the moment he drove forward he was lost, his sheath bunched up against her folds as the base sank forward and pushed through her passage and stretched her open wide. He felt her walls clamping down around him as he barely paused once he’d hilted himself inside of her before jerking backwards with a wet slurping noise, his thick base pulling out messily from her lips before jerking forward against with a harder thrust. His cock tip was driven deep inside of her body, squirting out watery driblets in a trickle before the thrust forward, prancing on his hind paws wildly as he began to work his way in and out of her. His hips were a blur, his eyes shut, trying not to think too closely about what he was doing and instead giving into the feel of the hot squeezing walls that were pulling around him.

Every time he bottomed out he squirted out a watery spill of precum, pushing it into her body and smearing it along her passage as she writhed and shifted himself, his balls swinging forward to lightly bat between his hind legs. His paws clutched to her haunches and jerked them backwards to meet him, making sure that at the apex of each thrust he was buried in as deep as he could go before jerking backwards again. His base thickening and bulging her passage, stretching it around him with a loud popping noise before the pull back slipped it free again. Everything about her was intoxicating, the rich scent, the sounds of her cries and the way the walls pulled along the length of his shaft and tightened. His cock aching as he sawed in and out of her passage, catching his base along her outer lips and pushed them in on themselves while his claws dug in harder when she tried to squirm away from his knot. He couldn’t let her get away, he had to have her, he needed every part of her.

With a little growl he grabbed at her scruff, refusing to release her when she whined out a little more loudly when his swollen base began to drive into her again. He felt the tight ring of her passage stretching open and around him, slipping back right behind the bulge before he yanked it out again, his weight pushing harder over her as his thrusts grew faster. He worked himself, teasing and shuddering when her walls suckled along his length, the powerful inner walls sliding right around his too sensitive glans so that his breathing came out in shallow noises, tightening his jaws against her scruff. Each time he hilted himself she tried to squirm away, his base stretching her wider each time, forcing her outer lips into an obscene O before he seated himself in and jerked back again.

He had to fight to fill her, his low noises growing frantic as each time he pulled out he had to fight to sink himself back inside of her again, her body struggling to stretch wide enough to hold him. His balls tightened as the next thrust in made her yelp out loudly, but he drove forward and her walls molded tightly around him, clutching down while he jerked backwards to try and pull out again. The moment he did, the female cried out in a shrill yelp as his knot yanked back against her, held tightly and immovable before he leaned forward again. He was swelling, growing wider, throbbing and splaying her walls further and further while his balls began to pull up between his legs, his paws tightening as he shuddered, pumping his hips still as the dog twisted and squirmed. She dropped under him yelping as he stretched her, making the vulnerable cunny swell and grow puffy as it bulged with his knot.

He couldn’t have pulled out of her even if he had wanted too, Louis was trapped and clinging to her as the first rush of pleasure mounted over him and made him release her scruff with a whine. His tongue lolled out from his jaws while the first jet of cum erupted from him and into her body, he felt it, a pressured spray pouring out in rivulets to flush through her body. His balls worked, twitching and pulling up to pump it upwards, the sperm rich spray trickling deeper and unable to even spill backwards as his knot kept her sealed shut around his cock. His tongue hung out, body shaking as the girl whined and squirmed, her ass lifted in the air and trapped by his bulging knot, shaking slightly as he realized she had been trying to stop him at the end when he had begun to knot her.

Louis’ ears fell back and he tried to step away, but moving only dragged her ass with him as she scrabbled and rolled, trying to get up onto all fours with a yelp so his leg swung over her haunches. He couldn’t even leave her alone as his knot kept her rump joined tightly with his own, his cum still pumping out into her unprotected body in small spurts. His fellow captive trembled and scrabbled up to all fours, relieving some of the pressure between them as she hunched her back a little bit. He could feel her puffy mound against him, his balls resting right above their tied body. He felt shame and horror as he realized what he’d done, but it was horrifyingly pushed under the relief and pleasure he felt as his balls emptied themselves inside of her. The aching need finally starting to fade away as his breath came in short pants, tongue lolling down heavily from his jaws. He did his best not to look back at her while drooping his head down lower with a breathy whine.

“Mark 833-F down as fully operational, and 283-F as nearly ready for the sales floor!” Someone barked out from the aisle and Louis slowly turned his head in horror to see one of the uniformed workers standing there.

They had watched it all, they had stared at him mounting a complete stranger and taking her like a dog. They’d seen him continue even after she’d tried to get him to stop, they’d seen it all. He felt the heat rushing to his face and he looked away from them, feeling another squirt of watery dog seed flushing into his fellow captive. He couldn’t even pull out to let her get away, she was forced to remain with him as her soft silky walls suckled and pulled along his length, squeezing greedily for another hot little burst.

“Will do. 833 already has a buyer lined up, we were just waiting for the final check to make sure he was operational.” Someone spoke from a distance and Louis whined shallowly, ears held tight to his head listening to them. Who would want to buy a near feral dog? What type of person cared if that dog was ‘operational’?

His fellow captive whimpered behind him as she leaned forward, putting pressure on his knot as she did so. He couldn’t even say he was sorry to her, just remain in place as more of his sperm rich seed coated her vulnerable belly.