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I'm not one for gambling, but when you come to the Silver Serpent Casino, something about it feels less sinful. If anything, it makes me feel like a refined gentleman, sitting amongst other well-dressed guests as I receive the payout for another win.

Two seats to my right, Coco joins me at the table. I'm surprised: he's never gambled before. Still, he has a cool, confident expression on his face, so I figure he'll be fine. The game starts as the dealer hands out the cards in order. I pick up my pair of cards. Nine and ten of diamonds. Hmm.

We go through a round of betting. I tap on my holographic screen and put in a bet of $200. A high bet in most casinos, but a small one in the high-stake games of the Silver Serpent. Coco calls.

The dealer reveals the flop. Ace of spades, two and four of clubs. Meh. I fold, then take a peek at Coco. The shark is barely looking at his betting screen as he taps on it. The bid has gone up to $5000. Wait, what?

The other three players are still in the game. The dealer reveals the turn card: seven of clubs. Coco raises $10,000. Two players fold, leaving only Coco and an orca. The pot is now at $40,000. I hope Coco knows what he's doing. The river is revealed: six of spades. I'm glad I folded, but I'm still concerned for my friend.

He taps the screen more, and bids $100,000. I know the betting screen allows you to automatically borrow money from the casino to bet, but that's not a wise thing to do. Coco doesn't have that much money. Does he really think he'll win? Or is he trying to bluff his way out of the game?

"$150,000," the orca counter-bids.

"$300,000."

"$500,000."

"$1,000,000."

Coco continues to bid with a blank expression on his face. Something's wrong.

"Hey," I turn to the dealer.

"Sir, please do not interrupt the game."

"But something is--"

"Sir, if you continue, I will have to get you removed from the premises."

"$5,000,000."

"$10,000,000."

The orca calls, bringing the pot to over $20,000,000. I watch the two remaining players reveal their cards. The orca has a two of diamonds and a six of clubs: two pairs. Coco has the two of hearts and a queen of diamonds: a pair. What?! Why did Coco bet so high on such a lousy hand?

As the credits drain from the shark's card, he breaks out of his trance. "Huh?" he mutters. "What just happened?"

"Sir, you're going to have to come with me." A panther places his burly hand on Coco's shoulder. He's dressed in a tuxedo with a Silver Serpent staff badge.

"Wait, I didn't do this." Coco looks around frantically.

"Don't make this difficult for yourself. Come with me, or we'll have to use force."

"But that wasn't me! I didn't mean to--"

The panther grabs him by the arm, and another staff member grabs his other arm. They drag him off the seat and away from the table. I jump off my seat and rush after them.

"There must be a misunderstanding! Coco wouldn't--" The panther cuts me off with a glare and I back off. "But..." I'm helpless to stop it as I watch my friend get taken away. I hope Coco has a way of paying off his new debt.

As I turn back to the table, I suddenly lose the urge to play. The orca was looking at Coco as he let out a chuckle. Once his winning credits were transferred to his Silver Serpent card, he picks it off the table and leaves.

Something is wrong, I know it. That wasn't Coco doing it. But what is done is done. I have to save him, somehow.

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I step into a white, sterile corridor. It turns out the Silver Serpent has a lot of underground floors that can be accessed by the elevators in the staff sector. I'm wearing a lab coat I stole from one of the staff members, allowing me to blend in with the other lab workers as they stride down the hallway.

Unclipping the lab pass from the lab coat's breast pocket, I tap it on the scanner beside a rectangular doorway. Instead of sliding to the side, the door dematerialises, revealing the room within. Huh, that's very high tech. I peer into the room. Its walls are made up of white panels, and a control panel sits in front of a window that overlooks an experiment room. Nobody's here, though. The door re-materialises as I continue down the corridor.

There are people inside the next lab I open. There's a rabbit in the experiment room, bound on a steel table as robotic arms fit him with a latex suit. The lab staff turn to me with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, sorry! Wrong room!" I let the door re-materialise and walk away.

I search the next few rooms, trying to find Coco. He's gotta be here somewhere. I've heard rumours about this place, that the Silver Serpent turns its hopeless debtors into drones to pay off their debts. Never thought it'd be real, but it's hard to deny the truth when it's right in front of me.

I've almost given up looking for Coco in the hundreds of labs in the place, but by some stroke of luck, I've found him. The lab is empty, but in the experiment room I see a white figure stumbling around on all fours. He looks different, but I immediately know it's Coco. It must be him. I dash into the room and look through the window into the experiment room. He's fitted with some kind of grey robotic armour, with a latex undersuit. A faceless hood encompasses his head, leaving only a blank visor for him to see. There's a fin on his back, and a shark's tail. This must be him. But his legs look different, almost like that of a feral, four-legged creature. What have they done to him?

"Coco!" I shout. "I'm here!"

He looks up at me with a tilted head. I can't see his expression, but I think he recognises me.

"I'll save you. Give me a second..." I look at the display panel in front of me, trying to find a way to open the experiment room door. I read the labelled buttons as fast as I can until I find the one I'm looking for. I tap on it and the door dematerialises.

"Coco!" I run into the room. He bounds towards me and I squat to meet him. "What have they done to you?"

"Woof!" He... barks? They must've done something weird to his voice, too. Ugh. Let's get out of here first. After that, we'll find a way to fix him. I'm about to get up when a voice makes me freeze.

"Who are you?"

"Uh..." I stand up and turn around. An eagle is glaring at me for an explanation. Beside him are two beefy security guards. "I'm uh... bringing my... test subject to the next lab to get some... diagnostics?"

"Funny," the eagle says, "because that happens to be my subject."

"Oh, huh? Maybe you've got the wrong one. There are a lot of shark drones around, perhaps one of them is yours? It's really easy to get lost around here. In fact, today I got lost three times--"

"Name and employee number?"

"Huh?"

"Name. Employee number."

"Oh, I don't remember my employee number. This is actually my first day at the job so I haven't--"

"Name then."

"Err, Preston Dawkins," I lie.

He reaches for my badge and unclips it. "So, 'Preston Dawkins', can you tell me why your ID says 'Joni Sindra'?"

"I might've accidentally--"

"Take him away." The guards reach for me. I try to dash past them, but one of them grabs me by the arm and holds me in a vice-like grip.

"Lab 194," the eagle tells the guards. "Restrain him on the table. My team will process him first, and I'll handle the paperwork later."

"No! Wait! You've got it all wrong!"

The guards ignore me. My squirming and kicking barely sways their steady forms as they drag me through the corridors of staring staff. I'm brought into a laboratory processing room where they strip me down to my bare fur.

"Hey! Please! Let me go! This is all a misunderstanding! I'm new here, you see!"

One of the guards sweeps me off my feet and dumps me on the lab table. He straps leather cuffs around my neck, waist, and limbs, keeping me bound. As I kick and squirm in my restraints, they leave the room.

What have I got myself into? What are they going to do to me? And what's going to happen to Coco?

I barely have time to contemplate my situation when five lab staff enter the room and surround the table I'm bound on. The eagle is in the other room, observing me from behind the glass and control panel.

"Sound check, sound check." I hear his voice through speakers in the room. One of the staff gives him a thumbs up. "Good. Mecha canine, model D-941." He taps on the control panel. A horizontal wall panel beside me swivels downwards, acting like a wall-mounted table. On top of it are four circular discs. One of the lab staff picks them up and hands them out to the others. Holding the last one, he uncuffs my left arm and slides the black disc over it. My hand goes through the disc, but I don't see it on the other side.

"Wait! What are you doing to me?"

He holds my arm as I struggle to pull away. The disc goes up my arm, swallowing it up into some unseen void. My forearm goes first, then my elbow, then my upper arm, and then up to my shoulder joint. He presses a button and the disc contracts, locking around my shoulder with a click. I can still feel my arm. I can still move it. But where is it? I scream in terror.

No! Please don't!

The other staff members repeat the same process with my other arm and legs. My limbs disappear into thin air and I squirm. I can feel my limbs, somewhere. Wherever they are, they are grasping at nothing as I flail them about. But here in the lab, I'm just a limbless body thrashing about.

"Suit him up."

Another lab staff goes to the table and fetches a shiny grey material. Four of them flip me over onto my chest while the fifth one lays the material below me. They tug the edges of the material over me. Someone sprays something thick and sticky over me, smearing it over my back and below my body. The rest of them smooth the suit out over my fur.

"Be sure to spread the glue out properly. I don't want the latex coming off."

Wait, glue? They are gluing me into this suit?!

"Hey!" I protest. Without my limbs, my thrashing does nothing. I feel like a tortoise turned on its back, flailing its limbs but getting no hold. "Please!"

They slide my tail into a sleeve in the suit before pressing something against my tailhole.

"Wait! What are you doing?"

The lubricated anal intruder is shoved up my inner tunnel, sliding deeper until it's as deep as it can go. I'm groaning, feeling a weird mixture of pleasure and soreness in my rear. Someone pushes their finger into my gaping hole, making sure that it's firmly lodged inside me, keeping my rear passage open.

"Tunnel plug in place."

My limbless body is suited in the latex, and the seams are pulled over my back. The rubber suit reaches up to my neck, leaving only my head exposed. Metal sockets are positioned over where my arms and legs used to be.

"Heat sealer?"

"Here."

There's a brief zap of heat, and I know they've sealed me in.

"Back attachment."

I feel a curved device pressed against my back. There's a click as it attaches to my back, and I feel a tingle of electricity surge across my body. The suit must have some integrated electronics to help it function. But what does it do?

"Hood?"

"Got it."

My head is pulled back as someone pushes a hood against my face. I briefly make out a silicone cock inside the hood before it's shoved into my maw. The rest of the hood is stretched over my head, constricting my face and ears. A black-tinted visor covers my eyes, darkening the world around me as I look out with frantic eyes. I make a muffled protest, but they don't stop. With the heat sealer, they close up the hood and seal it to my latex suit. The glue-coated interior presses against my face, adhering securely to my fur.

"Make sure he's fully sealed," the eagle says.

One of them examines my body carefully, before the rest of them flip me over so I'm on my back. He adjusts my manhood, making it fit into the null bulge at the suit's crotch.

"Mnfhht!" I groan.

"Looks good."

"Alright. Attach the limbs."

They turn me on my side and two robotic limbs are brought out. I realise they aren't anthro limbs, but feral ones in the shape of a dog's legs. They're turning me into a robotic dog, just like they've done with Coco! With loud clicks, the limbs are attached to the metal sockets on my missing arm and leg. They turn me to the other side and fit my new limbs in.

"Put him on the ground."

I'm turned over so my chest is facing the ground. This time, the four robotic limbs support me like the legs of a table. The lab staff lift me off the table and lower me to the ground.

"Activating motor controls. Dog, try to move."

What did he just call me? I'm not a dog! I try to protest, but my voice comes out as digitally synthesised barks.

"Hurry up." He taps a button on the control panel and a shock runs through my body.

I yelp in pain and my body jerks forward. My robotic front limbs buckle and I crash face-first into the floor. I carefully get up, only to realise I'm controlling the limbs. It's a bit shaky, but somehow, I can move them. I can feel my organic limbs somewhere, and I can still move them. My robotic limbs will respond, manoeuvring themselves in the same way. The movement is jerky so far, but I think I'll get used to it.

Wait.

The realisation hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm... turned into a dog. A robotic dog. They aren't going to let me go after this. I'm going to be rented out to other gamblers for them to play with me like their little pets. My horrified screams come out as loud barking, and the eagle gives me another zap to shut me out.

I dash around the room. They can't do this to me. I won't let them take me away. I won't be a stupid pet to some stupid guests. I'm Jarin! I'm a person!

"Ugh. Shutting off motor control."

My limbs freeze and I fall over, skidding across the floor. An electric shock across my body acts as punishment, and my robotic voice lets out a pained yelp. I can't defend myself, I can't escape, I can't do anything. The lab staff lift me up and take me out to the control room where the eagle is.

"Take him for some basic training. He's going to learn how to be a good dog before he's fit for guests to use." He walks over to where I am and taps on my visor. "You hear me? You're a bad dog. And bad dogs need to be trained."

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I follow the goat into the elevator. He's dressed in a service staff tuxedo and holding a purple cocktail. My motor control is getting better. I could try to escape, but he'll easily disable my limbs and punish me with more electro-torture. I'm not sure I want to go through that again; dog training has taught me that there are 10 levels of electro intensity, and I'm barely able to endure level 4. If I misbehave in public, my punishment will go beyond that.

The elevator doors open and I follow the goat out onto the roof. The sun is rising over the edge of the roof, casting the first of its warm orange rays over everything. Snake statues rise out of the ground, arcing towards the middle where a giant crystal ball sits on a raised plinth. Its faceted surfaces refract the sunlight in triangles across the polished stone ground.

People mill around on the roof, enjoying their holiday getaway. The goat approaches the crystal ball where a handsome black-scaled snake sits on the plinth, and I follow obediently.

"Your drink, Mr Valon." The goat offers the snake the cocktail. "And here's your pup." He points to me. Across my visor, I see the words: "Assigned owner: Sephos Valon".

"Thank you," Sephos says.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"That will be it."

The goat leaves and I look up at Sephos awkwardly. I hear the sound of scratching and I see another mecha pup run towards me. He notices me and screeches to a halt. I see the fin on his back and the shark's tail. That's Coco!

I bark at him and he backs away nervously. Wait! Coco! It's me! But I can't speak, only bark. I get closer to him, barking with even more enthusiasm. Please! I'm not trying to scare you. I'm your friend! He runs to Sephos' side and cowers beside him. I try to approach when a powerful shock surges through my body. I crouch on the ground, trembling from the intensity of the punishment.

"Bad dog," Sephos says curtly. "You two should learn to get along."

I can barely focus on my surroundings. I think Coco comes near me before yelping in pain, then running back to Sephos. The snake says something else I can't hear. Then the electro subsides and I stumble to my feet.

"Come here."

Not wanting to get another shock, I run to Sephos' side. Opposite me, Coco is looking up at the snake and wagging his tail. Why is he so obedient? Eager, too.

"Good boy."

The plug in my rear vibrates, sending waves of pleasure running through my body. My latex bulge squeezes my cock, massaging and milking it. My throat lets out a quiet moan and my synthesiser lets out a soft bark.

I really want to grab my bulge and rub one out. It just feels so good. I... I can't focus. Sephos... Sephos is rubbing my head. It feels so good. Then the stimulation stops, leaving me feeling needy for more. I want more. I need to stop resisting. Just enjoy it. Obey, be a good dog. I don't want to be zapped anymore.

I look up at him excitedly, wagging my tail. Sephos is my master, and I will be his good dog.

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~ End ~