Revenge of the Fallen
#2 of breaking in the slave
Revenge of the Fallen
The wolf's paws struck out in front of him in a blurry flourish before he deftly jumped high into the air, kicking where the imaginary head should be and landing on the other paw, his foot circling around him as he struck a defensive pose, hands in the air at chest level. He broke the stance, smiling as he ended his practice for the day on a high note. It might be illegal for him to use tooth and claw to defend himself, let alone attack and punishable only his death, but his master was truly a brilliant man and had had him trained in the dancing arts of unarmed combat.
Pet padded through the lofty estate seeking entertainment for himself, his master had left earlier in the day to arrange for a new breeding slave for him to break and his absence left the wolf with little to do. Pet wandered to the large entertainment room, plopped down on floor near the holo screen since the Master didn't allow his slaves on the furniture, and began surfing the entertainment vids, his tail wagging happily behind him.
Pet was so enthralled at the colorfully animated children's show, one of his favorites, that he jumped when the doorbell's chime sang out, echoing throughout the empty household. Pet quickly got to his feet and moved to answer the door, grinning to himself that it only took him till the person on the other side had hit the buzzer a third time to reach it. He bowed politely to the Ahl woman before him as he opened the door. "Apologies Mistress, Master is not home. Please, if you have business..." Pet's world exploded in pain, his fur fluffing up unnaturally as his muscles played against themselves, and as he fell, twitching and convulsion he saw the stun rod in her hands.
The woman looked behind her calling to someone hidden in the shadows "Quickly we don't have a lot of time.", then two, four men appeared, lifting the wolf bodily as he weakly tried to struggle against the stun rod's effects and them. They threw him violently against the nearby table, the construct creaking and groaning under the crushing force of the blow and the mild struggle as they restrained his limbs before calling back to the woman to bring "her" in.
Pet began to struggle more as his strength returned to him, stopping to watch the figure meekly approach him, the cloaked Ahl woman behind her, comforting her, supporting her. The vixen, his most latest conquest, looked down upon him with her wet, liquid eyes, averting her gaze meekly as he glared at her. The Ahl woman moved between them, blocking his view of the vixen, forcing him to watch her back as she petted the vixen's shoulders "Do you still want to this Nan? We still have the time to get you away from here before he alerts his Master."
"The vixen's voice was soft, hesitant, yet determined. "Did, did you know what our M...master would do to me when you mated with me? Pet growled in annoyance, thrashing against the men who held him, yelling at the meek creature before him. "Of course I did! Master goes and brings back breeding slaves whom masters want them to be broken and easily bred." Tears streamed down the vixen's muzzle and anger began to mix with the smell of fear that clung to her like a perceivable cloud. "And our...my kits?" Pet chuckled as he laid his head back against the table, wishing for this farce of a confrontation to be over with. "Yes, it is part of MY Master's plan, makes the breeder meek, hollow inside or so he says."
He could hear the beginnings of her scream, her roar and looked up just in time as she stabbed downward, piercing the flesh of his chest with some type of weapon. He whimpered in shock as she backed away from her deed slowly, turning to weep into the Ahl woman's petite bosom. The woman hugged the vixen in an attempt to comfort her before nodding to the four men who restrained him. "Secure him tightly so he can't get help till after the nanites finish their work." Pet could feel a burning sensation start to seep outwards from where the device had penetrated his chest, it's corruption spreading, carried by his blood, pumped throughout his body by his heart. The four men worked quickly on to binding his ankles, knees, wrist and elbows together, making sure that the plastic cords that they used cut into his flesh painfully before picking up and leaving, closing and sealing the door as if they where never there.
Pet struggled pitifully against his bindings, whimpering in pain as the invasive nanites reproduced themselves, saturated every organ within his body. All too slowly, the painful burning sensation faded to dull warmth that radiated from his chest and hips. Pressure began to build along the wolf's lower back and his lips curled back into a snarl, as the pressure became pinching, then a blinding, cutting pain, the nanites uncaring, unremorseful as they followed their programming and constructed a new set of ribs within the trapped slave. The pain quickly reached the wolf's threshold and with one last convulsion of his froth covered body he all too mercifully lost consciousness.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he awoke, only that his body ached feverishly as whatever the small, medical machines where doing to him. Slowly he drug his head to an angle where he could examine himself, the sweet stench of rotting flesh and meat instantly greeting his sensitive nose, whimpering and fighting back fearful tears when he saw his scrotum black and three times its normal size, his penis flushed out of his sheath, leaking a thick yellow, brown fluid. Pet began to slam his head repeatedly into the ground, desperately trying to awaken himself from this nightmare, openly weeping as he felt his flesh crawled and the organs within him shift unnaturally. With a shuddering breath, he composed himself as best he could, beginning his self-examination once more. The nanites had generally slimmed down his muscular mass, consuming it for whatever they where doing to him, especially along his waist and stomach, giving his hips a slight feminine cast to them. Despite the uneasy feeling of the nanites working within him, Pet's eyes began to grow heavy from the drain the tiny machine where placing upon his body and no matter what he tried to do prevent it, he drifted back to sleep.
The wolf awoke howling in pain around the gag in his mouth, a burning crushing pain in his abdomen. He splayed his toes, trying to gain enough purchase on the carpet so that he could twist away from whatever was harming him. His thoughts where sluggish from the enforced sleep and temporarily forgot about the nanites within him as he sought the source of his pain. His eyes bulging in shock and his mind reeled, the pain coursing through his stomach and groin momentarily thrust out of his thoughts as he stared at the twin line of small yet all too feminine teats that now adorned his trim stomach. The wolf did his best to curl into a fetal position, absently noticing that his scrotum had ruptured, the bloody puss caking his inner thighs, pooling under him while he slept. He shuddered as he felt and saw his testicle slowly being drawn into his body, the crushing pain returning as the machines moved it along his...her newly formed birth canal.
Hot tears of shame and fear welled up from deep within her as she twitched and contorting herself to futilely try and stop that which was much too late to stop, forced to watch her once proud manhood descend, joining with the remains of what was her scrotum and form the petals of her new sex
Epilogue
She stood within the large kennel, her paws shackled in front of her, glaring at the four paragons of wolfhood on the other side of the enclosure. She shivered and whimpered as the arousal of her first heat forced the moisture from her quivering uterus out from within her, drenching her swollen folds in its potent scent.
Pet flinches as her Master calls out from behind her. "Alright gentleman, the owner of the male to claims, dominates and successfully breeds my female will be the winner of the bet. Remember however that no matter which one of these fine studs before us breeds my little pet here, it will be only when she whelps that I will choose and buy one of them to replace the stud I recently lost."
Pet whimpers, her ears flatten, tail curling between her legs in dread.