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I was never really the most the successful in my family, you could probably call me the biggest loser in fact. I don't really know what happened, most of it started around sixth grade where the resident bully started to pick on me and I really couldn't do anything about it due to the fact I was always too shy. Maybe that was the reason why he did it? He knew I wouldn't tell. Well, whatever the reason was he continued all the way through middle school and into high school.

High school wasn't a grand place either I barely passed while both my older brother and sister earned straight A's through out and took Advanced Placement classes without even breaking a sweat while I wallowed in core classes with C's and D's. After graduation I finally thought I could push ahead of them, but that was wishful thinking. Before I knew it my brother had risen through the ranks of some software company to a lead designer and making six figures. My sister was accepted into the most prestigious college in this side of the planet studying for her Ph/D in applied physics science or something along those lines. All I know is that it's confusing.

They get to do all these great things while I'm stuck in a supermarket checking out customers, or at least I was. After making a remark about my boss without realizing that he had walked up right behind me I was fired and I guess that's why I'm here. My paw wrapped around the glass the bartender and placed in front of me.

"So Harold, what's it this time?" He asked leaning on the counter. I had been coming to Celie's for several years and by now Celie himself knew that I didn't exactly run the most perfect life.

"Just everything." I answered him after taking a drink, my fourth for the evening. I gave a slight exhale out my nose. "I even got the worst name. I mean who names their pup Harold? I swear my parents made it so I had the worst life."

"Oh now, don't take it out on them, I'm sure they did the best they could." By now Celie should have realized saying stuff like that won't fix the years of finishing last place. I pushed the glass back toward him and he filled it back up.

"Yeah, they did one hell of a job!" I raised my glass in my growing inebriation. "A fucking hell of a job!" Without any real indication of what I was doing I turned around on the bar stool to the other furs who had shown up this dreary Thursday evening. "Hey! To parents!" I raised my glass and gulped another shot not even realizing that nobody was following.

"Harold stop that! Turn back around, i'm cutting you off." Celie demanded.

"But there is so much more to say!" I stand and embarrassingly shuffle around the small tavern. "Look at the wolf! His life is much lamer then any other! Lets all laugh at the wolf!" I give a drunk chuckle and swing around the central poles that hold the ceiling up. "Oh what will he do nowAHH!" My muzzle found itself between the breasts of a voluptuous vixen who stood their stunned for a second. I felt blood rush to my face as the skin under my back fur turned to a bright red. I immediately stumble back and fall to my ass in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Miss!" Celie interjected with me still stunned on the floor. "He's had a couple of shots and he can't really take liquor." With my dazed vision I saw her look me over and let out a snooty breath.

"Whats the matter? What makes someone drink, who normally doesn't, shots on a Thursday night?" She asked crossing her arms. I rubbed my eyes trying to get a clear picture of her but they were still spinning.

"Well, lets say he hasn't exactly had the most...hmm...easy going life." Celie said turning to me on the floor. He offered a paw which I gladly took, I don't think it would have been possible for me to get up by myself. Probably would have ended up right in the Vixens boobs again. "He's terribly sorry Miss." Celie apologized for me. "There's no way he's driving home tonight!" After which he gave a slight chuckle.

"What are you talking about Celie!" I blurted out still in my drunken state. "I only live a block away!"

"Yes, I know Harold I was making a joke for the lady." He said down to me like one would a child. He helped me back to the chair and I couldn't help but notice the vixen eying me once again before turning around and leaving out the door.

"Harold, you want me to call you a cab?" Celie asked from behind

"No, naw..i'm...alright. It's only a..a....ten minute walk." I didn't notice my own speech slurring a little. "Besides I wouldn't have the m...money to pay him." He promptly put his paws on my shoulders trying to keep me down. But I twisted out and headed for the door. "I'll be fine...I...I'll just call my brother in the morning. I'm sure he'll...he'll have a job a loser like me can do."

Without waiting to hear what he was going to say I opened the door and was hit with the cold autumn evening air which helped me wake up a little. I hobbled over to a light post where I steadied myself before continuing in the moonlight.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself. "There's no way Mike would have a job lined up."

"I have something that you can do."

The voice came out of nowhere and I twirled around quickly on my pads. But still being drunk I stumbled and fell to the ground again, this time fully on my back.

"Wow. This one I didn't even need to use the chloroform. Ehh, I'll use it anyway." The image of the voluptuous vixen came back into view, she had a cloth in her paw and with one paw holding me down she put the other over my nose filling it and my head with a light floating sensation.

"Go ahead. Your life is not going to bother you anymore."

The last thing I saw was her grinning and my body drifting away as if it were on a cloud.

My body jerked awake but for some reason it wouldn't move. I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room and a killer headache. My eyes couldn't make out any detail, they were still getting used to the light. I felt my body in a sitting position but that was pretty much it.

"Why am I in a Hospital?" I questioned thinking that's the only place where there were rooms that were white and bright, but the fact that I couldn't move still didn't add up.

"Oh it's awake! Call in Elise." I turned my head and my eyes started to make out shapes of furs standing outside a window looking in. My brain raced trying to think of what this was but the splitting head ache prevented me from doing any serious thinking. Suddenly the door next to the window opened to reveal a strangely familiar vixen. She walked over to in front of me, with someone else behind her.

"Age, weight, height, and species please." She demanded. My head still killed and I didn't know if she was talking to me or the assistant. "I said age, weight, height, and species. Now!" Wait, she was taking to me, what should I say? Just give her your age, weight, height, and species! They're normal questions! My head argued with itself but the Elise just tapped her foot and sighed.

"Mark, what are it's numbers?"

Wait, it? I thought as Mark answered for me. "On number 42, let's see." The retriever lifted a couple papers on his clipboard as he did so my eyes were beginning to make out the room. It was small. Only room enough for me and a couple others. I tried to lift my arm but it wouldn't budge, something was preventing me from moving, I could only move my neck. There were no restraints but there was a weight around my neck that I wasn't used to. Was it a collar?

"Yes Number 42. Age is 21, it is 169 pounds at 5' 7". Small and compact for a black wolf."

"What the matter is going on!" I finally get out, forcing myself to go past the headache which felt like it was splitting my head open. "Why can't I move!"

Elise kept her paws crossed as she shifted her weight to her right side. "You have been stripped." She said bluntly. Immediately I felt a cool breeze rush across my bare sheath and I blushed trying to move my paws to cover myself but they didn't move from their position on the desk in front of me.

"Why would you take my clothes off! And why can't I move! What type of Hospital is this?"

"Oh this is no hospital." She snickered stepping in a little closer. "This here is evaluation room ten for incoming slaves." Did she just say slaves? "You can't move because you have been fitted with a collar that prevents you from doing such. It interrupts the brain's signals but causes a major headache at the same time."

"No no no no! You've got it all wrong! I'm not a slave! I have a home, I have a life!" I tried to argue.

"Really? Because to me it sounded like it was going down the tubes. Look at it this way you have now been stripped of your life and all it's problems. You do not have that name you despise so much anymore." She held out her paw to Mark who handed her a piece of paper, when she showed it to me it read 'Birth Certificate.' With a quick motion she ripped it in two and let the pieces tumble to the ground. "You are not a person anymore." Mark handed her another, this time a card. On it said 'Social Security.' Elise wasted no time ripping it to bits. "You are Slave Number 42 in lot 8."

This couldn't be happening! This had to be someone playing a rotten joke! That was it! It had to be. "No! I'm Harold!" I argued trying to kick and flail my arms.

"Keep that up 42 and you'll end up in the discount pile." She growled pulling a small packet of paper and slipped it in front of me. My eyes looked down and read the first paragraph.

Pedigree Test

This is an aptitude test for each incoming new slave. There are six outcomes possible, Outside, Living room, Kitchen, Bathroom, Bedroom, and Master. Each one determines where you will live and work with the exception of Master. If you score Master you will be set free and given the title and the freedom to enter the showroom to browse and purchase. The others break down as follows.

I started to shake my head. "No no no! What is this?"

"Read on." Elise said nodding her head. I dropped my eyes and continued reading.

Outside-You will live and work outside. You will be responsible for the lawn, clean up, keeping the house up kept and just full out tidiness of the property. You will live in a small heated dog house only big enough for you. At night you will be chained and unable to escape. At all times you will wear a shock collar that if the perimeter is breached by you it will administer a shock that will render you unconscious.

Living Room - If you end up as a living room slave you are an object. If your master needs a table, you will be a table, if they need a ottoman you will be an ottoman. In addition to this you will need to keep everything dust free and clean. You will not be allowed on the furniture because you are the furniture.

Kitchen- As a kitchen slave you must cook every and all meals for your master. Everything will be clean and no dishes will ever be in the sink for more then an hour. This requires you to be good at cooking which will be reflected in your score. You are nothing but a fixture in the kitchen.

Bathroom- As a bathroom slave you will live in the bathroom, clean the toilet, the tub, the sinks. Everything and anything. Also along with this placement the slave will most likely have to ingest bodily waste. Bathroom slaves will be required to check with the resident slave doctor once a month to keep their health up rather then the usual yearly check up.

Bedroom- You are not only responsible for cleaning and making the bed but you will be in service to your master sexually. Yes the other pedigrees do include sexual favors but this is the main focused group. You must be in good health and able to take pain and punishment regularly. This will be reflected in the score.

Master- If your score is high enough to get this you will be set free and able to buy your own slaves in the showroom as explained earlier. However if you refuse you will be brainwashed to forget this place and be sent back out to the wild.

Begin

I noticed Elise nod to the window where one of the people behind the glass flipped a switch that made it possible to move my paws and arms but not my legs. Mark the technician put a pencil in front of me took several steps back behind Elise as if he were scared I was going to jump up and attack him.

"There is no way I'm taking this!" I growl, still trying to keep my head above all this. But instead of freedom I was greeted to a electric shock courtesy of the heavy collar around my neck.

"The clearance aisle isn't the place you want to be." The vixen calmly mentioned. "I advice putting that pencil to work, there are a couple places that need to be filled on the sales floor and before we can figure where to put you that needs to be done."

"But if you think I'm going to sign my life away you're one crazy bitch!" Another shock rides down my spine forcing my muscles to contract. I let out a scream and clench my fists so hard that my claws dig into my flesh.

"Start...NOW!"

With not many options on my table I pick up the pencil and open the packet. It looks to be a series of multiple choice questions aimed at trying to find out where I could perform the best and gauge my willingness to serve. All while answering I kept the idea that I maybe, just maybe could score a Master rating and then I could get back to my life. My boring, drab, and uninteresting life.

I plowed through all thirty of the questions not even going back to read through answers. So in what I thought was record time I set my pencil down and sat back as the assistant came back in the room. He snatched the papers as my invisible restraints latched back on confining me to my thoughts as he most likely took it back to a scan-tron machine to find my score.

"They're going to make me do something for the rest of my life biased on a simple test? That's just bullshit." I mutter a couple of minutes later hanging my head and tail low. "Just as long as I don't get bathroom. God just make it so I don't get bathroom."

The door squeaked back open and Elise walked in again with another paper in her paw, probably containing my new life on it. "Actually not all your life." She had been listening to what I was saying! "After twenty years you will regain your identity and move to Master where you may purchase slaves from our selection as well as other places around the country." She moved closer and gently laid a paper on the desk in front of me. "But that's a looooong way off." Her smile dug into me like a dagger as she scooted it toward me. "It's good that you scored this. These sell fast meaning that you'll probably get sold tonight."

The paper had my number, 42, at the top, along with all the information about my species age, and weight. I forced my eyes down to read my fate. It said. "This Black Wolf has a pedigree of _ BEDROOM _. It's species gives it a strong body but small stature also makes it so it can take punishment well. Useful for any type of fun that comes in the bed." The only thing I could think while reading was infomercial. I was an infomercial!

"Now we're going to have to do this fast. The floor opens up to the executives in twenty minutes. I want you on display by then." Again she pointed to one of the furs behind the glass window and I felt my paws and legs regain movement but my body felt like it had just run a marathon. There was no way I could escape, I could barely walk. These bastards had thought of everything. Elise stood me up and tied a leash to my collar to lead me into the hall, still with nothing but my fur on.

There were still no windows in the hall but doors lined the way much like in a hotel and I could only imagine that others were taking the Pedigree test as I had just done. I looked a head and saw two large double silver doors.

"Move faster 42!" Elise demanded pulling the leash. I coughed and lurched forward falling to my face, yet she still continued to pull. "Stay there." She demanded. I wobbled and moved to my paws and knees following her through the double doors. The moment I entered the sales floor my muzzle dropped to the floor, it was unlike anything I was expecting. It was huge, like a costco, with huge signs hanging from the ceiling labeled with the pedigree names. I saw other victims being dragged to a department and locked into place each into little stalls. As Elise continued to pull me I noticed that Kitchen was the only department that used cages, the rest were chained to their spot. Loosely in the case for outside to show off their strength I imagined. Under the living room sign the slaves were in suits that conformed their bodies to fit pieces of furniture. The worst out of all of them was the Bathroom slaves they were locked in tightly with muzzles agape ready for whatever someone might put in it.

"Hurry up 42! We have to lock you into place." Elise moved me into one of the many aisles down the bedroom "department" before stopping in front of an empty one labeled 42. There was a wall with four cuffs to hold my body in a spread eagle position and Elise didn't waste anytime in latching me up and placing a muzzle to prevent me from speaking. She posted my Pedigree paper right next to my head and smiled.

"Hey don't look so sad." The vixen laughed. "You're officially for sale."