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Visit to the zoo 3rd part

Sylkis led the group through the park to the staff area. They weren't far from it in distance, but they didn't have the authorization to take the staff-only paths that led to it from where they ate. The staff-only area of the park, as it shows on the map, is pretty big. If you count the big brown area and some smaller areas all over the park, you could say that this section covers nearly half the park in size. This zone was a mystery to everyone but the richest patrons and the staff, for it was here that the board actually lived in addition to everything needed to make the park function.

You could find the vet office, the admission area and the training yards : everything needed to admit new slaves and get them ready for uses. But you also had here the stock of costumes; called the Gallery, and the Wax Museum, the nickname for place they turned slaves into living furniture. There were many less glamorous places too : the infirmary (for the staff to be healed at, the slaves only go to the vet office), the many parking and delivery areas, the living quarters of the staff that had to be on site 24/7 (usually one doctor and one vet, a few guards and technicians slept there, with a system to determine who would be the unlucky ones to stay at the park once it was closed), the school (the zoo has to teach useful skills and such to every slave that isn't turned into a furniture or considered with a good enough degree to live on once released from their slavery) and the resources (refrigerators, spare parts, vehicles and so on).

And the Crown. That was the most secure part of the zoo, the only place visitors could actually go in there was the auction house, where the zoo sold their slaves or technologies, and sometimes allowed rich people to sell them stuff. Most of the Crown was actually the houses of the board : either their own or their second house, but all of those houses were palaces filled up with slaves and everything Sylkis could dream of. One of those house was unoccupied, at least not by his owner. ( http://www.sofurry.com/view/653587 ) The puppy kingdom, as it was nicknamed, was the house of the owner of the zoo but all the attempts of the news reporters to actually interview him have ended badly. The lucky one just got rebuffed; the unlucky ones were never seen again. Draconil keep the place under much security. From the outside it looks like a Victorian manor, but from the little that has been seen of the inside, it's meant to be a nursery, including a park and garden that have been spotted from helicopters. The security is top notch and the slaves and staffs that are working there never leave it. The only one that has gone in and left is Draconil himself. What kind of secrets does this place hold? **The living furniture that guard the manor tells what happens to those who try to enter the house without authorization ***.*

Trapped in machines to make them looks like a sphinx, trespassers are constantly tortured inside while the robot suit ensure a constant vigil. People who come close are stopped by those moving statues and shown the prisoners inside as a deterrent. They are then told to leave the premises while the robots keep them under a constant surveillance until they are far from the Puppy Kingdom. Those who still attempt to enter get another chance : if captured early they are sent back to the outside in cages for the zoo security. The others joins the furniture of the house , never seen again unless they are put into a sphinx and shown to you... but they will never divulge what they saw inside.

Sylkis' pack finally got to the main entrance of the staff section, the one that led to the auction house. Catherine Puce was awaiting them, in the same outfit as the day before : a lion tamer outfit with a well-used whip and a bunch of bondage cuffs and rope nicely tied to her belt. She was ready to take down any disobeying slave in a few moves. Marcus' gang shivered as she was sizing them all down. It was clear from her predatory grin that she could do quite some work on all of them and sell them for a good price... all but one. She looked at Loupy for some time, confused by the sight of him, but finally shrugged off the idea she had and returned to Sylkis.

"I see you have a bunch of crybabies this year." she said. The dragon nodded and sighed. "Yeah, last year 's students were good. Half of them got sent to my school and the other half to the zoo, if I remember correctly." "You remember right . Those sent here proved compliant enough to get jobs and not be made into animals, and I think those sent to your school are on my list of potential candidates for nurses and maids openings at the palace hotel." "I'm always happy to hear I'm among your firsts choices for hiring trained slaves." said Sylkis with a giggle. Some of the pups found quite disturbing them talking so casually about the sad fate of their previous schoolmates. But they knew better than to mention it.

"So, you sissies are gonna have a quick look at the staff section of the zoo. Quick because I have work to do and also because we aren't going to go through all the storage facilities that constitute most of the staff section. I welcome really important and relevant questions, any stupid questions will earn you a punishment. If you annoy me enough, I may even arrange for those who did it to have some kind of accidents and disappear mysteriously, never to be seen ever again." said the lynx, her gaze making all the pups wet themselves as she looked at each of them one by one.

She led the group to what look like a big theater from the Napoleon era in France : huge, with lots of statues and tapestries all around, painted in gold and silver. All the decorations featured slaves in sexy positions but the where it should have been statues at the entrance itself they was only empty slots with what seems to be supports and bondage rings. "What you see here is the auction house. Here, patrons bring their money to buy the best of our home-trained slaves and new bondage technologies, or to show their own trained animals in our world-acclaimed shows. The dog show is this week-end actually." she noticed Loupy poking at the empty place at the entrance. ( https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=336245) "We have slaves as decorations during the shows, but we don't keep them there when the building is not used. We have other uses for them after all." said Catherine. "Now, let's move toward a place I hope to see you all one day, the admission center." She led the group toward a huge building with many entrances for trucks to unload.

The group slowly moved forward the admission area. It was rather impressive in size but entirely bland from the outside. It was just a storage and unloading area like you could see some in thousands of places all over the country, with added security as all doors were guarded and with lots of devices like camera, fingerprints scanners and so on to ensure that no-one entered without authorization ... or made it out without permission.

The lynx effortlessly made it through all the security precautions t hrough force of habit, but some of the guards looked at the pups with a predator's gaze and whispered between them that they would like to add the school boys to the zoo's animals. Inside the building it was just as cold as the outside, which made this place all the more frightening. All the loading docks had the same message "It's going to be your first time, but not the last." which Loupy supposed applied to rapes. After all, those who ended up here would have to suffer through their time in the zoo.

"So here is the admission area. As you can see there is plenty of room, because we may get entire truck-loads of new arrivals. Usually they arrive in cages, which take a lot of space , and we have to store them here until they can be processed." said Catherine before moving toward one of the dock. She had a truck delayed so it would be unloaded in front of her group , and she walked the group toward it. **The truck was maneuvering toward the dock as the group arrived. It looked like a classic**cattle truck when you glanced over it.

But a closer look revealed that there weren't any feral cattle inside , but furs in bondage : wearing prisoner orange jumpsuit, gagged and wearing handcuffs forcing them to be on four inside the truck. The vehicle finally stopped and the staff of the zoo opened the door to reveal the additional cages that were inside the truck, so the prisoners had to escape from their cages then from the truck's wagon before getting to the outside.The staff opened the cages and dragged the prisoners out by their leashes. They was half a dozen of them, nearly all crying and sobbing as the pups looked at them. ( https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=230675) They dragged a deer forward. "Plushie number 73584." said the cheetah staff member checking the cattle tag on his ear while looking at a list on a small tablet. "Everything is ok for this one, you can move him to processing and then he can wait at the vet's office." The cheetah moved to a big black horse while a rat staff member took the deer to a weird sort of pylon. He was set against it, held by his collar, while they removed his jumpsuit and handcuffs. The deer squirmed by cattle prods jolted him into submission before his feet got settled in the holes at the bottom of the weird machine.

The rat smiled and rubbed the deer's cock for a moment before turning the machine on. Arms separated themselves from the pylon and started to turn around the deer, covering him with a really strong wrap. "The mummification machine. For small sized furs, we do it by hands, but most furs are dealt with by this machine. It covers them from their neck down to their toes really tightly and quickly."This way they can hang around and stay out of trouble."

The machine was finishing its work, the deer being tied up helplessly with a special hanging support inserted between the victim's shoulders. This support kept him in place while the machine started to lift him up . A weight hidden at the bottom of the mummy forced its feet down while securing them so the bottom of the mummy was a ^ reversed, something not made to stand on it. The deer was then hung on a rail and slid forward to another place. Only one part outside of his head was left to see : his groin. (http://www.sofurry.com/view/634781) Loupy looked at the deer that was hovering over the table, hanging like a costume on a drieter and the rat came and expertly slid a chastity belt in place. The deer's cock had been hard from the rat's touch and all the kinky excitement and the staff member enjoyed forcing it inside the tight chastity belt, smiling at the deer's pain. Once it was locked, a diaper was slide in place and taped up. Then the rail took him away, but the pups followed as the tour continued.

The rail took the poor deer to a storage area. Twenty furs were so hanging from rails in this room, all wrapped up and diapered up like "Plushie number 73584." A hyena was operating there, inspecting the wrappings and the diaper states, but didn't change any of them. One could guess that unless they were leaking he had no reason to. He crossed the lynx's gaze and nodded, taking down the deer to put him on a table. His head and feet were off the side of the table, but the staff didn't care and put the straps around him anyway. The gang was curious about what was going to happen, but didn't ask. Bothering Sylkis was tantamount to danger, but asking Catherine was asking to disappear in one of those cages.

The deer was on his tummy, and the hyena slid out the front part of his gag, revealing a O ring that kept his muzzle from closing. "Let me go... let me go pleassseee..." he said before the hyena forced his cock inside. "I can't let you go, Plushie number 73584. If I did I would end in your place." answered the rapist as he humped his cock in and out of his victim's mouth. "You should suck. You'll have to do it a lot in your new job and the quicker I get done with you the quicker you can rest hanging with the others meats." Then he thrust in and out, fast and rough , the pups deciding to look away while the deer just cried and sobbed.

"We quickly teach our new arrivals about their new position. The first months are really important into breaking slaves, and we usually give them the worst assignment possible to ensure obedience. Once they have learned that doing what we tell them means a better life, they can have better jobs. Many have no such luck and stay as furniture or animals for years. Others, well trained, move up in the slave hierarchy in a few weeks." Catherine winked to Sylkis who knew perfectly what she was referring to.

The rail started moving and took one of the mummies toward the next room. "Let's see what happens in the next room, shall we ?" said Catherine. The next room was actually another building, connected to the admission area by a tunnel entirely made of glass so you could see the outside. The rail kept dragging the poor mummified Panda toward the next building while the pack followed the dragon and the lynx in silence. They finally ended in a place that looked like a hospital : tile floors and walls** ,**the smell of medicine, and everything was white. There was a feeling of cleanness all around.

But Loupy and Marcus quickly caught on to the details that differentiated this place from a real veterinarian's office. Despite the scent of medicine all around, they were also a clear scent of dried cum, many bondage restraints and supplies everywhere ,** right along with the real medical gear. Medical gear for anthros instead of just ferals, since this Vet's office not only worked on the feral animals of the zoo but all the slaves as well ***.* What was used only for ferals was clearly set in the most remote part of the small building, it seemed like everything else was seeing much more use.

The mummy was carried on the rail to a waiting area while a fox dressed as a doctor came over to it. He looked at the tag and checked his tablet to see what it was before turning to give a look to the group of non-mummified new arrivals.

"Welcome, welcome." he said with a giant smile, getting closer. His lab coat was mostly clean, but you could see some dry cum near his groin. His trousers were still open, letting everyone see his undies and his cock. He was a yellow fox. Not lemon yellow, but more like a fennec in color, and the same size as Catherine. He was much smaller than Sylkis but he didn't seem to mind at all. ( https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=199187) "I'm doctor Fox. Not really original, I will agree, and there are other Foxes in the zoo , but there's no relation, I can assure you. **I'm the veterinarian for this shift and I'm glad to see new faces around here that aren't slaves," he said as he started to pet all of the cubs' heads. "I take it you are here to learn a bit more about the vet's office of the zoo ? We are a really important part of the park, even if people tend to not see us quite so** often."

He started to walk toward one of the many desks. "Our first mission is to ensure the health of every slave in the zoo. It is a time consuming job with all the species, ages, genders and the body modifications they can have. Despite rumors of euthanasia, a sick slave is fully cared for until the end of his contract. If his condition makes it impossible to work, he has sick days and a place in the barn behind the building. If he cannot work his current job anymore, another one is found for him. We DO care about our slaves." he said, looking at Catherine. Both crossed gazes and it was like electricity was crackling in the air.

"So let's move to Plushie number 73580." The fox led the group to the hanging panda. "Panda, female, age 43. Worked as a preschool teacher all her life, sold herself to slavery last week to pay the bills for her husband. He has a cancer but 5 or 10 years of treatment will remove all of it according to the doctors. So, miss panda. Sorry to call you by your species name, but I am not allowed to use any other name than Plushie number 73580 to refer to you until you get promoted to a class C slave. Though, I realize it's so dehumanizing . Now then, miss panda, you understand the rules of your slavery contract and the fact that any attempt to escape will cut all funding to your husband, right ?" asked the fox.

The panda nodded. "As such, I don't have to read to you all the rules of your contract and I can release you from your bonds, assuming you don't do anything I haven't given you permission to do." With a nod of the head from the ursine, the veterinarian removed the gag and cut down the straps that had been keeping her helpless. She blushed, embarrassed to be wearing only a diaper in front of a group of school boys.

"And ..." she said shyly, pointing to the padding. "The diaper? I'm sorry it's going to stay here. Only class A and some class B slaves are allowed to wear anything else. We have strict regulations about this. Our partnership with the Pawpers Corporation has been struck by the owner of the zoo, whoever he is," answered the fox, unhappy that he didn't know the owner.

Catherine subtly looked over at Loupy when the doctor said that. "For the clothing, I know it's a bit cold in this office and you're probably not used to being seen nearly naked, but again that's regulations. Clothing is only given if your job requires it, and since you don't have one yet... Well, you get the picture, but relax miss. Try to forget about those little pups and focus on me. I'm a doctor. You'll be seen like this each and every day while you're here." His voice was caring, and his movements helped the lady get over the humiliation she was going through. Sylkis and Catherine clearly showed their disdain of this attitude.

He took her on a gynecologist chair and let her get herself situated. Sylkis pushed the pups forward so they wouldn't miss a second of the fun, despite their clear lack of interest. "I'll start the procedure," said the doctor. It won't always be pleasant, and you'll be humiliated and yiffed against your will throughout it. But that, sadly, is part of your new life." "It's ok doctor. I knew it was going to happen when I signed it up," answered the panda as the fox started to strap her into the chair. The straps were clearly designed to keep even the strongest furs helpless in the chair. The doctor looked over the weight and size of the panda, and then struck up a conversation. "So you are sterile, you adopted a cub that is now an adult and working?"

"Yes, his name is Pandr. I hope he never comes to see me here." she answered. "You should use the diaper before I get to your diaper area. You have some time before that just thought I'd warn you," he said before starting a complete check-up on her. He checked her ears, eyes, muscles, reflexes and so on, before grabbing her ear and tattooing it, forever adding her to the zoo roster even after she had been freed. Next were a localization chip and a soothing pat on the head. "Good girl. Keep being this nice and I won't have to put a shock collar on you. And I see you used your diaper, that's great," he cooed as he removed the diaper and expertly cleaned the diaper area.

The doctor then inspected her genitals, measuring, checking, and probing. "I'm sorry, but the next tests aren't going to be pleasant," he said, starting to lube her two holes The panda was blushing in shame, knowing what was about to happen. All the pups knew too; slaves are meant to be yiffed. Two plugs were slid out of the side of the chair, and the doctor lubed them carefully. The panda bit her lip. She wanted to say "no," but she looked at Catherine and knew that doing so would only get her into trouble and likely Mr. Fox too.

Lihua Dai, as the panda was known before becoming a slave, looked at the two toys. They weren't as big as her husband's member, but she'd never had things in both holes at the same time. She watched as the fox fastened the toys onto the arm of a piston-powered machine that was aiming directly at her two holes. She braced herself as the machines started to do their job. The artificial cocks probed her, wriggling inside her as the machine constantly changed the rhythm, speed, and angle while the doctor looked at a screen.

"This machine will test your holes for many uses. It can simulate a large selection of cocks, different sizes, species, and so on. It can't recreate everything, but it'll give us a first look at your abilities," he explained. He remained analytic, his cock not reacting to the spectacle at all. "From the look of it, you are pretty inexperienced in sexual matters, but that's not much a surprise."

As the doctor continued to observe the panda's holes, Marcus noticed a camera was set to record every detail as the yiffing machine continued working. "Ok, miss Panda. I'm going to start the next phase of the examination and you aren't going to like it. Do you want a gag?" he asked. "What are you going to do, doctor?" she asked. "I prefer not to say, it'll make it easier on you, but I would recommend the gag," answered the fox, pushing buttons on a strange machine that made a quiet hissing sound.

"Ok Doctor Fox, I trust you," said the Panda. The fox sighed; he hated the next part, but inserted the gag anyway, before adjusting the chair so he could reach her butt cheeks. He injected a small local painkiller before taking something out of the hissing machine. It was a branding iron. He quickly and carefully pressed it against the panda's bottom, pulling it back quickly. The slave was clearly in a lot of pain despite the local painkiller. The fox petted and hugged the panda, saying soft words to ease her suffering while he cleaned the fresh new brand on the woman's buttocks and put a bandage over it.

"I'm sorry, but it's a mandatory procedure. I now have to move to the oral exam," said the fox, removing the panda's gag. The fox started to set out a collection of toys before inserting a locking plug in her ass and locking her into a chastity belt with a dildo attachment. The poor miss didn't react much despite the thick steel sex toy trapped in her vagina, still in disbelief at the pain she had endured. Once the veterinarian was done locking the toys in, he pushed buttons to make the chair adjust itself so that he could diaper the panda. He slides a thick diaper under her bottom and then carefully added some powder.

"After the oral exam, we will have something nice for a change, and we will need the help of one of those adorable pups over there," said the doctor, releasing the panda once the diaper change was complete. He didn't force her out of the chair like many of his colleagues would have, but waited for her to feel ready. Once she was standing up and finally aware of the situation, the doctor pulled his cock out of his pants. (https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=33792&page=13 ) "I'm sorry that you have to do this," he said. Lihua blushed and sighed. She knew this would happen, but she hoped her son and husband would never have to see it, despite knowing everything was recorded. She put herself on all fours and started to suck slowly on the cock. The fox noted that what she was doing her job, trying to keep it really professional. Catherine started to get really irritated , watching as the doctor gave the panda a passing grade despite her obvious lack of experience. The lynx approached the couple, grabbing the panda's ears and forcing her to take the fox's throbbing member deeper and faster but presenting here like fake kindness. "Here, this is now you need to do it if you want to not be punished outside of this office. Mister Fox is too kind to be harsh on you but if you don't wanna be in painfor the years to come, you better learn the tricks fast." Mr. Fox was upset.

"Please, Miss Puce, let me handle the problem my way. But you still have a point." He said. The lynx backed down, but nevertheless her action made Lihua try harder and she quickly got the doctor off. The panda had a grimace of disgust on her face and looked around for a sink, but she saw Catherine shaking her finger.

"You have to swallow," said Mr. Fox. "I'm sorry." The panda swallowed it and stood shy, confused and humiliated near the veterinarian while he put his cock back in his pants. "You'll like this next part much more," continued the doctor. "I'm going to approve you for a teaching job for the zoo, working with kids and people who are treated like kids. Though, I'll need to see your diaper changing skills." The doc smiled and the panda did too.

"For that I'm going to enlist the help of one of those little cuties, " said the doctor, pointing to the pups. Marcus and Loupy had experience with being changed in public, but the black Florida wolf didn't want to go through that again. Instead, he pushed little Pilou forward. The youngest of the wolves blushed. Suddenly realizing he was the center of attention, he wet himself right in front of everyone as he tried to back away.

"So here we have our lucky winner," said the fox, coming and taking the little wolf by his paw. "Come see the nice panda, would you?" Lihua knelt down, making soft movements to look as friendly as she could. Tugging a bit on his skirt, Pilou came forward. Once he got close enough, she hugged him nicely. "So, little girl, what is your name?" asked the caretaker. "My name is Pilou, miss Panda," he answered. "So, cutie pie Pilou, should we change your nappy?" she asked carrying him in her warm arms. "Yes, ma'am Panda," he said, blushing deeply.

"Don't be embarrassed, all your friends are in diapers too," she said as she kissed him on the front of his diaper. "Even I'm diapered," she continued, blushing along with the little wolf as she said this. She finally put Pilou on the changing mat, and left the restraints off. The panda blew a raspberry on the pup's tummy before lifting his skirt and opening the padding. She whistled a lullaby as she removed the diaper, cleaning him before sliding a new diaper under his bottom. She taped up the diaper before kissing the young canine under the chin, making him giggle.

"If I had other diapers, I would have put them on you, princess Pilou. This diaper with handcuffs and collars does not fit the sweet pup you are," said miss Dai before putting the pup down on the floor. "You are so adorable, now scamper off to stand with your friends." "I see you are good with diapering kids," said Doctor Fox. "Since everything seems in order, I'll send my recommendation for a teaching position," said the Fox , resulting in an irritated Catherine leading the group out as the doctor was explaining things to the panda.

She and Sylkis started whispered things to each other before Catherine pointed out to a wide-open, green space on the other side of the building. The pups toddled behind them until they reached the next area of the zoo, the training area. It was a huge place, divided into many parts , and clearly separated from the rest of the zoo. Huge walls topped with barbed wire , towers with guards at multiple positions , and heavy doors like you'd see in a prison. There were many security guards, and even machines, to ensure that no one got out without due authorization. A sign at the entrance said , "Training yards: Zone 1 - Dog training yards, Zone 2 - Horse training yards, Zone 3 - Miscellaneous animals training yards, Zone 4 - Pound. All slaves are to be trained under animal treatment regulations."

The guards looked at the pups as though the fact they were leashed but not crawling was a problem. But then they noticed the school uniforms and the dangerous taskmistress leading them, and they didn't say a word. As the group entered the building, which had walls inside to separate the zones, Catherine began to explain where they were.

"As you know, the zoo displays thousands of animals. Many hundreds among them are furs like you being dressed as feral animals and forced to act as such. This is where we train them," said Catherine, motioning all around with her hand. "Once they have been assigned as an animal, they get processed and put into a costume at the Gallery that we will be seeing next, before being brought here. Here, they are trained daily until we find their acting good enough for the zoo. Since we have many canines and equines, which are hot-sellers, the facilities for training them are the biggest around. Many animals don't require much training to be played by our slaves, like the bear and deer, but still we ensure those selected for such positions do it accordingly to zoo standards," said the lynx as she started to head toward the dog training area.

The place was indeed huge, separated into a few distinct training areas. All the areas looked the same for the most part and were separated by dog cages. "We separate groups of furs for training. Most often by the species they will be playing, but not always. It's mostly so trainers don't have too many slaves under their supervision at once."

A hyena dressed in english-styled equestrian clothes was saying her goodbyes to a crocodile dressed as an Australian outback outrider. He had an Australian slouch hat, a multi-pocketed vest, which, like his hat and pants, was a sandy color, and finally a gold whistle and a nice whip to round out the outfit. But as the group got closer, they noticed the crocodile had scaly breasts. Also, much like all crocodile, she had a nice plump belly, and short squat legs but the muscles were visible under the blue-green scales; there was no doubt that she could catch up on a slave running on fours easily. Her slit yellow eyes looked at the group of school sissies coming forward, sizing them like Catherine did before. She smiled, showing her huge mouth with more teeth that all the pups' combined.

"You bringing me new recruits, Cath?" said the Crocodile as the group got close. "They sure look tasty. They would fare a good price once trained." "As much as I would like to leave them to you, Mazumba, they aren't zoo property. It's the Saint Fur school annual visit to the zoo, and Sylkis asked if she could bring her group into the Staff area," answered Catherine, before shaking hands with the female scaly. Sylkis did the same, before the crocodile came over to the pups and started to grab them one by one. Once she had her paw on their head, she forced them to turn, looked under their skirt, checked their paws, and even forced them to open their muzzle to check their teeth.

"How disappointing, they are good merchandise," she said before moving to the last, Marcus. "So, you're the alpha of this bunch of sissies?" asked Mazumba, but it was clearly rhetorical. The scaled beast started down, judging the pup, but just as she was about to leave the wet-diapered sissy alone, she sniffed him, making contact muzzle to muzzle. "You're Fifi's runt, right?" Marcus nodded, feeling the humidity of his diaper at the moment.

"I'll be sure to have you sent to me for a weekend. I want a piece of your sissy diapered bottom before she gets you too broken in," she said as she grabbed Marcus' chastity belt through his diaper and gave it a tug. Unsurprisingly, the young wolf gave a pained moaned in reaction. "So, you want me to show these pups the ropes, so to speak, about what we do here?" asked the dog trainer. "Indeed. Dog pets are our number 1 product when it come to trained slaves after all," answered Catherine. "I see. Then I'll pick a volunteer and show you a little tour of the facilities," said Mazumba. "Be my guest," said Sylkis, rubbing her paws. She liked where this was headed as the scaled beast grabbed Remy by his collar and dragged him toward some cages and boxes of supplies.

"I didn't like the fact you are not dressed like your schoolmates," said Mazumba. "But I'm the oldest. I'm in the next grade, not their class, and I didn't get sent as a sissy," said the struggling dog. "I see a diaper and it is wet, to me you're just another baby pup," said Mazumba. "I wore a diaper only because I'm forced to. I don't need them," he whimpered. Though, really he was wetting his padding in fear.

"Stop barking, bitch. It'll only take one hour, and if you are good, you'll be allowed to go back to your friends," she said with a predatory grin. "And if I'm not good...?" asked Remy with a gulp. "I have a spare cage in the kennel. I'm sure no-one will tell if I was to take you for myself, will they?" asked Mazumba. Everyone shook their head as the crocodile gazed over at the group.

"So we got an arrangement. You are a good puppy for one hour and you may return home. If you aren't, you'll stay in for more training."

Remy whimpered and wet himself again, shyly agreeing to the terms. She started to strip the dog without concern for his clothes, which got a bit dirty in the process, until the canine was down to just his diaper. "Here we train furries to be feral dogs. To do so, we have to make sure they understand they are dogs. First step is to limit their movements," said the crocodile as he picked up a set of restraints and approached the trembling pup. "These restraints would normally be hidden underneath one of our dog costumes, but we don't have time to find a fitting costume for this bitch today."

The little pup was quickly buckled into a harness before the crocodile started explaining again. "So you see, here you have paw mittens. It makes all the slave's fingers useless and also allows for long term crawling thanks to the padding inside." Mazumba showed the paws around to the others pups so they could touch them and feel how realistic and soft they were before she continued, "We put these paw mitts on all the pups and lock them on tight. One for each paw, so that's how many mitts?" she asked, looking at the group.

"Four?" said Loupy shyly. "Yep, four," replied Mazumba, speaking to the rest of the group while she put the third and fourth mitts over Remy's paws. "But that's not all. You also have to limit their movements; restricting their paws isn't enough." Mazumba put her hands on her hips and glared down at Remy before issuing the first command. "Down on all fours, bitch! Keep being good and you may leave here at the end of the demonstration." The crocodile's grin wasn't totally convincing, but still Remy obeyed. What other choice did he have? ( https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=196947) Mazumba started to strap Remy into a set of leather restraints that were connected by metal braces. Once he got the straps cinched up nice and tight, she began narrating to the group once again. "As you see, these will limit the range of motion of the wearer, ensuring it acts like a proper animal," she said, as she moved toward the pup's legs. "We make many of our dog slaves walk on their knees by putting fake paws on their knees and strapping their feet to their butts. Though, as you see, I put the paws on his feet so he can crawl on his knees with his feet behind."

The scaly beast picked up more leather cuffs and continued to restraining the poor pup as she continued explaining the process to the class. "These have the same kind of braces, but I have to ensure there are kneepads in place for long-term crawling," she said, pointing to a pair of sturdy kneepads before locking all the braces to the harness. "Try moving around," she continued, "every direction you can think of."

Remy did as told, finding he couldn't stand up and that his possibilities were very very limited. Mazumba wasn't surprised, continuing with the lecture as planned. "As I said, for a better effect, a dog costume is put over the restraints." She turned to look at Marcus, "I have a lovely french poodle costume in stock for you. With our large selection of sizes and a little bit of time, I should be able to find one fitting for our week-end together."

She then returned to Remy, who was whimpering at the limitations he was forced to endure. The croc smiled and continued on.

"Many dog slaves, when they arrive, are foolish enough to insult the trainers or beg for freedom. So we have this," she said as she picked up a ball-gag and dog muzzle combo. "Open wide, bitch," she said with a smirk before shoving the gag into Remy's mouth and locking everything in place. "Now, try talking," said Mazumba. Remy seems to be trying to talk, but only feint barks got out past the gag. He made a disgusted face as he heard his own muffled voice.

"Those gags ensure you don't hear the constant whining of the slaves. Also, if they bark while the muzzle is set on "silent," the ball gag releases a really nasty liquid onto the tongue, teaching them to bark only on command. There is also a really tasty liquid to reward them, but for now, we're gonna keep it on "silent" mode," she said, crossing eyes with the pup before she got to the best part of the presentation. "Next accessory is a nice, thick plug, then a chastity belt. Though, it seems this pup came with his own."

"Since he is already chaste and plugged, we can skip ahead to training," said the crocodile as she picked up the leash connected to Remy's collar and led him toward the main training area. "We train them to do tricks, just like any other obedience school. We will even housebreak them if the customer requests in advance. Though, that's not a very common request. Many of our buyers prefer to handle that training themselves. We also train our pets to provide sexual pleasure as well. Not just for their owners either. Many of our patrons like to share their pets with their family, friends, or even a feral pet."

She walked over to a series of three planks, connected end to end. The center plank was raised to about 4 feet (1.2 m) above the ground, while the other two planks form ramps that lead up to and down from the center plank. Once she arrived at the large piece of training equipment, she began to explain what it was used for.

"Here we are proud to train our pets for obedience and quality. By the time our slaves graduate from training, they are trained better than any feral dog you'll ever see. As such, we give them agility training. Now, let's see this little bitch climb on those planks and get all the way to the end," said the dominant lady as she looked down at Remy.

The pup shyly started to climb onto the first plank. He was moving very slow, which wasn't good because Mazumba had taken a stopwatch out of her pocket and was keeping an eye on the time. Remy was doing his best, but the restraints made it really hard to move. He squirmed forward the best he could, nearly falling a few times. Naturally, the scaly trainer didn't seem too happy about this.

"Bitch, you better improve on the next run," she said, taking her whip off her belt and making it crack loudly in the air.

Remy squirmed as he nodded, rushing as fast as he could the second time across. Fear was indeed a good motivator.

Satisfied, the crocodile used her whip to point to the next obstacle on the course. It was a Teeter-totter, a see saw for dogs. Her angry gaze plus the fact she'd already started the stopwatch told Remy what he needed to know. He knew he'd better run fast if he ever wanted to get back on the bus home. The pup crawled as fast as he could, slowly and carefully climbing the obstacle, but he didn't have good balance with his restraints. He landed on his diapered butt with a cloud of babypowder, making the others laugh.

"Do it again," said the cruel taskmistress.

Remy whined, but didn't hesitate to get back on the see-saw. After a successful second try, he didn't even have time to take a break before being sent to the next obstacle. At his point, the trainer didn't even have to say a word anymore. She just moved toward the next construction, and Remy knew what he had to do. Suddenly, the evil twin felt he was the center of an unending joke. He crawled as fast as he could every time, wetting himself on the way, running through A-frame (two broad ramps forming a A), tunnels, and weave poles (something similar to a slalom).

Mazumba was never happy with his time, and he was getting used to the restraints a bit. He had seen a dog show with furries in such bondage performing as obediently as ferals dogs, but he hoped he would never have the opportunity to get that good. Finally, the trainer reached the end of the training area. Remy thought it was over, but then he saw something that made him go pale with fear, a series of jump obstacles.

The pup trembled as he looked at the series of jumps he was expected to perform. He was tired already, along with his saggy diaper and his restraints, there was no way he could jump all this. He was going to fail all of them. It would make his schoolmates laugh, but that wasn't the problem. The real problem would be the very angry crocodile lady with hundreds of really sharp teeth and a hobby of making feral pets out of cute little pups.

Remy suddenly regretted being such a pest. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have been separated from his twin and he wouldn't be in Sylkis' group. Though, it was too late to think about the past. He had no choice but to try his best, or he could end up as Mazumba's new dog.

Overcoming his fear, the young diapered student started to race and jump the best he could. Nonetheless, he didn't manage to make it through any of the obstacles; his head, diaper or paws were always getting in the way. It got a lot of laughs from the rest of the class, but he didn't pay any attention. He was completely focused as he tried over and over, never stopping, failing a jump, trying the next, and doing it all over again.

Mazumba stopped looking at the stopwatch a while ago. She was too giggling at all the failed attempts of her charge along with everyone else. When the pet finally gave up, too tired to make another attempt, she came near him and put a leash on him. "You failed. You know the price of failure, don't you ?" she said.

Remy gulped and nodded. He tried to beg for leniency, but only got out a few barks before being rewarded with the awful taste of the gag again. He went silent, knowing that his attempts as begging were futile.

"You're gonna stay in those restraints for a while longer time. Gonna make you get used to being a real pup," said Mazumba, before handing the leash to Loupy and giving the young wolf a stern order. "Keep walking him around for the rest of the day. Send the restraints back to me once he gets home, and let me warn you. If any of you take off any of these restraints other than his gag before that, I'll get my paws on him and take him home."

Mazumba leaned down and nuzzled Loupy as the boy took the leash from her. The young wolf wet himself in fear as he saw her tough scales and sharp teeth up close. "Have a good day," said the croc, waving bye to the students before taking Sylkis and Catherine to the other side of the obstacle course for a private discussion.

In the meantime, the pups started to tease their new pet. Remy whimpered and struggled in the restraints, but they never got any looser. He knew he'd be stuck like this until 8 pm. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable afternoon.

Done with their good byes, the adults came back and Sylkis leashed the pups. All of them but Remy, she'd let Loupy walk the new doggy. "If he wanders of, you'll be punished, harshly." said Sylkis, staring down at Loupy.

With that, the group was ready for the next stop, the horse training area. There were many horses around the zoo, and many could be seen dragging around carts that many customers used to travel around the zoo. The pups had seen the stables, so they knew about the heavy bondage costume, diapers and others toys the horses were fitted with. But they had an unhealthy curiosity and wanted to see how they were trained as well. So they followed quickly behind the two adults toward the second section. The pups knew they'd arrived, when Catherine and Sylkis stopped to greet the hyena they'd seen earlier with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, I'm Lady Hate," said the hyena, who wore an English equestrian outfit, complete with the golden buttons and the well-used riding crop. "I bet you are interested in how we train our horses around here. As I'm sure you've noticed, we use a lot of them in the zoo: horse carts, exhibits, shows, and even manual labor. As such, we need to have a good supply of well-trained horses, and it's my job to provide them."

She then started to explain how the horses were bound and diapered, very much like the doggies, and branded and so on, but pups already knew about that. Having seen it first hand in the stables.

"You have seen the dog training, so the horse training will be pretty straightforward to you. First, we make them run around the training area for hours and hours," she said, motioning toward what looked to be a wooden bunny sculpture. She undid a latch on the the top and opened the wooden shell to reveal the bunny furry trapped inside. The poor thing had toys in every hole as well as a wet diaper. The hyena then pushed a button, making machines come to life.

"Most of the new horses are unprepared for running over a long period of time on all fours, and while the carts have motors they still have to pull some weight. So we have to build their muscles. However, the new horses are often too busy trying to get free from their restraints to want to train properly. Punishments can work to keep them in line but we prefer to save the punishments for other... exercises," she continued. As she spoke, she closed the wooden bunny shell again, locking the furry back into place while she prepared what seemed to be a huge bottle of soup, complete with a big feeding nipple.

"So what better motivator than food? " she said as she set the over-sized baby bottle in the bunny's fake paws and whistled. "Hey horsies, lunch is ready. You know the rules. Take your places."

The bondage horsies took their places, sounding eager. "They haven't eaten since yesterday, so they must be really hungry. Shall we let them? Does one of you want to give the start?" asked the hyena, pointed to the start button with her riding crop. Marcus moved toward it, while the trainer beckoned the other students over to make sure they got a good view of the race.

The black Florida wolf pushed the button on the signal of the horse tamer, and the bunny started to rush around the training yard really fast. A few seconds later, the horses were free and quickly started chasing it as fast as they could in their bondage outfits. While this was going on, the hyena explained what was going on.

"As you see, the wooden bunny run all around the training yards like a mechanical bunny in a dog race, thanks to the engines propulsing it. But the bunny inside actually has something to do during the race. The machine will go faster and yiff her more and more the stronger she squirms and fight in her restraints. If the race last long enough, she may orgasm. She is quite motivated to make it as long as possible. The first horse who kisses the bunny's mouth, just over the feeding bottle, will get the bottle. The last one will get used as a toilet, locked in a diaper genie for the other horses' diapers. Everyone else will get an amount of food based on their results, but many will still be hungry. When they are well broken-in, we will feed them normally, but until then, they must be fully obedient if they hope to earn their share."

The horses raced the best he could, fighting each other every step on the way, but the bunny kept on going faster and faster.

Finally, the most experienced horse kissed the wooden bunny and the race ended. But the pups noticed the animated toy had slowed down a bit before the head roce touched it, making it likely that the bunny inside had reached orgasm and was distracted.

Lady Hate moved to feed the horses with their reward. "The bunny will be released once I'm done with the feeding. We put her in only for the races, no need to have cramped up in there for nothing." The horses were eager for their liquid diet, but after a day of activities and no food, anyone would be hungry.

The only unhappy one was the last. Disguised as a yellow pony covered with baby rattles, he started running around attempting to flee his fate. Lady Hate wasn't going to let that happen and took her remote and pushed a few buttons, and the horse's shock collar stopped him in his tracks.

"As I said, those horses aren't broken in yet. They tend to try to flee. Shock collars and other means of control ensure they know their place." said the hyena before picking up the horse with the help of some stable hand. He was then carried away to a big diaper genie.

The huge garbage tool was meant to keep inside the diapers of the entire training grounds for a couple of days, and look like a huge clown face. But when it was open you could see that they were two nets inside keeping the center of it without diapers by making three areas inside it. The well-trained farm hands quickly tied up the pony, released from the restraints forcing him on four only to be tied with his paws near his head and his legs spred to a sort of empty mattress. He squirmed madly and it seem he knew what was going to happen, but the gag muffled his screams as he was set between the nets in the middle of diapers.

After Lady Hate showed them this, they were sent on their way and moved to the last part of the training yards. Here they trained all the others animals from the zoo, but most of it were exactly the same as the previous training grounds except the animals were trained to do different tricks but used the same techniques. But the highlight of this last part was when the trainer made two bears in training throw Wylf in the air, playing catch with the young pup until he has been thrown 35 times.

Now, they had to see the rest of the staff area.