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Alicia blinked groggily, her eyes opening to utter darkness. Her mind was fuzzy, and the back of her head felt like she had been hit with a hammer. The husky mix rubbed at her eyes, and tried to think. She had been going to the doctor's office, a volunteer for an experimental procedure that would net her an easy ten grand. Several of her friends had recommended it as a quick cash infusion to aid her dwindling savings after graduation, and the internet seemed to back up their recommendations that it was a reputable research laboratory. The first two times had been some kind of brain scan thing while she performed various exercises and another of the same while she was "stimulated" at various points on her body with a variety of materials.

This time was shaping up to be much different. She remembered arriving and getting an injection of something, then... nothing. Tentative fingers probed the back of her skull as she levered herself into a sitting position. There was a small shaved patch, what felt like stitches, but she couldn't feel any other damage.

Had she gotten hurt somehow? And why was it so dark?

She felt around herself. The pads on palm and fingers traced over a smooth, slightly warm surface beneath her, slightly giving, like a gym mat. Gathering her legs beneath her, she reached out until she found the expected wall. She traced it, finding a corner. Alicia swiftly discovered that she was in a small cell of some sort, perhaps eight feet to a side. It seemed well-ventilated, at least; the air didn't feel stuffy. Still, she couldn't help the rising panic, the feeling of being trapped. She fluttered her hands toward her face, panting, and tried not to hyperventilate.

The moving air felt good against her whiskers and tongue, but she noticed that she could also feel it against her chest. Patting herself down, she realized that she was nude, not a stitch of clothing on her, not even her underwear! With a whimper, she hugged her knees to her chest, tail curled up between her legs, and began to cry quietly, rocking from side to side.

She was terrified. She just knew, just knew, that she was being shipped to New California to be sold as a slave. You heard stories about that kind of thing, but you never really believed them. Now she did. She very much believed it. And she couldn't help but believe the other stories she had heard as well: how they liked to torture bestials to death, the public rape racks, horrific body modifications turning people into things, the fur farms where they skinned you then healed you so they could skin you again, terrible genetic experiments...

The scent of urine hit her nose and she felt the wet warmth spreading beneath her, adding shame to her fear. As a Type III, she could be forgiven such lapses: they were humanoid but still more like their feral cousins than the more humanized IVs and Vs. It had taken her years to get the animalistic tendency under control; she had needed diapers until she was twelve due to her bladder's insistence on letting everyone know when she was excited or afraid. It wasn't abnormal, and most Type IIIs, canids especially, went through the same thing growing up, but it was morbidly embarrassing.

Naked, in the dark, hurt, and sitting in a rapidly cooling puddle, Alicia shivered and sobbed as quietly as she could. Then the lights suddenly came on.

It was bright and stung her eyes as she squinted to see. Unfortunately the walls of her container were mirrored. The ceiling appeared to be clear glass, letting in the light, with a softly whirring fan set into each corner, along with what was probably a speaker in the center.

"Ah, Alicia, glad to see you're awake at last," came a familiar voice.

"Doctor Hagen?" she inquired, incredulous. "What am I doing in here? What's happening? Please let me out! Don't sell me to New California! Please!" She was wailing piteously by the end, pawing at the walls of her cage.

"Seriously?" came the doctor's reply, completely dumbfounded. "Alicia, get a grip on yourself. Why the hell would I do a thing like that? You volunteered for this procedure. I'm not selling you to New California. Now pull yourself together so we can proceed with the demonstration..." His voice trailed off as he moved away from the microphone, grumbling about crazy females.

"But... but what am I doing in here? What was the procedure? Wh-what did you do to me?"

There was a moment's silence. Then Doctor Hagen repeated his earlier exclamation of disbelief. "Seriously, woman? Seriously? Did you not read anything before you signed up for this? Did you not read the waiver and release forms before you signed them?"

"N-not really," she admitted, sniffling and moving to sit with her knees against her chest again. "I j-j-just really needed the money..."

The silence stretched longer this time, and she could almost see him facepalming. "Well, then you're an idiot, and you're in for a hell of a surprise. Good job! You're probably not going to enjoy this."

The speaker gave a click of finality as it shut off, then clicked again. "Recognize voice authorization," the doctor said with an air of authority.

Alicia had no idea what he was talking about, and had no idea how to respond. Or thought she didn't. She heard herself quite clearly reply in slightly mechanical tones, "Voice authorization recognized."

"Stand at attention and don't speak unless spoken to. End command sequence."

"Executing command sequence," Alicia heard herself acknowledge.

Then found herself standing rigidly at attention with her lips firmly sealed, paws together and paw-hands by her side. Only her tail, eyes, and ears seemed to be under her control. The first tucked itself firmly between her legs once more, the second laid themselves flat to her skull, and the last grew wide with fear and surprise. She tried to move, to speak, to wiggle her toes, anything! She could lick her nose, which wasn't exactly helpful, and she could whine, which she readily indulged in, but which was also unhelpful. She was frozen, like a toy soldier or something.

What the hell had she signed up for? She had been under the impression that she was helping to test some kind of implant that would help patients with nerve damage and maybe even paralysis, along with various other possibilities. She hadn't really paid all that much attention...

She stood like that for several minutes, managing to convince her ears to perk up so that she could strain to hear anything beyond her cell. It seemed to have been soundproofed or something, though, because the only sounds she could hear were so heavily muffled as to be indeterminate. It seemed like forever before the speaker clicked again, turning back on.

"Okay, Alicia, we're ready to begin," Doctor Hagen advised her. "Now, I have a few questions for you, and I would appreciate it if you could answer them honestly, okay?"

"Please let me go," she begged him. "I don't want to do this any more. I want-"

"Recognize voice authorization," he cut in with a heavy sigh. After her acknowledgement, he continued, "You may only speak in response to a direct question and in answer to that question only. You will answer honestly. End command sequence."

"Executing command sequence," Alicia heard herself confirm.

"Now, we have your age down as twenty-three, breed is Siberian husky, Type III bestial, female, height at 5'4", weight of 160lbs. Is that all correct?"

"No, my weight is up to 165. It is otherwise correct." That wasn't at all what she had wanted to say, but that was what came out with clipped, mechanical precision, her own voice hijacked by the mad doctor and betraying her.

"Good. Now, you also disclosed that you are a virgin, and have not been bred. Is that also correct?"

"Yes, it is technically correct." Alicia's tail and ears tucked tightly as she burned with embarrassment. She had filled out their survey but had never thought they would force her to go over it. And now her traitor voice was being very honest.

"Only technically? Please explain."

"I am a virgin in that I have not had vaginal intercourse with a male. I have, however, performed fellatio, cunnilingus, and anal intercourse. I have also received cunnilingus, have been fingered, and have had a dildo vaginally inserted during lesbian intercourse."

"So... you've experimented, huh? Did you enjoy it?"

"I enjoy performing fellatio, and both performing and receiving cunnilingus. Anal intercourse was not disagreeable but not pleasurable. I was told it is an acquired taste. I enjoyed my lesbian encounters very much."

"Do you consider yourself a lesbian?"

Alicia doubted Dr. Hagen was still following the normal program and felt a trickle run down her leg as she was forced to answer. "I believe that I am probably a lesbian, but this causes me emotional distress."

"Why?"

Alicia wished she could melt through the floor. "I was brought up in the Church of the Pure Breed. The purpose of my existence is to find a canine mate and provide him with litters. A lesbian relationship would not fulfill this purpose. Also, my parents would likely disown me were I to reveal to them that I feel I am a lesbian for the same reasons. It causes me great distress to think of being kicked out of my family."

There was a long silence, then the doctor spoke again with real regret in his voice. "I'm really sorry about that, Alicia. I hope you're able to work things out. To continue, your medical disclosures state that you have no known genetic disorders, are not currently taking any medication, and do not currently have any illnesses. Is this correct?"

"Yes. I had a cold a week ago, but I'm better now."

"We also show that you've had all the standard vaccinations, correct?"

"Yes."

"Good. Recognize voice authorization."

"Voice authorization recognized."

"Rescind all previous command sequences. Begin new sequence. You may act normally, but you may not speak. You will respond to further questions with a nod for affirmative or shaking your head for a negative. End command sequence."

"Executing command sequence," Alicia acknowledged, then fell silent. The best she could do was to whine softly, so that was what she did, hugging her arms around herself.

"Alright, gentlemen, we'll open the floor. You're all registered as authorized users. Feel free to explore the possibilities, but please don't damage her."

Damage me?! Alicia thought, panicked. She rushed to a wall and began beating on it with her fist, wishing she could scream at Doctor Hagen to let her out.

"Hi Alicia," came a new voice, older and a bit rough. "Are you able to walk on your hands, like a handstand?" She shook her head no in response. "Recognize voice authorization." He waited for her to acknowledge before continuing. "I want you to walk across the room on your hands and back. End command sequence."

Even as she acknowledged, she was already executing. Amazed at herself, Alicia flipped up onto her hands, legs straight up in the air, and walked across the cell to the opposite wall and back before letting her paws back down onto the floor. She cocked her head to the side, looking down at her hands. How on earth had she done that? She had never been the acrobatic type.

"Recognize voice authorization," came another new voice, authoritative and not at all friendly sounding. "Sit down. Lean back and support yourself with one hand. Spread your legs wide, knees up. Masturbate yourself to orgasm. End command sequence."

Alicia shook her head vigorously in the negative, but her body began doing what she'd been told without her permission. She sat with her legs spread and her knees pulled up, hocks nearly tucked against her rump, her left hand extended back to support her. She very firmly thought at her hand not to move, but it insisted on reaching down to dip her forefinger into her spade-shaped sex, gathering a little moisture on the tip, then stroking upward to rub against her clit.

"Recognize voice authorization," the same male interrupted. "Move your tail out of the way, off to the side, and keep it there. End command sequence."

The husky girl couldn't help but whine louder, shaking her head yet again as her tail moved itself out of the way, leaving her plainly visible for those who were obviously watching. Her finger dipped down again, gently pressing inward, then slid back up, grinding her clit harder. Her hand pulled away, rising up toward her face. She knew what was coming, and tried to fight it, but her mouth opened and she sucked the taste of herself off of her finger, then licked the pad of her thumb.

Her hand returned to its teasing, her finger pressing all the way in, thumb vigorously grinding her sensitive bud. Her finger curled inside of her to stroke against her g-spot. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her tunnel clenching around the invading digit. Then it pulled out, her middle two fingers plunging in. Her hand began to vigorously finger-fuck her, fingers curling each time they withdrew to stroke over that little place inside that made her legs turn to jelly.

Despite herself, her wetness and pleasure swiftly built. She had gotten a lot of practice at college learning how to get herself, and other females, off in short order, and her traitorous hand was putting it to good use. She was still whining, but now it was anxious and needful. It wasn't a big one, but it was a welcome relief from the fear and shame, the waves of release washing over her, fingers tightly curled just past her entrance to simulate a small knot, her tunnel clenching and her legs trembling. It was almost like another girl had gotten her off instead of her own hand.

She panted softly as she came down, waiting for the next humiliation, unable to move from her splayed position. She didn't have to wait long.

"Let's see just how fine the controls are tuned, shall we?" came a surprise female speaker. Alicia had been working on the assumption that all of the participants were probably male considering the thus-far mostly perverted route this "experiment" had taken. "Alicia, are you currently in heat?"

Alicia shook her head in the negative.

"Have you been in heat within the last month?" She shook her head again. "Within the last two months?" Alicia nodded. "Good. Recognize voice authorization. Begin your estrus cycle. End command sequence."

What the hell? Alicia thought. She wasn't due for another cycle for four more months. That female must be crazy or something.

"This will take a few minutes," Dr. Hagen cut in. "Let's go ahead with another one. Anybody?"

"Sure, I'll try one," came yet another male voice. "Recognize voice authorization. Alicia, I want you to act like a feral domestic canine. Act like a puppy. End command sequence. Can we toss her, like, a chew toy or something?"

Alicia found herself on all fours, pacing around her cell, sniffing everything, tail wagging behind her like a happy puppy, though she was anything but. Like all Type IIIs, she had no problems walking on four paws. Her fingers were shorter and not as nimble as a humans, unlike the Type IVs and Vs, and her limbs were of proportionate size. It was, however, a social faux pas to do so in public, the next best thing to chasing cars or barking at the mailman, like if a human started acting like a monkey and hanging from trees.

A panel slid up in one wall, giving her a glimpse of brown loafers, then a rope toy was tossed into the cage. She pounced on it immediately, holding it down with her forepaws as she bit and tugged at it, her rump in the air, tail wagging furiously. She yanked it out from under her forepaws, and shook it like a rag doll, then tossed it across the cell so that she could run and pounce on it again. The panel slid up again, and a rubber ball and a bowl of water were pushed inside. She found herself lapping at the water, and wished she could just die instantly.

They left her to be a puppy for a long stretch of silence. She was so caught up in misery that she didn't even notice the change that had come over her body until she found herself laying on her side, one leg hiked into the air, and her nose buried beneath her tail as her tongue lapped vigorously at her spade. She was so shocked that her tongue actually stopped licking for a few seconds before resuming. She could taste the blood and feel the warmth in her stomach.

She was in heat!

"Ah, looks like it took hold. Now, Doctor, shall we proceed as discussed?"

"Certainly, so long as you agree to the additional fees."

"Of course. Recognize voice authorization. Rescind all previous order sequences. Begin new sequence. You will act as a feral domestic canine. You will remain in heat. Shortly, an actual feral domestic canine will be introduced into your cell. You will act favorably toward him, and you will allow him to mate with you several times to ensure successful breeding. End command sequence."

Correction. Now Alicia wanted to die. They had to be humans, whoever these people observing her were. No bestial could ever have given such a command. It was the worst of the worst, getting knocked up by a feral. She would be scorned by society, becoming a pariah to all, universally despised. It was worse than if a white and a black had been mated during the American Civil Rights era. She would only ever be able to work in the porn industry, or sell herself into slavery. No one would hire a female who had a litter of feral puppies! If they had just wanted someone to fuck a feral canine, they would have been better off getting a human or a feline or anyone else who couldn't get knocked up by one! Her life was utterly ruined...

She let herself sink into misery, trying to simply shut down and stop existing. It didn't work. And she soon found herself nose to nose with a feral husky who was very obviously male. He sniffed at her. She sniffed at him. Both of their noses naturally trailed down the body of the other. She found hers poking beneath him, where a red tip was already showing from his sheath, the scent of her heat already exciting him. She felt his tongue lapping at her. She tasted his musky pre as she licked at him.

Then he shuffled around behind her with no further preamble and mounted her. His hips thrust at the air as he tried to find his target, hunching toward her with each thrust. Then he caught against her spade and rammed himself forward. His cock shot into her, swiftly swelling as he pounded at her in short, lightning fast strokes. It filled her completely, stretching her more than any dildo had, hot and hard inside of her. She wept on the inside for her lost virginity, lost to a feral dog! But her body responded to the pounding she was taking.

Her walls gripped him tight, clenching each time his tapered tip rammed itself against her cervix. Her entrance gripped behind the knot that was already swelling to stretch her spade. Her hips bucked back against him. His knot grew and grew; she swore it must be the size of a softball. And as it grew, so did her pleasure. He kept pumping and pounding, rocking her body, locked tight inside of her by his swollen bulge, then she felt it. He kept on humping, but she could feel jets of feral spunk shooting into her. He stopped his thrusting after a minute or two, just resting on her back as he drained himself into her, then dismounted and stood butt-to-butt with her.

Half of her was devastated. The other half was highly annoyed and frustrated. She hadn't even cum! She had been so close. She could still feel the edges of orgasm just around the corner, and he was just standing there! Alicia considered it for only a moment. She had no power, no control of the situation: she was going to get knocked up by a feral dog. She could only make the best of the situation.

She began rocking back and forth, tugging at his knot, feeling his cock buck inside of her, clenching around him. Faster and faster, each tug sending a spike of pleasure through her. It took maybe a minute before she came, and it seemed to milk yet more watery spunk from her unwanted mate. She could feel him spurting hard again for several seconds before it fell off into a trickle once more.

She glanced around the room, panting softly, as she waited for his knot to deflate. Sometime during the breeding, another bowl with food in it had been pushed in beside the water bowl along with a large dog bed.

"Alright, Alicia, we'll end the session here," Dr. Hagen informed her over the intercom. "I'll be by a little later to take you both out for a walk, then you'll be sleeping here with Luke."

She let out a groan of disgust, but could say nothing. The lights dimmed, but didn't turn off. It took another twenty minutes for the dog, Luke apparently, to soften and pull out. He moved a few feet and plopped down to clean himself, not even sparing her a lick. Her body decided she should take care of it herself, and so she, too, curled up to lick herself clean.

She did more than that, though. The salty, musky taste offended her, but she licked long and hard, digging her tongue into her stretched sex to pull out as much as possible, hoping to avoid bearing his litter. It was still going to happen, but she could fight against it in this small way. Plus, she was able to lick herself into cumming again, which was a bonus. She had never licked herself before, despite being quite obviously capable of doing so. It was another of those animal tendencies that were so frowned upon. Now, though, well... when she got out of here, she'd definitely be curling up with herself for a few hours of privacy.

She came twice before Luke decided to join her, then coaxed her back onto her paws to mount her again. He had taken her four more times by the time Dr. Hagen returned. And, the final insult, he carried two leashes and two collars. Luke got a red one. Hers was pink.

Dr. Hagen took Luke first, probably not wanting to deal with two dogs at once, then came back for Alicia. Still under the influence of her last set of commands, she trotted along at the human scientist's side obediently. He led her through the main lab, which she hadn't seen before, a large room filled with monitors and computers and all kinds of things she didn't understand. Then they turned into the main hall. Luckily, it appeared that most people had gone home; she didn't see or hear anyone, and they didn't meet even a janitor on the way out.

She was thankful that he took her out to the back of the building where hopefully no one would see them. It was a sort of quad enclosed on three sides by the U-shaped building itself, with a sort of small woods backing the lot. Unable to stop herself from playing the part, she sniffed around, finding the spots where Luke had left his mark and added a dab of her own scent, then found a spot to relieve herself fully before sniffing around and finding a spot to take care of her other business. Hagen had brought a baggie with him, and cleaned up after her before leading her back to the cell.

Surprise, surprise, Luke was ready to go again, and she was forced to endure another round of his attentions. The only good thing was that he managed to make her cum; either he was getting better, or she was getting easier. Either way, it made the situation more bearable. He woke her up twice during the night to mate her again, and the second time, she just layed down with her rump stuck in the air and went back to sleep.

When Dr. Hagen arrived in the morning, it was to find them coupled yet again. He took them both out to do their business, refilled the food and water dishes, and spent an hour playing with them. Luke was obviously his dog, and she actually enjoyed playing with the two of them despite the situation. She could see that the doctor really loved Luke. The play period ended with him giving them both a thorough petting. Then he left the cell, and Luke was back to business.

It felt like the day must be half gone by the time the speaker clicked on. Alicia was just glad that Luke wasn't on her back when it did, though he was licking himself clean on the bed, and she was doing the same to herself, curled in a corner.

"Recognize voice authorization," Dr. Hagen commanded. "You may cease acting like a feral canine, Alicia. End command sequence."

"Oh, thank god!" the husky groaned, standing up to stretch toward the ceiling, hearing joints pop and enjoying the strain of her muscles. She heaved a sigh of relief and scratched herself all over before smoothing her fur. She still had the collar on, but it didn't bother her quite so much after being a feral dog's bitch all night long.

"I hate you," she grumbled. "I can't believe you made me do that."

"Well, first off, I wasn't the one that made you do that," he corrected her over the intercom. "Secondly, you signed up for this. Thirdly, you're getting paid rather well for it. Lastly, you need a serious attitude adjustment. Or would you rather I put you back the way you were just a minute ago?"

"No, please..." she whined, hugging herself and tucking her ears and tail.

"Seriously, Alicia... It's not like I'm torturing you or anything. It stated quite clearly in the contract what could happen during this experiment. If you had cared to read it instead of just looking for the dollar signs, you wouldn't be in this mess. Now, if you promise to behave, I won't enforce a no speaking command."

"I'll behave, I promise!" She nodded vigorously to reinforce her agreement.

"Alright. And keep going with Luke. We want to make good and sure you're impregnated." The speaker clicked off, then back on. "And by the way, if you were paying attention yesterday, that additional fee? It's another 50 grand up front. Also, she has to take care of any medical costs incurred during and caused by the pregnancy, along with adequate food and housing for you. And another five grand for each male puppy you deliver, or seven for females." The speaker shut off again. The clicked back on almost immediately. "You really should read things before you sign them."

The speaker clicked off with finality, and she was left to her own devices. She suddenly felt much less like a tortured victim. The ten thousand dollars she had been expecting would have been put toward rent and food for the next few months while she continued to look for a decent paying job. Unfortunately, a Bachelor's in Fine Arts wasn't good for much. One night of discomfort, and now she had nothing to worry about, and could even buy a car, cash in hand. She could take all the time she needed to find just the right job, so long as she was frugal.

But... wait, she didn't actually have to pay for... anything. Hadn't Dr. Hagen just said the lady who did this would have to pay for it all? Well, for the next three months or so, at least, until Alicia had the puppies. And then she'd get even more money per pup. If she kept the litter, if she had them... If this wasn't all a big lie. But she didn't think Dr. Hagen had been lying. Alicia really should have read those papers...

Luke interrupted her by sniffing beneath her tail and giving her some eager licks, whining up at her. She considered shooing him away, now that she was no longer under the compulsion. Then she thought about just how very much money she was getting. Well... at least she was a well-paid dog whore... She heaved a sigh and dropped to all fours, lifting her tail and flagging it to the side.

It was another half an hour before the speaker clicked on again. Alicia had tired Luke out playing tug of war, and he was sleeping on the dog bed, so she hopefully wouldn't have to deal with him trying to mount her in front of an audience again.

"Alright, Alicia," Dr. Hagen began. "So, one of the investors would like to speak with you. I'm sure you know which one. Will you listen to the offer?"

"There's not much she could say to make my life any worse at this point," the husky replied grumpily. "Fine, whatever."

"Young lady, you should try to sound more grateful," the female voice advised her. "The second gentleman yesterday was a brothel owner from New California. He offered our good doctor here two million dollars to turn you over. You're quite lucky that he's such an upstanding citizen. I've met a few males that would have stuffed you in a box and shipped you off for a fraction of that."

Alicia's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and she nodded fearfully.

"I'd like to make you an offer of a permanent position with my firm. We breed and train dogs for the police, the military, rescue organizations, and as service animals. Some dogs are excellent for this already, but smarter is always better. By breeding ferals to bestials, we are able to both increase intelligence and extend their working lifespan, not to mention filtering out most of the genetic defects inherent to so many breeds. It also allows our clients to avoid the many hassles and medical expenses that are typically encountered when employing Type I bestials in these roles. My interest in this experiment was to determine if Dr. Hagen's claims were true that the estrus cycle could be started by his implant. It is a much more healthy and efficient means of doing so than drugs. We like our breeders to have at least three litters a year, which isn't possible without chemical assistance. In two days, we should be able to confirm your pregnancy and validate his claims.

"The position would be an easy one. We provide free private employee housing and free medical coverage for the duration of your employment, with the understandable exclusion of any cosmetic operations. Complete dental and vision coverage for a small deduction to your salary. We have an on-campus cafeteria with delivery service to cover your nutritional needs and several fitness centers to keep you in good shape. The pay is fifty thousand per breeding, with a bonus per pup, females being more highly valued. Along with your obvious duty toward ensuring a healthy litter, your only other responsibility would be discretion. We have a full non-disclosure agreement. Otherwise, your time and your lifestyle is yours to do with as you please. Oh, yes, also, since we use fertility treatments to increase litter size along with the upscaled breeding cycle, we also provide clone ovaries free of charge.

"Would you be interested in such a position?"

Alicia's jaw had dropped half way through the offer. Disgust warred with avarice. She'd never heard of such a thing: a company that made money from bestial/feral couplings. It made an odd sort of sense, but she could hardly believe that any female would willingly do such a thing. Of course, with the kind of money they were offering... Well, there had to be a reason they were offering so much, and that reason was probably that the business was extremely profitable. Free almost everything, plenty of cash to pad her bank account, her needs taken care of... There didn't really seem to be a reason to say no aside from the social stigma, which she could easily avoid just by keeping her mouth shut.

"I... D-do... Are there other... um... like me...?" she trailed off, unable to complete the question, but the voice understood.

"Yes, we have half a dozen lesbians in our employ, and they are all quite happy with the compensation they receive for their services. I'd be happy to introduce you to them, if you'd like."

"I... I think I... Y-yes. Yes, I want the job."

"Excellent. I think we can dispense with secrecy at this point."

Dr. Hagen opened the door, and let her out, Luke pushing past her to jump up on his master. The husky fem stepped out into the main room and was surprised to find herself faced with a very pregnant German shepherd female, a Type III like herself from the lack of breasts on her chest. The female extended her hand, and Alicia shook it.

"My name is Dana Stormshroud," the husky's new boss introduced herself, "and I'm not just the president: I'm a breeder." She gave Alicia a wink and a grin. "So, I'm given to understand that you weren't exactly aware of what you had gotten yourself into when you volunteered for this procedure. I do hope you'll give your contract a thorough reading before you sign it."

"Yes," the husky emphatically agreed. "I will definitely read it very, very thoroughly. I'm never making that mistake again."

Then she felt Luke sniffing beneath her tail again. She heaved a sigh and started to get down, but Dana stopped her. "Only if you want to. We can be reasonably certain you've been impregnated by this point if you're actually in heat and not just experiencing the symptoms."

After a moment's hesitation while Luke whined and tried to climb her back, the husky settled herself the rest of the way down. "Might as well get used to my new position."

Two days later, tests confirmed that Alicia was pregnant. She spent several long hours reading over the contract and non-disclosure agreement from Dana.