Breeding centre…

The locale changes, you are now in a high security breeding centre and your master is now no longer your master but a male breeder… your mate… and you are distractedly in heat… why else would you be here? Chad the dumb mutt is till much larger and imposing than you but as he tries to undo the changes but as an anthro he discovers that he too is not overly bright as he struggles and fails to comprehend the app. “Ris is brad, rery rery brad…” then his ears perk up as he catches your scent and he forgets about the app as biological imperatives overrule his thoughts. He is a stud and you are here to be bred. Your eyes widen as your realise just how fucked you are… or more precisely how fucked you will be. You move towards him and circle slowly so you can take in his scent. He takes in yours, inhaling the bouquet of your ripely fertile sex. Your heartbeat quickens as you realise in moments you are going to be fucked doggy style like a little bitch… and Chad is very bad…