Feeding time

Sweaty and coated in all kinds of bodily juices, I lay on the floor and panted heavily. From time to time I'd gulp down some remnants of cum, sometimes globs of spit. For some reason I was salivating more than usual. The thought of that drew my attention to other changes, such as how much my asshole reacted to getting dry-humped. Clearly my body was changing in ways I didn't fully understand, but it worried me of how little control I really had over my instincts and urges. In that moment of deep thought, if you could even call it that, my attention was turned to the other cages.

Their howls and grunts were fairly violent, and it was clear that they were either fucking or getting fucked. Their moans echoed through the entire building. I looked over to Ribbon and noticed how peaceful she looked as she lay in her doggie-bed curled up. She must have been here quite a long time to get used to all those sounds. Bodies slapping against each other, wet slurps and licks, rough fucking and in the midst of it all were the howls and grunts. Had these savage fuck-puppies ever been people? I certainly hadn't, of course I'd never been one, but I'd heard from Daddy that some ****-puppies were brought from outside the districts. Whatever that mean't. I was a bit fuzzy on the details of my past, but surely it was nothing but a good ole time playing with cock toys and serving Master and Daddy.

In the distance I heard steps coming from, somewhere? I wasn't entirely sure but I got excited at the prospect of meeting whoever it was. Could it have been Daddy? Or Master? Immediately my ass began to wiggle and my pants increased. What if they were here to pick me up?! The steps stopped, but not outside our pen. I heard a pen door open, and a voice speak out about, *Gasp* a feeding? The steps got closer and closer, only to enter pen after pen until I saw who it was. No one I recognized, but she was carrying a big bag. Our door opened and in she walked, she smelled good! I was already on her in seconds, stuffing my nose into her crotch and nuzzled against her hand.

"Oh right, you're the newbie. Time for a demonstration then.." She sounded slightly frustrated

She walked over to two bowls that stood in one corner of the pen, which I hadn't noticed were even there. On one it read, "Ribbon", but the other was blank. Some dry food was poured in to one, but she didn't pour anything in to the other one yet. On her back was a bag that hung around her shoulders. From it she pulled a bottle and poured its contents into the other bowl. Water. But where was my meal?

"Right, so uuuh..." She bent down and looked at the tag that hung on the front of my collar, "Fanny, huh, stupid name. Well, according to protocol you're going to have to earn your meal. Like a real bottom beta bitch, you have to depend on others. That means you take what you get. Oh, aaand that means your bowl acts as a piss bucket as well." She read from a little note in her hand. "Hrm, well, a meal is a meal I guess?"

From her bag she pulled out only one bowl, decently sized. Written on it was, "Beta Bitch" in pink letters. As she put it down I crawled towards it and sniffed it. It was dirty, I probably wasn't the first one to use it, and probably not the last either. Behind me I heard the door close. I looked back as the woman walked away.

I looked at my bowl once more. Ribbon was already eating her fill and gulping down the water. Lucky enough I'd already drained that studs balls of cum. I was filled to the brim.