He pieces the story together, and forms a plan to keep you compliant...

Your Master is quiet for a while, though you dare not look behind you, or even lift your head from your food bowl. You hear him tapping away on the device, the device that still means something to you, though you're not bright or poorly-behaved enough to know what, exactly.

Eventually, the throbbing member clogging your snatch is withdrawn, and despite yourself, you whimper at the sudden sensation, though mercifully your Master doesn't seem to care. You don't lower your hind-quarters yet, afraid of reprisal, but simply shiver, as your gaping hole begins to get chilly.

"Roll over."

You don't even need to think about obeying. You roll onto your back, your rear legs spread apart, and your front paws (which, admittedly, are somewhere between hands and paws, though the details is meaningless to you) drawn up to your chest-fur, meekly. Your ears droop down the sides of your head again, and your tail retreats between your legs, sheltering your crotch, at least for now. Your Master looks... Pleased? Amused? You're not really sure what that face means on a human. It doesn't make you feel safer, somehow.

"I guess I was wrong. Maybe you're a 'good girl' after all... Not for any special reason. Maybe you were just too dim to be anything else..."

His praise isn't praise. His positive shift in mood isn't positive. You know this, despite the fact that you shouldn't be able to know anything of the sort, by all accounts. You're too far gone to understand why this is, though Cha-... Chaa~... Master knows.

"I don't think you were always my bitch. Not, like, my bitch-bitch, though I know you weren't always that either, even if... Well, k'know... Or, rather, y'don't."

Master isn't making much sense to you, but you're not going to complain. You remain on your back, uncertain of what comes next. He's still erect, looking down at your adorable, **** body. He begins to slowly jack himself off with one hand, tapping something out on the device with the other.

"You were a good girl, bringing this to me, back when you were still human." A dim flicker in the back of your mind grows a little bit brighter. Not by much, just a little. You were... Human? But humans can't be... You're a girl... You're a good girl... "I remember you were always slow, not that human women weren't disadvantaged in that way from the start, by their biological urge to obey and to please men. Much easier to go with what nature intended, and leave the rest up to us."

Chad ste-... Chad?... He... Steps towards you, still openly pleasuring himself with one hand, and leans over you slightly, smiling cruelly.

"I wonder. Was it possible that there was ever such a place where men and women were... Alike? Not alike-alike, just..." Chad snorts and chuckles to himself, as if unable to believe his own words. "Where men and women were... Equals?"

That flicker in the back of your mind grows brighter, with great difficulty, the more Chad feeds the fire. His words make sense, not just because he's your Master, and that means he's always right, but... But... You don't get it! What's going on?!

"Could I really have... You to thank for all this, Bitch? How about it? Do you still remember what it was like, when you were a man?"

The horror of revelation dawns like a venomous alien star crawling above the horizon. Your mind, like all the minds that Chad handicapped to protect himself and the rest of the 'real people', strains unbearably, threatening to snap if you push it to encompass all the implications of what he is saying, and of what you already know. You gape at him, wild-eyed and silent, answering his question for him. You still can't remember everything, but enough of the pieces linger...

"I knew it. You're not just any normal bitch. You're certainly as dumb as they can possibly come, and as obedient as any home-bred bitch can be, even to your own undoing... But I've got to hand it to you, you sure are something special."

You really need to get that phone. You need to either get that phone... Or start to make peace with the catastrophe you've written yourself into. That would be the easy way out... And you know you would love to take it...

"I felt how you clenched and squeezed my cock when I said I could send you to the kennels; never to see me, or this thing-" He waves the phone in his free hand, as if there were any doubt "-again. Now I think it would be a shame too, really. Think of all the fun we could have, my pet... I mean, after a couple more adjustments. Y'know."

You slowly nod, still disoriented and reeling from your fragmented illumination. You still haven't decided the reason why you're nodding- whether it's because you believe he's right, or because you need him to let you stay, if you're going to have any chance of getting that phone and doing... Something about this.

"Of course... If I let you stay, I'll be putting myself in danger. I know you can't harm me, because that's impossible, but you could betray me, and try to get your silly little paws on the app. Maybe it would work, too- who knows how it decides what the limits of the word 'harm' should be. That's why I've thought up some new rules..."

He pressed a button on the screen. Just once. Although you've noticed nothing new, you're pretty sure you know what kind of button-press it was. Chad starts pumping his dick a bit faster.

"I think they'll be pretty interesting. Have a listen:

• As well as human males and anthropomorphic mammalian ("furry") females, there are also furry males.
• Although furry males can be trained in self-restraint, submission and obedience (like furry females tend towards by nature), and may be owned by interested homosexual human males, the natural state of furry males is to be feral-minded, dominant, and very sexually-aggressive (except towards human males who do not harbour an interest in being the target of such behaviour).
• Human males can breed with furry females to create either human male, or furry female, offspring. Like with the pregnancy itself, the human male is able to decide what type the offspring will be.
• Furry males can breed with furry females to create furry offspring, either male or female. Male offspring are more likely in environments where there is a shortage of males, and female offspring are more likely in environments where there is a shortage of females.
• Furry males are mostly kept in breeding pounds, which usually share premises with the kennels where female furries are sheltered. They are kept for the purpose of keeping the population of furries stable (and especially to produce more female furries for human males).
• Human males may send female furries to stay at these breeding pounds- sometimes permanently- as a form of punishment, or (in some of the rarer cases where a female furry develops nymphomania that actually outpaces their simple loyalty to human masters), as a perverse reward for good behaviour, or even just to be rid of them entirely.
• A furry female's current human master, or the master they had that sent them into the 'care' of furry males, can decide whether the female will be capable of being impregnated by furry males.

... Sounds good, right?"

Chad pumps his fist two or three more times, thrusting into it slightly, and lets loose several spurting arcs of warm, pearly cum, painting your upturned fuzzy belly with blotches of human baby-batter, and spattering your muzzle. A little bit of it lands in your right eye, which you hold shut.

"I'm not sure whether or not you're currently too stupid to understand what I'm getting at here, so I'll spell it out for you. If you don't play nice, I might not just send you away to be adopted by a different human master. I might send you to the breeding pound, either to be a sorry little puppy-incubator for the rest of your life, or just to be a living sex-toy for some ravenous, sex-crazed dog-men."

You wipe the jizm from your eye, and before you have a chance to stop yourself, you've lapped the strange, salty stain from your furred paw. It tastes... Good. The globules across the rest of your body quickly begin drying, turning your fur coarse and matted where they landed.

"I've gotta feeling you might even like it. You may not have wanted it to end this way- not originally- but you're as pure a bitch as any born and bred in this world. Your choice, though. Are you going to be a good girl for your Master?"