Meeting the cell mate

My head felt fuzzy and strange. I heard all kinds of buzzing and mumbling as I slowly started to wake up. Mixed with those sounds were the naked thuds and footfalls of what I assumed to be other puppies. My assumption was confirmed when suddenly they all began to bark and tussle. Their aggressive shouts and pounding passed by me, as if we were walking by them, or through them. I opened my eyes to see what it was and noticed that I was being carried though a hallway of pens. The smell of this place was rancid. Despite its pungent unpleasantness it activated my animalistic senses and almost **** me to be drawn to them. It smelled like sweat, sex, piss and cum. The sounds coming out of the pens were unmistakable, the puppies were ruthlessly fucking each other like rabbits. Every breath I took filled my lungs with the heavy air of savage lust. My carrier made sure to stop occasionally to get a good look at a handful of runts getting anally ravaged by hulking futas and lithe bitch-bois. While the treats still had me in a dumb state I could still see, hear and smell everything that happened before me. My carrier was sure to taunt me along the way, talking of how I'd enjoy my stay at the kennel, just like every other ****-puppy did.

Finally I felt my carrier stop and rattle one of the pens, "Wake up Ribbon! I told you we didn't stop your hourly breeding for nothing, here's a little present for ya!" I didn't know why, by could have sworn that I'd heard the name before. I simply had no idea, which was probably for the best. With a few quick motions I was all of the sudden on the ground, which was covered in all different sorts of furs and mats, all of which were sodden with all kinds of juices. I heard the door close and steps leading away from me, or us considering I wasn't alone. I looked around and found myself marveling at how generously decorated the pen was. Some parts of the bars were even padded with red leathered cushions. There was a simularity to his own home, as the floor was littered with cock toys. Looking up I noticed who the carrier was talking to. A tiny ****-puppy, curled in the corner of the pen. She was tattoo'd and her hair was dyed. Her skin was smooth and her form was thin and plump in just the right places. She was in a position which displayed her battered cunt, dripping with cum and coated with a thin layer of shiny sweat. Her head was already perked up as her name had been called, her eyes looked me over. Even though she was a common breeding sow, she displayed a surprising level of intelligence. She was clearly more intelligent than me, made clear by how my eyes were locked to her puffy cunt and tight asshole. My tongue bobbed up and down as my breathing picked up its pace and my locked penis began leaking. She noticed my gaze and started taunting me, rubbing her pussylips and slapping her ass.

After teasing me for a few moments she just stopped looking at me as she continued, something told me that the diversion of her gaze mean't that I could now approach. And so I did, slowly however. I smelled her cunt, greedily nosing it as if I was searching for gold deep in her snatch. I knew that If I resorted to licking her ass and cunt I'd officially brand myself as her lesser and a beta in her eyes, but I scarcely cared, all I needed was that cum dripping out of her well-used holes. Promptly my tongue got to work, lapping eagerly at her gaping cocksleeves and scooping out all the cum that I could find. I could clearly smell how she hadn't been cleaned in days, I didn't mind though, it just mean't there'd be more for me to lap up. I was starving after apparently not having been fed much except those treats for a while. Lucky for me I was being fed a buffé of cum from multiple different ****-puppies.

Meanwhile I could feel my locked penis leaking, dripping down the sides of my pale smooth things. My still-virgin asshole was throbbing, craving something it had been trained to crave. For months and months I had been conditioned to be attracted to alpha cocks, getting fucked and obeying the commands and demands of my superiors. My tongue was a tool for others to use and so was the rest of my body. These were the sole truths that I was able to hold onto, everything else was just a blur, a mist. The only thing leading me through that mist was a leash, attached to the collar on my neck. I had seen this scenario endless times, in my dreams and in the back of my head as I zone out.

After doing my duty and committing to my new purpose I had completely cleaned out Ribbons holes of any cum, and anything else for that matter. I heard her huff and puff as she'd just gone through multiple orgasms, her eyes were dazed like mine and her sweaty body was heaving with lust. Her skin glistened and shined, almost glowing as the light hit her like ocean waves. My admiration was cut short however as I heard a hard pounding on the pen bars beside us. I yelped and scooted away from the harsh sound, only realising that it was just another ****-puppy. Ribbon just slowly got up and crawled towards the bars, sniffing at the puppy, who was clearly a male as I could see his throbbing cock dangling between his legs. He looked similar to all the other ones, smooth and small with the exception of a big cock between their legs.

The male puppy turned around and placed his ass to the bars. I could see his ass from here, it had no cum, there was no sign of him being a submissive bitch like me. I was confused when suddenly Ribbon serviced the males ass with her tongue, lapping at it like a water bowl. Was she really a submissive? What did that make me?