A Corgi, to Chad's disappointment. But you can still remember... Sort of.

You slobber at your Master's bone, tilting your head one way and then the other, to wrap your muzzle around the shaft and lap at his smooth, human flesh with your broad tongue... But... What's changed?

You still have to stand on your hind-paws and prop yourself up on his hips, simply in order to reach his juicy cock. Your stunted limbs- the iconic marker of your creamy-furred breed- won't permit you to service him this way otherwise. What's changed?

You look up at him, hoping to see in his face the praise and approval you yearn for. Instead, your heart is chilled, and your short tail droops and hides itself between your hind-legs, the inadvertently tickling your bitch-snatch. He has an unmistakable look of... Well, Revulsion is too strong a word. There's disbelief in there, too, but it's like he was still hoping to see someone else. What's changed?

It's like he can't believe you're here, but still wishes it wasn't you here... If you were someone else, only not like when you were... Wait. The phone! Your Master has the phone! You fetched it for him, but you had used it first, back when you were... W-Whuh?... What did you change?

Chad... No... Wait, what? Your Master grabs you by the back of your collar and yanks you off his dick, still dripping with doggy-drool.

"Holy shit. It's... Holy shit!"

You whine with confusion and fear, sudden discomfort, but particularly with shame and disappointment. Your ears flatten against your fuzzy face- what are you doing wrong? What have you done, recently, that went wrong? There was something, wasn't there? You did it with Master's phone... Which was your phone? Only it wasn't your phone... Only....

Your short stature means he has no trouble holding you upright to examine you, as your hind-paws skitter slightly on the panelled floor, legs trembling. He scrutinises your terrified puppy-dog eyes, trailing down your especially-fluffy, poofy chest fur, the subtle teats that run down your belly, your short Corgi legs, your little paws... Aren't you what he wanted? You can be a good girl! That's all you want to be...

... Isn't it?

"I was expecting... Well, fuck- I wasn't expecting jack shit! But I wasn't expecting a runt, either!"

Your 'Master' holds you there, hesitating. He's still not able to believe his own luck, and yet he's positively enraged; it's like he's been cheated out of both the bitch he had, and the bitch he could have had. He drags you across the living room and into the kitchen- with you whimpering in panic all the while- and he spots what he was looking for. Your food bowl, the same food bowl, funnily enough, with your name, "BITCH", written across it. The irony of the name's current redundancy is not lost on him, though it's certainly lost on you.

It's full; not with cooked meat, like he fed his old Bitch with, but with dried dog food. He throws you to the chequered linoleum floor in front of it, and you instinctively land in the four-legged stance that's closest to the nature of your kind. Your entire body is shivering now. You don't understand, can't understand, why Cha-... Why Master is so angry. You don't want him to be angry. Are you making him angry?

Master places a firm hand on the back of your head, and pushes your nose down, harshly, into the bowl of chalky-yet-nutritious brown nuggets. "Just eat it and keep quiet, runt. Keep your head down, and maybe I can pretend I scored a German Shepherd, or a Retriever, or something. I need to think about what I should... Well, I need to think, alright?!"

Tears are welling up in your eyes, but you do as you're told, shattering the chunks of crunchy food-stuff between your teeth, and swallowing them down. When you hear your Master kneeling down behind you, you lift your rear as far as you're able- which is not so far- and raise your tail, to present yourself to him - like nature and nurture, both, have trained you to do.

When he fumbles to press his fat, human cock-head against your corgi cunt, then rams it all the way in, you suppress a whine of intermingled pain and stimulation. Your whole body shudders at the intrusion, and you focus on gobbling down your dinner, holding the bowl in place with your front hand-paw-digits to prevent it from skidding across the ground with the **** of your Master's aggressive, resentful pounding. Master grabs your tail, just above its base, and beings using it to tug you backwards onto his dick in time with each thrust. A few pellets of dry dog food spill onto the floor, but you ignore these, stifling your whimpers and hiding your muzzle (and the tears that have begun to roll down your cheeks) in your bowl.

"I- huff- hah- I could just add a new rule that lets me change a 'woman' the way I want to... But... Nnngh... That would be so fuckin' cheap..."

His words mean little to you... Little, but... Something... Despite the stinging of your poor abused puppy-hole, and the waves of unfulfilling and confused tingling spreading from it with each of Chad's thru- Uh...? Uh....!! Y-You listen to your Master, like the good girl you wish you were, in case he thinks aloud of something that can make you better than you are now...

"I could trade you in, of course... That wouldn't be a bad idea... But it still doesn't solve the problem of... This thing..."

The fear washes over you again, as you hear your Master muse out loud, dismissively, of the possibility of sending you away to the kennel, and taking home a different girl instead... You'd be given to a new master, eventually... Maybe one who wants a good little puppy to play with... That doesn't sound bad, does it? Then why are you afraid of that? Of leaving here?

The bowl is almost empty now, but you keep your head down, submitting to your Master's mistreatment. However, his thrusts slow down, and he pauses, his engorged manhood still half-way inside your stretched canine chooch, as though concentrating on something else. Your ears perk up slightly, and take the opportunity to catch your breath, panting with your large tongue lolling out out of your mouth. In-between the odd inhalation, you still sniffle miserably.

"I need to know more about this "Rules of the World" app... Where did you get this thing from, anyway?"

The app... "Rules of the World"? The... "Rules of the World"... App-lick-kay-shun...