Indeed, and why not kill two birds with one stone?

It wasn't before the male **** was **** to crawl beside me as Master and Daddy were taking a walk outside. The male was silenced with a ballgag but he still whined and whimpered as he tried to plead for his freedom. I on the other hand was enjoying the sun, smelling the grass and playing with passing puppy-slaves. If he'd only embrace what they were turning him into... he'd be so much happier. Blissful ignorance. I could tell he'd be like me in no time, he practically begged Master not to stop as she ruthlessly **** his aching asshole. And besides, he had already been turned into a bitch by some alpha while he was tending to them in the kennels, this would be no different. I was eager to go to the kennels, Daddy had said that this is what I trained for. I couldn't wait, so many friends, puppy-slaves like me to play with day in day out. I had overheard some discussion between Master and Daddy talking about the money they'd get from my "assigned service", I couldn't quite understand but it sounded like it was good. I was happy that I could make them "rich as hell" through the "renting service", as they said. I was frustrated at how little of that I actually understood but nonetheless the happiness it brought to my owners made it all better.

When we arrived at the kennel I was happily surprised at how many ****-puppies there were, not just inside but all around there were all kinds of variations. The majority of them were petite and small, collared and caged like me. But some of them were hunky futas with bulging cocks constantly dripping with precum. There was no muscular male in sight, but some of them had cocks just like the futas. Bulging and dripping, swinging and flopping. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I'd played with as many cock toys that the mere sight of such a juicy cock made me all giddy and excited, not to mention how horny I became when I caught the whiff of some of them. The smell was intoxicating, the pheromones had me drooling and begging. Daddy tugged on my leash to get me to behave, but I noticed how satisfied she was with my behavior, clearly due to the fact that it was her who had trained me to act this way around cocks. I didn't register it, but that was the truth.

As we approached the entrance of the kennel I could see the look on the males eyes, he was worried and lost. Drops of spit hung from his chin as he was unable to close his mouth and it was clear how unexperienced he was at crawling, as he kept shifting his stance once in a while in order to relieve the pain and pressure. I proudly crawled beside Daddy, it wasn't perfect as my horniness just kept growing and forcing me to squirm and twist, but between those moments I kept the perfect stance. Master even reached down and petted me, probably just to taunt the male, but I was happy nonetheless. When we entered the kennel my trained nose immedietly caught a multitude of smells and aromas. Most of them were pleasant, such as alpha sweat and cock, and not to forget the smell of pussy of course. Doggie treats and lube were also dominant smells wafting around. At that point my tongue had already lulled out of my mouth and my locked penis was leaking profusely. As we walked up to the counter I was ordered to sit, which I did, and wait. They talked about assigning one puppy-**** and setting another on up for training.

"Wonderful! Let me jusy check some things and then we'll get right to you. Uuhm, what's the name of the male?" Asked the girl behind the counter, she seemed young, probably an intern or something.

"His name is Dill... Dill Gosh." The way Master said his name seemed strange, like she wasn't supposed to or something. The woman at the counter looked shocked for a moment but composed herself.

"O-oh!? Uhm, we haven-" Before she could continue Daddy interrupted, "He broke the law on several terms, we've got reports and permission." Her voice was stern and undoubtedly male quite a few ****-puppies instinctively respond by whimpering and lowering their heads, including me.

"R-right, go right ahead, b-but I do need to inform the assembly. You're doing according to what the law says, but this is the son of Rita Gosh." Her brow was furrowed but it wasn't in anger but more of concern.

"We're well aware-" Daddy squinted as she looked at the girls name plate, "Emma, and you're welcome to do so, but in the meantime we're doing what good and orderly citizens should do, respect the law..." The girl averted her gaze and began typing on her keyboard

"Right, I-I see there's an appointment for an evaluation in 15 minutes, and Dil- I mean the **** can be handed to one of out staff members and we're prep him right up!" She composed herself and put on a cheery tone but it was obvious how nervous she was.

Daddy just nodded and eyed of the staff until they came to pick up the ****. I watched as he was led away to be trained and domesticated, his petite ass still adorned with a red hand mark from Daddies spank. My instincts told me to run after him, but not to save him, but to munch on that delicious ass he was swaying from side to side as he crawled away. Master reached down and ruffled my hair, all the while Daddy reached down to grope my exposed pale ass. I was then led to a waiting room sparsely occupied by a few people and their puppy-slaves. As my owners ast down I kneeled between Daddies legs and nuzzled against her hardening cock, waiting from whatever this "evaluation" was.