Get dropped off at the pound! (Furry transformation)

The crowd cheered as Emily slowly narrowed her eyes. Huh? The pound? Like a dog? She wasn't a dog!

"That's right ladies and gents!" the orb cried into his microphone. “Emily is now going to be dropped off at the pound! You know what that means!”

“USE! THE! COLLAR!” the crowd cried.

“What the hell are you even talking about!?” Emily complained.

The orb turned back to her, grinning widely. “You’ll find out! Away with you now!”

Before Emily could complain further orby clapped his hands together. In an instant, she was no longer at the bizarre and twisted game show studio. Now she was standing in a nondescript office. Emily quickly twisted her head around and around. Where was she? What was going on? Was this the pound? Why was she even here!?

“Ah, got another drop-off.” said a male voice behind her. Emily turned, but wasn’t quick enough to pull away when a man grabbed her arm. The moment he touched her, she went stiff. She could no longer control her body, it wouldn’t obey! That rule that orb said about males touching her...that still was in effect!? That treacherous little knock-off Christmas ornament!

The man dragged her into another room. This one appeared largely empty except for a wall of collars hanging off. The man stood in front of her, rubbing his chin.

“Well, I can tell from what you’re wearing why the state dropped off,” he muttered. “You look like trouble. You gonna cooperate?”

“Yes,” Emily’s body said without her. The state dropped her off? What was he even talking about? What the hell was going on? She was a human, not a dog!

“My name is Greg,” the man continued. “I’m the dog keeper for this area. We’ll find a part of the pound to put you in. Take off your clothes.”

Emily screamed in her mind and tried to fight the suggestion, but her body moved on it’s own. Her hands went to the lacing on her black, floral blouse and began undoing the string. Greg moved over to a counter and began writing things down like he was filling out a report. Bit by bit, Emily shed her clothes until she stood naked in the middle of the room. She wanted to cover herself, but couldn’t even do that. Greg finally turned back around. The moment he saw her naked body he paused, his eyes going up and down. His eyes slowly turned hungry and he smirked.

“Oh my! Those fluffy clothes were certainly hiding a beautiful bitch!” he said. Emily wanted to punch him, but instead she just stood still. The dog keeper walked over to her, gazing all over her like she was a piece of meat. He ran his fingers across her breasts, down her porcelain stomach and around to her ass, cupping them. “Spread your legs.” Emily obeyed. Greg knelt down and spread her pussy open. Emily felt like crying. It was like she was being inspected and graded...like an animal!

Greg whistled. “You are amazing! Perfect form and breeding! Alright, I have the perfect department for you!” The dog keeper walked over to the wall with the collars. Above the collars were names of dog breeds. After a moment of consideration, Greg chose the collar labeled Siberian Husky. He returned to her, holding the open collar up.

“Ready to begin your new life?” he asked. The collar! That bullshit audience had chanted about that! What was with that collar? Why did they want her to put it on? Emily’s body, however, pulled her hair from her shoulders and held it up, giving the dog keeper easy access. Grinning widely, Greg looped he collar around her neck...and then clamped it closed.

Emily’s entire body lit up like fire. Her body shuddered and her bones began creaking. Her head spun as she wobbled and fell to her hands and knees. It felt like her insides were moving around and changing. Emily could feel fear seize her guts. What was happening to her!? It was just a collar! She gazed down at her hands and became incredibly alarmed. Her hands were morphing, wiggling, and changing. Her skin began growing white fur and her nails turned into claws. Her fingers became smaller and rounder. She lifted one of her hands and stared. Her palms had turned to some sort of paw-hybrid.

Greg knelt down and held up a mirror. “Take a look, beautiful.” Emily lifted her eyes to look at her reflection and instantly felt like throwing up. She was covered in fur all over, white on her arms, legs, and stomach, but black everywhere else. Her face was now much more canine-like with a long nose and teeth. Her ears were now on the top of her head, and were fluffy like a husky. Even her feet had turned to paws and she had a tail sticking out of her lower back. She now even had additional nipples on her stomach under her breasts, giving her six. She was still human-shaped, but now appeared to be some sort of dog hybrid...a Siberian Husky. This was...this had to be fake! She was some kind of half-dog monster now!? That damn floating orb! It had transported her to some twisted world where magic is real! While Emily was too stunned to do anything, Greg reached down to the collar and hooked a leash onto it.

“Alright then, girl. Let’s get walking!” he said happily.

Emily stared up at him. What? Did master really expect her to walk the halls naked? What was master thinking? Wait...what? Was she calling this guy master? He had a name, didn’t he? It was...master. No! It was something else! Come to think of it, she could move on her own now. She was no longer under the control of that stupid spell from the orb! She could run! Why...why wasn’t she running? She couldn’t. It would upset master. No! NO!! She had to get away! She had to…!

“Come on!” Master cried, pulling on the leash. Despite still being human shaped, Emily crawled on her hands and feet as he led her out of the room, Emily keeping her face pointed towards the ground. They kept moving for quite some time until they stopped. Emily lifted her face to see she was in front of a reinforced metal door. Above it was a sign that said “Breeding Ward.” Her master undid the multiple locks and swung it open. He and Emily then marched inside, swinging the heavy metal entrance shut behind them.

Emily found herself inside a large room lined with cages. Inside each of the cages were a human-dog hybrid like her. They were acting more like the animals than people. Many of them wagged their tails, lapped their tongues, and grabbed at the cage doors with their furry fingers. At the center of the room as an area with cushions all laid out, surrounded by cameras.

Greg walked them to the center of the room. “Hello lovely doggies! We have a new friend! She has amazing poise, breeding, and form. She’ll make beautiful hybrid puppies that this pound can sell to keep this place going! We can even sell the videos for advertising!”

Emily felt a streak of fear shoot through her. Her mind, while scrambled, still knew what master was suggesting. He wanted to get her pregnant and film it for sale! Everyone would see her like this! That couldn’t happen! She had to stay with master! No, she had to leave! She couldn’t leave master! No! What? What was happening to her!?

Greg reached down and pet her head. Emily felt a wellspring of joy and pleasure shoot up her body as he tussled her hair. Her tail wagged furiously. Master was petting her! She LOVED it when master pet her! She would do anything for master to...NO! Stop it! What was wrong with her!? Greg lifted her chin and leaned down to her face. He was grinning widely. The joy on his face made her heart pound.

“The collar around your neck is only powered for a single day,” he explained. “The effect only becomes permanent if you get bred while fertile. I can smell it on you. You are RIPE today. Would you like to be bred girl? Would like to be my good doggy forever?”

Emily’s heart was filled with joy and fear. Master was being so nice to her. He wanted to make her pregnant. She couldn’t get pregnant! She would be this dog hybrid forever! She would do it if master wanted. NO! NO!!!

Greg stroked his chin and gazed at the spot with the cushions. He began to think of just what kind of scene he wanted.