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Grumbling under your breath, you decide being nude is less embarrassing than begging your attacker for clothes. You pull off you shirt, pants, and underwear, and stand shivering in the cold.

"Standing?" the dog-man scoffs. "Pets don't walk on 4 legs!"

You begrudgingly get down on all fours, and the dog-man attaches a leash to your collar. "Don't try to escape," he says. "I locked the collar, and pocketed the key." He then proceeds to walk around you and towards the street. You don't move, causing him to pull on your leash--hard--forcing you to follow him or ****.

"Rememer, pets don't talk!" he says as he proceeds to walk you like a dog through the cold, empty streets of Hill Haven. Thankfully, no one is outside at this time of night. Maybe you were wrong about begging being less embarrassing...

He leads you out of the market square and into what seems like the bad side of town. Here, you aren't so lucky about the lack of people.

A half-drunk dog-man approaches the dog-man. "Hey, Bruce," he says. "Who's this cute little thing?" Then the drunk proceeds to pat your head.

"Just my newest pet," the dogman--apparently named Bruce--grins.

"He trained yet?" the drunk asks.

"Not really," Bruce replies. "But I think he'd be ready for breeding."

Breeding?

The drunk dog-man whistles, and a pair of naked humans in collars come bounding around the corner. One male, one female.

Something seems...off...about them. Scratching themselves with their back legs, barking. And when they arrive at the drunk, they sit at his heels and lick his hands!

"Confused?" Bruce acts. "This is our way of getting **** on you oppressive humans. We kidnap you, train you as our pets, and break your wills until you serve us as willingly as dogs do humans!"

Appalled, you try and run away, but he yanks your leash and you fall on your side.