Roiyaru - DOG CAGES<br/><br/>It was still quiet, no noises outside of restless, or sleeping dogs.  No warning footsteps, no approaching trainers, no sound of trainers at all.  There were cameras, under little smoky dark globes of plastic spaced along the ceiling.  I recognized them, having seen similar gadgets countless times, back when I was still a human.  I hoped there was no need to observe them during the day, with so many trainers moving around, and further hoped there were no microphones.<br/><br/>She was trying to cover herself, which didn't do much, having only her arms, and she was very pretty.  I tried to push that out of my mind, unsuccessfully.  Desire, well, need, was always there, it never went away.  I fell asleep with it.  I woke with it.  They did that to me, and other things.  My balls were larger, and hung down between my thighs when they let me out to walk, and...I had a seemingly endless capacity to fuck just about anything.  If I had limits, they hadn't been discovered yet.  But having an endless appetite, and being confined, and unable to satisfy that hunger was pure torture.  I'm sure the people knew that.  I listened, wriggling around on my back, still trying to find that itch, and stared at the new puppy.<br/><br/><br/>The pretty little dog was still making noises, still talking.  Questions questions questions.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Processing is ended here? To make us dogs?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Processing is done.  You're a dog now.  And you must not speak.  The people will hear you."</strong>