Ellie sat hunched over on her couch, sighing as she stared at her rent bill. The letter had come through the day prior, but she’d left it on her coffee table, hoping to ignore it for longer than a single day. But its ominous presence still remained, and every time she entered her living room, her eyes were drawn to it. So, she bit her lip, sat down, and opened it up.

And it was every bit as terrible as she’d imagined.

Of course, her rent actually wasn’t that super-high. She’d lucked out in getting a landlord that didn’t decide to charge five times the price just because he could get away with it. In fact, she could actually pay the bill right now, too. But that would mean she’d have to go hungry for a few days, as unless she asked for some extra cash from some of her friends, she wouldn’t have enough to cover all of her groceries. 

She flung the letter back down on the table, reclining back into the sofa and putting her paws over her face, breathing slowly. Ellie was a tall maned wolf with lush, soft fur and decent curvature where it mattered. Her breasts were a little on the smaller side, but she never gave two shits about that. She was proud of who she was, and didn’t take any shit from anybody about her appearance. 

Her pride was what was causing a few issues right now, in fact. She kept playing around with some thoughts in her head. There’s the… possibility that she didn’t need to pay rent this month. Maybe. She knew from some of her friend’s experiences that the landlord is willing to trade… certain favours for the nullification of a month's rent. Maybe even a few extra, if she was willing to make it a more regular… or permanent thing. Ellie wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact he did that entirely, or the fact that she had been considering it the past few days.

But she’d never pulled the trigger and gone all the way. She could do it. Probably. But she thought of herself better than that. If there was another way, a proper way, she wants to try that first. Of course the “proper” way was getting a job - which at the moment was almost impossible. She had two options available, and that was it. 

First, she could sign up to some sewer maintenance team. The thought absolutely repulsed her, and she began to feel queasy even now. What was worse was that the job didn’t even offer half the minimum wage, which she was sure was illegal - but, apparently, they were getting away with it. Shit pay to swim in other people's shit? Absolutely not.

The other job was one that she was so very close to taking, just to make ends meet. She’d been putting it off and putting it off, again and again, but by now it seemed that it was the only way out unless she wanted to whore herself out to her landlord.

The local strip-club was looking for fresh… “talent”.

Ellie didn’t think of working there as the same as being a whore for her landlord. Working as a stripper was more… respectable, really. Plus she wasn’t having to bounce on some guy's cock and take his many, many loads. Sure they’d stare at her, shout obscene things at her, maybe touch her if they thought they could get away with it - but it was different than being an actual whore. 

The only thing that had stopped her from taking the job was the fact that the joint was local - and therefore frequented by a lot of males she knew, or males who would know her. Old classmates, teachers, old colleagues, potential new colleagues or employers… She didn’t want to be known as “The Local Stripper”, and be besieged by a whole load of propositions too. 

Then again, those propositions could mean more money… or more opportunities. Both things that she really, really needed right now.

So, with another sign and some quite slow movement, Ellie reached out to grab her phone and call the owner of the club. In fact, she actually knew him already - they’d been classmates back in college. That was another thing that caused her to wince. He’d obviously made a better life for himself, and here she was, calling to see if she could be a stripper at his club…

She paused for a moment as she pulled up her contacts list. She had a new message, which she scrolled down to see - and it was from one of her best friends, Millie. And the contents of her message sent her heart into a bit of a flutter.

“Hey Ellie! I know you’ve been on the job-search trail, and I think I got something for you! The dog sanctuary I work for has an opening, and I think you’d really like it! Here’s some of the info you might need, like work hours and salary. I really hope you’ll join me!” she said in the message, with a link to a page of your basic job-description drivel and information. 

She scrolled past most of it, not really caring in all honesty - a dog sanctuary isn’t exactly something she’s thought of, but at the same time it clearly couldn’t be that hard. Most likely it’d subsist of running a front desk, cleaning out kennels, maybe even taking some of them for a walk. That couldn’t be too hard, right?

She stopped scrolling as she reached the salary section, and gasped pretty loudly. There’s… no. That can’t- seriously?! There’s no way. She closed the page and reopened the link, just in case she’d somehow opened something different. The salary was over three times the minimum wage! For a dog sanctuary! Her body shivered as she stared at it, before quickly tapping back a message to Millie:

“Yes, I’m very interested! Please register my interest ASAP! Where do I go, is there an interview process at all? Do they need prior work experience in regards to dog maintenance or something?” 

She tried to steady her breathing as Millie began to type back a reply. The pair talked back-and-forth for the morning, clueing in Ellie on everything she needed to know.

She barely got any sleep that night, desperately hoping tomorrow would come quicker. She tossed and turned, full of excitement for the opportunity, and worry that she’d fuck it all up somehow. She really didn’t get as much  sleep as she should have, but that didn’t matter - she was wired up and running off of a drip-feed of adrenaline right now. 

Ellie tried her best to go for a casual, but still professional attire that morning, quickly flinging on a clean shirt and a tight “office-wear” skirt, that was admittedly a little small. After that, she scoffed down her breakfast before making her way to the sanctuary, which wasn’t too far - before stepping into its reception area. The building itself was out of the way and somewhat secluded, but it still looked decent and not at all shabby. The reception was clean and organised, with a more minimalist approach to its interior decoration. There wasn’t anyone at the desk, though, so Ellie sat down and waited - hoping she was doing it all okay. She was a little early, anyway.

A few minutes before her proper arrival time approached, a door opened up and a professionally dressed, yet still keeping an air of casual, snow-leopard woman appeared. Her tail was held high above her as she looked into the reception room, laying eyes on Ellie with a big warm smile. She quickly crossed the room and extended her paw, which Ellie gratefully took. The woman was shorter than Ellie, although that was to be expected considering how tall maned wolves are!

“Hello there! You must be Ellie, our new hire? Or, well, it’s technically supposed to be a “potential” new hire, but I’m gonna keep things honest - you’re practically in already, even just from looking at you!” she happily trilled, giving a little giggle to that as well, setting Ellie’s mental state at ease. This woman was laid back and friendly, something that she really appreciated. She gulped, trying to work out what to say, but the… worker? Owner? Recruiter? Whoever she was, she carried on speaking:

“So! I won’t really bother with a welcome since it’s really not that needed. You know why you’re here - you need a job, and we’re offering! So, if you’d like to come with me, I can show you around and give you a… taste of what you’ll be up to!” she happily rattled off, waiting for Ellie to make a move.

She got up and began to follow the recruiter, as she now thinks of her, and the recruiter spins around and leads her through the door she came through originally. The halls of the sanctuary kept to the clean, minimalist design of the reception area. They walked for a minute or so before entering a larger, spacious room. The decoration was a little more comfortable here, and it appeared to be a break room of sorts - as there was some kitchen supplies and cupboards, along with some comfy looking chairs and couches.

“So, how much do you know about us?” the recruiter asked, looking into Ellie’s eyes. Ellie wasn’t put off with the eye contact, and did her best to maintain it as she replied, a little sheepishly… “Well, not really anything. I’m going to be honest, I never even knew you guys existed here - my friend Millie is who told me about your opening-”

“Oh, Millie! That’s wonderful!” the recruiter cut her off excitedly, before clasping a paw over her muzzle and looking at her apologetically.  “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off. That was just a pleasant surprise, I wasn’t told that you’d been referred here by one of our own staff. Millie will likely receive a reward for that! Anyway, carry on!” she said, looking  expectantly back at Ellie.

“Well, there isn’t really much else to say - but I’m glad Millie might be getting whatever reward. That sounds very promising on your end - a lot of workplaces don’t care at all in giving their workers any incentives or rewards for behaviour.” Ellie explained, looking at the recruiter thankfully.

“Oh! Well, we care a lot about our workers, don’t you worry. I’m sure the salary can confirm that, it probably caught your eye, didn’t it~?” she replied with a wink, causing Ellie to self consciously shift her weight on her feet a little.

“Well.. yeah. I do really need the money. And I was definitely extremely… surprised. Honestly, I thought it might even just be a joke, or a mistake…” she trailed off a bit. She didn’t want to push her luck and ask if it was or not, just in case. You never want to bring up salary this early in an interview, and she does not want to blow this chance.

“Heh, well, don’t worry sweetie. It’s not a mistake, and I gotta say, just by looking at you… you look like you’ll fit in right-as-rain with everyone else. In fact, Millie should be around here somewhere too - you could probably buddy up with her for the first few days working here! Now, speaking of, it’s probably best I give you a run-down on the place, hm?” she asks, not really needing a reply from Ellie - who only nodded.

“So, dog sanctuary. We wanted to avoid using the term “shelter” and especially “pound”, although they could certainly be applicable. Sanctuary sounds nicer.  We take all sorts of rescues, unwanted pets and feral dogs in like most sanctuaries, but we also tend to take on a lot of “problem” dogs - dogs that other places won’t take for a variety of reasons. We also take on, and have special facilities for, dogs that are products of science experiments and testing. Animal experimentation isn’t supposed to be a thing, of course, but unfortunately it does still occur and once the poor things are all used up for the experiment, they’re usually abandoned. Has this all sunk in?” she asked after rattling off all the information.

Ellie did her best to follow along and succeeded for the most part. The whole place seemed… fine, really. Everything was above-board and seemingly quite admirable, in fact. It gave her quite a sense of pride that she’d be helping a place like this, as she’d be making a positive difference.  She did have one question, though.

“Yeah, I got all that. Can I ask though, if it’s alright, could you elaborate on what you meant about, well, dogs that were used in experiments? I’m completely uneducated on that sort of subject and I don’t want to appear like I’m a front for knowledge about the topic.”  Ellie explained, hoping this wasn’t damaging her interview at all. 

The recruiter paused for a moment as she thought of how to answer properly, her ears twitching very slightly. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect you to know all of this type of stuff, so it’s okay! I’m more than happy to give you a run-down. If that’s okay, of course! I don’t want it to sound like a rant, but I do feel a little strongly on the topic.” she answered, giving a questioning look to Ellie - who nodded her approval. She was interested! 

“Well, it’s a decently-guarded secret among dog-breeders and select animal-related institutes. Obviously animal experimentation has been practically banned for all major uses, and rightfully so for quite a lot of them - but, there are a few outliers that aren’t yet fully covered. You might have heard about how new medicine treatments tend to be tried on mice first, to give a little overview of their effects?” she asked, drawing another nod from Ellie - she’d heard about that type of stuff. The recruiter gave her a smile and continued.

“Dogs are one of these outliers. You can’t test medicines or vanity-items on dogs, but what you can do is study their breeds - their DNA, their genome. You can also attempt to improve certain qualities of dogs, especially as a lot of dog-species evolved for certain purposes. Like, some dogs are good at hunting - some dogs are good at running, stuff like that. Dogs have quite a varied evolutionary path, and so that opens up a lot more freedom for tinkering around with it, trying new combinations and creating slightly-altered breeds for certain uses. Are you following me here?” she asked again, making sure Ellie was keeping up. She was, and gave a quick thumbs up.

“So, there’s a bunch of technical and scientific jargon and mumbo-jumbo I could throw at you here, but in the interests of brevity I’ll skip most of that since it’s very long and drawn out. A lot of dogs used in testing tend to have certain qualities accelerated or improved upon, and of course a lot of these dogs aren’t really marketed as a final version - there’s lots of beta versions of new breeds and such, ones that didn’t work out. Of course once you’ve created something new and perfect, you also need a way to breed more of them - there’s no point selling your new dog breed if there’s only one. So quite a large chunk of testing is also done to focus on breeding and raising new pups - which then overlaps into commercial breeding, and tends to have a very large intersection between the two groups. We all know of puppy farms and such, and buying from a reputable breeder. These sorts of experiments are why. Did that make sense?” she finishes, taking a fairly deep breath of air.

Ellie nodded again, her mind quickly processing all the information that was dumped onto her. But she got it - and she understood. It was actually quite a shock what all went on behind-the-scenes of certain industries, even ones as cute and innocent as dogs. “Yeah, don’t worry - I’m following all this well. I’m glad you’re taking the time to clue me in though, it’s really appreciated!” she reassured the interviewer, who gave a warm beaming smile.

“You’re very welcome Ellie, I’m glad you’re such an attentive listener. So, as I mentioned before - we do specialise in homing and looking after these types of dogs that have been released from the clutches of a laboratory. Because of that, you’ll be spending a lot of time with dogs that aren’t really run-of-the-mill, considering our specialised unit is quite large. Of course, you won’t be working there exclusively - you’ll be moving around all the dogs, not just one section. So that includes the problem-animals too. I hope this is all okay for you?” she asks earnestly, hoping for a good reaction from Ellie.

Ellie was perfectly fine with all this. She didn’t have a problem at all. In fact this was all pretty normal, and she was a little curious as to why the interviewer seemed so concerned about her thought process - but… thinking about it, with how much they were offering - they were probably pretty desperate for someone to fill in the role. Perhaps a lot of potential candidates had backed out last-second once they realised they wouldn’t be dealing with just “normal puppies” or something silly. 

“Everything is fine, don’t worry! It’s all okay with me - I’m not gonna just abandon my job because a dog looks a little different than a normal breed or anything like that. But I really appreciate your concern - I’m sure if a candidate did have an issue, they’d feel reassured by how caring you are!” she replied, beaming a warm smile back.

The smile was greatly appreciated, and Ellie could see her muscles relax a little bit. “That’s great, I’m really glad you understand! I’m really glad Millie told you about the job offer - you certainly seem to have your head screwed on. Then again, Millie is a textbook example of a great employee, so if you’re her friend then I’d have a healthy wager that you’re gonna be too!” she happily jokes, before tilting her head for a moment, thinking about something.

“Actually, if you’d like, take a seat. I’ll see if I can find Millie, so she can join you and offer any support, or answer any questions you have. I’ll only be a few minutes, if that’s okay with you?” she asked, which was more than okay to Ellie, who took a seat and crossed her long, maned-wolf legs. The recruiter spun around, her big fluffy snow-leopard tail lightly slapping against a table, and she wandered off through a doorway to go and find Millie.

Ellie was left alone with her thoughts, which meandered around the room. This place seemed nice enough, the recruiter… whatever her name was, was friendly and approachable. The pay was incredible, and although Ellie didn’t want to be one of those “only in it for the money” people… she really was primarily into it for the money. She had to admit that to herself. But hey, the job seemed easy enough and maybe even enjoyable too!

She’d only just started to move her thoughts along to her actual day-to-day duties, which she wasn’t even fully aware of yet, before the door re-opened and the recruiter returned, with Millie in tow. It was only when Ellie set eyes on her, that she realised she hadn’t actually met up in person with Millie for quite a while. She remembers her as always being a fun, bubbly arctic fox, who always loved to dress up her ears. Her usual clothing was light and casual, in accordance with her outgoing and easy-breezy personality.

Now, though, she looked a fair bit different. She was dressed much more provocatively with a small crop top that exposed a decent amount of underboob, and was very tightly fitting. She was clearly not wearing a bra, leaving her nipples to poke through the thin fabric. The top itself was simple, with only four small images on it: A dog, a bone, some string tied into a knot and a heart. Ellie didn’t get the meaning of the shirt, but presumed it was something relating to her profession here. 

She was also rocking a very tiny mini-skirt that probably didn’t even cover anything at the back - she couldn’t see yet, but she certainly suspected it. She’d never seen Millie wearing an outfit this… scandalous, and she was equally surprised this level of exposure was allowed in the workplace. But, thinking about it - it’s likely that nobody would really see her like this anyway. It’s not like she’s working the front register at a fast-food joint. Instead she’s working with dogs in the back, not disturbing anyone. So maybe that made a bit more sense.

The biggest thing she noticed, however, was a large tattoo right on her belly, situated roughly over where her womb would be. Ellie’s ears twitched as the words “Womb Tattoo” flitted through her head, bringing up thoughts of pornography she’d seen online. Millie’s tattoo was of a big paw print, with unknown symbols inside it and weird squiggly lines either entering or leaving a circle closer to the centre. The tattoo itself was very intricate with a lot of details in every part of it, leaving her to wonder how long it had taken to get. Tattoo’s had never interested Ellie, mainly because she didn’t think she could lay still enough for the process!

“Ellie! Heya hun! I’ve missed you sooo much, thank you thank you for coming here! I’d love to work with you~!” came Millie’s excited, bubbly voice - something that Ellie did indeed remember, although it seemed edged with a little extra excitement than usual. But hey, they hadn’t met up for a while - of course she’d be excited! Millie rushed over with open arms, and Ellie quickly got to her feet to receive her. Of course, she was much taller than Millie, but she held her just as warmly as always, putting aside her thoughts on her friend’s seemingly new attire.

“Well, someone certainly sounds excited! I can see why though, Ellie is definitely a very good candidate - thank you very much for recommending her! I was hoping you’d be up for showing her around a little bit, maybe explaining a few duties too? If it all goes well, Ellie could probably start work tomorrow!” came the interviewers voice, cutting through the hug a little bit. Both girls disengaged as Millie happily rolled her heels up and down in excitement.

“Oh I’d love to! Are you ready now, Millie? There’s so much to show you, but I guess I gotta keep it kinda brief… Am I only showing her some of the more basic duties today, miss?” she directed the question to the interviewer, not using her name - but rather a respectful title. The interviewer nodded at that, before expanding: “I think you should show her around the basic facilities for now, leave the special-unit for more formal training later on.” 

Ellie’s ears twitched very slightly, as she picked up a slight difference in the way that the word “training” was spoken. It was probably just the way the interviewer had to change gears in speaking to her, the candidate, and Millie - an already established employee. Still, it was a weird thing to note - but, overall, not really important.

“Okay! That’s perfectly fine! C’mon Ellie, I can’t wait to show you around!” Millie answered with a bubbly-giggle in her voice, before clasping onto Ellie’s paw with her own. Ellie wasn’t expecting that, but didn’t try and yank her hand away as Millie gently, but still confidently, led her away. The interviewer stayed behind, and Ellie saw her take a pen out of a pocket, and begin scribbling in a notebook - likely, she was writing down notes from the interview.

The backrooms of the sanctuary were very clean, which was certainly a plus from other previous jobs that had the workers-zone practically neglected. There wasn’t much decor around, mainly spotless grey and white corridors interspersed with a lot of doors, most of them named. Ellie noted a lot of them detailing different sections of “special containment”: A, B, C and so forth. Presumably, those were for the laboratory-dogs. The sanctuary was actually quite big, and seemed to have a subterranean level too - as Millie led her down a decently long staircase.

Finally, Millie pushed open a door that led to a spacious, but more contemporary “vet” room - a large easy-to-clean table in the centre of the room, and some general storage lining the walls. There was a sliding door at the back of the room, which Ellie guessed led to the kennels - or, a section of kennels at least. Everything here seemed to be quite organised in all of their different sections, a fact that Millie quickly confirmed.

“So, I wanted to start the tour with a more one-on-one experience, since I know this is your first time working at a dog sanctuary. Our home here prefers to have lots of smaller kennel-sections, rather than one huge, noisy, smelly one where all the dogs are crammed together and such. You’ll quickly learn your way around in no-time, plus everything is easily marked with signs - and you get a map, too. So yay!” she giggled happily, and Ellie gave a smile. Her friend was definitely… well, different than she remembered. But it was nice to see her so happy and relaxed here.

“So - one-on-one. I’m going to go collect a dog for you, and then bring him in here - you can spend a bit of time getting more comfortable with him, and then I can go over some common duties to ensure their happiness and well-being. I won’t be long!” she happily trilled, before spinning around and sliding the door open, moving off to the right and out of sight.

Ellie looked around the room a little as she waited. There wasn’t all that much to look at, really. These types of rooms weren’t like your typical public vet-room, so they didn’t need any stock paintings or motivational quotes to keep the public occupied. The only thing of note was a green button mounted on a wall near a counter. It wasn’t marked with anything, but it did have a little light above it that was currently turned off. 

Ellie heard the footsteps of Millie approaching and looked expectantly at the sliding door, seeing her come into view as she slid the door back. The loud sounds of panting also became audible as a huge, fluffy german-shepherd dog also appeared lower down. Ellie looked down at the big fluffy, who also looked up at her - before Millie’s arm grasped his torso and lifted him up onto the table. She did it effortlessly despite the size of the dog, her strength clearly more powerful than her body lets on.

The dog didn’t protest at being lifted and placed, and stood still on the table as Millie let go - clearly, he was very well trained. Ellie could immediately identify the dog as a male, as its… sexual organ was very clearly erect and primed for usage. Precum drooled from the canine cock-tip onto the table,  and Ellie watched with a sort of stunned curiosity as his cock flexed and twitched in the open air. Her nose twitched as she caught a strong hit of dog-musk, which certainly wasn’t unpleasant…

“So, here he is! We have quite a lot of dogs here, so we don’t tend to formally name them - instead we use identification numbers when talking amongst ourselves, however a lot of staff do create nicknames all the same. This one is Pickles, say hello to your new friend, Pickles!” she directed the last part at the dog, who responded with a quick bark. His back-legs moved around a little as his hips swayed, causing his cock to wriggle around a little more.

“I see you’ve already noticed an issue you’ll have to be dealing with!” Millie teased, as Ellie quickly tried to avert her gaze from the dog's large, drooling cock - trying to justify herself a little before her brain caught on: “Nono, it was just, well it’s so.. Obvious and large, and… wait, what do you mean dealing with?”

Millie smirked at her, before her paws slowly slid underneath the dog and lightly grasped its cock right by the knot, giving it a little squeeze. The dog made a little grunt of pleasure, as Millie locked eyes with Ellie.

“I mean, dealing with it! It’s important to look after all parts of dogs, not just simple parts like cleaning their fur. I hope you’re not getting cold feet, Ellie! It’s really not that hard. Some simple duties will be massaging the balls to check for any abnormalities, such as lumps that could indicate cancer, cleaning of their entire cock - head, shaft and knot, as well as what’s probably the most important part of all, keeping their balls from overfilling. Is that all clear?” she asked.

Ellie stood there for a moment, reeling - holy shit! She’d… she didn’t think that her job description included this kind of stuff! She stuttered for a moment before stopping, unsure of what to do or even say next. This was completely new territory, and she was not prepared. The salary number suddenly floated into her mind, as did all the worries and issues that would appear if she wasn’t able to secure this job…

“Oh Ellie, don’t worry! Look, let’s start with something simpler - could you try and feel his balls for me? All you need to do is get your paws around them, give them a little rub or squeeze - that’s it. Let me know how they feel, or if you can feel anything that doesn’t seem right. You can do it, I believe in you!” came the happy voice of Millie, gesturing a little towards the plump, heavy-looking nutsack that dangled between the dog's rear-legs.

Ellie’s paw began to slowly move towards the dog as she tried to think things over in her mind. The movement was more automatic, an “obey the command” type of thought-process as she tried to digest her real emotions. Before she knew it, her pawtips had touched the dog's oversized balls, and she was gently beginning to grasp onto them. They were heavy, extravagantly so - of course, they had to be, considering the size… but even then it was an impressive weight. How the dog managed to haul these around all day, every day was quite the puzzling thought. She squeezed a little, the dog letting out a little noise again as its cock flexed, and an extra-large  droplet of precum splashed onto the table. Ellie gulped, before grabbing both balls with both of her paws - and began to massage them a little more earnestly, trying to do a good job. They certainly felt okay, no lumps or… anything else. Her ears twitched however, as she felt them… sloshing. They were extremely full, of course they were considering the weight…

“Okay, now - tell me, what do you feel? Any lumps?” Millie asked, and Ellie shook her head as a no. “How about the weight?” she asked next, and Ellie opened up her maw… “Uh… really heavy? Is that a valid answer?” which drew a giggle from Millie, who confirmed that was indeed an answer.

“Now, how full would you say they are?” she asked next, and Ellie tilted her head and simply tried to reply: “Full. Like,  completely.” Millie nodded at this, before gently removing Ellie’s paws from the dog's testicles. It gave a little whine as the massaging stopped, shifting around a little on its paws - but not moving off of the table yet.

“So, that was pretty easy wasn’t it? You’ll be doing this task daily on all the hounds - well, if you’re working here with these ones at least. You’ll be shifting around your duties depending on what you’re assigned to, so you’re not just stuck in one place. But a testicle examination is a pretty common staple of most work. Next, I’ll show you some cleaning.” Millie explained, before gently grasping onto the dog's cock with her paw, tugging it closer to her - which caused the dog to finally move, and it shifted to face her before sitting down on its hind-legs.

Ellie moved around to Millie’s side as she beckoned her to do so, and she got a bit uncomfortably close to the hounds cock, beginning to feel the warmth that was emanating from it. Millie didn’t say anything, but simply demonstrated - leaning forwards and dragging her tongue all the way up the hounds penis from the knot to the tip, in one slow and unbroken motion. Ellie was completely surprised at this - she thought “cleaning” would be utilising a sponge or something, not the tongue! She watched in abject curiosity as Millie began to slide her tongue all around the dog’s knot, before sliding up and down his shaft - and then taking the tip of his bright-red cock into her maw, suckling a little!

“There, I think that’s enough demonstrating - I don’t want to do all the cleaning! So Ellie, why don’t you try?” Millie asked, looking expectantly at Ellie who stood there like a deer in headlights for a moment. “You, uh… want me to… lick his cock with my tongue?” she asked, just to make sure - perhaps Millie was playing a really in-depth joke on her with this…

“Yup, go on! A tongue bath is a natural way for hounds to clean, and especially on sensitive areas like the genitals, it’s extremely advisable to avoid any sort of cleaning chemicals or irritants. Saliva has worked for them for millenia - so we simply keep the practice going. He won’t bite, so go on!” she urged, giving her a small pat on the back.

Ellie gulped as she leaned forward, unable to really protest her position anymore. She drew closer to the hounds cock, her nose twitching as the warm, oddly intriguing scent wormed its way through her nostrils. Perhaps it was just a simple evolutionary reaction, considering this dog was at least somewhat related to her DNA relatives. Her lips grew closer before gently pressing against the shaft of the dog, the tip of her tongue slightly teasing the powerful, hard, bright-red flesh. She was mainly trying to ease herself into the taste, so it wouldn’t overwhelm her, but to her surprise the dog tasted… really, really good.

Her maw opened up as her tongue began to slide down his cock, resting for a moment on his knot. Wow, that did taste good! That was a complete surprise, much to her somewhat delight at least - she was expecting this to be a horrible ordeal, but if all the dogs tasted this good… then perhaps her future here would be significantly more enjoyable. She hadn’t even realised that her tongue was dragging up and down his cock again, her lips smooching the impressively large knot now and then. Precum was drooling from the dog's cocktip, which blended into the saliva she left behind - and so she began to taste it too, a taste that was already quite enrapturing.

She sped up, her tongue wrapping around the shaft now, and her maw beginning to apply a little bit of suction everytime her lips met that warm meat. Millie leaned towards her ear as she serviced- no, cleaned… the dog, and whispered a little to her: “You don’t just have to lick, sucking is a preferred and vastly more efficient method.” 

Those words made a lot of sense, and Ellie was surprised she hadn’t already thought of that - but as her thoughts caught up to her, she realised her lips were poised right at the tip of the dog's cock, and she began to slowly lower her head down. The dog's warm, pulsating cock was enveloped by a loving, warm, nurturing new environment - her tongue teasing the head as she took his cock further and further down. At last, her lips met his knot with a smooch - and she began blowing the hound like a teenager in a bathroom stall. Up and down her muzzle bobbed - the hounds tongue lolling out of his mouth as his body relaxed under such an intense, pleasurable blowjo- “cleaning”. Ellie’s legs twitched a little as she felt a familiar, damp sensation spreading from her crotch - however, she did her best not to pay any attention to that at all… it was just a byproduct of a natural instinct, not at all indicative of her actual thoughts…. right?

Ellie’s ears twitched in surprise as she felt Millie’s paw resting on her head, keeping her from fully removing the dog's cock from her maw. She heard her whispered voice again, sounding a little more excited - “Don’t stop, Ellie. You’re learning so fast that you’ve moved into the “milking” stage already!” she giggled after that, as Ellie’s eyes grew a little wider from the realisation, but it was already too late. 

The dog let out a low growl of delight as its hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock further down Ellie’s throat whilst Millie held her down. Its knot was pressing against her lips as it began to inflate, but thankfully it wasn’t in her mouth - otherwise they might have ended up stuck together for who knows how long. Warm, milky ropes of dog-jizz began to assault her throat, as she instinctively had to swallow the exceptionally tasty puppybatter. Gulp, gulp, gulp - it all went down the hatch, as she did her best not to stop swallowing even as her lungs started to ache for fresh air. This dog was extremely productive, as its cum just kept coming - her eyes watched his testicles as they twitched and jumped in tune with the pumps of his cock. The pair of fat fluffy puppy-makers didn’t even appear to be deflating at all…

Finally she felt his orgasm taper off, and Millie’s paw let go of her head - allowing her to come up for air with a loud, desperate gasp. Poor girl! She only coughed once however, a small strand of dog cum landing on the floor. She’d swallowed the rest, which allowed everything to stay almost spotless…

“Wow! Good girl Ellie! That was an amazing first time, and you practically made no mess at all! I’m definitely giving you a glowing recommendation once we’re done! Usually, you wouldn’t be done with only one blowie - but I can help you out with this one, since we’ll be moving onto a little more advanced techniques. But for those, I’ll be showing you the kennels!” Millie brightly told her, giving Pickles’s cock a hearty smooch for a job well done, before directing him off of the table. Pickles was very well trained, and followed her every direction - although he moved closer to Ellie rather than Millie, his muzzle nuzzling right up against her skirt as the pair followed Millie past the sliding door and to the kennels. Ellie let out a little squeak as she felt the cold snout of Pickles suddenly press against her crotch, as his head ducked under her skirt… but Millie didn’t turn around, and Ellie didn’t really feel like bringing any attention to his behaviour…

Millie led them on for another minute or so, where Ellie’s panties were given a proper bath between her legs by the warm tongue of Pickles, before they made their way through a heavier-looking door and into the kennels. Immediately, the sound of multiple dogs panting and whining flooded her ears, as Ellie looked down into a long and spacious hallway, where numerous kennels lined the walls. In all fairness, the easiest way to describe the kennels was actually “cells” - but not in a bad way. Most people think of dog kennels as small and tight boxes for the dogs, which really bordered on cruelty, but here the kennels were actually as large, or perhaps larger, than proper cells for anthro’s. The cells themselves were all comfortably furnished, not at all drab or depressing, just their visuals brought up the word to Ellie’s mind (most likely assisted by the bars on the front to keep the dogs inside!)

“Oh! Seems like Pickles is already helping you along with your training! What a good boy he is!” came Millie's delighted voice, jerking Ellie out of her thoughts. She hadn’t fully realised yet, but Pickles was really starting to get into it… growling a little too, which also drew Millie’s attention. “Oh, did you wear panties today? Pickles doesn’t seem too happy. You’ll learn pretty quickly that it’s probably best to leave them at home!” she giggled to herself, which wasn’t really much of an answer, and Ellie was about to ask her to elaborate, when Pickles suddenly grasped the fabric of her panties in his fangs, and began to tug.

Ellie let out a squeak of surprise and shock, but before she could try and tug Pickles out from under her skirt, she heard the telling sound of fabric beginning to rip, and the force yanking at her crotch began to diminish. She let out a hurried protest, although it was much too late - and her body tensed up as that warm tongue suddenly slipped right into her exposed sex. Her legs clenched together, right into Pickles’s head, keeping him trapped there momentarily - which he certainly did not object to. His tongue only dug deeper, eliciting a small groan of forced pleasure from Ellie’s maw.

“Oops. I suppose I should have told you that earlier, actually. It’s a little too late now, but oh well! Pickles tends to do that, that’s why he’s here in the first place. He has a real thing for eating girls out, and the family that originally adopted him gave him to us after making the mistake of letting him sleep in their daughter's room. Although, from what I gather, they didn’t actually know until the mother walked in on them… anyway!” she clapped her paws together, obviously doing her best to stop herself from rattling off a tangent. Ellie was grateful for that, as she really didn’t feel like listening to a story about Pickles and his… tendency. She was experiencing it first hand!

“I think we should run through one more training exercise before we have a break. I’ll take Pickles back to his cage, which is right here-” she broke off, and waved a paw to the left, indicating an empty cell that Ellie hadn’t actually noticed before. She was a little bit preoccupied with Pickles’s tongue digging around inside her, and lapping at her clit - she didn’t want to say anything to Millie, but he was extremely good at this, and her juices were flowing all over his muzzle. At this rate, if she didn’t wrap up her talking soon, she’d cum right here and now…

“And then I’ll demonstrate to you how to do the next exercise. What I want you to do is to go into the cage opposite, and then just mimic my movements. I think you’ll love it, plus now that your panties are gone, you won’t have any further problems. Does that sound good to you?” Millie asked, and Ellie opened up her mouth to reply before a big burst of pleasure shot through her, causing her knees to wobble as an orgasm crashed through her. Her reply changed from a quick “Yes, that’s fine!” to a drawn out moan of “Yyeeeesssss~!”, as Pickles was treated to a fresh-from-the-tap helping of orgasmic girl-juice. 

“Oh, I see! Yeah, Pickles is really, really good. Trust me, I know first-hand. I’m glad you came now, though - we’d have had to wait otherwise, since you really can’t pull him away from a girl once he gets his tongue on them. Anyway, let me get him back in the cage whilst you recover.” She dutifully and kindly said, grasping Pickles’s large body in her paws and beginning to tug him away from Ellie. At first, she didn’t think that he’d listen - but after a few extra laps at her soaking pussy, he withdrew and allowed Millie to direct him into the cage. There, she shut the door behind them and waited as Ellie got her bearings again.

It didn’t take too long, but she still had to take a moment to get her breath back and some feeling in her legs again. She looked over at Millie and how Pickles was happily licking at her face - with the same tongue that was just deeply worming its way inside her. Millie didn’t seem to care one bit, and that level of care-free attitude gave Ellie a big boost of confidence. Clearly, working here wasn’t going to be normal in the slightest. But at this point, was that even a bad thing? She wasn’t going to be hurt here - in fact, if she was going to be treated to that strong of an orgasm every day here, or even multiple times a day, that was a prospect that definitely made her legs quiver in excitement. 

Plus, of course, there was the money - and by god did she need that.

She took a breath and made her way to the opposite cage - where a very large, obviously strong-looking husky-dog was waiting for her. Its eyes were following her every move, and as she made eye contact, it started to pant in delight with its tongue lolling out. Ellie also noticed an extremely large, obvious part of the dog that indicated its delight at seeing her: The massive erection it sported, drooling doggy-pre all over the cell-floor. That was one thing that seemed to be very common here, all the dogs had… very, very large packages. More so than she would expect, however to be perfectly fair, she’d never actually paid much attention to the cocks on dogs.

She unlatched the cell and stepped inside, the dog immediately worming its way between her legs, its tongue licking at her thighs and slowly creeping upwards. She looked over at Millie, who gave her a thumbs up - before she dropped to her knees and leant forward, sticking her rear upwards. Ellie paused for a moment, before doing the same - dropping to her knees, leaning forward, and pushed her hips upwards.

She knew what she was doing, of course. She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she saw the sight play out in front of her as Pickles jumped up behind  Millie, his body pressing down on hers - and Ellie felt her dog do the same, and felt the tell-tale feeling of a warm, twitching cock pressing against her entrance. She could feel all the precum drooling out too, lubing her up even more - even though she didn’t really need it, she was wetter than the ocean at this point.

She grasped onto the bars of the cell for support, giving them a squeeze as she felt her dog press forward, it’s cockhead slowly and lovingly starting to invade her - oh fuck, it was definitely a big one! She bit her lip in pleasure as she felt him press forward more and more, slipping the entire cockhead into her tight snatch. He was being surprisingly gentle, almost as if he knew it was her first time here, or with a dog. Although, perhaps he DID know - he’d never seen her before, obviously. Ellie looked up at Millie, as her moans started to filter into her ears - and saw that Pickles was definitely not giving her the kinder, softer treatment like her dog was. For that, she was grateful - if he’d been that rough from the start, well… she didn’t know how she’d take it.

She let out a quick delighted moan as his cock sunk deeper into her, now her pussy was smooching his knot - and he began to move back and forth, slow at first but very quickly picking up the pace. She let out grunts and gasps in tune with his thrusts as he fucked her, his knot lovingly kissing her clit - pleasure was shooting through her again and again, her paws having to squeeze down on the bars of the cell. Fuck this felt good, this felt really, really, really fucking good! She didn’t even notice when his pace began to match that of Pickles, as both girls’ moans started to coalesce together. After that, her dog started to pound her harder, it’s knot starting to sink a little deeper into her every time. Oh god it felt so very good, the pleasure melting away any other thoughts she could possibly have. Orgasm was quickly approaching, and she didn’t hold it back one bit - she cried out in delight as her pussy clamped down on her dog's knot, trying to keep it in - trying to milk it for the creamy delight it gave. 

That request was heard, loud and clear. The dog let out a loud, deep grunt into her ears as its hips pressed forward, that bulbous and powerful knot shoving itself against her waiting pussy, squeezing its way inside little-by-little, until it finally gave way with a loud, wet pop. Ellie let out a squeal of unrestrained love as those enrapturing sensations rushed through her body, flooding her nerves with pure carnal pleasure. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning like a little bitch - which, in effect, she was. She was this dog's bitch. She felt his knot begin to pump, as fertile dogspunk began to shoot from his cocktip and splash into her waiting womb. She didn’t worry about anything like inter-species compatibility - all that really mattered right now was the pleasure, her orgasm and his. Ropes after ropes of fresh dogcum splattered her insides and quickly filled her womb - but the torrent didn’t stop, causing her womb to bloat with the sheer amount of love that was being forced into her. Poor Ellie didn’t have much in the way of mental defence against a rough love-making like this, and energy began to rapidly sap from her body as the dog's orgasm started to  come to a close.

She lay there, hips still up like the obedient bitch she was, panting hard - in tune with the dog, who’s tongue lolled out and rested on top of her head. She could feel his cock continue to flex and pump, her womb giving out an abject feeling of… fulfilment. She let out a long, relieved sigh as she stewed in the warm afterglow of a proper fucking. Or perhaps “breeding” - as the thought finally began to claw its way into her mind. Ellie wasn’t sure if dogs could even impregnate anthro’s. It doesn’t help that she’s technically of the same family-tree, too… perhaps that’s a question that Millie could answer. She looked up at her, having realised that she hadn’t paid much attention to her at all.

Millie was in a similar situation to her, in fact. Laying on the floor, panting, as her dog clearly finished up its own orgasm. The obvious and apparent love on her face was radiating all around her, clearly she was more than happy with her job. In all fairness, if this was the type of treatment that was expected here, then Ellie definitely could see herself actually enjoying her time here - the twitching of her pussy was already a good indication as the thought went through her mind. Her womb was twitching too, feeling all hot and itchy, but in a slightly different way. She wasn’t too sure what to make of that, but most likely it was only because of the thoughts in her head, and not the creation of life in her womb… probably.

Ellie’s limbs began to get a little more energy in them again, and she did her best to start moving herself around a little, with the attempted goal in mind of getting the dog off of her, and then leaving the cage. Unfortunately for her, the powerful feeling of a paw on her head suddenly appeared and shoved her back down - keeping her muzzle pinned to the floor. Clearly the dog had other plans, and with a surprised squeak, Ellie realised he had begun to move his hips again. Her pussy was already very sensitive from that mind-shattering orgasm she’d experienced, and she let out a drawn-out squeal as her dog began to fuck her - again! That wasn’t right, was it?! Millie’s dog was already getting off of her, so clearly a one-n’-done round was… well, possible, but maybe it wasn’t normal? Maybe some of these dogs had vastly improved, perhaps even artificially improved, stamina regeneration? But wouldn’t that make more sense for the lab-dogs that had undergone all manner of tests and experiments? These ones were just the regulars… 

She was clearly struggling to put together the pieces, but thankfully Millie came to the rescue in this regard - she’d managed to get to her feet, copious amounts of warm, slick cum sliding down her thighs, leaving a sticky trail behind her as she exited the cage, locking the door behind her. She approached Ellie, who was holding onto the bars, and dropped to her knees to gently run a paw over her head, mainly stroking the dog's paw that held her down.

“Oops.” she started, which definitely wasn’t a token of reliability. “I might have forgotten to tell you, or, well, in all honesty I had forgotten myself… this one here is a natural breeder, capable of going multiple rounds without a break. I guess I shouldn’t have given you to him, considering you’re new and all… but, well, I guess there’s never a bad opportunity for on the job training!” she suddenly squeaked in a happier tone at the end, looking all dreamy in her eyes. Ellie wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what she actually wanted to say - and so, she let out a low whine which elicited a sympathetic look from Millie.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry - you’re gonna be in for a hell of a ride, I can promise you that! I suppose I should go get your paperwork finalised too! You don’t actually need to be present for it, I’ll just go tell Mandy that you passed with flying colours. That’s okay, right?” she asked her, tilting her head slightly.

Mandy must have been the name of the interviewer - Ellie never did ask her name. Oh well. The dog thrusting into her used and abused cunt was picking up speed, loud slaps echoing back into the cell once more - causing Ellie’s thoughts to be a little more melty, more malleable, less… rigid. Although there were a few that were persistent, and stuck around. Most of them, actually scratch that - all of them were about how much she wanted this. Wanted more. Wanted to be here. Wanted to experience more and more pleasure.

She hadn’t even realised that she was nodding. But nodding she was, fervently and lustfully as she moaned out in delight, the dogs knot grinding hard into her clit - fuck, he was so very good at this… do dogs naturally fuck this good, or was this one trained…?

“Wonderful!! I’m so proud of you Ellie, you’re gonna be so happy here!” Millie happily squealed, her paw gently cupping Ellie’s cheek before she got back on her paws and scurried away to find Mandy - leaving Ellie and the dog alone in his cell, the loud and wet sounds of sex mingling with her cries of pleasure and moans of delight.

The noise didn’t stop for quite a while. Occasionally, interspersing with the constant droning of their lovemaking, came howls and squeals of orgasmic pleasure as Ellie’s womb was filled again, and again, and again. That day was a long one, but one that she would never, ever forget.

In reality, of course, she never really would forget a day here. It would have taken significant effort on Ellie’s part in order to do so. Everything here was perfect, wonderful, and oh-so-very pleasurable. The taste of dog cum was impeccable, and even by the second day, it was Ellie’s favourite drink and snack. Her stomach was kept full with that lush, tasty, nutritious delight - as was her womb, which needed ample care too. Ellie’s thoughts didn’t stand much chance against the corrupting desire of her flesh, and the incessant cravings of the dogs in her care.

And by the third day, she was introduced to the laboratory dogs.

That’s where she was now, a week later. It rapidly became her favourite part of the sanctuary. It gave oh so many amenities, of course, and it kept bringing her back. It was incredible the sorts of scientific experiments that could be done on dogs. Aphrodisiac knot-smell. Brain meltingly addicting cum-taste. Artificially enlarging their testicles to the size of basketballs and beyond. Mutated hyper-sperm that was even visible to the eye. Or just so copious in amount, and powerful in their attacks on a girl's eggs, that she was capable of feeling millions of doggy wrigglers inseminating her, causing all manner of chained orgasms as she felt the corruption and enslavement of her womb to a dog.

Ellie’s paws gently ran over her belly. It was already growing larger now, even obvious to any outsider that she was pregnant. The rate of growth was astonishing, and she wasn’t even sure who the father was. Sure, maybe it was one of the laboratory dogs, likely one of the many, many dogs that had their virility artificially enhanced, so-much-so that a single drop of their cum could sow multiple pregnancies in any feral, or anthro, girl. Of course, that was just a drop - let alone the multiple helpings she’d received on a daily basis from those fat, fluffy cumtanks dangling between their legs.

But something in her mind told her that this litter she grew was planted right on her first day, during that long, exhausting, nerve-shatteringly orgasmic session she’d had. Of course, she also told herself a much more logical idea too - it was probably a mixture of both. Millie knew a lot more about pregnancies than she did, and so she trusted her words a bit more on the topic. 

Either way - she was going to be a mother now. She really couldn’t wait, her body tingled with excitement. Even just the feeling of little paws inside of her was enough to cause her pussy to start dripping, and she’d had to stuff her fingers inside herself more than a few times when she wasn’t tending to a dog. Millie had told her all about how good it felt to give birth to a litter, how the whole process would be one of the biggest and best orgasms she’d ever experience - a promise that seemed hard to beat, considering how many she’d had here… 

Ellie had also learnt what that tattoo Millie was sporting on her lower belly was. She had one now herself, lovingly applied by her friend in celebration of her pregnancy. Her tattoo only had one squiggly line, however, compared to the dozens that Millie had. She’d been more than happy to explain the significance though - each sperm was only added for every litter that she grew. For now, Ellie only had one… 
But, thinking about it, she really didn’t see a point when she’d want to stop. It’d even be fun to challenge herself - or, in this case, challenge Millie. How many litters could she get? What would Millie do if she ran out of space on Ellie’s womb to add more sperm marks? All very interesting hypotheticals, and ones that she couldn’t wait to solve.

Ellie began to skip through one of the laboratory-wings dedicated to “overproduction”, as multiple large, twitching dog cocks were thrust through the cage bars. All of them were drooling in anticipation, copious amounts of doggy cum splattering onto the floor. An absolute waste that Ellie was not at all happy to see!

She made her way to the first of the many cocks jutting out from the cages, lovingly planting her lips on the tip and stuffing it down her throat. She was very, very hungry right now - she’d been hungry all day, to be fair.

After all, she was eating for 7 now!

She wanted to make sure her belly was full, as Millie had told her that there was a secret surprise waiting at the end of the day, and she did not want to experience it on an empty stomach!