Kaynoe Island

Stage One: Volunteering

"Go ahead, Kevin. Keep walking, buddy." The brown-haired man took a few more steps before stopping and turning around to yell at his soon-to-be ex-wife, Deirdra. "Okay, D. This has gone far enough. What the hell is going on? What is it I had to see so bad that you had to use blackmail to get me out here this time of night? It's Friday and I'd much prefer to be out with the boys getting drunk."

"Trust me, I know. But unless you want to get fired..."

"Fine. Fine. I just want to know, that's all."

'Here' was an island three miles off the coast of Savannah. Kaynoe Island by name, it was primarily used to house a genetics research facility, and it had gotten its name as a pun. The island, years ago, had become home to hundreds of wild stray dogs, and rather than call it Dog Island or something like that, the family who owned it wanted it to be able to sell eventually, so they opted to change the word Canine to Cano and ultimately to the more fancy spelling K-a-y-n-o-e and name the place Kaynoe Island. Ironically, it turned out the reason it had sold easily was because all the dogs, which made ready test subjects for the research facility that bought it. 

It also happened to be the place where Deirdra worked as a lab manager.

"I had to use blackmail because I knew you liked that stupid job even more than you liked all those random slut bitches you were constantly whoring around with. As for what, just hold your horses, Kevin. You'll get all your questions answered soon enough."

"Fine," he grumped. "But what's to keep me from beating the shit out of you and just taking the boat back home and leaving you stuck out here."

"Monday's early shift, most likely," she said with a laugh. "And the possibility of jail time if you did any such thing."

Fuck, he thought. She had him by the balls and he knew it. It was either play along or lose the good life he had built for himself if his boss found out he had slept with her barely legal daughter. He still wasn't sure how Deirdra had managed to get that info or photographic evidence but at this point, he would have to play along to get out from under her thumb. That was fine. He could bide his time. 

"Fine. Fine. Whatever."

"Good. Then let's keep moving. That's a good boy."

He couldn't deny it. There was something about his estranged wife being so assertive, taking charge, that was turning him on. He had always liked women who knew what they wanted and went after it. That's why each of his affairs had started, even the one with the boss's daughter. 

He glanced back to see Deirdra following him. The only thing sexy about her at the moment, he thought, was her personality and her attitude toward him. It certainly wasn't the loose khakis slacks and trainers or the dumpy windbreaker that hid more of her average but not ugly figure than it showed off. Still, if he played his cards right...

"Where are we heading?" he asked. 

"There's a building behind the main lab. Take the path to the right," she said. 

He did, and within a few minutes, he and his soon-to-be ex-wife were standing in front of a concrete block building roughly the size of a mid-1800s log cabin. There were no windows, and only one heavy steel door locked with a padlock that had a card reader. 

A twelve-foot high, chain-link fence extended from both sides and seemed to disappear into the dark of the forest behind the generic-looking building. 

"Here we are," she said. 

"I assume you and the mad scientists are keeping a monster somewhere in that fence," he said. 

She laughed. "Nope. Just test animals. Mostly dogs. We give them the freedom to roam and play rather than keeping them cooped up in pens all day. Science can be humane too, even if --" and she shot the look right at him like a rifle cartridge "--some humans can't."

"What is it, D.? he asked. 

"It's what I brought you out here to see, dumb-ass."

She fished through her purse and whipped out an ID card. Flashing it in front of the lock, she waited a moment for it to beep twice and then fall open with a loud click, probably louder than normal thanks to the silence of the night. 

She pushed the door open and made a wide sweep of her arm. 

"After you," she said to Kevin.

"Yeah, sure," he said, but he went in anyway into the dark. 

There was a click behind him, and the lights blinked on and assaulted him with the heavy, super-bright, artificial light he had always hated. Not only that, but they made that awful buzzing sound that apparently only some folks could hear and fewer still were bothered by. Lucky him got to be one of those folks. 

"Geez, D. Warn a guy before you do that."

"Sit down," she said pointing to a chair in the middle of the room. The room itself seemed to him to be some kind of lab. There were stainless steel tables like he had seen at a vet's office. There were several wire-frame crates for animals. And there were two chairs that were obviously designed for the two-legged, bi-pedal animal. 

It hit him hard. 

They were doing testing on humans! Not just animals!

"Sit the fuck down, Kevin."

He was still staring at the two chairs when he felt the prick in his neck then he was no longer staring at anything except the blackness. 

When he awoke, he found that Deirdra had secured him into one of the chairs. Straps held him at his neck, chest, waist, and thighs, as well as his upper and lower arm and wrists, and finally at his ankles. 

He jerked against the straps, but he learned quickly they were too tight. He wasn't going anywhere. 

"Let me out of here!" he screamed. "Let me the fuck out of here, you bitch!"

She laughed. 

"That's great. That's rich, Kevin."

"Fuck you. Let me go."

"Do you remember that song by Alanis Morrisette we used to make fun of when we were dating in college?"

"Fuck you!" he spat as he continued to fight against the straps. 

"Oh well, your loss," she said. 

"Let me go, you bitch!"

She laughed again. "No. I don't think I will. And I don't think you'll do a thing about it either."

"What the fuck are you going to do to me?"

"Well, Kevin, first I'm going to thank you for volunteering to be one of our test subjects for this next phase of our experiments."

"What the fuck?!"

As she spoke, she filled a syringe with a pale lavender liquid. When it was full, she set the bottle of liquid aside and walked toward him, holding up the syringe.

"I hope you don't mind if I don't play the stereotypical villain mad scientist and shoot a little of this into the air. Trust me, this shit is not only expensive but it also can only be made in limited batches, so I would prefer not to waste it."

"Get that the fuck away from me!" he yelled. 

"Oh, sweetheart, I do believe I'm going to really enjoy monitoring your changes. I can't think of anyone more deserving than you."

"D! Stop this! You're fucking crazy, you bitch! Stop it now!"

But instead of stopping it, she instead plunged the needle into Kevin's arm and squeezed until all the liquid disappeared into his bloodstream.

"What is that shit?! God damn it burns!! What the fuck did you do to me, you crazy bitch?"

"And now we wait." She heaved her shoulders, sighed, then went to a sink to wash out the syringe. 

"W... Wait for what?"

"For the brand new you to arrive, of course."

Almost on cue, Kevin's body started to ache, a dull pain becoming quickly sharper and added to the fire that seemed to burn through each of his nerves. Then he could actually see the muscles shift beneath his skin. It looked like something out of a sci-fi horror movie. He would have appreciated the artistry of it on the screen, but not inside his own skin. 

"Aaarrrrrrrgggghh! Shiiiiiiiit!! Holy shit!"

He continued to scream, but the words started to slur into meaningless cries. 

His body was wracked with pain and it didn't seem to want to relent. 

His skin boiled and bubbled as if it were heating up, but Deirdra knew the truth. It was only the GenVX165 rewriting his DNA. 

But it didn't stop the pain. 

After the bubbling started to subside, Kevin heard and felt his bones start to crack, decompose, and reform. 

Within minutes, Kevin already noticed that his body was smaller. The straps no longer held his more slender arms in a secure bond. Nor did the straps around him anywhere else -- except for those at his chest. Those, on the other hand, were much, much tighter. And they divided his growing chest almost in half, like two water balloons with a rubber band in the middle. 

Wait! Those were breasts. He was growing breasts?!

He had to get away, especially now that the chair couldn't hold him as well. But there was just so god damn much pain that he couldn't move. 

He tugged against the strap one more time, and then a new pain hit him right in the crotch. He could feel his manhood venture inside him and flay out like a fallen flower. Something tingled, and it felt like the last vestiges of his cock, but with all the pain he just couldn't tell. 

That's when he passed out the second time during the night. 

Stage Two: Feminine Wiles

This time when Kevin came to, he was no longer in the chair. Instead, his bitch of a wife had put him in one of the wire-framed cages. He was forced to remain either on all fours or squat on his back legs like a rabbit since the cage was only about two and a half feet tall. The cage was locked with a digital lock similar to the one on the door that Deirdra had to use her ID card on to unlock.

He was also naked. 

Well, he was perhaps the wrong pronoun. 

The creature squatting in the cage could never be mistaken for a man, and most assuredly for Kevin. No, this lovely specimen was a petite blonde woman with soft, light brown streaks in her hair. Where Kevin once had an average if not enviable cock, this girl had a patch of dark curls resting atop her pussy. She also had two noticeable but not stupendous tits hanging from her chest. Her long blonde hair hung low enough to touch her shoulders. 

"What the hell di--" The girl stopped cold when she heard the voice. "My voice? What happened to my voice?"

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with your voice, dear. I think it sounds sweet and rather charming. And it fits your new body perfectly, don't you think?"

"What... How... I'm a woman."

Deirdra grinned. "My, you're very perceptive, aren't you?"

"How did you turn me into a woman?"

Deirdra rolled a chair near the front of Kevin's cage and sat down. She crossed, then recrossed her legs before beginning to respond. 

"I could be a complete asshole and say, 'Genetics, duh?' but I won't do that. After you, with all the help you're giving me by being a..." she smiled with something that must have matched the expression of a lion sizing up its prey. "... volunteer, I figure I owe you an explanation at least."

"Change me back, please. I'll do anything. I'll throw out the prenup. Hell, I'll stop the divorce. Whatever you want, D."

"My, my, just a few hours as a woman, and you're attitude is already improving. Maybe I should have done this years ago." 

"At least let me out of this cage." 

"Oh," she said warmly. "I don't think so, darling."

"Please, D. "Where do you expect me to try to run away to like this?"

"Oh, my sweet, clueless Kevin," she said. "It's not about keeping you from running away. It's about keeping you docile until the next phase begins. Oh, no, darling. I'm still not done with you, not by a long shot."

"Please, D. I'll do anything."

"Well, yeah, you ultimately will, but for now, why don't we start with not calling me D anymore? My name, as I told you all during our marriage is Deirdra. Say it with me, Kevin-girl. Deirdra. Deer-Druh. Deer-Druh. Deirdra. See, it's not really so difficult after all, is it, sweetheart?"

"Please..."

"Sorry, but no, dear. We have miles to go before we sleep, as the poet said."

Kevin launched her smaller body against the sides of the cage, but it held firm. 

Deirdra laughed out loud. 

"Go ahead, Kevin-darling, you just wear yourself out. That may look like a cheaply made dog crate you could pick up at a pet store, but it's not. That right there, sweetheart, is designed to safely and securely hold the largest and most dangerous canines. These are approved for wolves. I doubt there's much damage poor little ol' you can do to it, but you go ahead and give it a shot. I know how much male pride you have -- well, pride may be the only male attribute you have left actually."

She pushed her foot against the cage to give it a rattle, then recrossed her legs. 

"Anyway, back to that explanation..." She sucked in a long, deep breath. "The short answer is still genetics. The long answer would be way too complicated for you to understand in a million years. But the middle answer, I think maybe that might be somewhere on your level and still give enough details to satisfy your curiosity."

"Fuck my curiosity, D! I want my dick back."

She smiled again, then let it lapse into a frown. 

"I told you, my name is Deirdra, but I think in order to teach you a little respect, you're going to have to refer to me as Doctor Yates from now on. At least while I still allow you to speak, that is."

"Allow me..."

"Well, yes, Kevin. I did say we weren't nearly done yet, didn't I? Did I stutter?" She relaxed her expression. "Now, let's make a deal. You stop interrupting and let me explain things to you, or I can just gas you and do a little larynx surgery while you're out to take away your ability to be a verbal asshole. Your choice? Quiet, obedient girl or quiet, never say another fucking word again girl?"

Kevin shut up and sat on her ass in the back of the cage. 

"Well, we've been looking into all kinds of ways to strengthen DNA and to extend the healthy lives of human beings, but not only them. Also some species of animals, particularly those used for food so that their new traits get passed to those who consume them. So, we've been working mainly with prey animals right now to get the formulas right before we work on actual livestock. As such, we've mostly been injecting the dogs on the island and the birds and rodents they catch and eat. We've been looking for just the perfect human specimen, and I was so lucky that you volunteered."

Kevin opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it and clamped it shut again. 

"See, you can learn," Deirdra said. "One of the first things we learned was that females tend to outlive males, not only among people but among other species as well. So our first step was to create a way to recode DNA to cause an instantaneous transformation from male to female so that we had more females to test."

"Test me for what?"

"Don't interrupt darling, but I was just getting to that. I'm not interested in testing a human female. Don't let those chairs fool you. Those are just left over from some earlier work. I'm far more interested in the female subject you are becoming. So, now, I have to prepare you for the next stage of the experiment." 

She stood up and pushed the chair back to the desk from which she had taken it. Then she opened a cabinet and retrieved a large bottle of blue gel that sparkled even under the artificial lights. 

"This is what I like to call our 'halfway sauce,'" she said. "It's a cocktail of DNA and RNA from specific canine sources. Each bottle is based on a different blend. One could be a mix of German Shepherd and Rottweiler. One could be pure Border Collie. The strains and combinations are endless. This one, though," she said as she read the label, "is a combination of Yellow Lab and Border Collie with a little bit of Irish Setter though in for that long, luxurious coat. Purely aesthetic, I'm not too proud to admit."

As she spoke, she grabbed another syringe and filled it with the blue gel. 

"Now, Kevin darling, are you going to be a good girl and come take your medicine, or am I going to have to gas you so you can't enjoy the next batch of changes? I'd really hate for you to sleep through them."

"Please, D--" she started, but then she corrected herself, "Please, Doctor Yates."

"Think of how special you are, the first person to ever undergo multiple transformations. Think of how much your experience will be to the well-being of hundreds of millions of people later. Oh, no, darling. No amount of please Doctor Yates will slow us down now."

"Please... I'm begging you..."

As the girl who had been Kevin cried and begged, she put her shoulder against the side of the cage, and Deirdra seized her opportunity, jabbing the needle into the upper arm and emptying the blue gel into the girl's bloodstream.

"No... God no..." the girl cried and slumped to a ball of human whimpering on the bottom of the cage.

Stage Three: Half and Half

The first change Kevin noticed was that her body grew a soft, but extensive covering of hair. Or more accurately fur. What had once been bare skin was now coated and covered with the same brown and blonde hair that had been only on her head before the second injection. Even her tits were furry, although they still had noticeable nipples and areolas. 

The pubic hair that had been a single patch of black curls about her snatch had faded from coarse curls to soft down and had taken on the same brown-blonde share as the rest of her body. 

The hair on her head still hung long on her shoulders but it also framed a face unlike the one she had either as Kevin the man or Kevin the woman. Her nose extended in a snout and her tongue hung limply from the side of her mouth. It touched a long, sharp tooth that made it jerk back into her mouth. 

Fangs! She had fucking fangs. 

Not only that. Her hands, while still mostly human hands with four fingers and a thumb, had grown black pads on the palm and under the fingers, much like a dog might have. And her fingernails. Well, they were far more claws than nails. 

For the briefest of moments, she entertained the thought of trying the cage again and slashing that bitch who had transformed her into... into... into... this creature, but when she touched the wire-frame, she got a shock that sent her reeling to the floor. As she fell, she hit the back of the cage, which triggered another shock. When the shaking and shock ended, she cowered in the middle of the cage. 

"Just in case you got any ideas about trying to be the big, bad wolf all of a sudden, sweetheart," she said. "I turned on the electricity to the cage."

"Fuck!" the girl snarled, and she was surprised to find her voice about an octave lower than it had been before. It also had a more feral quality, a sort of hunger beneath the tone and timbre. 

"I do have to say that you're quite exquisite now. Breathtakingly beautiful. There's not a zoo on earth that wouldn't pay several million to have you on display."

"What am I?" the she-dog asked. 

"You're a one-of-a-kind, that's what you are. You are a genetic soup of human female and canine DNA. I supposed the closest equivalent would be a werewolf -- but without all that silly moon and silver bullet nonsense. You're probably more like something from a cartoon or better yet, one of the Japanese monster girl shows. You're either a dog built like a woman or a woman built like a dog. At this point, it's like the old cliche says, six of one or a half dozen of the other."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Well, we have to test this out on somebody, Kevin." Deirdra scrunched up her face in thought. "Oh, that reminds me. You're really not much of a Kevin anymore, so I got you this in anticipation of our time together tonight."

She pushed a white box about six inches long and two inches wide between the bars and told the she-dog to take it. 

It did not. 

Instead, the box fell on the bottom of the cage with a thud and the package bounced open. Inside was a mesh collar with a bone-shaped tag hanging from it. The tag read: 

Duchess

If found, please return to the 

Kaynoe Island Research Lab

On the opposite side, it had the lab's phone number and an email address for, fuck, shit, Doctor Deirdra Yates. 

"Oh," said Doctor Yates. "Don't worry about that. It's just for show. Like there's any way you could escape this island anyway," she added with a laugh. "Now, the important thing you need to know about that collar is that it has a tracker so we always know where you are on the island, and it is fused with a wire weave so that it can still deliver a shock for any training you might need from time to time."  

It was only then that Duchess noticed how her leg joints were odd from the knee down, as if her feet were lengthened and had an extra joint halfway along them, more canine than human. 

"So if you don't mind putting that on, please, Duchess."

"Like hell, I will," the she-dog yelled.

"So freshly reborn and already a bad dog, I see."

"I'm not a dog and you know it."

Doctor Yates smiled and walked to a cabinet in the corner. She opened it and took out a cattle prod. "You never know what kind of tools you'll need when you work with wild animals." She held the prod by her side and returned to the cage. She squatted nearby and held up the prod so Duchess could see the tongs. "Last chance to be a good dog, Duchess. Put on that collar, and I won't have to use the prod."

Duchess did no such thing, only growled at the doctor who used to be her wife in a life that seemed almost a lifetime ago. 

"Then I have no choice. You are making me do this, pet."

With that, the doctor lit up the tongs with bottled lightning and shoved the prod into the cage. Duchess backed away until she hit the wire behind her, then yelped and fell forward onto the prod. She shrieked at the pain of the shock and howled out like a wolf that had been shot. 

the doctor removed the prod from the cage. 

"Will you put on the collar now, Duchess?"

"My name is Kevin." 

"That's not what it says on your collar, Duchess."

The doctor rattled the tongs of the prod along the side of the cage. "What's it going to be, pet? Good girl or bad girl? I've got all the time in the world to train you."

"You can't do this, Doctor Yates," she said. "Please. I'm a person. I'm your husband. I'm not a pet."

"Don't be silly, Duchess. Of course, you're not a pet. I told you that the tag was more for show. None of the dogs on this island are pets. They're wild animals, just like you are. You're tagged for tracking, sweetie, not because we're trying to domesticate you. Or at least you will be as soon as you get that collar on."

Duchess lifted the collar into her furry claws and stared at it. Once she did this, it was all over. Doctor Yates, Deirdra, D, the wife, all of them rolled up in one would have total control over her, and be able to shock her into submission at any time.

"You do know that I could still gas you and then just do it myself, but I think the symbolism of you doing it willingly is way too important for you to experience, you know."

Duchess gazed at the collar and then at the floor of her cage. 

"If I do this, you'll let me out of the cage?"

"Shortly, yes." 

"Fine." With that, Duchess fastened the collar around her neck. It fit tightly enough to feel uncomfortable but not so tight that it choked her. She tugged at it. Something chimed and clicked shut behind her. 

"Don't worry. That's just the digital lock on the collar. It works like the padlock on the door. It takes a key card to unlock it."

"Let me out, please," Duchess said, her voice a hollow whimper now, almost the kind of whine a dog might make when it has separation anxiety from its master." 

"Almost," said Doctor Yates. "Just one last stage and then you'll be free to go and wander the island." 

Duchess said as comfortably as she could on her ass with that goddamn tail getting in the way. She tried several positions and finally decided it was far more comfortable to be up on all fours. In doing so, though, she bumped the side of the cage and flinched immediately, expecting the shock. But it didn't come. 

the doctor must have seen her because she said, "No need for the electricity on the cage now, little Duchess. Not now that you've got your collar on." 

That was at least some slight relief, and the she-dog watched with rapt attention as the woman who had been her wife at the beginning of the evening but now was little more than the doctor who controlled her future prepared combined several bottles of various colored liquids and gels and serums on the table in the middle of the room. 

"I see you are more comfortable on four legs already. That's good. That's good," she said as she glanced over between measuring and pouring chemicals. "If you can be patient just a little bit longer, you'll be far more comfortable that way soon."

"What is the next stage, Doctor Yates?" Duchess asked. "It's not like I can do anything about it anyway."

The doctor grinned. "No, but I still want it to be a surprise for you, sweet girl." 

"I think I've had all the surprises I can't stand tonight."

"I guess we'll just have to see then, won't we?"

Duchess continued to watch for another half-hour judging by the clock on the wall before Doctor Yates finally stopped her mixing and measuring. 

"That ought to do it," she said. 

"What will that do to me?" Duchess asked. 

"I know what it should do," the said. "But, as I said before, you're our first guinea pig, so there might be some surprises too."

"Please," the she-dog begged one last time. "Change me back before this goes too far. Please. I won't ever say a word about it. I'll give you the house, the investments, everything. I'll leave town and never bother you again."

She grinned warmly. "Two things, Duchess my precious. First, I'm going to get all those things anyway. When you disappear, since the divorce hasn't gone through yet since neither of us has signed the papers, all of that will come to me legally, free and clear. I can be patient and wait for it. And while you're here running around on the island as one of our test subjects, you're right. You'll never be a bother to me again. I'll collect you if and when I need you, and other than that, I'll never have to see you." She laughed. "You'll just be a GPS blip on a screen as far as I'm concerned, like all the other dogs we've tagged."

"D..."

"I'll let that one slide since you're so cute right now with your little wet, black puppy dog snot and puppy dog nose." She waved at the sad, broken she-dog in the cage before continuing. "Second -- I did say there were two things, didn't I? -- it's already too late. It's already gone too far. Right now, there's a cocktail of genetic drugs in your system that have changed you from a man to a woman and then from a woman to a woman who is half-dog. I don't know that we could ever remotely find enough of your base DNA from before to begin to formulate something that could change you back to Kevin."

She frowned. 

"Not that I would ever understand why anyone would want to be that prick. What an asshole. Don't you agree, Duchess? You're much nicer like this, aren't you? Much sweeter and more obedient."

"Please..."

"Okay," she said. "Enough of that. Scoot your furry but over here to the side of the cage and let me give you this last injection and when it does its work on you, I promise I'll let you out of the cage."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, as the kids say."

Duchess sighed deeply, but deep down she knew there was no other option. She shuffled to the side of the cage nearest the doctor, and she waited for the sting where the needle jabbed her furry ass.

"Now, that's a good, sweet puppy, Duchess," Doctor Yates said, and went over to clean the syringe and put away her chemicals. 

"How long do I have to wa--" Duchess said, but her throat constricted, and all that could come out was a loud bark. 

What now?! she wondered.

Stage Four: Quadruped

The “what now” Duchess had wondered about happened quickly, much faster than the initial, painful, body-horror transformation from Kevin into a young woman. There was a sudden crunching of bones and snapping of tendons, and Duchess felt her already part canine body shift into something that wasn't quite fully dog but wasn't able to stand up on two legs either. Her entire pelvic region shifted and reset until her legs were attached high on her hips like a dog's legs. Her arms crackled and squelched and in no time she found herself no longer on her hands and knees but on her front paws and rear paws. Her tail still flowed and wagged throughout the process from just above her ass, which was now about the same level off the ground as her head. Her pussy rested exposed completely beneath her sphincter and tail.

Her face and neck had shifted as well, and she found she could see forward more easily without having to stretch out her neck so painfully. Apparently, her new neck also allowed her to lean down to sniff the ground and eat from a quadrupedal stance as well. 

Her boobs, still only the two from the original change, hung between her forelegs and dangled freely each time her body moved. 

Her hair still hung long over her head and shoulders, more a human style than that of a dog, but she figured that after a few days in the wild, even that would look less styled and more wild. 

She tried to speak, to ask Doctor Yates what was happening, but she found the only communication that she could make were barks, yips, yaps, whines, whimpers, or bays. 

When it all stopped, she found the door to her cage open and Doctor Yates waiting for her, calling her to come out. 

“Come on, Duchess. It's okay. You can come out now, sweetie,” said the doctor. “Everything's all done. No reason to be cooped up in the nasty old cage anymore.”

the doctor tapped the floor, just like she would call any other dog... other dog. That's all she was now, wasn't she? Just any other dog. Duchess, another of the wild strays to roam Kaynoe Island. Just another subject to be tested. 

Just. 

A. 

Dog. 

“There, there. That's a good girl.”

The doctor opened her hand to reveal a strip of meat, and Duchess had to admit that it smelled amazing. 

“Come on, girl. Come get your treat.” 

Duchess took two tentative steps out of the cage, sniffing the air and wanting the meat but still not trusting the woman who held it. Still, the meat called her more than the woman did. In her mind, she knew she should stay in the safety of the cage, but the meat... 

The dog-girl took another three steps out of the cage and sniffed the meat in the woman's hand. One more step and she could take it. 

She grabbed the meat with her teeth and chomped it quickly, savoring the flavor of the dried strip of beef jerky. As she chewed, something clicked, and she realized suddenly that the woman had attached a leash to the collar. 

She tried to pull away, but the woman held her fast. 

"It's okay, Duchess. It's just me, Doctor Yates. You can trust me. Be a good girl, okay?"

The woman reached to pet her head and Duchess eyed her warily. 

"Come with me, Duchess. I want to show you off."

With little choice but to obey, the woman led the dog-girl to a wall with a half mirror attached to the back of a four-foot flat scale for weighing most pet-sized animals. 

"Step up, sweetie." 

Duchess stepped onto the metal plate of the scale with all four paws.

"Seventy-two pounds. Good." The woman made some notes on a pad. "Of course, that takes into account the extra human weight of your torso. If I had fully transformed you into a dog, you'd probably weigh about twenty or so pounds less than that. But right now, you had the cutest little doggie legs and tail and snout, but there is still enough human in you to cause people to wonder just what the hell you actually were -- if anyone other than me and a few other doctors were ever allowed to see you, that is."

Duchess checked out her reflection. She was certainly the oddest dog she had ever seen. Her hair hung over her head along with her floppy dog ears, but still, it framed her snouted face like a hairstyle might frame a woman's face. And my new female breasts, while covered in brown-blonde fur, were still large and prominent, like those of a woman, not flat and reduced to mere nipples, like those a bitch might have on her soft belly. 

"Yes," Doctor Yates said as she stroked the fur on the dog-girl's back and sides. "You're all woman back here too. I thought you might prefer to keep the human ass and sex organs rather than go full-on Collie-Lab mix bitch."

She patted Duchess's side, and the new puppy found her hand warm and welcoming before she caught herself and shook the acceptance from her mind. 

"Just stay right here a minute," she said and returned to her table of chemical and medicines."

Sure enough, she came back to the scales with yet another needle. This one contained a clear liquid that looked like either water or vodka. Duchess guessed it was neither.

"Aren't you just the cutest puppy ever?" she asked. She laid the needle on a shelf above the scales, way out of the dog's reach even if she propped up on her back legs. "This might feel a bit weird," she said. "Probably a little uncomfortable too. Sorry."

Then the doctor put on a pair of latex gloves, snapped them like a rubber band once the fit was right, and then smiled at the dog-girl with the kind of expression that explained she had nothing to be mad about anymore, no reason to hate the transformed man at her mercy, not the new dog that person had become anyway, now that she had won. 

She gently shoved one finger, then two, inside the puppy-girl's pussy. "Good, good," she said, then added two fingers from her other and opened the dog up wide for what had to give a clear view all the way inside to the back of her puppy-dog womb. "Looks like the first injection got the age just perfect," she added. “You're body is the equivalent of a nineteen year old young woman at the peak of her sexually adventurous years.” She smiled. “That way, you can have all the benefits we need of your new puppy dog body, but also the added benefit of a nice long life in human female years instead of dog years.”

Then she let go with the fingers of one hand and went all the way in with the other hand until the mouth of the dog's still human cunt closed around her wrist. 

Duchess whimpered, wanting to tell her, beg her to stop, to let her know her hand was too big. She wanted, no, needed to make the doctor understand that it hurt to be stretched out like that. But she had no voice, no human voice anyway. Doctor Yates had taken that away with the last shot. And she had reduced her to a mere test animal. Why would her feelings matter anymore? Her sole purpose was to be part of the doctor's experiments, whatever they were. If that meant giving her shots, then she was a pin cushion. If that meant her pussy needed to be stretched and measured, then she put on the gloves and went inside. Duchess had no say. Be still and take it, and Duchess was a good girl. Fight back, and there was no telling what might happen to Duchess if she became a bad girl.

"Almost ready," the doctor said as her hand slipped out with a loud, wet pop. 

She stood up, grabbed the syringe from the shelf, and then dropped to her knees behind the odd dog. "I'm not gonna lie, Duchess. This is not going to be pleasant, but I want you to keep still and endure it."

Her hand disappeared again inside the dog's sex organ and felt around until she reached what had to be the opening to her womb. Then the hand retreated, but only for a moment, and when it went back inside it was holding the syringe. 

Duchess yelped and barked like a beast possessed when the needle jabbed into the soft tissue at the mouth of her womb. The liquid that went inside her burned like a thousand flashes of lightning striking inside her at the same time. 

"I know. I know. Hold on, sweetie," said Doctor Yates, and a few seconds later both the invading hand and the terrible needle were out of her. 

"I bet you're wondering what that was for," the doctor said. 

Duchess gazed up at her former wife who now totally controlled every aspect of her existence. The still human eyes were wet from sobbing and seemed to say Yes, please, I'd like to know what that was for.

"Well, my sweet pup, you remember I told you earlier that we were studying the effects on the dogs. You may not know this, but a first-generation test isn't really that helpful in the long run, not when you're interested in studying how the new traits pass along to offspring." She smiled. 

Duchess whimpered. 

"Yes, you heard me correctly, Duchess. Offspring. Even after that second injection, you weren't quite canine enough, well not on the inside where I needed it. So that little jab you just got was to help fix that. We'll give that some time to stew inside you, and then we'll see how well you adapt to it."

Duchess looked up at her with wet, pleading eyes. 

"No, no, girl. It's a surprise. I don't want to ruin it for you." 

Then she walked the dog-girl back to one of the crates and told her to get inside, which she did. Duchess noticed that this crate was just a bit larger than the previous one, and she lay down on the floor of the cage and rested her snout on her folded paws.

"Now, you just rest. You've had a very busy night, Duchess. I'll see you in a few hours, but I've had a busy night too and I need to rest as well. So I'll just leave you here while I go take the couch in the break room and watch a little TV to pass out to."

Then she closed and locked the crate then walked to the door, shut off the lights, and locked the door behind her. 

Duchess was alone in the dark. Alone in her cage. Alone with her thoughts. Alone with her fears.

Stage Five: Explored

Hours later, Doctor Yates returned, only she wasn't alone. She had brought another dog. One of the wild strays on the island, Duchess assumed. He wasn't on a fancy leash and collar, but instead a sort of thick, coarse, noose-type rope that went around his neck and tightened if he tried to pull away. 

"Good morning, Duchess," Yates said. "This is... well, hell, he doesn't have a name. He's just one of the boys."

He was a big dog, a good two to three inches taller than she was, with a thick, solid build and a thin coat of black and tan. He was a mutt, no denying that, but he sure seemed to have at least a little German Shepherd or Rottweiler or Pit Bull in him. Maybe all of them. 

Duchess shuddered at the sight of the powerful dog as it examined her, the odd-looking bitch dog in the cage he was being led toward.

the doctor held the rope but she allowed the male dog to circle the cage and sniff the female inside it. Each sniff caused Duchess to quake and turn around on her paws so she could keep an eye on him. When he reached her behind, he stopped and shoved his long nose into the bars of the cage. 

"Be still, Duchess. Be a good girl and let him get to know your odor. That way, if he encounters you on the island later, he'll remember you and probably won't attack. If anything, he'll remember you as the bitch he met in the lab and either ignore you or, if you're really lucky, hang around to protect you."

Duchess did as she was told, and she even managed to be completely still, more a statue of a dog than a dog itself, as the male's cold nose pressed against her ass first and then her cunt. She even suppressed the shuddering that threatened to make her body quake and cower. 

"See, boy," the doctor said to the male. "This is Duchess. She's a good girl." She turned to face the terrified female dog. "Right, girl? You do plan on being a good girl today?"

Duchess wagged her snout up and down to say yes, but what she really wanted was to be able to ask just what was that stuff about offspring and what exactly did that painful injection inside her pussy do to her. She hadn't felt or noticed any changes like she had with the other shots. 

"Good, and that's cute, You shaking your head yes -- as if you were still a human being. Cute."

She returned her attention to the male. 

"She smells good, doesn't she, boy? You like that smell? Just you wait a few days. You'll really love the way she smells then."

She led the male to the front of Duchess's cage, then she used the ID card and the lock beeped and clicked open. She unfastened the latch and opened the door. Then she ushered the male inside the cage. 

So that, Duchess realized finally, was the reason for the larger cage. She wasn't going to be alone in it all the time.

The bigger dog entered, and Duchess stepped back into the far corner, making as much room as the wild mutt might want and having no plan to fight him for it. Doctor Yates closed the door behind her and Duchess's still human eyes grew wide with fear. 

"Now, you two get comfortable with each other. I'll be back in a minute."

Duchess discovered quickly there was nowhere else to go with her ass pushed against the corner of the cage. The male approached and shoved his snout into just about every inch of her. He pushed against her side, then her neck, forcing her head up. Then he sniffed between her forelegs and focused much of his attention on her chest. Apparently, he too realized it was nothing like the chests of any other female of his species on the island. His cold nose brushed her nipple and she whined softly. He took that as an invitation to continue his exploration. He pressed his nose deeper between her front legs and the closer he got to her belly, the more she shook. Finally, just as he was about to give her pussy a good sniff, he relented and sat in front of her, his nose almost touching hers. 

His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked her face. Then it licked her again. Several more times. 

"Awww," said Doctor Yates. "I just knew you two would hit it off. I think he likes you. Looks like you may have found a Duke to your Duchess, girl."

the doctor laughed at her joke. 

"What do you think, boy? You like the name Duke? I could get you two a set of matching collars."

Yeah, Duchess thought, that's exactly what I want, to get shacked up with a wild mutt. 

"Aren't you going to be a good girl and give him a kiss too?" Yates asked. "After all, he pretty much lavished his all over you to say hello."

Duchess shook her head no.

Yates laughed. 

"Now, you listen, sweet girl. Dogs greet each other, and their owners, with kisses. It's just the way of the world. And what you still need to understand, is that you, well, you're a dog. A little bit of human still left in the way you look, but not much, and certainly not enough to give you any reason to think you're not just another dog here on the island. So, I'd advise you to be sweet and show your new Duke how much you appreciate him kissing you instead of biting you."

Duchess lowered her face toward the floor. Then she lifted it again and poked out her long pink tongue to lick the male dog's face. She did to him exactly as he had done to her. She licked his snout. She licked the side of his face. She even licked his ears and went back to lick his snout several more times. 

When she finished, she felt absolutely humiliated. 

Duke -- because, well, she had to think of him as somebody, and Duke was as good as any other name -- lay down beside her and whimpered softly. 

"I know, buddy," Doctor Yates said. "I know what you were expecting when you saw a bitch in the cage. Every other time, it's been a female all ready to go. Well, this one is special, you see. She hasn't had her first heat yet. That's why I brought you in. She's going to need a little help."

the doctor put on a latex glove and grabbed a small bottle of dirty liquid. She squatted near Duchess and opened the bottle. Immediately Duke lifted his head and bayed loudly.

"I know, boy. You recognize that odor, don't you?"

Duchess's nose didn't recognize the smell, but it did register in her brain as something important, something crucial, something that she should remember.

"Get used to that odor, Duchess. Soon enough you won't need my help to produce it. Your cute little furry body will produce it all on its own. That is the urine of a bitch in her heat cycle. Why do you think your Duke is so excited by it?"

With her ass and labia already shoved as far against the corner as possible and Duke blocking the cage floor in front of her, Duchess knew there was nowhere to go to escape what was coming next. 

Sure enough, the doctor shoved two gloved fingers into the bottle and then smeared the urine along Duchess's labia. Then she dipped them in the bottle again and slather even more of the vile stuff along the she-dog's open pussy lips. And then one last dip and with that one she shoved her fingers inside the bitch's twat and gave the inside a good smear to match the outside. 

The more the doctor smeared the heat urine in and on her, the more excited Duke became. He stood up and bounced on his forepaws, barking and licking her all over.

"There you go, Duchess. All nice and ready. You see, every time I bring this good boy inside the lab, it's to mate with one of the females we've worked on. So imagine his surprise when he came in today and didn't get the familiar scent of a bitch ready and waiting for him. Of course, you just got the shot last night, so you're body isn't quite ready to produce the pheromones required to drive a male to mate. In your case, because of all your transformations, you require a little help getting there."

By this time, Duke was growling and pushing his nose into the corner, trying to reach Duchess's ass and pussy, where the smell that was driving him crazy was coming from. 

Duchess, knowing full well what her former wife had done to her and most likely planned all along, kept her ass shoved tight against the cage to keep her canine virginity intact. 

"I think he really likes you, Duchess," said Doctor Yates. 

The more he growled, the more Duchess growled back at him. He had a good twenty pounds on her, but she had the determination not to be mounted. But she hadn't counted on his determination to make sure she got mounted as nature intended. Years and years of evolution were telling him the time had come to ensure the continuation of his species, and there was no way a headstrong female was going to deny him. Certainly not when her odor gave off every indication she wanted it as much as he did. 

"You do know that the only way you're going to be helpful to my study is to produce a litter and keep producing them so I can see how well your puppies adapt to the changes in you and the males on the island."

Duchess barked once loudly, a firm no. Or, at least, that was the intention. Whether the doctor got the message or not, she couldn't tell. She had far more important issues to deal with at the moment.

"And if you're not ultimately helpful to my work, then I don't really have much of a reason to keep you around anymore, do I? I mean, you're super cute, but, like I told you, you're not here to become anybody's pet. You're here for one reason, and that is to be part of the experiment."

Duchess kept her eyes on the doctor but kept her teeth bared at Duke. 

"But, if that's the way you want it, I suppose I do have options at my disposal. I could always attach your leash to one of the blocks so you had nowhere to go and then the boys could come to mount you freely until I no longer needed to create a false heat for them. Then in a few weeks, you would go into heat yourself, and making you want to stick your ass in the air for them wouldn't be much of an issue anymore.

"Or, if you're determined to be such a useless mutt, I just set you free in the roaming grounds with the urine slathered all over your ass and pussy, and eventually, you'd lose to some horny male dog and likely come out of it with all kinds of scratches and bites but deflowered nonetheless.

"I was hoping, though, that the act of giving yourself freely to a nice dog like Duke, would be helpful to you, would help you cement and accept your new identity here. And if you gave yourself instead of simply being taken, I assumed that might spare you some humiliation.

"Of course, with any of these options, the ultimate goal is still accomplished. You get mated, and all the new chemicals sloshing around inside you get triggered so that you begin to go into heat all on your own. Only then, instead of trying to avoid it, you'll be the one begging for it, ass up so that nature can accomplish its goal of making you a mommy." 

Doctor Yates brought the jar over to her again and slathered more of the disgusting urine along the insides and outside of her vagina. As she did, she pinched the poor she-dog's still human clitoris.

"I bet you didn't take this little beauty into consideration. I let you keep this so that you could actually enjoy yourself. I mean, sure, the idea of your strutting around the island actually enjoying mating because that unsheathed doggy prick makes your clit happy -- not to mention the orgasm you'll get when his knot joins you together and then all but rubs the skin off your clit on the way out -- makes me happy since it will also humiliate you. But I figure that's better than just leaving you to be unfulfilled and relegated to a puppy-making factory without any true enjoyment of making love."

She squeezed the little bud again, and Duchess yelped out loud, this time from pleasure, not from pain.

"Imagine how nice that would feel if you turned around and let him mount you. All he wants to do is pump his potential babies into you, but you could actually orgasm from the attention. You could experience the kind of climax no dog bitch ever has before. I said you were going to be one-of-a-kind, and I wasn't kidding." 

Another squeeze. 

Another yelp. 

"And all you have to do is turn around and show Duke just how much you really want it."

the doctor leaned in and whispered the rest. 

"Or it would be just as easy to put you down and have your body burned to ash like we do all the wild dogs that aren't useful for our experiments." She motioned toward the cabinet. "I keep a regular supply of pentobarbital for just such an occasion. It's all very peaceful and humane. The poor animal simply drifts off to sleep and never wakes up again. Then the carcass is burned at a high flame to its base minerals, and the ashes, which are really mainly bone fragments and not ashes at all, are tossed into a pit out back, and then we all move on as if the troublesome dog never existed."

She grinned. 

"But I would much rather see you live out a long, happy life here with the other dogs, making lots and lots of puppies, and helping save lives by taking part in our work."

She stood up and cocked her head to one side.

"Of course, it's your choice, Duchess. Be a good dog or be a bad dog. Rewards or punishment."

Duchess whined and lowered her head. 

"Don't tell me, girl. Tell him."

The she-dog took a long, deep breath and shifted her ass from the confines of the corner, then turned slowly around. No sooner had her labia become available, Duke's snot was buried inside her pussy. His tongue lapped at her as if she were water and he was dying of thirst. 

the doctor laughed as Duchess started to pant from the attention. 

Duchess couldn't help herself. Each stroke of Duke's course, wet, sloppy tongue stroked right across her still human female clit. 

"So you do like that after all, Duchess? I told you you would. Give it a few weeks and it won't even be humiliation anymore, just pleasure."

Eventually, though, after her first orgasm as the unique dog-girl she had become, she managed to turn around with her face in the corner and her ass and pussy facing Duke. 

"You've seen dogs do this before, I'm sure," the doctor said. "Face down, ass up, and keep your tail from getting in his way. He'll find you no problem."

And he did.

Sure, he rutted around and poked and missed a few times, but without any help from her, he finally rammed his unsheathed pink cock inside her. Then he knew just what to do, and he pumped her furiously like a beast possessed. There was no passion, no love-making, just the need to make her a mommy bitch. But from her perspective, each pounding stroke made his cock slide across her clit since, from her previous human perspective, her pussy was not just open and available, but in the perfect position for Duke's forceful upward stroke, and her clit was more readily available to be rubbed and teased. 

Duchess whined with a low moan, and her breath came in short bursts until his knot pushed inside her, making her cum with a loud howl that surprised even her. Locked together, and sure that his seed would have every opportunity to join her eggs if she had been producing any yet, he turned around so they remained ass-to-ass, and he lay down, forcing her to do the same. 

"I guess it was good for you too, Duchess," the doctor said. 

Stage Six:  Good Girls Gone Wild

Doctor Yates, because in Duchess's current state, it was becoming difficult to think of the woman as anyone who had ever been important to her other than as someone who ticked the boxes and who administered the shots, kept her and Duke together all Saturday and on Sunday until late in the afternoon. 

Every hour she slathered the nasty dog urine into the she-dog's privates and had her give herself to the larger, incredibly virile mutt. Each time the bitch would howl and cum as the male knotted her. Often between mating sessions, Duke would tenderly lick Duchess's crotch as if to soothe any pain he might have caused her. Of course, that would all be forgotten the minute the doctor prepped her with the urine for the next round. 

Duchess lost count of the number of times she and Duke fucked her. 

But there was no denying that each animalistic coupling changed her. Before midnight on Saturday, just having the urine applied made her wet, the kind of wet that announced that the bitch was ready for action. It wasn't the kind of heat she would grow into, but it was a kind of heat unique to her. 

Not only that, Duke's tenderness also made her grow wet, and the wetter she got, the more he lapped at her pussy to taste her juices. So, even between fuckings, she was being made to climax because of her mate's very, very talented and very, very long tongue. 

She wasn't sure if the humiliation would return if she were forced to have doggy sex in front of other humans, perhaps the doctor's co-workers, but she had grown far too comfortable with being mated in front of the doctor. 

She was, at least for now and at least in her mind, Duke's mate, Duke's bitch. Whatever bits and pieces of Kevin might have tried to stick around Duchess's mind were long gone. It had been forced to flee to preserve the she-dog's sanity. If any part of her still believed she was Kevin or even still believed she might one day be Kevin again, she couldn't have faced the things she had allowed to happen to her, the things she had been forced to endure. 

Even the slightest mental tickle of Kevin's identity would be all that was needed to make her beg to be put down and cremated rather than accept her new life. 

Though, she also realized, the trade-off was that the more she forgot about Kevin and the more she accepted her new identity as Duchess, the more enjoyment she got out of her carefree new life. Sex and sleep. Sleep and sex. It was a good life. An ideal life, if she had to admit the truth to her own mind. 

But late in the afternoon on Sunday, everything changed again. The doctor waited until Duke had unknotted from her and then she opened the cage and removed him but locked her inside again. Alone. 

She whined. 

"Miss your boyfriend already, girl?" the doctor said. "Don't worry. You'll see him around, I'm sure. But you're going to live in a totally different kind of family now. Dogs don't mate for life, and they sure as hell don't pair up and play happy families. He'll remember you, of course, and he'll damn sure remember your smell, but he has done what he needed to do, and now I need to get you ready for the last phase."

She said she'd be right back, and when she returned she was alone. She wasn't even holding the rope that had been Duke's leash. 

After opening the catch, she snapped her fingers for Duchess to come out, and without even having to say a word, the new she-dog obeyed without thinking. 

"Good girl," the doctor said. "I need to take some blood samples."

Then, without any further conversation, the doctor jabbed her in the haunches and ass with several needles and withdrew just as many small vials of blood. She left Duchess to walk around the lab unhindered while she ran tests on the blood she had collected. 

After she was done, she returned. 

"Good news," the doctor said. "It looks like it worked. All that sex with Duke triggered the changes we expected and it won't be long before you'll start your heat cycle all by yourself. When that happens, you'll also be producing canine eggs. Not only that, that little voice in your head will tell you how important it is for you to find a daddy dog to make you a mommy, just like any other female of the species. And, just like any other pregnant bitch, you'll have a litter of anywhere from two to eight precious little puppies who hopefully will be born with the advantages we're trying to breed into them. A few years of successful results with you and the other moms here on the island, and then we can think about human trials. Exciting, right?"

Duchess didn't respond. It was way too much to think about. Mostly she just wanted Duke back. It had been too long since he had licked her on the inside. It had been too long, and her body told her it was ready for more of him. 

"I do need to do one last chemical process to you though."

Bring it on, the she-dog thought. What else is there to lose? At this point, any new change would only reinforce her new identity and that was a good thing, right?

"It's a chemical inhibitor. One little injection, this time into your brain, and it'll shut down your language center." She snapped her fingers. "Just like that, and your ability to understand even the idea of language will disappear. But you'll still have your canine instincts, and to be fair, you'll have to rely on them more than ever. They'll become more important and more useful to you than even your ability to think ration, human thought. That, you'll find, is going to get in your way more often than now, but that's a lesson you'll need to learn on your own, Duchess." 

The doctor cleared her throat. "It's not that you won't be able to learn human words. Any dog can do that, but they don't learn as if they're learning to read and write. I suppose if I were so inclined I could train you to respond to commands and do tricks, but as I said several times before, that's not why you're here. All I need from you is that fertile womb of yours and the puppies you're going to birth."

She continued, "Of course, my co-workers here know all about you, but the last thing I need or want is for you to be able to understand them and build some sort of bond. No, you need to be as doglike as you can, well, except for that little bit of human female I left you with as a reward."

She placed a syringe on a paper towel on a tray beside her. 

"Along with that, I'm going to give you another chemical cocktail that will make your thoughts a little cloudy. You'll still be able to think like a human-dog hybrid, but I want to make sure your thoughts aren't in the forefront. I want your instincts to be there. So, yes, if you stop and think, you'll always be able to override your doggie inclinations with rational thought, but you'll have to get through the fuzz first."

She placed a second syringe on the tray beside the first. 

"Are you ready, Duchess? I'd say there's no going back after this, but honestly, we're already way past that point, aren't we? At least without language to put words to your thoughts and with even your thoughts being subjugated to your instincts, it should become very easy for you to live a happy life here among the other dogs."

She grabbed the second needle and jabbed it into the she-dog's neck, then emptied it.

"There's the brain fuzz, sweet girl."

After returning the empty shot to the tray, she grabbed the other syringe. This one she put right behind the dog's ear. 

I'm afraid this one is going to hurt, sweetie," she said, gripping my head in a tight headlock. "But it has to go directly into your brain."

And it did. Duchess howled in pain and her human eyes leaked with tears. When the needle came out, the doctor wiped away a trickle of blood with a tissue. 

"There, there, girl," the doctor said, but even then the meanings were fading. When the doctor next spoke, there was a single word that sounded important to her, a name maybe. It didn't matter. She simply looked up to the woman for some indication of what she needed to do.

The woman snapped her fingers, and the dog moved into her open arms. The woman hugged her and played with the soft fur on her neck. 

Duchess tried to push through and thought she saw something like sadness in the woman's eyes. 

Then the woman stood up and walked the dog to a door in the back of the lab. She opened it. Outside was an expanse of trees and grass. The dog caught the scent of prey on the wind. There was also the scent of another dog she recognized. She would hunt, and then she would find the other dog. 

There was something about him she needed to remember. Something about him she liked. Something about him she needed. 

No. It was gone. 

Duchess let it go. There was no sense in trying to work so hard when she was hungry. Eat first. Think later. 

She looked up at the woman, who motioned to the forest and made a bunch of sounds the dog knew better than to try to decipher. But the motioning, that she knew. The woman was telling her to go on and play. 

The dog did, not even caring as the lab door closed behind her, trapping her within the fenced sanctuary for the lab subjects. 

Instead, Duchess dashed off toward the trees, toward that delicious smell of small game. What she found, however, was another dog, this one even bigger than Duke. He was thick and black and very muscular. He bared his teeth and growled, approaching her ready to act the threat his growl had promised. But her body knew what to do. Instead of challenging him. Instead, she went down on her belly and looked at the ground. 

Something in Duchess's mind told her she couldn't live the rest of her life like this, deferring to every male dog she met, telling him with her body language that he was the dominate animal and that she was the submissive one. But she ignored those thoughts, whether by choice or because of her fear. 

The large dog towered over her as she waited. His pointed ears remained alert as he sniffed her from her ass to her face, then back to her ass. His nose posed her pussy, and she remembered how much she missed Duke. He sniffed as he pushed his snout inside her a bit, and she whined. Inside her, he must have smelled the juices she started to leak, because his nose left her and he lapped at her with his long tongue instead. 

She raised her ass to make her privates more assessable, but the male took her position as a welcome to try to mount her. She wondered if there was anything left inside her of the urine from the bitch in heat, and she hoped there was. She needed this. She wanted this. 

Even if it wasn't Duke. 

She was a bitch. She belonged to no one. No. Her body told her something different. She belonged to everyone. 

The male tried to mount her but his dick just wouldn't get hard enough to do the job. There wasn't enough of the heat odor to make him horny. He was working from muscle memory rather than a need to fuck. 

She slowly turned around beneath him so that she was facing him, and she crawled on her belly so that he stood over her with his mostly sheathed cock mere inches from her face. As a pure dog, she would never have considered such a thing. Dogs didn't make for pleasure so blow jobs were a normal part of their sex life. But part woman, she knew that if she worked hard enough, she could make this dog ready. She could convince this monster's cock to come out and play. She could goad this beast into claiming her in all the same ways Duke had. 

She opened my mouth and gently licked tip of the dog's prick. It jumped and grew. She licked it again, this time from the base of the sheath all the way to the wet, slick tip. It grew again. 

This time she abandons all humiliation and threw her shame away for good. This time her open mouth covered the canine penis completely and she held it gently in her jaws while she stroked it with her tongue. 

It took longer than she expected, but eventually she got him where she needed him and she let go, then turned and shoved her face against the ground and lifted her ass in the air in front of him. 

Whether she was in heat of not, it no longer mattered to the dog. He had an erection and he had a memory of what to do with it. 

He mounted her quickly and pumped her until he had emptied all his gooey seed inside her. 

While they remained knotted together, she wondered if she might be able to train all the males on the island to fuck her when she wanted it, even if she wasn't in heat. After all, a bitch couldn't always wait for nature to take its course, could she?

Epilogue

In the lab, Doctor Deirdra Yates turned on a GPS tracker app on her phone. Almost a hundred and forty blips showed up on a map of the island. She typed in a specific ID code, and all but two of the blips disappeared. 

"There you are," she said to no one in particular. “Now, who's that with you?”

The blip was sitting still deep in the woods. The blip beside it was so close that... She grinned. “Damn, Duchess.”

She checked the ID number on the blip. Fuck, that was the giant male that had plenty of Great Dane and Giant Schnauzer blood, among other breeds. 

She wasn't in heat. There was no reason for the big beast to mate with her. Unless... Unless... Unless she had somehow convinced him to out of season. But how?

"Good girl," Deirdra said. “I'll have to check in on you on Monday. I need to see what you're up to and how what you're doing to get the males to have sex with you even when you're not in heat. 

Then she turned off the tracker app. 

That was a problem for another day, no matter how interesting it might be. She needed to get off the island and back to her home. It had been a long, tiring weekend, but she had accomplished everything she had set out to do. The dogs would keep. Even Duchess. The canines of Kaynoe Island would be just fine, as they had for a long, long time.