For T, who is a Good Boy.
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At least Terrier didn't go down without a fight. The thug squad had tried to get the drop on hir while sie was out on patrol, but hir enhanced power of smell had scented them a mile away. They clearly hadn't been expecting hir to fire the first shot. They were cocky, the kind of ex-military, ex-law enforcement washouts that typically ended up taking minion gigs. The type that assumed they were assumed they were better trained and coordinated than they actually were. They were kitted out with less-than-lethal energy weapons that probably came from some supervillain's lab. That gave hir an edge, too. They were trying to take hir alive. Sie wasn't returning the favor.
The ensuing gun battle ran for dozens of city blocks and blew through hir entire loadout of assault rifle ammo, submachine gun ammo, pistol ammo, a couple bricks of C4, several grenades, and a double-digit casualty count from the bad guys. No collateral casualties. Sie was very good at what sie did. Well, sie did blow up a block of under-construction luxury townhomes, but sie figured they had it coming. Sie wasn't surprised that nobody showed up to help hir. The cops stayed away from this neighborhood, and the cops with capes weren't much interested either.
In the end, they just wore hir down, cornered hir in an alley. Whoever was bankrolling the operation had the kind of HR budget that covered a never-ending stream of disposable goons. One of them had gotten behind hir and hit hir with a stun baton right at the back of the neck. Hir muscles were still sore from that one. Being forced to kneel in the street with hir hands cuffed behind hir back by some kind of encapsulating gel wasn't improving the situation.
Two goons with stun rays flanked hir, helmets off. Both women, short hair buzzed on the sides. If Terrier met them at a bar sie might have tried to buy them a drink. Another woman, wearing a lab coat, walked up to them, and they both casually saluted her. "Ma'am," said the goon with the brown hair, the green eyes, and the scar down her cheek.
"Lazowski." The third woman was middle-aged, a spray of curly auburn hair on top of her head barely held back by a green headband. Her face was handsomely angular, with rectangular glasses perched on a hawklike nose, and her one blue and one brown eye both held a slightly wild gleam. That plus the lab coat gave her the classic mad scientist look. That wasn't good. It was never good when the science villains wanted you alive. "How's our prisoner?"
"I'd be a lot fucking better if you got these cuffs off me," Terrier snarled.
Lazowski and the woman both ignored hir. "Sie gave us a real run for it, but we got hir in the end."
"Good, very good work." The woman stooped down to Terrier's level. Sie spat in her face. It splattered against her glasses. Without missing a beat, she took them off and wiped them down with her coat, put them back on and stood up. "No severe injuries, and sie still has plenty of fight left in hir. Very good work indeed." She looked down at Terrier. "Mx. Lee -- Mx. Is your preferred honorific, isn't it?"
She waited for hir response. Terrier wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of one.
"I'll assume yes. Tobi Lee, A.K.A. Terrier. I'm Dr. Viola Deviant. But you can just call me Dr. Deviant. Although I suppose soon enough you'll just be calling me Mistress." She smiled at her own joke. "I am the head of Violation, Inc., and we have been hired by a client who wishes to remain nameless - for now -- to capture you and convert you into... in her words... 'a slutty little puppyboy in heat who obeys my every command.'"
Violation, Inc. Terrier had heard of them. This was bad. Word on the street was they kidnapped supers, corrupted and converted them into whatever their clients paid for. Word was they were good at it. Terrier had a run-in with Toxina last year, after they'd had their way with her. She was... Sie didn't want to think about it.
The other goon kept her gun aimed at Terrier as Lazowski knelt down to remove hir mask. A metal plate with two eyeholes, a mesh grill for a mouth, and a fierce-looking dog face painted on it, it was more for intimidation than protection. Beneath it, sie was scowling, hir thick black eyebrows angled angrily downward, hir button nose, tilted slightly upwards, making hir face simultaneously pugnacious and cute. Dr. Deviant ran her hand through hir short and curly black hair. "Now isn't that an
adorable
face. Why would you want to hide that?"
Terrier just fumed in silence, trying not to flinch as Lazowski proceeded to remove hir body armor piece by piece and strip hir of what weapons sie had left. Dr. Deviant had pulled out a datapad from somewhere and was gesturing away on it with her fingers. "Let's get you scanned before we begin the injection process. Let's see... only superpower a heightened sense of smell, excellent physical condition, a chronic testosterone deficiency that has since been corrected..." She looked hir body up and down, and smiled warmly. "...with excellent results, I must say. Oh, and you've already been spayed. So that's convenient."
She reached into her coat and pulled out an alcohol swab and an injector with something purple inside it. She knelt down beside Terrier, swabbing a clean patch on hir arm with a surprisingly gentle manner. Then she stuck the needle in and pulled the trigger.
Terrier was expecting it to burn, but actually, it felt very... warm. It made hir feel warm all over, and tingly, and numbed some of hir fear and anger. "What the fuck is in that stuff?" Sie asked.
Dr. Deviant smiled knowingly. "Proprietary formula," she said. "I've been calling it Good Boy Juice. It'll make you nice and docile and pliable. And very, very horny, of course, as befits a good little puppyslut."
Sie could feel it taking effect, the need starting to build deep within hir. Hir T dick was throbbing to hardness, and not only could sie feel her cunt getting wet, hir superpowered nose greatly amplified the musky scent. Worse, sie could start to smell the three women's cunts too.
An unmarked black truck pulled up, providing a rush of new smells that gave Terrier a momentary distraction. Lazowski and the other goon opened the trailer and lowered a ramp. "Come on, my precious little puppyslut," said Dr. Deviant. "Let's take you back to my place before someone gets the bright idea of trying to rescue you and you get to watch me make a fucktoy out of them, too."
Lazowski was behind hir with the stun ray, shoving hir sharply in the shoulder. "You heard the good doctor. Move it."
Terrier tried to stand, but hir legs refused to move right. Sie faceplanted against the asphalt.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the doctor. "The enforced quadrupedalism must have started to take effect already. That's good! It means your body is really taking to the formula. But you'll be walking on all fours from now on, I'm afraid. Just like a good puppy. Wilson, you can go ahead and deactivate the containment."
Wilson - the other goon - hit a button on one of her devices and the gel handcuffs melted away to water. It trickled down Terrier's back. Sie pulled hirself up to all fours, hir legs shaking slightly.
"Alright,
bitch
," said Lazowski, jabbing Terrier in the back with her gun again. "Get into the truck."
"When I get out of this, I'm gonna shoot that thing at you point-blank and see how
you
like it." Whether it was the drugs or the armed escort, sie couldn't bring hirself to resist more than that. Sie started to crawl forward, unsteadily at first. Hir cheeks burned in indignation at being made to crawl like an animal. The worst part was that the drugs only made the humiliation turn hir on even more.
The walls of the trailer were lined with seats, illuminated in red. A troop transport, Terrier guessed. Lazowski prodded hir in up the ramp and took a seat, and Wilson pulled up the ramp and shut the doors, taking a seat against the other wall. Terrier tried to crawl onto the seat but was rebuffed by Lazowski with a prod from the stun ray and a pointed "no pets on the furniture," so Sie took a squatting position on the floor. The truck rumbled off. Deviant must be in the front seat, Terrier thought.
Every bump in the road sent a jolt to Terrier's hard clit, worsening the arousal. Sie'd never wanted to be fucked so hard in hir life. A particularly violent jostle made hir moan.
Fuck it
, sie decided.
I'm gonna get off.
Hir hand slipped past hir belt into hir pants and sie started stroking hir dick with two fingers, biting hir lip.
"Nuh-uh, slut." Lazowski's voice cut through hir erotic haze. "Boss lady says you aren't allowed to play with yourself."
Terrier stopped, pulling hir hand out of hir pants. A little string of hir own juices came with it. "Please..." Sie immediately hated how
needy
sie sounded.
"Well..." said Lazowski, settling herself back in her seat with a devious grin on her face, "If you just hump my leg, that isn't really playing with
yourself
, now is it? It's not
your
fault you're a doggy bitch in heat and you can't help yourself..."
Terrier rolled hir eyes. "OK. Fine. Deal." Sie started to crawl over.
"Hold it, bitchslut." Lazowski pointed the gun in hir face. "Let me get my pants off first, so you can thank me properly. It's been a long night and I need a good hard orgasm to help me relax, work the tension out." She unbuckled her belt and slid her pants off, then her briefs. Her bushy cunt was already faintly wet, her lips parted slightly. Terrier could smell it even better now. It smelled so
inviting
. Sweat, warm musk, and a hint of canvas. Sie looked over hir shoulder at Wilson, to see what the other woman made of this. From the smirk on Wilson's face and the hand down her unzipped pants, getting to play with the captives must be one of the perks. Sie could smell hir cunt too. Earthy. Tangy. Sie wanted it.
Lazowski kicked her pants off to one side and stretched her right leg out for Terrier to mount. Sie did. Eagerly. Hir clit made contact with Lazowski's leg, making hir whimper and clench hir thighs around it. Then hir face plunged into Lazowski's cunt and sie started licking and sucking. Lapping with hir tongue. Like a
dog.
The thought turned hir on so much it nearly made hir cum. Lazowski shoved the tip of her stun ray against Terrier's forehead. "No cumming, bitch, or I pull the trigger and you wake up with the worst headache of your life and the good doctor just does something even worse to you for not obeying orders."
Terrier slowed hir humping, grinding hir T dick slowly, slowly, up and down Lazowski's leg. "You're...ah... pretty good at this," said Lazowski. "You're practically a natural at being a bitch."
"Like sie was born for it," said Wilson. "I can't
wait
to get my turn helping break you in."
Terrier drew out hir pussy-eating, figuring that the longer Lazowski lasted, the longer sie would get to hump away. Sie was in heaven, besides, her nose full with the smell and tongue drenched with the taste of her cunt. Lazowski kept the gun in place. Terrier hated how much that turned hir on even more. It was like something had been unlocked in hir. Sie'd never been so aroused in hir life, and every time sie thought the need and desire would stop building, it just... kept going. "Good
boy,
" Lazowski kept praising hir between gasps and moans. Every scrap of praise stirred something deep within Terrier. Yes. Sie
was
a good boy. A good
puppyslut.
Finally, sie couldn't draw it out any longer. Lazowski ground her cunt against hir face, and Terrier licked hard in just the right place, and it pushed her over the edge. Her whole body trembled and she let out a series of sharp, hard gasps as she came. When she finally finished, she shoved Terrier back with the gun and withdrew her leg, making Terrier fall on hir ass, hir dick still hard and needy. Sie whimpered before sie could stop hirself.
"That's enough, bitch," said Lazowski, grabbing her clothes from the floor and slipping her pants back on. "We're almost there."
Judging by the lack of windows, the Violation Inc. compound had to be underground somewhere. Dr. Deviant led the way and Lazowski and Wilson flanked Terrier as sie crawled on all fours down the hallways, staying at their side like a good puppy. The corridors were clean and clinical. That meant the scarier kind of mad science -- the kind with money behind it.
A short, dark-skinned woman in a lab coat waved an alarmingly casual hello to the group as she saw them coming. "Hey Viola. This the new catch?"
"Hi Ramona." Dr. Deviant stopped and turned to look down at Terrier. "
Sit."
Sie squatted down on hir knees. "Yup, that's hir. The conversion's going great already. The Good Boy Juice is already doing its magic. It's like sie was just
