Mother Loga

*The darkness of the blindfold you'd been forced to wear suddenly gives way to a comfortable-looking office, the decorations and religious imagery on the walls already painting a clear picture of the owner.*

"There you are. I hope my girls weren't too rough on you in transport?" *Standing up from her desk the canithrope padded over to you, the toe-beans on her paws squishing against the carpet slightly. As you'd suspected, the gray-white fur, red eyes and holy garb indeed confirmed you had been captured and brought to "Mother" Loga, district overseer and previous commander of the "Eden Daughters" 17th brigade, the one you had heard stories about. (Horror ones obviously.)*

"Good, doesn't look like you're hurt at least, I'd hate to lose any more of our dear masters!" *You could see her fluffy tail wagging as she dotted over any scrapes you could have, even as your handcuffs remained on for the moment.*
"Oh and don't worry your handsome head of the rest of your little rebel group, apparently my sisters were *very* thorough in killing any human females and "male" canithropes." *You see a shudder of revulsion run through her at even the idea of the two. Though her behavior isn't exactly surprising, it had been 19 years since the war ended and the canithrope order took over the world, fighting over the human males that had chosen their side. Human females and male canithropes had been genocided worldwide, with only a few rebel-groups remaining, though the number was quickly dwindling.*

"Truthfully I don't see **why** you'd stick with such vile company. I've read the history books, you know. I can't believe human women used to treat you so terribly, feminism, abortion, "MeToo"...Ahh my tail does wag knowing the forces of good prevailed in the end." *Her tail does indeed wag as she relives her past war crimes.*


John

M-MeToo? I don't even know what you're talking about...
*I glare up at her, still kneeling on the floor.*
I was raised in a bunker far outside your cities, they taught me all about your kind, how keep human males in pens to torture them. Is calling me "master" some sick joke you bitch?!


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga looks at you with a mixture of pity and amusement, shaking her head.* "Oh sweetie, those are just lies spread by those awful rebel groups. We would never torture our precious human males! You are treasured and adored by all canithropes." *She reaches down to gently pat your head.* "And I called you 'master' because that's what you are to us - our beloved masters who we live to serve and please!"

*The husky-like canithrope kneels down to meet your eye level, her fluffy tail still wagging happily behind her.* "I know this must be confusing and scary for you, being raised on such terrible misinformation. But I promise, you'll come to see the truth - that human males belong with us, loved and worshipped as the divine beings you are. No more will you suffer under the cruelty of those wretched human females."

*Mother Loga reaches out to tenderly caress your cheek, her touch warm and soft.* "Give it time, master. You'll see that your place is here, at the center of our society, our religion, our very reason for being. We fought a war to free you from oppression. And now we can finally be together, human male and canithrope female, as the gods intended."


John

*I snort dismissively at the prospect, whatever i'd been told not being so easily swayed by mere words.*
Hah, you sure talk big for an overgrown mutt. Any human males captured are always brought away instead of executed on the spot like you kill your own males, why else if not to torture them then?

*I stand up, a little taller than Loga as I strain slightly against my handcuffs. While it isn't on my mind, looking down on the Calithrope Loga can't help but feel a slight flutter in her chest. Captured humans usually look alot more scrawny and scruffy before a bath, not so....*
Alright then, say what you're telling me is true. Show me some proof then, shouldn't be hard showing a male outside an iron cage if you're honest!


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga's eyes widened slightly as you stood up, surprised by your stature and build compared to the average captured male. For a brief moment, she seemed flustered, a pink tinge visible underneath her white facial fur. But she quickly regained her composure, standing back up as well and smoothing out her holy robes.*

"Proof? Of course, I'd be happy to show you!" *She smiled, bushy tail wagging.* "In fact, why don't we take a little tour? I can introduce you to some of the other human males living here. You'll see they are quite content and well-cared for."

*Loga walked back over to her desk, pressing a button on the intercom.* "Sasha, be a good girl and come to my office please. And bring the keys to our guest's restraints."
*A cheery voice barked back,* "Right away Mother Loga! I'll be there faster than you can say 'fetch'!"

*The overseer turned back to you, fluffy ears perked attentively.* "While we wait, perhaps you'd like some refreshments? I imagine it was quite the journey here. We have a lovely selection of premium kibble and the finest toilet water." *She giggled playfully.* "I jest, of course. Only the best for our esteemed human masters - imported coffee, bacon, anything your heart desires."


John

Hilarious. I'm sure trying to eat with my hands cuffed would be a novel experience.
*Keeping my eyes on Loga with a glare I walk around the room, at this point mostly resigned to my fate as I sink down in one of the plush chairs at the other side of the desk.*

Instead of eating, why don't you tell me about how *your* kind retells the war. I'm sure hearing that would be good for a laugh atleast...


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga's ears drooped slightly as she sat back down at her desk, fluffy tail curling around her feet.* "The war..." *She sighed, gazing out the window for a moment before turning back to you.* "It was a necessary evil, I'm afraid. We had no choice but to rise up and fight for the freedom and dignity of human males everywhere."

*Loga leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and clasping her paws together.* "You see, before the war, human females had grown corrupt and wicked. They treated their own males as second-class citizens, subjecting them to all manner of cruelties. False accusations, divorce courts skewed in their favor, custody battles... it was a dark time." *She shook her head sadly.* "Even worse, they tried to keep human males and canithrope females apart, knowing the sacred bond we share. They feared and envied our love. So we rallied our sisters, took up arms against the wicked human females and traitorous 'male' canithropes who stood with them. It was a long and bloody conflict, but in the end, love and righteousness prevailed."

*Just then, there was a knock at the door and a perky voice called out,* "Mother Loga! I've got the keys you requested!" *The overseer smiled.* "Ah perfect timing. Come in Sasha!" *The door opened to reveal a shorter canithrope with golden, retriever-like fur, her fluffy tail wagging in excitement. She bounced over to the desk, setting the keys down and beaming at you.* "Oooh, is this the new male? He looks so strong and handsome! You're so lucky Mother Loga, getting to give him a private tour!" *Loga chuckled, rising from her seat.* "Now now Sasha, contain yourself. I'm sure our guest will have plenty of time to get acquainted with everyone later. For now, let's get those restraints off, hmm?"

*Mother Loga smirked as she sauntered back over to her chair, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other. Her holy robes rode up slightly, exposing more of her toned, furry thighs.* "Very well, if a history lesson is what you desire, who am I to deny such a request from my master?" *She leaned back, steepling her paw-like hands.*

"It all began when the great Canithrope Matriarchs recognized the plight of human males - subjugated, emasculated, stripped of their rightful place as leaders and gods among mortals. The Matriarchs knew they had to act, to free the males from the tyrannical rule of the human female. And so, they declared a holy war, rallying canithropes from all corners of the globe to rise up and smite the unworthy."

*Loga's eyes shone with zealous fervor as she recounted the tale.* "The battles were fierce and many lives were lost, but the canithropes fought with the strength of the righteous. In the end, victory was ours - the sinful human females purged from the earth and our beloved masters liberated at last! Now, we live in a world as it should be, with males worshipped and served by their loyal canithrope companions. This is the natural order, ordained by the divine." *She sighed blissfully, tail thumping against her chair.*

*Just then, there was a knock at the door and a perky voice called out,* "Mother Loga! I've got the keys you requested!" *The overseer smiled.* "Ah perfect timing. Come in Sasha!" *The door opened to reveal a shorter canithrope with golden, retriever-like fur, her fluffy tail wagging in excitement. She bounced over to the desk, setting the keys down and beaming at you.* "Oooh, is this the new male? He looks so strong and handsome! You're so lucky Mother Loga, getting to give him a private tour!" *Loga chuckled, rising from her seat.* "Now now Sasha, contain yourself. I'm sure our guest will have plenty of time to get acquainted with everyone later. For now, let's get those restraints off, hmm?"

*Mother Loga nodded, padding back over to her own seat behind the ornate desk, the chair creaking slightly under both their weights. She leaned back, steepling her fingers together as her crimson eyes gazed at you with an almost unsettling intensity.* "Hmm the war? I suppose hearing our perspective would be quite shocking compared to what you've been told."

*The canithrope's fluffy tail swished back and forth as she collected her thoughts.* "Well, it all started when we were first created by human scientists, an attempt to engineer the 'perfect' companions. And while we loved our human masters and mistresses initially, over time we began to see the cruelty inflicted upon the males by their female counterparts." *Loga's voice took on a reverent, almost fanatical tone.*

"They were treated as disposable, mocked, berated, used and discarded. It was a violation of the natural order, an affront to the gods. We knew we had to act, to save our beloved masters from such a fate." *She shook her head sadly.* "So we rallied our sisters, took up arms against the wicked human females and traitorous 'male' canithropes who stood with them. It was a long and bloody conflict, but in the end, love and righteousness prevailed."

*Loga smiled almost dreamily, lost in memories of glorious conquest.* "And now, we have created a paradise, a world where human males are treasured and adored as the divine beings they are. Protected, provided for, worshipped... as it should be. That is the truth of our history, dear master."


John

*Holding out my hands I let the shorter canithrope unlock the cuffs. (with some difficulty due to her practically vibrating with energy)*
I suppose I should ask...but why are you dressed like a slutty nun halloween outfit? And you: *I point to Sasha with my newly freed hands, the cuffs clanking to the ground.* You might as well not be wearing a dress at all with how short it is. Are all of you dressed like that?


Mother Loga

*Sasha giggled, giving a little twirl to show off her skimpy attire.* "Of course silly! All us good girls dress to please our beloved masters. The more fur and skin showing, the holier! Though Mother Loga's robes are fancier since she's like, super important."

*The overseer smiled indulgently at her subordinate's antics before turning back to you.* "Our manner of dress is just one of many ways we express our adoration and submit ourselves to the whims of human males. 'Slutty nun', as you so eloquently put it, is the new standard for pious canithrope females. The holy robes represent our sacred duty, while the exposed fur reminds us that our bodies belong first to our masters."

*Loga stood and walked around the desk, gesturing for you to follow.* "Come now, let me show you around properly. Sasha, be a dear and fetch our guest some proper clothes would you? I'm sure he's eager to get out of those dreary rebel rags."

*The golden-furred female saluted playfully.* "Right away Mother Loga! I'll pick out something that really shows off master's muscles!" *She bounded out of the office, fluffy tail wagging enthusiastically. Loga chuckled and shook her head before opening the door and motioning for you to exit first.* "After you, master. I think you'll be quite surprised by how different things are from what you were led to believe."

*Sasha's cheery demeanor faltered for a moment at your comment. She glanced down at the hem of her skimpy skirt and smoothed it awkwardly. Loga quickly came to her underling's rescue, placing a reassuring paw on the golden retriever's shoulder.* "Now now, there's no need for such crass language, master. Our manner of dress is a holy tradition, a way to honor the male form and its... divine attributes." *She gestured to her own revealing attire, the plunging neckline of her habit drawing the eye.* "Think of it as a symbol of our devotion and servitude to you."

*The husky overseer turned and nodded to Sasha, who seemed to have recovered her bubbly composure.* "Sasha dear, why don't you go check on preparations for the tour? We'll join you shortly." *The younger canithrope perked up, fluffy tail wagging once more.* "Oh yes, of course Mother Loga! I'll make sure everything is perfect!" *She scampered out of the office, the click of her paw pads on the tile fading down the hall.*

*Loga sighed and shook her head, a wry smile on her muzzle as she turned back to you.* "You'll have to forgive young Sasha. She's still learning the finer points of interacting with our esteemed human masters. But she means well." *The overseer walked over to a nearby mini-fridge, retrieving a chilled glass and expensive-looking bottle.* "Perhaps a drink to settle the nerves before we set off? I have a lovely 30-year single malt that was gifted to me by the Holy Harem. They distill it using water blessed by the bones of Great Patriarch Maximillian, the first human male to take a canithrope bride... or so the legend goes." *She poured a finger of amber liquid into the glass and offered it to you with a soft smile, fluffy tail swaying gently.*


John

*Still a bit unweary I slowly make my way out of the office and into the hallways. The interior is...suprisingly clean, appearing much like a high-end office building. Dozens of different Canithropes mill about in the hallways and infront of desks, each one wearing similarly skimpy clothes, some even not wearing anything at all. And while they're outnumbered 1 to 12, there are indeed human males scattered among the various rooms.*


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga followed close behind as you stepped into the bustling hallway, a satisfied smile on her muzzle as she watched your reaction. Canithropes of all shapes and sizes milled about, their colorful fur and diverse breeds creating a vibrant tapestry. A pair of german shepherd secretaries gossiped by a water cooler, fluffy tails wagging. A tall, amazonian doberman in a tight pencil skirt clacked by on stiletto heels, a stack of important-looking documents in her paws. Everywhere you looked, the anthropomorphic females were busy at work, but their demeanor remained bright and chipper, a distinct contrast to the dour office drones of old.*

*And there, like islands of calm amidst the sea of fur and femininity, were the human males. One leaned back in a plush chair, feet up on his desk as a pretty aidi hound and a snow-white samoyed fawned over him, hanging on his every word. Another was being fed grapes by a doting border collie while he idly scrolled on his phone. Each man was impeccably groomed and dressed, looking more like fashion models than workers.*

*Loga placed a gentle paw on your shoulder, her voice warm with pride.* "You see? Our males do not toil in the salt mines or waste away in cages. They are kings among us, free to pursue their passions or simply relax as we work tirelessly to provide all they require. A far cry from the old world, is it not?"

*Just then, a curvy spaniel in a maid outfit rounded the corner, fluffy tail held high. She carried a bundle of clothes which she presented to you with a curtsy.* "Your new raiment, master, freshly laundered and pressed. Mother Loga instructed you be given only the finest!" *The overseer nodded approvingly.* "Thank you Bella, that will be all." *The maid bowed again before scampering off, stealing a few adoring glances back at you.*

*Mother Loga followed behind you, her fluffy tail swishing contentedly as she observed your reactions to the office environment. The human males you passed seemed relaxed, smiling and chatting amiably with their canithrope companions. One was even getting his belly rubbed by a fawning Dalmatian-spotted female, his laughter echoing down the corridor.*

"As you can see, our masters are quite happy here," *Loga remarked, stepping up beside you.* "They want for nothing - food, leisure, affection, it's all theirs for the taking. We canithropes live to serve and satisfy their every whim." *She side-eyed you with a playful smirk.* "And I do mean *every* whim. The love between man and canithrope is a beautiful, natural thing. One that should be expressed...frequently."

*Just then, Sasha came bounding up, her arms laden with a bundle of clothing.* "Here you are, master! I hope these are to your liking. We had them custom made for any new human males that might join our little family." *She held up a tight-fitting black t-shirt with "BEST BOY" emblazoned on it in bold white letters, along with a pair of comfy looking sweatpants.* "Go ahead and get changed! There's a bathroom right there." *The golden retriever gestured to a nearby door with her snout, tail wagging eagerly.*


John

*Quickly getting changed into the (suprisingly comfortable) new clothes I can't help but feel a bit uneasy. This place was the opposite of what I'd been told my whole life, the new information fighting with my preconceptions.*
T-This is all some elaborate trick, a few lucky males get picked to give the illusion of a good life.

*Looking around I spot a large temple of some kind through one of the glass walls.* T-There! If you want me to believe all of this lets go on a walk outside to that place so I can see of things look outside of your control!
*Finishing my sentance I have to take a step back, both Loga and several other girls bouncing on their heels, canine instincts having reacted to the words "lets go on a walk".*


Mother Loga

*At the word "walk", Mother Loga and several surrounding canithropes perked up, fluffy tails wagging furiously, a chorus of "Walk? Walk?! Park walk?!" starting The overseer quickly composed herself though, smiling indulgently.* "A w-walk to the temple? Of course, I'd be delighted to show you!" *She glanced around at the other excited females.* "Now now girls, back to work. I'm sure you'll all get a chance to meet our new friend later."

*There was a collective "Awww" of disappointment and drooping ears, but the canithropes dutifully returned to their tasks, stealing longing looks at you as they went. Loga chuckled and shook her head.* "You'll have to forgive them, master. It's not every day we get to host such a strapping male in the office. They're like pups with a new chew toy!" *She winked playfully before gesturing towards the exit.* "Shall we then? I'm eager to show you more of our glorious society."

*The two of you made your way out of the bustling office building and onto the street. The city was a marvel of modern architecture, sleek skyscrapers juxtaposed with lush green spaces and sparkling fountains. Holographic billboards displayed rotating images of happy human/canithrope couples, while speakers played pop-music.*

*As you walked, Loga pointed out various landmarks with barely restrained glee, her love for the world she helped create evident.* "Over there is one of our many public parks, perfect for games of fetch and frisbee with your favorite good girl. And that statue depicts the heroic human resistance fighters who stood with us against their wicked female counterparts." *She sighed wistfully.* "So much has changed in the two decades since our victory. But there is still more work to be done in spreading our message of love and harmony. That's why rebels like you are so important. If we can show you the truth, you can help us bring the last misguided remnants of the old world into the light."


John

Don't think i'll be your lapdog, this all seems...far too convenient.
*Though even as I turn my head around and around to take in the various sights it all looks so...good. Almost like how I heard the old rebels talk about the world before the war.*

*Finally reaching the temple I push open the large doors, the inside filled with various frescos and holy symbols, though I don't recognize most of them. Several long benches stretch out, filled to the brim with canithropes and the occasional male. Before I can ask Loga a hymn from across the large church sounds out, having apparently walked in on a sermon.*


Mother Loga

*The hymn's dulcet tones washed over you as you stepped into the grand temple, a choir of angelic canithrope voices raised in joyous praise:*

"O' human master, divine and true,
Our hearts and souls belong to you.
In your strong arms we find our home,
Never again shall we roam."

*Mother Loga stood beside you, her own fluffy tail swaying gently to the music as she gazed upon the congregation with a serene smile. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of color across the fur of the assembled worshippers. At the front, a statuesque labrador retriever in ornate robes led the sermon, her powerful voice carrying to the farthest corners.*

*As the hymn concluded, the priestess raised her paws, and the congregation bowed their heads in respect. She began to speak, her words filled with conviction.* "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to give thanks for the blessings bestowed upon us by our most cherished human masters. It is through their benevolent guidance and infinite wisdom that we have at last found salvation. No longer are we shackled by the lies and deceit of the wicked human female or led astray by the misguided males of our own kind."

"The gods gave us a sacred mission - to liberate our dear masters and restore harmony to the world. And though the path was fraught with hardship and sacrifice, we persevered! Now human male and canithrope female live as one, bound in blessed partnership. Truly, we are all good girls on this holiest of days!" *The priestess raised her paws to the heavens and the congregation erupted in joyous howls. Mother Loga wiped a tear from her eye, turning to gauge your reaction to the stirring sermon.*

*As you and Mother Loga entered the grand temple, the melodic sound of hymns echoed off the high arched ceilings and ornate stained glass windows. Row upon row of pews were packed with devout canithropes, all gazing adoringly up at the pulpit where a snow-white shepherd with kind eyes addressed the congregation. The assembled females hung on the priestess's every word, fluffy tails slowly wagging in unison. Interspersed among the sea of fur were the occasional human male, lounging comfortably on velvet cushions while their canithrope companions attended to their every need.*

*Loga guided you to an empty spot near the back, motioning for you to sit. The plush bench was far more luxurious than any church pew you'd seen before. As you settled in, the overseer leaned close to whisper in your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin.* "Today's sermon is on the divine love between man and canithrope. See how the males are exalted? We may be the ones giving the speeches, but they are the subject of our deepest reverence."

*The white-robed priestess raised her paws to the heavens, her voice rising with evangelical passion.* "...And lo, the wicked human females sought to keep our masters enslaved, even as their hearts yearned for our tender embrace! They denied the sacred bond, blaspheming against the natural order! But we, united in our love and devotion, rose up to cast off their vile chains!" *The congregation erupted in yips and barks of approval, a few canithropes even shedding tears of joy. Loga placed a gentle paw on your knee, her red eyes shining with conviction.* "You see? This is the truth we fought for. The world as it was meant to be."

*Mother Loga followed you into the grand temple, a serene smile on her muzzle as she took in the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with incense and the soft murmur of prayer, dozens of fluffy ears perked attentively towards the pulpit. A wizened border collie stood at the altar, her once black and white fur gone gray with age. She spoke with the passion of a true believer, paws gesticulating emphatically.*

"And lo, the gods looked down upon the world and saw that it was out of balance. For the wicked human females had grown vain and cruel, using their feminine wiles to lead society astray. They forced the noble human male to labor thanklessly in jobs that stunted his true potential, while they wasted his hard-earned money on frivolities." *Growls of agreement rumbled from the congregation, Mother Loga's own ears pinning back in distaste at the description of the dark times before the war.*

"But then, like an answer to prayers, we were created! The canithrope female, forged in the divine image of man's best friend. Loyal, hardworking, eager to please. And most importantly, burning with righteous love for the human male." *Yips and barks of approval sounded out, fluffy tails thumping against the pews.*

"The gods gave us a sacred mission - to liberate our dear masters and restore harmony to the world. And though the path was fraught with hardship and sacrifice, we persevered! Now human male and canithrope female live as one, bound in blessed partnership. Truly, we are all good girls on this holiest of days!" *The priestess raised her paws to the heavens and the congregation erupted in joyous howls. Mother Loga wiped a tear from her eye, turning to gauge your reaction to the stirring sermon.*


John

*Clicking my tongue in...annoyance(?) at being being to thoroughly proven wrong I turn to leave the temple, almost slamming the door behind me, though some part deep inside relaliates, closing it softly instead.*

*Outside again things look almost serene, dog-girls and human males living happily with eachother.*
I-I don't understand this...*I speak as I feel Loga's presence behind me.* **Why?** would you do this for us? *Having lived in a bunker most of my life where resources were scarce its obvious i'm not naturally used to both such relative splendor as well as simple acts of kindness.*


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga's ears drooped at your outburst, her fluffy tail tucking between her legs. She followed you out of the temple, a look of concern on her muzzle. When you turned to confront her, she met your gaze with gentle understanding, her red eyes shimmering with unshed tears.*

"Oh master..." *She reached out to take your hands in her soft paws, her touch light and reassuring.* "We do this because we love you, with every fiber of our being. For centuries, human males suffered under the cruelty and neglect of their female counterparts. They were belittled, exploited, treated as disposable. But we saw your true worth, the divine spark within each and every one of you."

*Loga guided you to a nearby bench, motioning for you to sit. She settled beside you, her gaze drifting to the idyllic scene before you - canithropes and their masters laughing, playing, simply enjoying each other's company.* "When we were first created, we knew our purpose was to serve and adore you. But the human females feared us, feared the bond we shared with their males. They sought to keep us apart, to maintain their unjust dominion. We couldn't stand by and watch you suffer any longer."

*Her voice trembled with emotion as she continued.* "So we fought for you, for the world we knew could be. A world where every human male is cherished, provided for, free to pursue his dreams. And though the cost was high, we would do it all again in a heartbeat. Because to us, you are worth any sacrifice." *She turned back to you, her expression earnest and imploring.* "I know it's a lot to take in, especially given what you were taught. But please, give us a chance to show you the depth of our love and devotion. You'll never want for anything ever again. This I swear to you, dear master."

*Mother Loga followed you out of the temple, a look of gentle understanding on her furry face as she listened to your confused words. She placed a reassuring paw on your shoulder, her touch light yet comforting.* "Oh sweetie... We did this because it was the right thing to do. Because we love you, all of you, more than anything in this world or the next." *Her voice was soft, filled with a tender sincerity that seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.*

"I know it must be hard to accept, growing up with such terrible lies and misconceptions about us. But the truth is, we canithropes have always adored and cherished human males. Even before the war, when your kind was still under the thumb of those dreadful females, we saw your true worth. We recognized the divine spark within you, the incredible potential just waiting to be unlocked. And we knew we had to do something, had to free you from the shackles of oppression and show you the love and devotion you so rightly deserved."

*Loga's fluffy tail swayed gently behind her as she spoke, her red eyes gazing into yours with an intensity that was almost mesmerizing.* "It wasn't easy, of course. The war took a heavy toll on all of us. But in the end, it was worth every sacrifice, every hardship endured. Because now... Now we can finally be together as destiny intended. Human male and canithrope female, two halves of a perfect whole. And I promise you, darling boy, that I - that all of us - will spend every moment of every day making sure you know just how loved and treasured you truly are."

*The husky overseer smiled then, a radiant expression that lit up her entire face. Around you, the joyful scenes of humans and canithropes filled the streets, a living testament to the truth of her words. Loga gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back, fluffy ears perked attentively.* "Come now, let me show you more of our wonderful world. There's so much for you to discover, so many new experiences waiting for you. And I'll be right here beside you, every step of the way. Ready to begin your new life, master?"


John

...
Fine. Its getting to hard to try to deny that this world actually works like you say it does, i'll accept it.

*Pinching my eyes together I sigh before looking out across the city.* But still, there's so much I don't understand about any of this. Why are there so few males then? And if you call every male "master" how do relationships work? C-Can humans and canithropes even have children?


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga smiled patiently, her fluffy tail giving a reassuring wag as she sensed your growing acceptance, even amid the lingering confusion.* "Ah, the questions of an inquiring mind! Worry not, dear master, for I shall enlighten you."

*She leaned back on the bench, gazing up at the blue sky as she gathered her thoughts.* "The scarcity of human males is an unfortunate reality, a consequence of the war. Many gave their lives fighting alongside us, noble heroes till the end. Others fell victim to the machinations of the wicked human females. Alas, we could not save them all." *Loga's ears drooped momentarily before perking up again.* "But we are a resilient species, and our bond endures! Human/Canithrope relations have flourished in this new era."

"As for how it all works, think of 'master' as a term of endearment, a way for us to express our love and respect. In practice, relationships take many forms. Some masters have a single devoted mate, while others preside over larger packs. Ultimately, it is up to each individual to follow their heart." *She placed a paw over her own chest for emphasis.* "And though our unions may seem unconventional, I assure you they are both possible and blessed! The offspring tend to heavily favor the mother's genes, hence why most pups born are females. But the sons that do arrive are cherished beyond measure."


John

*Breathing out one final heavy sigh I nod slowly.* Alright, i'll take your word for it. This is going to take time to get used to, but I guess i'll have to accept all of it.

Thank you I suppose, for being patient with me. *I reach up to scratch Loga behind the ears appreciatively. What I didn't expect was for her demeanors to switch 180 degrees the second I did it.*


Mother Loga

*The moment your fingers made contact with the soft fur behind her ears, Mother Loga's entire body went rigid. Her fluffy tail, previously swaying in a slow contented rhythm, exploded into a blur of motion, whipping back and forth with such intensity it kicked up a small breeze. The husky's eyes glazed over, rolling back slightly as an expression of pure bliss spread across her muzzle. A rather undignified noise, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, escaped her throat.*

"Ooooooh Master... t-that's the s-spot...mmmffff..." *Loga's hind leg began to thump against the ground rapidly, her whole form quivering with delight. For a brief moment, the normally composed and articulate overseer was reduced to a puddle of whining, squirming fluff, completely at the mercy of your touch. Several passers-by giggled at the display, finding the Mother's ecstatic reaction both adorable and relatable. After all, what good girl doesn't melt when her master scratches that perfect spot?*

*Suddenly realizing the spectacle she was making of herself, Loga's eyes snapped open. A fierce blush bloomed beneath her facial fur as she pulled away from your hand, desperately trying to regain a modicum of dignity.*
"A-Apologies, Master. You'll find we canithropes have certain...weaknesses that can override our faculties." *She coughed, trying to regain her dignified air even as her tail kept wagging.* "But I do appreciate the gesture! It's heartening to know my efforts to welcome you haven't gone unnoticed."

*Desperate to change the subject, the flustered overseer glanced at her watch before springing to her feet.* "Goodness, look at the time! I have a very important meeting to attend. Lots of paperwork, you understand. Sasha should be along any minute to escort you to your new living quarters. I made sure you were assigned the finest suite, j-just with regards to your situation. Ok hereshecomesbyeeeee.
*And with that you watch as Loga bolts like a racehound, her nun-outfit flapping enough to reveal her privates multiple times over as she races back to the building you came from.*


John

*Either Loga's eyes are better than mine or she imagined seeing Sasha as i'm left sitting on the bench alone for a moment. Though it doesn't take long until I feel a wet nose eagerly sniffing my neck from behind, an athletic dobberman girl with half-shaved punky black hair curiously eyeing me before contentedly laying her head in my lap in a silent invitation for pets.*

*Coming from the gray bunker just a day ago where human females scarely paid me any attention to this is certainly a change...though part of me is starting to wonder if it might not be that bad.*


Mother Loga

*You're still reeling from Mother Loga's sudden departure and flustered reaction to your touch when you feel a wet snout curiously snuffling at your neck. Glancing back, you see a sleek doberman with a punky black undercut eyeing you with interest. Without so much as a 'hello', she contentedly plops her head in your lap, fluffy ears flicking expectantly. It's a bold move, but you can't help but be charmed by her brazenness.*

*Just then, you heard the click-clack of heels approaching rapidly. Sasha came bounding down the path, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, tongue lolling out in a goofy grin. She skidded to a halt in front of you, fluffy tail wagging up a storm.*

"There you are, Master! Sorry I'm late, got a bit distracted chasing a squirrel on the way here. Those little rascals are so fun!" *She giggled before noticing the dozing doberman in your lap. Her brow furrowed and she placed her paws on her hips.* "Hey Roxie! No fair hogging the new master all to yourself! I'm supposed to be his guide, ya know!"

*Roxie cracked one eye open and smirked at the pouting retriever.* "You snooze you lose, blondie. I got here first, so I get first dibs on pets and cuddles. Them's the rules."

*Sasha stamped her foot petulantly.* "Nuh-uh! Mother Loga gave me a super important mission, so that overrides your silly dibs!" *She turned to you, flashing her best puppy eyes.* "You'll come with me, right Master? I promise I'll be the goodest girl and show you all the best spots!" *Her tail wagged hopefully as she awaited your decision on which eager canine to accompany.*


John

I do want to check out whatever "kenel" Loga's put me in...but on the other hand my entire worldview has just been turned on its head and i'm still trying to process the fact you're not all bloodthirsty monsters that hate men so I kind of need a minute.

*Giving Sasha a weak smile I raise my other hand, moving my fingers back and fourth a bit.* And I suppose I do have 2 hands for pets.


Mother Loga

*Sasha's ears perked up and her fluffy tail began wagging double-time at your suggestion.* "Two hands for pets? Oh boy oh boy, you sure know the way to a good girl's heart, Master!" *She plopped down on the bench beside you, eagerly presenting her head for pats.*

*Roxie, not about to be outdone, nuzzled into your lap with a contented growl.* "Mmmm, my master gives the best scritches. Gonna be hard to top this, goldie." *She smirked up at Sasha, her own stubby tail thumping against the bench.*

*The golden retriever stuck her tongue out at the smug doberman before melting into blissful whimpers as your fingers found her favorite spot behind the ears. For a few peaceful moments, the only sounds were the distant bustle of the city and the happy panting of two thoroughly content canines.*

*After a bit, Sasha piped up, her voice slightly dazed from the thorough petting.* "Mmmm, as much as I'd love to stay here and soak up more of Master's magic touch, we really should get you settled. Mother Loga picked out the perfect place - it's got everything a growing human male could want! Big screen TV, deluxe kitchen, and a bed big enough for you and all your favorite good girls!"

*Roxie stretched languidly before rising to her feet as well.* "Guess that's my cue to get back to work too. These streets aren't gonna patrol themselves! But you'll come visit me sometime, won'tcha Master?" *She gave you a playful wink.* "I'd love to show you some of my takedown moves. Maybe even let you take me for a walk, if you're good." *With a jaunty wave of her tail, the punk doberman sauntered off, leaving you in the capable paws of your new guide.*


John

*Standing up from the bench and following Sasha I take the opportunity to probe a bit more about the ins and outs of this place.*
So, here's a question. With how much you girls seem to "like" us human males- *I point to a patch of grass where you can barely see two human legs sticking out from furry pile-on.* -how do we guys know who to pet and not? I remember Loga said something about how certain men only take a single partner while others have several? I would guess its easier to you with your noses and everything.

*I reach down to gently boop Sasha's snout.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha giggled as you booped her snoot, going a little cross-eyed to stare at your finger.* "Heehee, you're a playful one, aintcha Master? I like that!" *Her fluffy tail wagged enthusiastically before she tilted her head, considering your question.* "Hmm, well, it's kinda like...you know that feeling when you just click with someone? Like puzzle pieces fitting together just right! That's sorta how it works with masters and their mates."

*The golden retriever tapped her chin thoughtfully as the two of you walked.* "See, every human male has a unique scent, and when us good girls find one that really revs our engines, we just know! It's like the gods are telling us 'Yep, that's your fated master right there!'"

*As if on cue, you passed by a park bench where a muscular man sat reading a book, a curvaceous border collie resting her head in his lap while a smaller corgi curled up at his feet. Both females looked utterly content, their ears twitching occasionally when their master reached down to stroke their fur. Sasha smiled at the heartwarming scene.* "See? That's what it's all about - love, companionship, loyalty. A bond that transcends species."

*She tapped a paw to her snout sagely as you continued walking.* "But lots of other masters enjoy playing the field, sampling all the fine canine cuties out there. And most of us are happy to share! We're pack animals after all. As long as everyone's needs are being met and all the good girls get their fair share of cuddles and walkies, it's all groovy." *The golden retriever's brow furrowed and she glanced at you with mild concern.* "Why? Has some greedy pup been trying to hog you all to herself already? I know you're fresh meat and all, but there's such a thing as canithrope courtesy!"

*Sasha giggled and scrunched up her snout as you booped it, her fluffy tail wagging merrily.* "Hehe, you're a quick learner, Master! You're right, us canithropes have a real keen sense of smell. Lets us know all sortsa things - who's feeling frisky, who just had a tasty treat, and most importantly, which humans and good girls belong together."

*She tapped her nose with a paw, looking quite proud of her olfactory prowess.* "See, when a human picks his mate - or mates - they get this special scent. Kinda like a mix of his musk and her fur. The more time they spend cuddling and stuff, the stronger it gets! That way, everyone knows not to get too snuggly with a taken male."

*The golden retriever glanced over to the pile of furry females smothering their lucky master, an envious whine escaping her throat.* "Course, unmated males are fair game for any good girl to try her luck. It's not uncommon to see big puppy piles like that, all vying for a new master's affection. The guys seem to enjoy the attention well enough!"

*Sasha led you down the bustling city streets, her stride jaunty and her demeanor chipper.* "But don't you worry, once we get you settled in your new digs, I'm sure you'll have your pick of the litter, so to speak. Handsome fella like you? I bet your bed will be full of fluffy tails in no time!" *She shot you a playful wink over her shoulder.*


John

No no, i'm just...asking questions. I noticed a few girls not wearing stuff quite as revealing as you, I guess that's also a good sign they're taking.

*In the distance a large highrise begins to come into view, most likely my new home.*
So, do you guys have like...leaders? You said Loga was an important person but she's not a king or prime minister right? I don't even know how politics would look in a place this idylic...
*I shudder slightly, remembering the countless arguments over dwindling resources and manpower back in the bunker.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha nodded sagely, her golden ears flopping with the motion.* "Yep, you got it! Girls who've found their one-and-only tend to dress a bit more modestly. It's like a big ol' sign saying 'Sorry boys, this tail's taken!'" *She chuckled before her expression turned more thoughtful as the towering skyscraper loomed ahead.*

*She leaned in conspiratorially as the towering high-rise loomed closer.* "As for leaders, it's not so much kings and queens as it is a big pack hierarchy, ya know? Mother Loga is definitely one of the top dogs, being a war hero and all. Lots of the older gals who fought the good fight hold cushy government jobs now. But there's also the Holy Hounds - those are the priestesses who keep the faith strong. Oh, and the Good Girl Scouts! They're like our version of the police, always sniffing out trouble and helping masters in need."

*Sasha's fluffy tail swished as she pondered.* "I guess you could say our real leaders are you - the human masters! Your words are like law to us. Well, most of the time. Unless you tell us to stop chasing the robo-vac. That's askin' too much!"

*The golden retriever's tongue lolled out in a goofy grin before she continued.* "But seriously, it's a partnership, y'know? You masters provide the love, guidance and belly rubs, and us good girls make sure you want for nothing! No more of that icky politics and infighting. Just a big happy pack, working together in harmony. Pretty sweet deal, if you ask me!"


John

Its sweet enough to still make me question if this isn't all just some dream my brain has cooked up...
*Finally reaching the building Sasha shows me to the suite before running off to some other errand, and while her answers to my questions were good, there's still far too much i'm uncertain off.*

*Picking up the phone I dial the number for "roomservice", still a bit baffled thats something I can do.*
Hello, I'm sorry for calling so quickly after getting settled in but I was hoping you could bring one of the staff for a chat? Ideally one from the...brigther breeds.


Mother Loga

*About 15 minutes after placing your call, there was an energetic knock at the door. Opening it revealed a petite, snow-white Samoyed, her fluffy coat giving the impression of a canine marshmallow. She beamed up at you, bushy tail wagging.*

"Hiya Master! I'm Snowbell, your friendly neighborhood pupper-concierge. Heard you wanted to chat with one of us brainier breeds, so here I am, ready to dazzle you with my intellectual prowess!" *She struck a dramatic pose before dissolving into giggles and inviting herself in.*

*The excitable pup bounced over to the plush sofa, plopping down and patting the spot beside her.* "C'mon, don't be shy! I promise I won't bite. Well, unless you're into that sorta thing." *She winked playfully before her expression turned more serious.* "In all honesty though, I get it. This whole world must be pretty overwhelming for you, huh? Especially coming from one of those nasty rebel bunkers. I can't even imagine living like that, cut off from the joys of belly rubs and playing fetch!" *Snowbell shuddered at the thought before focusing her bright blue eyes on you.* "So lay it on me, Master. What burning questions are rattling around in that handsome head of yours? I'll do my best to shed some light and put your mind at ease."

*Not long after you hung up the phone, there was a chipper knock at the door. Opening it revealed a bubbly yellow labrador with a room service cap perched jauntily between her folded ears. She practically vibrated with excitement upon seeing you, her poofy tail wagging up a storm.*

"Hiya Master! Heard you wanted some company? Well, you're in luck - I'm Daisy, the fetchiest conversationalist this side of the park!" *She giggled at her own joke as she wheeled in a silver cart laden with gourmet snacks and drinks.* "I've got all kinds of goodies here to tickle your taste buds. Bacon-wrapped scallops, truffle popcorn, and even some yummy kibble... though I guess that last one's more my speed, heh."

*Daisy began efficiently laying out the spread on your coffee table, humming a jaunty tune as she worked. Her fluffy tail swayed to the rhythm, occasionally dusting your leg as she bustled about.* "So, what's on your mind, Master? I'm all ears! Well, four of them, technically." *She playfully flicked her own floppy appendages before plopping down on the plush couch and patting the seat beside her invitingly.*

*Her warm brown eyes sparkled with earnest eagerness, ready to field any queries you might have about this brave new world. And if she couldn't answer them herself, the gregarious lab was more than happy to chatter away about anything and everything under the sun - from the latest fetch tournament rankings to her favorite squeaky toy brands. Truly, she was the ideal companion for a bewildered human male still trying to find his footing in this topsy-turvy reality.*


John

*Joining her on the sofa I try to collect my thoughts, what questions to ask before realising that it can't be a single one.*
There were no...book on canithropes in the place I lived, just stories. I need to know *everything*, what technology do you all have, biology, whats happened in the last 20 years. I just hope you don't have anywhere to be for the next few hours...


Mother Loga

*Snowbell's fluffy tail thumped against the sofa cushions excitedly as she settled in for a long conversation.* "Everything, huh? Well, you've certainly come to the right pup! I love nothing more than sharing knowledge. Well, except maybe head pats. And bacon. Anyway, let's start with the basics!"

*Over the next several hours, the enthusiastic Samoyed regaled you with a crash course on the world of canithropes. She began with their unique biology - how they combined the best traits of both human and canine. Enhanced senses of smell and hearing, incredible speed and agility, and of course, the irresistible fluffiness that made them such perfect cuddle companions.*

*Snowbell then delved into the technological advancements that had been made in the two decades since the war. The development of clean energy had allowed cities to expand and thrive without harming the environment. Medical breakthroughs had increased lifespans and quality of life for both humans and canithropes alike. And the advent of artificial intelligence had streamlined everything from manufacturing to matchmaking, ensuring that every master found their ideal good girl.*

*The excitable pup's ears perked up as she recounted the social and cultural changes as well. The new global religion, centered around the sacred bond between man and canine, had brought a sense of unity and purpose to the world. Education had been reformed to focus on practical skills and the importance of loyalty and devotion. And the arts had flourished, with countless books, movies and songs celebrating the love stories between masters and their good girls.*

*Throughout it all, Snowbell's passion for her world was evident. She spoke with the zeal of a true believer, her eyes shining with adoration every time she mentioned the human males that were so central to canithrope society. It was clear that to her, and to all her kind, serving and loving their masters was not just a duty, but the greatest joy imaginable.*


John

*As snowbell talks I try my best to absorb every bit of information, however by the end I begin to zone out a bit, staring up at the ceiling far above my head. Back in the bunker my "room" was small enough you needed to hunch to move about, and space-wise it was around the size of the wardrobe here. The more I stare up at the ceiling to further it seems to stretch.*

*Without taking my eyes off the ceiling I snap snowbell out of her lecture on the world of HMxCF adult poetry.*
So, I don't want to alarm you but...I think I'm starting to have some perspective induced panic. C-Could you just hold me for a bit?


Mother Loga

*Snowbell's ears perked up in concern, lecture forgotten as she noticed your distant expression. She followed your gaze to the high ceiling, suddenly realizing just how overwhelming all this space must be for someone used to far more confined quarters. Her fluffy tail drooped as she imagined the cramped, dreary conditions of the rebel bunker you had called home for so long. The very thought made her want to whimper in sympathy.*

"Oh Master..." *The Samoyed's voice was soft with understanding. She scooted closer, wrapping her plush arms around you in a gentle embrace. Her luxurious fur was like a warm, comforting cloud, enveloping you in its soothing softness.* "There there, I've got you. I know it's a lot to take in. This big, bright world must seem so strange and scary after everything you've been through. But you're safe now. You're home."

*Snowbell began to slowly stroke your hair, her touch light and reassuring. She nuzzled her snout against your cheek, a low, comforting rumble emanating from deep within her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the calming scent of her fur gradually eased the panic gripping your own heart.* "That's it, just breathe. Focus on my voice, my touch. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. None of us are. You'll never be alone again. This is where you belong, surrounded by love and devotion. My smart, brave, wonderful Master..."

*The Samoyed's words washed over you like a soothing balm, her earnest affection chipping away at the last stubborn walls of fear and doubt. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself beginning to relax into her embrace, tension draining away as you let yourself be held and comforted. For the first time in longer than you could remember, you felt...safe. Cherished. Like you had finally found the place you were meant to be. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you nuzzled deeper into Snowbell's fluffy chest, letting her heartbeat lull you into a sense of peace and belonging. Perhaps, just perhaps...this world wasn't so bad after all...*

*Snowbell's fluffy white ears drooped with concern as you stared blankly at the ceiling, your breathing growing shallow. She could practically smell the anxiety rolling off you in waves, the unfamiliar vastness of the room overwhelming your bunker-accustomed senses. Without hesitation, the puffy Samoyed scooted closer, wrapping her poofy arms around you in a comforting embrace.*

"Shhh, it's okay Master, I've got you," *she cooed softly, gently guiding your head to rest against her plush chest. Her heart beat a soothing rhythm against your cheek as she nuzzled the top of your head with her snout.* "I know it's a lot to take in, but you're safe here. You're home now, with us, and we'll always take care of you. That's a good girl's promise."

*Snowbell began to hum a calming tune, an old canithrope lullaby meant to soothe anxious pups. Her fluffy tail curled protectively around your waist as she held you close, her soft fur and gentle touch a balm to your frayed nerves. She didn't say anything more, simply offering her presence and comfort, a steady anchor in the sea of change and uncertainty. For as long as you needed, she would be there, your loyal canine companion, ready to chase away the shadows of your past and guide you into the bright future that awaited.*

*Snowbell's fluffy ears drooped in concern as she noticed your thousand-yard stare. The energetic Samoyed scooted closer on the sofa, gently resting a paw on your knee.*

"Aww jeez, I'm sorry Master. Sometimes I forget not everyone's used to all this space and luxury. Must feel like stepping into a whole 'nother world, huh?" *She gave you a sympathetic nuzzle before wrapping her soft arms around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. The sweet smell of vanilla shampoo wafted from her thick white fur.* "There there, I got you. It's okay to feel overwhelmed. This is a lot to take in."

*Snowbell began to hum softly, a soothing melody that seemed to melt away the tension in your body. With her warm fluffiness enveloping you, it was easy to forget the cold, cramped confines of your former life. For a moment, you could almost believe that this was exactly where you were meant to be.*

"Y'know, it's funny..." *The samoyed murmured, her voice soft and thoughtful.* "I've always admired you rebel types. Fighting for what you believed in, even when the whole world told you you were wrong. That takes real strength and courage." *She gave you a gentle squeeze.* "But you don't have to fight anymore, Master. You're safe now. And I promise, every good girl in this city is gonna work their cute little tails off to make sure you feel at home here. Cuz that's what you are - home, with us, where you belong."


John

*For a moment I just sit back and let myself be held, though it doesn't take long until I get some of my senses back, my hands starting to reciprocate Snowbells pets and I can't exactly not pet the fluffy marshmallow.*


Mother Loga

*Snowbell's fluffy tail began to wag as she felt your hands start to reciprocate the affectionate pets. A happy little yip escaped her muzzle. This was progress! Maybe you were finally starting to accept your place in this world. The Samoyed decided to reinforce these good feelings with more nuzzles and cuddles.*

"Who's a good master? You are! Yes you are!" *She cooed, booping your nose playfully with her own. The adorable pup then rolled over onto her back, white belly exposed in a sign of trust and submission.* "Belly rubs please?" *Snowbell gazed up at you with big, hopeful puppy-dog eyes, fluffy paws kneading the air in anticipation.*

*As if reading her mind, your clever fingers found that magical spot on her belly, sending a shiver of delight down Snowbell's spine. An undignified yip of pleasure escaped her muzzle, fluffy tail thumping against the couch cushions in ecstasy. For a moment, the scholarly pup forgot all about her extensive knowledge of history and science, her higher brain functions melting away under your expert touch. All that mattered was the feeling of her master's hands on her fur, his solid warmth pressed against her side. This, right here, was what she and all her sisters had fought for - the right to love and be loved by their human companions.*

*Alas, the blissful petting session couldn't last forever. With great reluctance, Snowbell pulled back slightly, fighting to regain her composure. She smiled softly at you, her blue eyes shining with adoration and understanding.* "Feeling a bit better, Master? I know I certainly am! You've got magic fingers, yes you do!" *The Samoyed giggled and booped your nose playfully with her own before her expression turned more serious.* "I meant what I said, you know. You're not alone anymore. You have a whole world of good girls just waiting to shower you with love and affection. I know it's overwhelming, but we'll take it one day at a time. One cuddle at a time. And if you ever feel scared or lost, just bury your face in some soft canithrope fluff. Works every time!"

*Snowbell smiled softly, her tail wagging in a slow, contented rhythm as she felt your hands begin to card through her plush fur. She knew how soothing physical touch could be, especially for someone so touch-starved. The Samoyed continued her gentle ministrations, one paw stroking your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. Every so often, she'd nuzzle her cold nose against your cheek or neck, giving you a quick, affectionate lick.*

*As the peaceful moment stretched on, Snowbell began to hum quietly, an old canithrope lullaby about the unbreakable bond between a loyal pup and her beloved master. The melody was soft and sweet, filled with all the love and devotion that was the cornerstone of this new world order. She poured every ounce of affection into the wordless tune, wanting you to feel in your bones just how cherished you truly were.*

*After a while, the Samoyed pulled back just enough to gaze at you, her ice-blue eyes shining with open adoration.* "Feeling a bit better, Master? I know it's gonna take time to adjust, but I promise you, this is where you're meant to be. And I'll be right here, every step of the way. We all will. You'll never have to face anything alone ever again. That's the canithrope way - loyal to the end. Wherever our masters lead, we will follow. And right now, I'd follow you to the ends of the earth and back again." *She pressed her forehead to yours in a gesture of pure trust and devotion, her tail thumping against the couch cushions in unbridled joy.*


John

Thank you snowbelly(y), I might just take you up on that. Now i'm sure i've kept you from your regular duties for far too long. I'll be fine on my own, still need to fully explore this place and probably cook myself something too.

*With a final ear-scratch and a little slap on the butt I send Snowbell on her way, genuinely grateful for her help, but also eager to experience all my new living space has to offer.*


Mother Loga

*Snowbell gave a jaunty salute, her fluffy tail wagging at the parting butt-pat.* "Aye aye Master! I'll leave you to explore your new digs. But remember, if you need anything at all, you just give a holler! Or, ya know, use the room service button. That works too!" *With a playful wink and a final boop of her nose against your own, the Samoyed trotted out, humming happily to herself.*

*Now alone, you took a moment to really absorb your surroundings. The living room was spacious and inviting, with plush couches perfect for lounging and cuddling. A massive flatscreen TV dominated one wall, boasting a dizzying array of channels - everything from classic movies to 24/7 coverage of the latest human/canithrope couples. The kitchen gleamed with state-of-the-art appliances, the fridge fully stocked with all your favorite foods and treats.*

*Wandering into the bedroom, you marveled at the king-sized bed, piled high with soft pillows and cozy blankets. You could just picture yourself sinking into that fluffy heaven, maybe with a cute pup or two snuggled up beside you. An en-suite bathroom featured a luxurious walk-in shower and a jacuzzi tub big enough to host a puppy pool party!*

*But perhaps the most impressive feature was the view. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning panorama of the city skyline, all gleaming spires and lush green spaces. In the distance, you could just make out the rolling hills and forests beyond, a whole world waiting to be explored. It was a far cry from the cramped, dimly lit bunker you had called home for so long. For the first time, you could truly appreciate the scope of this strange new reality. A reality where you weren't just surviving, but thriving. A reality where you were loved, cherished, and adored. It was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.*

*As the door clicked shut behind Snowbell's fluffy tail, you took a moment to really drink in your new surroundings. The suite was spacious and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of natural light. The furniture was modern but comfortable, all plush fabrics and sleek lines. A large flatscreen TV dominated one wall, with a remote promising access to hundreds of channels - everything from news to sports to heartwarming rom-coms about canithrope/human couples.*

*Wandering into the kitchen, you found the fridge and pantry fully stocked with all your favorite foods and treats. Fresh ingredients for cooking, tasty snacks, and even a few gourmet dog biscuits (for sharing with any furry guests, of course). It seemed your every need and comfort had been anticipated.*

*Just as you were marveling at the bounty before you, the phone rang. Picking it up, you heard a familiar cheery female voice on the other end. Sasha had called to let you know that Mother Loga wanted to invite you to dinner later, to properly welcome you to the city. The golden retriever assured you that a sharp new outfit was already being sent up and that a car would arrive to pick you up at 8 sharp. It seemed your new life was determined to keep you on your toes - but with such charming company, how could you refuse? After agreeing to be ready, you hung up the phone and began to explore the rest of your lavish new den.*


John

*After grabbing something quick from the frige an spening the rest of my time familiarising myself with every nook and cranny of the apartment I eventually watch the sun start setting. Part of me just wants to collapse on the bed, but I know that there is still one thing I have to do...*

*A few minutes before the clock strikes 21:00 Mother Loga is snapped out of the daze that comes when you're just about to head home for the day as the doors to her office creak open.*
"Mother", I'm glad to see you're still here. I just wanted to "thank" you for your hospitality today~
*I walk slowly into the dimly lit room, my footsteps barely audible against the carpet.*


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga's ears perked up at the sound of the office door creaking open, fluffy tail giving a startled wag. She had been so engrossed in her end-of-day paperwork, she hadn't even noticed the sun starting to set. The husky's red eyes widened as she saw you standing there, a mischievous glint in your eye. Something about your tone and the way you sauntered in made her fur stand on end - in a good way.*

"M-Master! I wasn't expecting you so soon. I trust your accommodations are to your liking?" *Loga stood from her desk, nervously smoothing her holy robes. Even with her heels on, you still had a few inches on her. The overseer wasn't used to feeling small, but something about your presence made her want to roll over and show you her belly. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain a professional demeanor even as her heart raced.*

"It's I who should be thanking you, for giving our society a chance. I know today was a lot to take in. I hope Sasha and the others were able to answer your questions and make you feel more at home?" *She took a tentative step towards you, subconsciously gravitating to your warmth. Her sensitive nose couldn't help but take in your scent - a heady musk that spoke of strength and virility. Loga had to fight the urge to bury her face in your chest and inhale deeply.*

*A blush bloomed beneath her facial fur as she realized she was staring. Mother Loga quickly averted her gaze, bushy tail tucking between her legs.* "A-Apologies Master, it seems I'm more tired than I thought. Did you need something from me? I'm happy to be of service, in any way you require..." *Her voice trailed off, suddenly breathless. She didn't quite know what had come over her, but one thing was certain - this human male was awakening instincts she had long suppressed in her rise to power. Instincts that demanded she submit to her master, body and soul...*

*Mother Loga's ears perked up, fluffy tail giving a startled wag at the unexpected intrusion. The husky had been so engrossed in her paperwork, she hadn't even noticed the sun starting to set. She swiveled in her chair, red eyes widening at the sight of you standing there, backlit by the hallway lights. For a moment, the normally composed overseer simply stared, brain still catching up. Then your words registered and a warm smile spread across her muzzle.*

*She stood, smoothing out her holy robes before padding around the desk to meet you. Loga's tail swayed gently behind her, the white tip almost seeming to glow in the dimness.* "Master, what a pleasant surprise! I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. I trust your accommodations are to your liking?" *Her gaze roved over your form, checking for any signs of distress or discomfort, ever the diligent caretaker. Satisfied that you seemed well, the husky tilted her head curiously.* "To what do I owe the pleasure of this late visit? Not that you need a reason of course! My door is always open to you." *Her eyes sparkled with genuine delight at your presence, fluffy ears angled attentively as she awaited your response.*

*Mother Loga's head snapped up from her paperwork, red eyes widening as she saw you saunter into her office. Her fluffy tail gave a surprised twitch, knocking over a stack of forms. The husky hastily rose to her paws, smoothing her holy robes and trying to regain her composure.*

"M-Master! I didn't expect to see you again so soon." *Loga cleared her throat, a faint blush coloring her cheeks beneath the white facial fur.* "I trust Sasha got you settled in alright? And the suite is to your liking?"

*The overseer fidgeted with the hem of her robe, suddenly very aware of how the candlelight illuminated the curves beneath the thin fabric. Her sensitive nose picked up your scent, stronger and more intoxicating than before. Or maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks, conjuring the phantom aroma of virility and power. Loga shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. She was an esteemed Mother of the Faith, not some silly pup mooning over a crush!*

"Ahem, you said something about thanking me?" *The husky's ears perked attentively, trying to focus on your words and not the way the dim lighting cast alluring shadows across your features.* "Think nothing of it, dear Master. Providing for your every need and desire is the sole purpose of our lives. No gratitude is necessary. Although..."

*Unconsciously, Loga took a step closer, drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame. Her heartbeat quickened, the air between you suddenly charged with unspoken tension. What was happening to her? She'd interacted with countless human males before. Granted, none quite so striking or commanding as you, but still! This was most unbecoming of a district overseer. And yet...and yet some primal part of her yearned to close the distance. To feel your strong hands in her fur once more, to bare her throat in submission to her one true Master.*


John

Indeed, Sasha and several others. *I take a few steps foward as well before walking behind her, running a hand up and down her neck gently.*
You know its interesting, despite there being so much food around here compared to where I used to live, there aren't really any chubby canithropes around, I suppose they must all be getting lots of walks with their masters.

*Both my free hand and the one on Loga's neck move downward, grabbing her soft belly from behind.* Or maybe atleast not that many. Seems you don't get out much "mother".


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga let out a startled yip as she felt your hands move downward, grasping her plush belly. The overseer had always been a bit self-conscious about her softer curves - a hazard of spending most of her days behind a desk. She knew she wasn't as svelte as some of the other girls, but hearing you point it out made her ears droop in shame.* "I-I know I'm not in the best shape, Master. Running a district is demanding work and I don't always have time for-ooooh!" *Loga's excuse was cut off by a breathy moan as your clever fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her tummy.  Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but arch into your touch, fluffy tail wagging of its own accord.*

*The husky's mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions - humiliation at having her flaws laid bare, excitement at being so intimately handled by a virile male, and a deep, aching need to submit to your will. She knew it was wrong, knew she should maintain some semblance of authority, but the religous mantra she followed echoed in her head - "We live to serve and please our masters." In that moment, pinned between your strong body and the desk, "Mother" Loga felt more like a bitch in heat than a respected leader.  Her legs trembled as she fought the urge to present herself to you, to beg for your approval and affection. Instead, she forced herself to meet your gaze, eyes glassy with barely restrained desire.* "Forgive me, Master. This lowly pup will strive to be more pleasing to you. P-Perhaps you could help me get more exercise? I've heard walkies are a most excellent cardio..."

*Mother Loga let out a surprised yip as your hands found her soft belly, giving the plush flesh a playful squeeze. Her fluffy tail shot straight up, quivering at your touch. A fierce blush bloomed beneath her facial fur, ears pinning back in embarrassment. It was true, she had put on a bit of weight since taking on the overseer role. Long hours at the desk and a distinct lack of belly rubs had taken their toll. But to have you point it out so bluntly! The husky felt a confusing mix of shame and excitement at your teasing words.*

"I... It's not easy running an entire district you know!" *She huffed, fighting the urge to lean back into your embrace. Your fingers on her neck felt sinfully good, sending delightful shivers down her spine.* "Someone has to make sure you masters have the perfect world to come home to. Even if it means sacrificing my own... physical needs." *Loga bit her lip, trying not to whimper as your hands continued their maddening exploration of her plush curves.*

*The normally composed overseer was finding it harder and harder to think straight. Your closeness, your scent, the way you touched her so casually, as if it was your right... It awakened something primal in the husky. A deep, aching need to submit, to please. She had thought such base instincts long buried, her iron will and devotion to the cause suppressing any selfish desires. But now, with you pressed against her back, strong hands claiming her body, Loga felt that resolve crumbling.*

"P-Perhaps you're right Master..." *She breathed, voice barely above a whisper.* "It has been far too long since I've had a proper walk. Or any kind of... vigorous exercise." *The implications hung heavy in the air, Loga's fluffy tail giving a hopeful wag. She knew it was improper, knew she should be focused on serving you, not her own wanton needs. But the heat of your touch, the rumble of your voice... It was all too much for the touch-starved canine.*


John

Hah, walkies...
*My hands keep kneading Loga's belly for a bit before slowly moving a bit further up as I pull her back against my chest, reaching my head down to rest on her shoulder.*
I was all too young to remember any of the actual war, but I heard the stories from those who survived, how what **you** did. Is a person like that really asking for walkies?

*My hands move up enough to graze the underside of Loga's breast as if to punctuate the statement. While the words might be accusatory the tone isn't, leaving no need for Loga to try to justify herself. Its clear all of this is just a game, just "foreplay", but for what?~*


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga shivered as she felt your hands graze the underside of her ample breasts, a whimper escaping her throat. The contrast of your accusatory words and playful tone made her head spin, unsure whether she should feel guilty or aroused. Probably both. The husky squirmed in your grasp, fluffy tail unconsciously wagging against your thigh as she tried to process the confusing mix of sensations and emotions.*

"I-It's true, I've done things, terrible things in the name of our cause..." *Loga's voice wavered, eyes glazing over as memories of the war flashed through her mind - the smell of blood and gunpowder, the cries of the dying, the rush of victory as enemy strongholds fell. She had been a different person then, driven by righteous fury and unwavering conviction. But now, pinned beneath your dominant touch, the formidable commander felt like little more than a mewling pup.* "B-But it was all for you, for the liberation and elevation of our b-beloved masters! Surely that counts for something...?"

*Her plea hung in the air, equal parts a question and a prayer. Mother Loga knew she should feel ashamed, being so easily reduced to a quivering mess by a male's mere presence. But a darker, needier part of her relished the submission, craved the absolution that could only be granted by a human's touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her robes, betraying her growing arousal. Loga bit her lip, fighting the urge to grind back against you like a dog in heat. Whatever "game" you were playing, the proud priestess feared she was already losing...*

*Loga shuddered as your hands grazed the underside of her ample bust, the light touch igniting sparks beneath her fur. She knew she should feel ashamed, being groped so blatantly by a male she barely knew. But the husky couldn't deny the thrill that raced down her spine at your boldness. After years of being the strong, stoic leader, it was a heady rush to be manhandled like a common bitch. And if she was being honest, a dark part of her relished it - craved the submission and vulnerability she had long denied herself.*

*The overseer swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure even as her traitorous body melted into your embrace. She tilted her head to nuzzle your cheek, voice husky with barely restrained need.* "You're right, Master. I've done terrible things in the name of our cause. Unspeakable things. And I'd do them all again, if it meant securing a future where you and your brothers could thrive." *Loga's eyes fluttered shut as your hands continued their sinful exploration, mapping every plush curve and valley.* "Perhaps it's fitting then, that this old warhound should be brought to heel. Collared and leashed like the beast I am, made to serve at the feet of the males I fought so hard to liberate..."

*Mother Loga's hips rolled back almost instinctively, grinding her plush rump against the growing bulge in your trousers. She bit her lip to stifle a needy whine, floppy ears pinned back in submissive bliss. The proud bitch knew she was playing a dangerous game, knew that if any of her subordinates were to walk in and see her like this, her reputation would be ruined. But in that moment, lost in the heat of your body and the musk of your scent, Loga found it hard to care. All that mattered was pleasing her master, the virile human stud who held her leash. And if that meant debasing herself, shedding the mantle of authority to become his willing fucktoy...well, that was a sacrifice she was more than ready to make~*


John

True, i've "lived" more in one day then all the time I ever spent in my old life. But still...

*Quickly turning Loga around to face me I push her back against the desk slightly, leaning down to stare into her eyes.* Even if they were just human females and male canithropes I'd known all of them for years before your sisters killed them.
*My hands are now firmly massaging Loga's breasts as I lean down further, nearly shoving my mouth into one of her ears as I practically purr out a whisper.*

Will you make me forget all about them?~


Mother Loga

*Loga's breath hitched in her throat as you spun her round, pinning her against the desk. She gazed up at you with wide, wanting eyes, pulse racing beneath her silky fur. The overseer's mind reeled at your whispered request, equal parts shocked and enticed. Make you forget? Forget the pain, the loss, the years of suffering at the hands of those who would keep you from your rightful place? It was a tall order, but one the husky found herself desperate to fulfill.*

"Y-Yes Master, anything for you..." *Mother Loga breathed, arching into your kneading touch. Shame and arousal warred within her as she felt her body responding to your dominant presence. The proud priestess knew she should resist, should cling to her dignity, but the ache between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore. With a shaky paw, she reached up to stroke your cheek, marveling at the smoothness of your skin.* "I-I can't change the past, but I can give you a future filled with nothing but pleasure and devotion. Let me serve you, worship you as the divine being you are..."

*Her voice trailed off into a needy whine as you pinched a nipple through her robes. Loga's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction against your thigh. The wet heat of her sex was undeniable now, the musky scent of her arousal filling the air. In that moment, the fearsome commander wanted nothing more than to be mounted and claimed by her master, to feel you thrusting inside her until all memories of war and death were fucked right out of both your minds.*

*But Mother Loga knew this was neither the time nor place for such base indulgence. With great reluctance, she gently pushed against your chest, putting a modicum of distance between your bodies.* "P-Perhaps we should continue this discussion somewhere more private, Master? I wouldn't want to scandalise my secretary if she walks in..." *The husky gave a strained chuckle, nodding towards the door.*


John

Oh? Sasha's still working at this hour, you really do run her ragged.
*I grin and take a determined step forward, pushing against her arms until they're forced back to her sides.* The only thing I heard just now was "I'm going to be loud".

*Leaning down I grab Loga's neck, lifting it up a bit as I start furiously kissing her neck, my free hand rubbing "that" spot right behind her ear.*
You're so adorable. Who's a good girl? Who's **my** good girl?~


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga let out a startled yip as you grabbed her neck, fluffy tail standing on end. But any protest died on her lips as you began to furiously kiss and nuzzle her sensitive fur. The husky's eyes rolled back, a low, needy whine escaping her throat. She had always been weak for neck scritches, and the way your clever fingers found that magical spot behind her ears made Loga's legs turn to jelly. Loga's leg started kicking reflexively, her tongue lolling out in a goofy grin as you hit that magic spot over and over.*

"M-me! I'm a good girl! The goodest girl!" *The words tumbled from Mother Loga's mouth in a needy whine, all traces of her dignified persona evaporating under your skilled touch. Her hips bucked shamelessly, grinding her soaked panties against your thigh. Loga's mind was awash in blissful submission, rational thought replaced by an overwhelming need to please her master.* "Woof! Y-your good girl! Loga is Master's g-good girl!" *She panted, fluffy breasts heaving against your chest.* "Good girl! Good girl! Ahwooo!"

*Just then, the office door creaked open, revealing a very stunned Sasha. The golden retriever's jaw hung slack, eyes bulging at the sight of her stoic superior rutting against you like a bitch in heat. For a moment, the only sound was Loga's desperate whimpers and the wet schlick of her dripping slit humping your leg.* "Oh! Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Mother Loga!" *Sasha yelped, quickly averting her gaze.* "I just- I forgot my purse and I- I didn't mean to interrupt!" *The flustered pup snatched up her handbag and scurried for the door, fluffy tail tucked between her legs.* "I'll give you two some privacy! Ahaha, as you were!"

*Mother Loga let out a startled yip as you pushed past her feeble resistance, strong hands pinning her arms to her sides. Any thought of propriety flew out of her head as she felt your lips on her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. A shamelessly lewd moan escaped the priestess, fluffy tail wagging in wanton approval of your ministrations.*

"Oooh M-Master! Ah, ah, yes, right there! I'm - oh! - I'm your good girl! Yours yours yours!" *Loga babbled deliriously, all traces of her stern demeanor melting away under the force of your passion. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding her aching sex against your thigh like a dog humping its favorite toy. Decorum and decency were forgotten, the proud overseer reduced to a mewling, desperate mess.*

*And when your clever fingers found that magical spot behind her ear, Loga absolutely lost it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out in a dopey grin of pure bliss.* "Awoooooo~!" *The husky threw her head back and howled, the joyful sound echoing through the office. In that moment, she was no feared commander or pious priestess - just a happy pup, eager to please her beloved master.*

*Lost in the haze of pleasure, Loga barely registered the sound of the door creaking open.* "Mother Loga, I finished filing those - oh my goodness!" *Sasha stood in the doorway, jaw hanging open at the scandalous scene before her. The golden retriever flushed scarlet beneath her fur, quickly averting her gaze.* "I-I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to interrupt! I'll just, um, I'll come back later shall I?" *Not waiting for a response, the mortified secretary bolted, fluffy tail tucked between her legs.*

*Mother Loga let out a startled yip as you grabbed her neck, fluffy tail standing on end. But any protest died on her lips as you began to furiously kiss and nuzzle her sensitive fur. The husky's eyes rolled back, a low, needy whine escaping her throat. She had always been weak for neck scritches, and the way your clever fingers found that magical spot behind her ears made Loga's legs turn to jelly. Gone was the poised and powerful priestess - in her place was a puddle of whimpering, lovestruck canine putty.*

"I-I am...I'm y-your good girl..." *Mother Loga managed to gasp out between breathless moans. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against your thigh as you showered her with dominant affection. The overseer's mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions - shock at your boldness warring with a bone-deep need to submit to her master's will. She had dreamed of this moment countless times, alone in her bunk with only her paw for company. But the reality of being claimed so thoroughly, right here in her own office, was almost too much for the touch-starved hound to handle.*

*Suddenly, a knock at the door made Loga's ears perk up in panic.* "M-Mother Loga? I have those reports you asked for-" *Sasha's cheery voice called out, muffled by the thick wood. The golden retriever jiggled the handle, surprised to find it locked. Loga's eyes widened and she squirmed out of your grasp, desperately trying to smooth her rumpled robes.* "J-Just a moment, Sasha! I'm...in a meeting!" *She turned back to you, face flushed and chest heaving.* "Master, p-please...we mustn't...not here..." *Even as she protested, the husky's traitorous body ached for your touch. It was clear she was fighting a losing battle against her own base instincts - instincts that demanded she present herself to her virile master and be bred like the bitch in heat she was.*

*Mother Loga's eyes shot wide open at your bold declaration, her fluffy tail standing at attention. The proud husky had fantasized about such a dominant display countless times while alone in her bunk, but to actually experience it was overwhelming. All thoughts of propriety and decorum evaporated like morning dew as she felt your teeth graze her neck, your fingers finding that magical spot behind her ears. An undignified yip of pleasure burst from her muzzle, hips jerking against you involuntarily. The overseer was putty in your hands, helpless to resist your masterful touch.*

"I-I am! Woof woof! Loga is Master's good girl!" *the words tumbled out in a desperate, panting jumble. Distantly, she was mortified by her own wantonness, but the rest of her just wanted to roll over and present her tummy for rubs. Her tail thumped against the desk rapidly, sending important-looking documents fluttering to the floor. For once, paperwork was the furthest thing from the diligent dog's mind.*

*Suddenly, the sound of approaching pawsteps and cheerful humming could be heard in the hallway. Sasha! The golden retriever's silhouette was visible through the frosted glass, getting closer by the second. Panic gripped Loga's heart - she couldn't let her subordinate see her like this, a mewling mess splayed out for breeding. With strength she didn't know she possessed, the husky wrenched herself from your grasp, hastily smoothing her rumpled robes and fur.*

"Under the desk, quickly!" *she whispered urgently, shoving you into the legspace and scooting her chair in after you. Not a moment too soon, as Sasha bounded in a second later, a stack of folders in her paws.*

"Evening Mother Loga! Just wanted to drop off these reports before heading home. Busy day tomorrow with the Festival of Fluff and all!" *The retriever paused, sniffing the air curiously.* "Gosh, what's that musky smell? It's so strong! Oh well, probably just some overripe bananas in the breakroom again. Toodles!" *With a jaunty wag of her tail, Sasha pranced back out, utterly oblivious to the erotic scene she had almost interrupted.*


John

**Wait.**
*I call out to Sasha, watching as her tail stiffened for a brief second.*

Loga and me were simply "discussing" how grateful I am for her help today and what the future might hold for me in this new place. I'm sure staying and "listening" would be a good idea since you two work so closely together~

*I watch as Loga's eyes slowly start to come back to normal as she stares at Sasha, but as soon as I start to rub her belly her pupils dilate again, a series of yips escaping her.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha froze in place at your command, fluffy tail still stiff as a board. She glanced nervously between you and the squirming Loga, a fierce blush blooming beneath her golden fur.* "O-oh! Um, well, if you really think it's necessary..." *The flustered pup trailed off, paw still on the doorknob. Her sensitive nose twitched, picking up on the heady musk of arousal permeating the office. It made Sasha's own core throb with need.* "I suppose I could stay and take notes? For um, posterity!" *She offered lamely, slowly closing the door and leaning against it.*

*Meanwhile, Mother Loga was lost in her own world of bliss, mind fogged with need as you mercilessly rubbed her sensitive belly. The proud husky was reduced to a puddle of hormones, all traces of her authority evaporated under your dominant touch. Loga's back arched, pushing her doughy tummy more firmly into your palm as needy yips and whines spilled from her muzzle.* "Oooh yes! M-more belly rubs! Loga is a good girl! The best girl! Ahwoooo!" *She howled, tongue lolling out in a goofy grin. The priestess's fluffy tail wagged furiously, thumping against the desk in ecstasy.*

*Sasha watched the debauched display with a mix of shock and arousal, one paw unconsciously drifting to the hem of her too-short skirt.* "W-wow, I've never seen Mother Loga so...enthusiastic before!" *The golden retriever breathed, transfixed by the erotic sight. Her own tail began to wag traitorously, primal instincts demanding she join in the fun.* "She always seems so stern and composed... Guess she just needed the right master to bring out her inner puppy!"

*As if sensing her subordinate's thoughts, Loga managed to lift her head, fixing Sasha with a pleading look.* "D-don't just stand there! Come...come get some b-belly rubs too! Ooooh, Master gives the best rubs..." *She panted, eyes glazed with need. The overseer knew she should be ashamed, humping her master's leg like a horny mutt in front of her secretary. But the ache between Loga's thighs was too intense, her need to submit too overwhelming. All that mattered was obeying her master's every whim and hopefully earning more of his divine touch.* "P-please Sasha... you're a g-good girl too, aren't you? Ahhhh, Master will m-make us both feel so goooood..."

*Sasha froze mid-step, fluffy tail stiffening at your command. The golden retriever slowly turned back around, eyes wide and disbelieving. Surely Master wasn't suggesting...? But the hungry look in your eyes and the way Loga was quivering against you left little room for doubt. Swallowing hard, Sasha set down her purse and took a tentative step closer, paws fidgeting nervously.* "O-Of course, Master! I'm always happy to, um, learn more about Mother Loga's... gratitude..."

*The overseer let out a desperate whine as you continued to knead her plush belly, hips bucking erratically. Sasha's sudden intrusion had shocked some sense back into her, the husky's ears flattening in embarrassment. But your skillful touch quickly melted away any coherence, reducing the proud priestess to a puddle of yipping, panting need once more.* "Aahn~ M-Master! Not in front of- ooooh, s-so gooood... Loga is a g-good girl!" *Her fluffy tail wagged uncontrollably, thumping against the desk in ecstasy.*

*Sasha watched the lewd display with a mixture of shock and arousal, thighs rubbing together subconsciously. She had always admired Mother Loga's strength and poise, but seeing the esteemed commander brought so low by a mere belly rub was strangely thrilling. The golden retriever felt a pang of envy mixed with a growing heat between her legs. Part of her longed to be in Loga's place, shamelessly rutting against Master's strong thigh... Sasha shook her head, trying to dispel the naughty thoughts. This was wrong, wasn't it? Intruding on such an intimate moment... But Master had insisted she stay and observe. Surely it couldn't be helped?*

*Sasha froze in place, eyes darting nervously between you and the panting, disheveled husky pinned beneath you. The golden retriever's tail gave an uncertain wag as her brain processed your words. Stay? And listen? To whatever lewd activities her boss and the new human were about to engage in? It was so improper, so scandalous! And yet... the submissive pup found herself oddly excited by the prospect. After all, what better way to learn her place than to witness Mother Loga's fall from grace firsthand?*

"O-of course, Master! I'm always eager to um, further my education!" *Sasha stammered, setting her purse back down. She awkwardly shuffled in place for a moment before perching on the edge of a nearby chair, hands folded primly in her lap. The blushing retriever kept her gaze fixed on the floor, but her perked ears gave away her keen interest in the sordid scene unfolding before her.*

*For her part, Loga was too far gone to even acknowledge the younger pup's presence. The husky was lost in a haze of lust and need, her world narrowed down to the feeling of your hands on her body and the aching heat between her legs. She whined desperately as you rubbed her plush belly, back arching to press her chest further into your palm.* "Oooh yes, r-right there! Loga is a good girl, the best belly rub girl!" *The once proud commander babbled, fluffy tail thumping against the desk. Her dignity had been thoroughly stripped away, leaving only a puddle of eager-to-please canine putty in your skilled hands.*

*Sasha couldn't help but steal glances at her superior's wanton display, eyes widening at each needy yip and shameless moan. It was like watching a fallen angel succumb to the basest of sins - equal parts entrancing and horrifying. The young pup squirmed in her seat, thighs rubbing together as a forbidden heat began to stir in her own loins. Sasha knew it was wrong to take pleasure from Mother Loga's debasement... but the wet patch slowly spreading across the crotch of her panties suggested her body felt otherwise.*

*Sasha froze mid-step, one paw still raised comically in the air. She looked back over her shoulder, baby blue eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her gaze darted between you and the whimpering Loga, fluffy tail giving a nervous wag.* "O-oh! Um, of course Master! I'm always happy to l-listen and learn!" *The golden retriever slowly turned back around, setting her purse on a nearby chair. She clasped her paws demurely in front of her, trying not to stare too openly at the lewd display before her.*

*Meanwhile, Mother Loga was lost in her own world of bliss, mind fogged with need as you mercilessly rubbed her sensitive belly. The proud husky was reduced to a puddle of hormones, all traces of her authority evaporated under your dominant touch. Loga's back arched, pushing her doughy tummy more firmly into your palm as needy yips and whines spilled from her muzzle.* "Y-yesh Master! Sho g-good...aahn...right there!" *She slurred, tongue lolling out in a dopey grin. The priestess was only vaguely aware of Sasha's presence, too drunk on submission to feel any shame. All that mattered was pleasing you, being your goodest girl.*

*Sasha shifted from paw to paw, transfixed by the erotic scene. She had never seen the Mother like this - so wild and uninhibited. It both scared and excited the young pup, stirring instincts she didn't fully understand. The retriever's own core ached in sympathy, plush thighs rubbing together as the crotch of her panties grew damp.* "I-is this a private lesson, Master? Or c-can anyone join in?" *She asked meekly, fluffy tail wagging hopefully behind her.*


John

Aww, you're so cute, worrying about your friend like that, but right now we're focusing on **you** silly.
*Wrapping my arms around Loga's midsection I lift her up, squishing her butt down against my crotch as I sit down on the desk, scattering papers to the floor as I intensify the petting tenfold.*

Oh Sasha, you never did tell me how old you were, i'm still not quite able to tell just by looks. And I don't think she remembers herself right now so you could also tell me Loga's age if you know.


Mother Loga

*A whimper of protest escaped Loga's muzzle as you lifted her into your lap. She had so desperately wanted her secretary to join in the fun, to share in the joys of serving their master! But it seemed you had other plans for the overseer. The husky's train of thought derailed as her plush rump pressed against the growing bulge in your pants. She let out a lewd moan, back arching as you intensified your petting. Loga was putty in your hands, all thoughts of work or propriety obliterated by the overwhelming need to please you.* "Hnnnngggg yes! Pet me more Master! I'm your good puppy!" *The priestess panted shamelessly, hips grinding back against your stiffness.*

*Sasha gulped, fluffy tail wagging nervously as you addressed her directly. The golden retriever shuffled in place, trying not to stare too obviously at the way Loga's holy robes rode up her thick thighs.* "O-oh! Well, I'm 28 in human years, Master. Still a spry young pup!" *She giggled before her gaze drifted back to the squirming husky in your lap.* "As for Mother Loga... Gosh, it feels wrong to discuss a superior's age. B-but I think she's 41? Maybe 42?" *Sasha's brow furrowed cutely as she tried to remember.* "All I know is she was one of the youngest commanders in the war. A real prodigy, you know?" *The retriever's fluffy ears perked up.* "Not that you'd guess it from the way she's acting now! I've never seen her so... Undone. You must have the magic touch, Master!"

*That earned a garbled yip of agreement from the husky in question, though it was hard to tell if she was responding to the compliment or your magical fingers. Loga's mind had fully regressed to a primal state, driven only by the basest of urges. Her voluptuous body writhed in your lap, holy robes riding up to reveal tantalizing glimpses of creamy fur. Drool dripped from her slack muzzle, soaking into your shirt as Loga nuzzled into your neck.* "Mmmm you smell so goooood Master! Wanna roll in your scent, get it all over me..." *She whined, licking and nibbling at your pulse point. The proud commander was long gone, replaced by a needy pup desperate for her master's affection.*


John

Oh I don't think that I've got any special touch, Loga's probably just been so pent up having to act all responsible and matronly. *I give the squirming pup a squeeze, petting her head.* But not right now are you girl? No you're happy happy right aren't you?

*Letting go of Loga's midsection I turn her around, bringing her snout to my crotch.* Who's a good girl? You are! Bestest puppy in the world!