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She’s trying to protest but all she can do is bark and whine, effect of a generous amount of Class-W… Even her sharp claws are gone! She’s totally helpless.

Brought on walks, she receives more pats than she ever has before.. Her stiff ears and now floppy, a sensation both overwhelming and alienating whenever other affini touch them.

Everything smells so strong, so defined. A cacophony of senses, even her eyes are now forced to see her own snout at all time, permanent witness of her new fate.. She can't run away from this, from her owner or from herself.

Her small kitty bed is too tight, she is forced to sleep on the floor, at the feet of her Mistress' be to keep warm.

"Do you understand what we are capable now, puppy?

You see, you could never escape from this. I've given you your ears, your tail, and still that wasn't enough. You just HAD to go pretend to be one of those proud cats, didn't you? Well, no more of that*.

Her owner pats her on the head, her touch so full of care and kindness despite the brutality of this mistreatment.. She longs for her old form, to be agile, swift.. Now she's just nothing but a clumsy dog. A stupid, stinky, clumsy dog. How could anyone love this? And yet.. Mistress is showing her so much care..

*Now you're a puppy.

An adorable, helpless, clueless puppy.

You can't even talk...

This is very pathetic, you know? And yet do you see this? I still care for you. I still want you. Your Terran pride holds no place here.

Whatever you are, you WILL be cared for.

This is threat.

This is a truth.*

These words connect so deeply within that pup's heart. These affirmations penetrating layers upon layers of doubt and worries. She does not know why, but all of this rings so incredibly true.. This feels so wrong, yet all objections are deflected from her puppy mind as she looks at her owner with a deep, longing gaze.

*It's almost impossible for pups not to be obsessed with their owner, you know?

It's almost ingrained in them to obey, to be trained...

And you will love this.

This is the start of your new becoming.

Now, bark for me.*

There's no hesitation from that floret, and she lets out the most adorable, most natural bark from her cute lips.

*ARF*

*CLICKS*

*Good dog.

So obedient.

The usual “free Terran” resistance doesn’t even cross her mind as she instead declares over and over that this isn’t her name, and that she is a boy.

The affinity simply chuckles. What a silly pet she is! She’s obviously a girl, and always has been! And she give her a heavy dose of xenodrugs to soothe her mind.

Over the next few days, the floret gets put into cute dresses, her hair grows out quite a bit due to the drugs, and even her voice starts sounding more feminine.

There daze she is being kept under is making it harder and harder to protest, and she starts to respond naturally to her new name under the affini’s care.

Class Gs are used and she is too far gone to even realize that the adorably feminine body she now had is one different from just a week prior.

She is now a happy pet. A happy girl pet

Oh please frost right off. It always makes me so so frustrated to see people go to such great lengths to enjoy HDG by ignoring its most fundamental ideas and concept.

I don’t know if it’s the desire to belong or some form of need to connect with a “likeminded”community but like…

Go read other fiction. Other smut. Hdg is specific in its goals, and if those goals aren’t your thing then fine. move on. Please, DEFINITELY don’t start writing a story of your own in the setting that will be “more palatable”.

Would you go to a BDSM party if that’s not your thing? Would you try and turn the entire basis of that event around to fit what *you* consider to be good? Girl there’s plenty of other events that are full of things you’ll actually enjoy. We’re here to get hog slapped, why are you here if you don’t like pain?