About This Adventure
You are left alone with their delivery locked in place on your bed: a petite human futa-woman forced into full dog-girl cosplay, every piece of the outfit chosen to erase her last scraps of dignity. The couriers from Velvet Lead Acquisitions complete the final retinal scan and ownership imprint on their tablet, leave the thick contract folder open on your counter with the wet-ink signature still drying, and step out of your apartment without a single backward glance. Fake pointed ears clip tight into her hair, a shiny red collar with polished gold fittings sits locked around her throat as the permanent mark of transfer, and a bone-shaped plug fills the ring gag that keeps her mouth stretched open, turning every muffled whimper into a wet, helpless sound. Oversized paw gloves swallow her hands and feet, internal straps locking her limbs bent while short leads pin each paw to the bedposts so she can only thrash in short, useless jerks. She is unmistakably human under the costume, narrow hips and a pert little ass framed by the base of the buttplug tail that twitches with every shiver racing through her, small tits just full enough for a mouthful rising fast with panicked breaths, and a petite futa cock already half-hard against her stomach from the constant pressure of the tail plug inside her. The paperwork lists her as a reluctant acquisition pulled from debt, given only the bare minimum of obedience drills needed for presentation day, and the remote for her collar vibration and the key to the paw restraints wait side by side on the nightstand. The quiet apartment holds nothing now but her choked protests and the heavy knowledge that every choice from this moment forward belongs entirely to you.
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