Puppy Mill

Chapter 1

While most kids his age were at some sort of after school activity, or even just doing homework, Justin was working. There was no way his family could afford sports equipment. Not even a pair of cleats. He'd never even owned a new pair of sneakers, let alone ones built for digitigrade feet. Like most canines he had to settle for adapter footwraps.

Justin was a morph. Or an anthro or whatever you wanted to call them. He hated pretty much every word humans used to describe what he was; because they all reminded him he was different. He was never ashamed of being a dog morph, in fact he was pretty proud of being a pure husky, like every teenger he just hated sticking out.  But the truth was he always stuck out. There were only ten others like him in his entire middle school. The whole reason he had to work at this stupid pet store was that morphs weren't allowed to get the good jobs. His parents both worked and he still needed to help out.

Ok the store wasn't that stupid. The owner was pretty nice and paid under the table, even if it wasn’t much. And he liked seeing the animals everyday. They didn’t allow pets in his apartment complex, even if his family could have afforded one. It just sucked that he was here stocking shelves and cleaning out birdcages while other kids got to have fun. 

Justin stood up after placing the last can of cat food in its place to see his boss, Mr. Johnson standing next to him. 

“Oh hi sir, I didn't see you there," he said a little surprised he didn't hear him coming. 

“It's fine Justin, and how many times do I have to tell you: you don't need to call me sir," the man replied with a grin. He was a human, middle aged and kind of chubby in the way humans that age seemed to get. “I just wanted to tell you that I wanted to see you in my office at the end of your shift”

Now that made the young husky nervous. Not that he had any reason to be. He was always on time and probably hadn't done anything wrong. But he couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach for the next hour. This job didn't pay much but he knew how much it helped his family when he could pay for some clothes and stuff.

Five o'clock eventually rolled around and Justin trudged into the back of the store to the employee area. Hanging up his apron and hat he took a few deep breaths and knocked on the owner's office door, going in once he heard an acknowledgement from the other side. 

He hated this office. It was nothing personal it just smelled like old cigarettes. He'd never seen Mr Johnson smoke, but with his powerful morphic sense of smell the boy knew he probably used to. It was cluttered, but not messy. The room was so small there was probably no way it couldn't be filled with stuff.

“Justin, just the person I wanted to see," the man said, motioning for the boy to sit. “I was just looking over some old files and did you know you've been working here for exactly one year?" the man said happily.

Had he? It felt like forever but lots of things felt that way at his age. “Oh no I guess I hadn't kept track," Justin replied relaxing now that things seemed more positive. 

“You have, and I'm glad to say you've been an excellent employee the entire time. In fact you've been more reliable than most of the college students I hired even if you're only what, thirteen now?”

He had in fact been thirteen for a whole two months and nodded his head.

“Great. Now that you're a little older and more experienced I thought it would be a good idea to expand your responsibilities. A bit of a promotion I guess you could say.”

Now that had his attention. The money Justin brought in had really helped his family, even a tiny bit more could be a big deal. 

“Ok! What do I have to do?" the boy replied enthusiastically.

The man smiled at the young husky’s eagerness. “Well there are two sides to this business, retail and manufacturing. You've been pretty good at the first and I think you'd be a natural at the second” 

Now that was confusing. Manufacturing? “You mean like making the food or…?" the boy replied quizzically.

That got a laugh out of the human. “No, no, nothing quite like that. You see we're a small store, we can't compete with the big chains when it comes to food. We have to offer something they can't. There are some people that are willing to pay a lot of money for just the right thing, and that includes pets. A dog with just the right pedigree can fetch a huge price.”

This made more sense to the boy. “You mean like a show dog? I didn't know we sold anything fancy like that”

Now Mr Johnson was smiling. “Well not a show dog, no. And you're right we don't sell these dogs in the store. Justin do you know what a hybrid dog is?”

The boy felt his blood run cold. He couldn't breathe. He knew what a hybrid was. Every morph knew what a hybrid was. But every morph also knew that humans were never supposed to learn about this.

“N-no I don't know what that means," the boy stammered out. “You mean like a labradoodle or...”

“I mean a dog that's half morphic” the human replied bluntly. “You see years ago a little bird told me about this new kind of animal. They were dogs but smarter, much smarter. They lived longer and were easier to train. And my first thought was: people would pay a fortune for something like that.”

“Oh that's sounds like an urban legend, it has to be. You don’t believe something so crazy, right?" Justin tried to say nonchalantly, but cracking voice betrayed him.

“Here's the thing. That little bird was actually more like a large German Shepherd, and he didn't just tell me he showed me. Bred a female right there in front of me, and two months later she gave birth. You know what else he told me? Every single morph knows about this, and humans were never supposed to find out”

By now Justin was close to hyperventilating. He could only stare at the floor while his thoughts moved at light speed. This was bad, this was really bad. Oh my god the humans found out dad was right they are going to hate us and take away our rights and make us live on farms and…

“Justin? Whoa calm down there champ!” Mr Johnson said, reaching over to rub the panicking husky morph’s shoulder. “I'm not going to tell anyone else about this. I know how humans treat you guys, I'm not going to give them an excuse to do worse”

The boy looked up and managed to find his voice for a second “You're not? Then what… why are you telling me this?”

“Of course not," the man tried to reassure him. “Besides the last thing I want is more competition. The fewer people that know the better.”

Ok that last part, at least, made sense to the boy. He knew enough about the world to know greed was a better motivator than kindness with humans.

“As for why I'm telling you this," the man continued, switching back into business mode. “That Shepherd I told you about? We worked together for a long time, but he was much older than me and retired last year. Bought a nice place down in Boca Raton. Last I heard he spends his whole day on the beach, drinking rum out of one of those stupid coconuts with an umbrella in it. Meanwhile I still have a business to run. Selling dog food and cat toys barely pays the rent but there's not much I can do without a morph to work as a breeder. That's where you come in.”

Now Justin was uncomfortable. He couldn't help but squirm in his seat, knowing exactly where this was headed.

“Now I know it's taboo for morphs to even talk about this kind of thing…”

Justin couldn't help but let out a small laugh at that. Taboo? No this wasn't a taboo. It was taboo to have sex with your sister. It was taboo to jerk off in public. This was on a whole other level. It was the giant flashing DO NOT CROSS sign for all morphs. The consequences weren't just personal they could bring ruin on the entire species.

“... but I would pay quite a lot of money to someone who was willing to help me with this.” 

Then Justin asked the fateful question, the one that would end up determining the course of his life a long time to come. 

“How much money do you mean?”

Mr Johnson smiled. He had him. Now it was just a matter of numbers, and everyone had a number.

“Well I was thinking something like five hundred dollars…”

Justin felt relaxed. He wasn't going to betray his people for that. Sure he had been tempted, it was a lot of money, but he came through the other side without…

“... per puppy.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh god that was a lot of money. Dogs could have six puppies in a litter and if there was more than one litter... 

No. Stop right there. He couldn't do this. It was wrong. It would mean going against everything his parents taught him, everything he that morphs held sacred.

But his parents needed money. With that kind of cash they wouldn't have to worry all the time. Maybe we could even move to a nice apartment where the hot water actually worked all the time and the neighbors weren't constantly screaming at each other.

“What do you think?" said Mr Johnson. He had a neutral expression on his face, like he had just asked about the weather.

“I don't… It's just… You know… I've never… and besides I couldn't, you know, with a dog. It's not right," Justin said, trying to convince himself as much as his boss. It wasn't until right then that the full implications of this scheme started to dawn on him. 

He was being asked to have sex. Like real sex. For real. And to get someone pregnant. Something pregnant. Holy shit he would have kids. But would he really? They'd still be dogs. Well mostly dogs. And the truth was he could probably do it with a dog. He was thirteen and horny all the time. Hell one time he tried to have sex with a door, though that didn't really end well.

“Can I think about it?" the boy finally managed to say.

The neutral expression on his boss’s face quickly transformed into a gentle smile.

“Of course you can. This isn't something you need to decide right now. How about this, you think it over tonight and tomorrow after work you can meet the dog and decide?” 

“Tomorrow?” This was moving so fast. 

“Well we do have a short window if you decide to go through with this”

Oh right dogs had to be in heat to get pregnant. Morphs didn't work that way.

“Umm ok I guess. Are you going to be mad if I say no?" Justin asked, realizing that he really did need this job.

“No, no, no. You do not need to do this, and I'm not going to fire you or anything terrible like that. This is just a great opportunity for the both of us and I'd hate if you missed out," the man replied trying to reassure the young husky. He started again, “Ok I've kept you long enough already. You just head home, think it over, and we'll see what happens tomorrow. Alright?” 

The boy nodded and said goodbye, slipping out of the store quickly and walking home. The normally 20 minute journey seemed to take no time at all, like he was in a fog the whole trip. Before he knew it he was standing in front of apartment 808. Home.

Heading inside he saw his mom in their tiny kitchen near the entrance.

“Oh there you are honey, you're late did work go ok?" she said as he slipped his backpack off and collapsed onto the sofa.

“Hmm? Oh yeah work was… kinda crazy today," he replied truthfully.

“Well I saved you some dinner; eat up and be sure to finish your homework right after”

Getting up to eat he looked around for the first time since getting home. 

“Is Dad home?" he said between mouthfuls of reheated food.  

“No, he picked up more overtime so he won't be home until late tonight. You'll probably be in bed by then," his mom said.

“Oh ok.” He guessed that was good. Overtime paid well but he barely even saw his dad anymore. It was kinda screwed up that good news meant he couldn't see his father.

After finishing dinner he grabbed his school books and headed back to the bedroom finding his siblings engaged in another one of their epic adventures. The twins were both seven, one boy and one girl. Toby, his brother, was in the process of rescuing a cowboy from the clutches of Amy, his sister, and currently a ballerina wizard. 

When they saw Justin enter both of them jumped off the bed to hug him with a simultaneous shout. 

“We missed you! Can you play with us? How are the bunnies at the store?" they said, talking so fast Justin wasn't sure who said what.

“I have to do homework guys, so you gotta move to the living room. I'll play with you afterwards.  The bunnies are still there and doing just fine”

They both let out a disappointed, “awww," but raced out of the room before he could respond.

By some small miracle homework was actually light that night. Seventh grade was usually much tougher, but considering how little he could be could concentrate Justin wasn't about to question it.  Fifteen minutes later he was done, but by then something else was demanding his attention. He was hard. Incredibly hard. Today's events had supercharged his sex drive, which was normally going top speed anyway.

Homework normally took at least an hour, so no one was going to bother him for a good long time.  Hornieness didn’t overtake all his good sense, this time at least, so he propped the desk chair against the door before stripping fully nude and laying down on his bed.  Reaching under the bed he groped around until he found it: the bottle of hand lotion he’d hidden in the frame.  It wasn’t the best lube around but it was unscented; and in a home filled with dog morphs that was more important than anything else.  He didn’t need his brother asking why his pants smelled funny.  Again.

First thing's first though, with a practiced touch he massaged his sheath, pulling it back and exposing his pink canine penis, taking special care around the base.  His knot was already partially formed and there was a slight pinch as the skin stretched around it.  Now free from its confines the shaft throbbed noticeably with his heartbeat.  Wasting no time he squirt the lotion onto his paw pads and spread an even layer over his penis.  Gripping the shaft below the knot he held his penis vertically and started a slow stroking motion with the other paw, paying special attention to the tip.  He wasn’t going to last long at this rate.  

His mind kept going back to the idea of impregnating a girl.  Well at first it was a girl morph, but that didn’t last long.  Would it really be so terrible to fuck a dog?  Now that pleasure was racing through his body it seemed like a pretty good idea.  He gripped behind the knot even tighter, squeezing hard and trying to milk even more excitement out of his cock.  His other paw stroked faster.  Precum was squirting out regularly now, occasionally even reaching his stomach.  Yeah fucking a dog would feel great.  Who knows when he could sleep with a girl, but he could have sex tomorrow if he wanted.  Fuck her for real and cum all the way inside.  He could make a dog pregnant with his puppies.

That did it.  With a final strangling squeeze his knot fully inflated, turning almost purple.  His eyes snapped shut, his toes curled, and his hips pushed up into the air.  His cock shot strings of milky semen into the air with surprising force, coating his chest and stomach fur.  Slumping back down on the bed Justin finally felt relaxed for first time that night.  He could enjoy the afterglow for a while, it had only taken him a few minutes to cum. And if he was honest with himself this was the best orgasm he’d felt in a long time. “God I am fucked up," said into the empty room.

The feel of semen soaking through his fur and touching his skin finally spurred him into action. One quick run across the hall and a shower later Justin was in the living room with his mom and siblings, helping a cowboy attack the lair of an evil ballerina ninja. The young husky pups were having a blast but Justin couldn’t help looking at the state of the toys they had.  He remembered playing with these same action figures when he was seven and they were not new then.  Time had not done them any favors.  Most were missing at least a few fingers, with some of the oldest toys lacking entire limbs.  The one morph figure they owned didn’t even have a tail anymore.

With all the determination he could gather he made the decision.  He sat up and turned to his mother, who was sitting above them on the couch.  

“Oh mom before I forget, I am probably going to be late getting home from the store tomorrow night.”