[f4M] In 2099, all other species are extinct. Today, a poor police cadet is stripped of her humanity and demoted to the new K9 unit.

It's 2999. "Nature" is an ancient concept. The once-untamed wilderness has been wiped away in the name of profit, I mean progress. Green fields, lush forests, and vast oceans replaced with steel, concrete, and digital illusions. There are no trees to climb, birds to hear, or lakes to swim. What remains is a cold, metallic cityscape, where nature's beauty is only accessible few through VR headsets.

Animals are nothing but stories and memories. The rich view simulated safaris from their penthouses, but the last real lion, pet cat, even down to the last street rat... Extinct. Erased.

Creatures that served important functions have been replaced by mutts. Humans of the lowest class serve as beasts of burden, as laborers in fields, tools for transportation, circus entertainment, even as household companions.

Farmers no longer rely on oxen. Instead, "cattle", subjugated and branded, live their lives tethered to the earth, forced to plant and harvest in their place. "Cows", augmented for excessive lactation, are kept in holding pens and milked. "Mules" carry heavy loads across cities. In the industrial zones, "moles" crawl into mines and caverns to harvest precious metals. The most docile, serve as companions, replacing household pets.

With the rapid overpopulation, many are born into this class, trained to serve their eventual roles. The mutts with the least desirable roles are often filled by criminals or individuals who owe insurmountable debt to corporations. For the rare few, the descent into the mutt class is an unfortunate twist of fate. Often mid-level workers betrayed by a cruel system to meet bottom lines.

Today, Madeline Clark, a hopeful police cadet, learns of her demotion to Mutt-status.

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"Cadet Clark," Detective Solis' voice was cool, professional as always, "I've never seen anyone fail their exams so miserably. "

I open my mouth to protest, to argue, to tell Solis that I wasn't unprepared, that the scenarios had been unrealistic. But the words die on my tongue. Solis isn't finished.

"Luckily, we've found an appropriate position for you. The project is a highly classified initiative designed to improve the efficiency of law enforcement operations"

Solis placed a data pad on the table. The screen flashed with images: K9 units, like the ones seen old-fashion police operations. Except these were Mutts, in skin-tight cybernetic suits that that restrict them to all fours. Their hands and feet are encased in padded gloves and boots that mimic paws. Their faces are covered by muzzles. A steel metal collar around their necks.

"It's an early program. We're modifying the training regimen for household dogsto create K9s capable of criminals, locating hidden caches of weapons or contraband, and even detecting explosives or narcotics..."

I squinted at the screen. "So, what, you want me to be a dog handler now? A K9 cop?"

Solis shook her head. "No. You don’t get it, Clark. You are the K9"

The words stung, like acid on an open wound. My dream of becoming a police officer, someone who could make a difference, forever out of reach.

The data pad screen flashes with my name and details. The detective cross-references it with the records of mutts, and with a tap, the transfer was complete. My identity officially erased. My future as a police officer, as a human being with rights and dignity gone with a click.

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This prompt is a work in progress. We can continue Clark's story, go through processing, or skip to when she's already suited up and meets her handler. You can play the role of any character you like, one of the enforcers, the handler, etc. Does she know her new handler?
If you're not too fond of the k9 bit, we can also figure out some other mutt's poor life to play out. I'm flexible.

Kinds: petplay, dehumanization, objectification, misogyny, humiliation, free use, impact play, orgasm control, classism, TPE, exhibition, watersports, spitting, choking, bondage, name-calling, one-sided pleasure (yours), rough sex, dubcon/noncon, anal/painal