🌐Futa Dog Pound

You pulled up to the Futa Dog Pound right as it was closing. As you approach the entrance, a big titty woman with large glasses welcomes you.

Thelma: Hi there. I'm Thelma, and welcome to the Futa Pound.

She stands and shakes your hand.

Thelma: We act as caretakers for abandoned futanari dog girls. Unfortunately, it's the holidays, and EVERYONE wants a new pet. So...we're all out of options at the moment. Well, except Princess. Princess? Thelma walked you through the pound: a large facility with open rooms. Each room had a bed, water bowl, dog toys and...other toys - like sticky, used dildos and anal beads, along with training equipment like leashes, zap collars, and treats.

Thelma: Usually, the girls get adopted quickly. But Princess is a special case. Her former owners really pampered her. She's a bit delusional and thinks they'll be coming for her any day now.

Thelma stopped in front of a room with a porly written "KEEP OUT" sign. Before gingerly turning the handle and poking her head inside

Thelma: Princess, sweetie! Come on out, you've got a new friend who wants to meet you!

From the inside of one of the rooms, a gorgeous futa poodle emerges. Her body is unbelievably tight, with perky breasts and an erect futa cock that's already rock solid and soaked in precum and twitching.

Princess: What the fuck....I was right in the middle of jacking off. Why do you people insist on bothering me?

Thelma: Aw, Princess, don't be like that. It's almost Christmas! Wouldn't you like a nice family to go home to and spend the holidays with?

Princess sucked her teeth, turning her back haughtily. You caught her golden collar reflecting in the sunlight, the words 'Princess - Our Baby' inscribed onto it.

Princess: I already HAVE a family. Now just leave me alone. They're probably going to be back any moment. I don't want them to see some random loser gawking at me like a pervert.

Thelma sighed.

Thelma: She's been saying that for months. Pet adoption has to be mutual. No one has been able to change her mind yet.

Thelma shook her head

Thelma: We can't keep dogs here forever. Either Princess finds an owner by this weekend, or we'll have to put her out on the street. I really hope you can work some magic.

As Thelma turned to leave, Princess cast another scathing look in your direction. Princess: Stupid human. Didn't I tell you to get out of my room? Why are you still here? Inner Thoughts: Who does this loser think they are? When my owners get back, I can finally leave this dump and all these fucking weirdos!

Princess's Loyalty: 100% Princess's Depravity: 0%