"Nicole?" you asked trying to look around at your captor. As you spun your head around, a white and grey husky walked in your field of vision.
"Hey Timothy! Sorry about the restraints, they were my mom's idea." Nicole said as she sat next to your head. You had been friends with her for years having grown up and gone to the same schools since you were 6. The two of you even had "play dates" when you were little. Of course the time you spent together outside of school became smaller and smaller as you grew up because it was considered "inappropriate" for a young canine mistress to associate herself so openly with a human only a few years away from being a slave. Nevertheless, you remained best friends in school despite the awkwardness of your different social statuses.
"Nicole, let me out!" you practically shouted.
"Sure thing Timothy, just calm down." Nicole responded casually before pressing a button that caused the device that engulfed you to open up.
"What am I doing here?" you inquired in a panicked tone that caused the female to grin a bit.
"Well, I knew your birthday was coming up so I was worried about you. I didn't want you ending up with someone sadistic so I started to track all incoming slaves to the local market. When you popped up this morning, I had my mom buy you as an early birthday gift for me. I can't believe you've been unconscious for so long though." the husky said calmly.
You let that sink in for a moment. Your childhood best friend owned you. Images of cruel older females always invaded your imagination when you envisioned what slavery would mean for you. But her? Really? This is like a strange dream.
"I guess I should thank you for saving me then. If you hadn't helped me, I would spend my entire life eating canine poo-poo and serving as a living dildo." you stated with a bit of a laugh towards the end.
Nicole flattened her ears before the smile faded from her face. Something was obviously bothering her.
"Uh, about that. You are still going to have to perform your slave duties. Mom would make me return you if I still went to use her slave every time I needed to relieve myself. Not to mention I'm coming into heat a lot more often and using sex toys just isn't doing it anymore." Nicole mumbled.
"What? You want me to eat your waste? I don't think I can do it. And I think we've been friends for too long for me to have sex with you. Not to mention we are different species and all." you replied while trying to remain relaxed.
"I'm sorry, Timothy, but you don't really have a choice. I will go as easy as possible on you because we are friends, but I'm afraid you are still my slave and I have my needs. Besides, don't you remember those videos back in school about how many vital nutrients are found in canine waste? It's like pure vitamins to humans! And I'm not even going to talk about all the dirty conversations we had about each other when we were younger." she retorted.
This got you thinking. You had prepared to serve a female for so long. Is it really any different because she is a friend? Maybe you should try to focus on the fact that she saved you from a possible life of torture. Soon your thoughts were interrupted by Nicole.
"Timothy, I hate to do this to you, but you're going to have to start your responsibilities early. I...."
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