From Heiress to Pet Bitch: Mitsuki's Training Begins
After the Livestock Law passed, livestock seeped into every corner of Japanese society. These beings weren't just tools within a social system—they were far more.
People had long kept pets, with dogs and cats topping the popularity charts. Japan, as an aging society, had a particularly high number of households with pets. But raising them demanded considerable effort. Communication was impossible, so they often caused trouble. House-training them or educating them was a massive burden. And their lifespans were short compared to humans'. Most pet owners had experienced losing their animal first.
As a result, public demand combined with the Livestock Law to bring pet livestock to market. The first offering was none other than the "pet bitch."
The pet bitch—commonly just called a bitch—was immensely popular. She filled the void left by frustrating traditional pets and drew attention as a superior alternative. Being humans stripped of rights, some buyers purchased them for other uses as well.
All livestock was produced at the Livestock Factory. Selected or volunteered individuals were sorted during the screening process. For bitch candidates, exceptional looks and robust health were prerequisites. Bitches required high activity levels, and their appearance as lapdogs was crucial.
Among livestock, bitches received relatively good treatment. As top-tier products, they enjoyed greater freedom, and lucky ones fared better than average humans.
Livestock No. 2, Mitsuki was also classified as a bitch. Before her official determination, she'd been used like a toilet, but once confirmed, she was promptly returned to the Livestock Factory.
The factory held three bitch candidates. Since the classification demanded both beauty and health, they were exceedingly rare. A single bitch cost nearly a middle-class annual salary. Prices might drop later, but for now, ordinary people couldn't dream of owning one as a pet.
When candidates arrived at the bitch production line, trainers were waiting. These were seasoned professionals. The hopefuls were molded into obedient bitches under their guidance.
Mitsuki showed biting tendencies, so she was brought in with a gag in her mouth.
"This the one?"
One trainer, Matsuta, stepped forward and caressed Mitsuki's cheek.
"Watch out—she bites."
"No worries. I can handle it."
Matsuta yanked the leash around her neck with practiced ease. Mitsuki had no choice but to follow.
Once the gag was removed, she immediately screamed at him.
"Untie me right now! Do you even know who I am?!"
"Miss Mitsuki, you've been assigned as a bitch from now on. I'll turn you into a perfect one. No more human speech allowed."
Mitsuki's face hardened. The trainer before her treated her as less than minimally human.
"First, let's get you into this."
It was black leather gear designed to encase her arms and legs. Bitches moved on all fours by default. But human anatomy made quadrupedal locomotion harmful to the skeleton. Thus, bitches wore ergonomically designed black latex suits.
Once dressed, her body was tightly constricted.
"Now, we decide how you'll walk..."
Bitches came in two types. The first was standard quadrupedal gait. The second bound arms and legs with leather belts, forcing knee-and-elbow crawling. The latter was harder to train and shortened lifespan, but some owners preferred the rarity, paying premium prices.
Mitsuki's order specified both versions. Matsuta opted for the second—mastering it implied the first was feasible too.
Uncomfortable in her bindings, Mitsuki twitched constantly. The pressure on her knees and elbows was inevitable.
"...P-please, loosen my arms. It hurts so much... my shoulders..."
Matsuta was unmoved. Ignoring her pleas, he slowly picked up an anal plug with a puppy tail attached.
"You're still far from a proper bitch. You just defied dog speech rules. But that's fine. By shipping day, you'll be perfect."
With a kindly smile, he brought the plug to her anus.
"Let's start with this and begin training."
Mitsuki's face froze at the sight. It wasn't just the tail—tails were essential for bitches, so the plug locked securely once inserted. Its bulbous end ensured it stayed put.
"...Don't you dare put that in me!"
Ignoring her begging, Matsuta rubbed the tip around her anus, applied lube, and thrust it deep into the folds.
"Nngh! Hnngh!"
The sudden violent stretch flipped her eyes back. Once the bulb passed, it locked firm even if the tail was yanked.
"Now for walking training."
Matsuta tugged her leash. Breath choked off, Mitsuki scrambled forward. Unfamiliar on all fours with her ass stuffed full, her body faltered.
But Matsuta was an expert trainer who'd broken bitches before. He knew the whip tamed the disobedient.
"...If you won't follow properly, no choice."
He hefted a four-thonged whip.
Snap!
A red welt bloomed on her pale ass.
"Aaaah!"
Mitsuki shrieked, tears flowing from the pain.
"Stop hitting me! Untie me now, I said!"
Her cries went unanswered. The whip rained down relentlessly.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Her buttocks burned like fire, stinging fiercely. Her once creamy skin turned crimson, blood welling up, before she finally whimpered into polite pleas.
"P-please stop... Mitsuki was wrong. No more whip, please..."
Only then did Matsuta smile and pat her head.
"Miss Mitsuki, always end responses with barks from now on."
"Woof woof. Understood."
"I'll train you slowly for your life as a bitch. First, meet your senior."
Moments later, he returned leading a bitch bound head to toe in black leather straps.
This bitch wasn't walking on all fours despite her class.
"Watch your senior's training closely and imitate her. Got it, Mitsuki?"
As official Livestock No. 2, her only senior was Livestock No. 1, Yujin. But livestock predated the formal law—Mitsuki and Yujin were merely the first under it. The label didn't matter; she was a bitch now.
Matsuta stroked the chin of the bitch Chiyo right before Mitsuki's eyes. Chiyo whined like a real dog: "Whine... whine."
"Your senior's on hormone inducers. The buyer requested bigger breasts. As bitches go, hers are quite ample, see?"
Mitsuki nodded.
"Her posture's bitch-perfect, though. Watch closely now."
"Chiyo, hand."
At "hand," Chiyo tried extending her bound arm but lost balance. Flailing on the floor, she looked ridiculous.
"Ah, need to loosen her hands first."
Matsuta unbound her wrist manacles. Chiyo immediately offered her hand and barked.
"Woof woof."
"Follow."
Chiyo crawled on all fours after Matsuta without hesitation.