A World Where Livestock is Commonplace (3)
Human livestock was a common sight in the affluent new suburbs where wealth tended to pool. The reason was simple. Owning human livestock meant you had exceptional financial means, and those people often lived in these well-maintained developments. Online, people buzzed that the new suburbs were spots where you could see exotic livestock, turning them into tourist attractions of sorts. The place Matsumoto had come to today was no different.
Matsumoto was the only son of a fairly wealthy family. Naturally, even as a young college student, he enjoyed considerable financial freedom. His parents gave their sole heir an allowance close to what a major corporation's executive director might earn monthly. At his age, he already owned property in his own name, so there was little more to say about his wealth.
The sole reason Matsumoto had come here today was to walk the female dog he'd acquired yesterday. In his hand dangled a leash. At the end of it trailed a bitch with striking blonde hair, her eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged as she followed obediently behind him.
"Siya-chan, why do you keep stopping? Is the training not complete yet?"
Siya-chan was the name Matsumoto had given his newly acquired bitch. Of course, her original name wasn't Siya. She had been properly named Hitomi, but Matsumoto had rechristened her after his favorite idol. It had been Siyazaki, right? Of course, once she'd declared herself livestock, he'd lost interest in the real Siyazaki, but he still fantasized about the idol version. He'd once drawn a number and waited in line to see her thirteenth in the queue. He could never forget that Siyazaki. The imagined Siyazaki kept teasing him relentlessly—in his dreams, and now even in hallucinations.
And yesterday, he'd finally laid eyes on a bitch with an appearance almost identical to his fantasy Siyazaki. He'd ordered her on the spot. The moment she arrived and he saw that vibrant blonde hair, he discarded the name Hitomi from the manual.
"From today on, you're Siya-chan."
In the end, the bitch became Siya-chan. And today, he planned to take her out for the nude walk he'd longed for. Of course, she'd have to wear panties. Matsumoto began projecting everything onto Siya-chan. All the flaws of Siyazaki that he'd once criticized, he now dumped onto her. This walk was a prime example.
"What's wrong? Is it because you have those slutty udders that no one would believe belong on an idol?"
Matsumoto's custom order had been for expanded areolas. As a result, Siya-chan's breasts sported areolas far larger than normal. Seeing them stirred something malicious in him. He immediately pinched her nipples hard and yanked.
"This won't do. A slutty idol like you needs some discipline. Can't have you taking your fans for fools."
The reason Hitomi was so bewildered was simple. Her owner seemed a bit off in the head, muttering nonsense before unleashing a barrage of insults at her. But as livestock, she had no choice. She couldn't pick her owner anyway. In the end, she had no option but to follow Matsumoto, her nipples stretched to the tearing point.
The first destination was the park. Filled with walking paths and ornamental trees, this garden was a must-visit spot in the new suburb for anyone raising pet livestock. Matsumoto was no exception. By now, his hand had left her nipples. Instead, he'd drawn a long riding crop from his belt.
"Walk faster, Siya-chan."
Siya-chan began waddling on all fours as fast as she could. Even with her walking training, matching Matsumoto's desired pace was excruciatingly difficult. But if she slowed even a little, he whipped her ass mercilessly. Flesh split and bruises bloomed.
Crack!Crack!Crack!
By the end of one lap, her ass was covered in whip marks.
"Good girl, Siya-chan."
Matsumoto briefly removed her gag, and the pooled saliva poured out in streams.
"What a river of drool."
"...W-woof."
"What's wrong?"
Siya-chan gazed at Matsumoto as if something was bothering her. It didn't take long for him to catch on.
"Ah, you're thirsty?"
Only then did she nod.
"Why didn't you just say so?"
Still holding the leash, Matsumoto looked around. The suburb's park had everything from exercise equipment to various facilities. What he sought was a drinking fountain. He'd definitely seen one here before on a solo visit.
"There it is."
A drinking fountain was a mini-fountain that sprayed potable water for quenching thirst. Naturally, they were common in public spaces for that purpose. But this was a new suburb, a place the nation had invested heavily in. So, it had more than the usual fare. For starters, this fountain was a human fixture—one of the rare ones even across Japan, specially sourced and installed.
Matsumoto led Siya-chan right up to it. Once he removed even her blindfold, her face twisted in startled panic.
Before her eyes stood a woman fixed in place with her legs spread, spewing water. The mechanism was straightforward. It was technologically impossible for human fixtures to produce truly clean drinking water. Instead, they stored and dispensed it. A small pedal protruded below the fountain. Stepping on it activated the flow.
"Siya-chan, go drink."
"...Woof woof."
She couldn't keep her owner waiting any longer. Siya-chan crawled forward and pressed the pedal. Instantly, a wretched scream echoed: "Eeeeuuuaaaagh!"
Startled by the sudden cry, Siya-chan trembled. Matsumoto explained, seeing her reaction.
"She's just shocked by the cold water going in. Don't worry, it'll come out soon."
The basic principle: potable water flowed in through hoses inserted into both lower abdominal sides. It filled the bladder, generating urine. Unable to hold it, the fountain expelled the water through her urethra. Special processing ensured no urine mixed in. But there was one quirky drawback: catching all the water was nearly impossible. To drink properly, one had to press their mouth right against the fountain's lower privates.
Slurp, glug. Slurrrp.
Siya-chan glued her mouth to the fountain's pussy and sucked down the flowing water. The direct suction aroused the fixture. Naturally, the more excited she got, the more she leaked drinking water mixed with her juices. Of course, that was the appeal of this fountain, drawing plenty of park visitors.
"All done?"
Siya-chan nodded at Matsumoto's question.
"Then let's go buy your clothes."
He tugged the leash. One perk of the new suburb was the dense cluster of facilities. Just a short walk from the park brought them to a department store. Matsumoto planned to buy the outfits he'd dreamed of and dress his bitch in them. It was a moment straight out of his fantasies. Now he could recreate the idol Siyazaki from his imagination in reality. The first step: purchasing clothes like hers.
Before he knew it, lost in such thoughts, they'd arrived at the store. It exuded intimidation from the main entrance. As Matsumoto led Siya-chan inside, a security guard approached.
"No pets allowed."
Rather than argue, Matsumoto pulled a slim card from his wallet. The moment the guard saw it, he apologized profusely and bowed deeply. It was a black card, proof of VIP status at the store. True, he'd borrowed it from his mother, but that alone carried weight.
VIPs enjoyed many perks, but the one most useful to Matsumoto right now was permission to bring pets inside. Occasionally, those spotted with pets in the store were VIPs. And now, Matsumoto—gripping Siya-chan's leash as he entered—was one too. His gaze turned to the VIP elevator.
"Siya-chan, let's check out the women's clothing first."
Of course, it wouldn't be ordinary women's wear. Not by a long shot.