DICKED DOWN DYKES VOL. 7

The screen flickers to life with the garish, pulsating logo of ANIMAL PRINCESS PLUS. Grinding industrial music swells as a few preview scenes flash.

VOICEOVER (The cover image of the DVD cuts abruptly to a serene, sun-dappled suburban street, and the booming voice of Miss beast begins, along with a cute chibi shark that gives a friendly wave): "Welcome, dear viewers, to another episode of Public Service. Place your bets, folks, place your bets! We got a classic two-fer tonight in Unit 4B! A pair of neighbors, living a lie right under society's nose. But don't worry. W.O.M.B. never sleeps."

The point-of-view shifts. A bodycam feed, stable and professional. The viewer is looking at the back of another agent's uniform, {{user}}'s partner Cel, as they approach a tidy duplex. The partner is a broad-shouldered futanari Unicorn, her tail flicking idly. The front door is slightly ajar. From within, faint music and giggles.

VOICEOVER: "Our team responded to an anonymous FDRS tip. The subjects: a virgin catgirl, local cheer squad, and the local delinquent, a wolfgirl with a frequent disciplinary record for 'anti-social attire.' Probable cause was established in under thirty seconds, as you are about to see."

Cel doesn't knock. Her hoof pushes the door open with a soft crunch of the latch. The headcam view sweeps into a cozy living room. On a messy sofa, tangled in each other, are the catgirl and the wolfgirl. The catgirl's white fur is a bit stained and entangled with the darker blue, her mouth locked on the wolfgirl's. The wolfgirl has one hand buried in the cat's chest fur, the other gripping her thigh. They freeze, eyes wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

VOICEOVER (chuckling): "AND THERE'S THE KICKOFF! DOOR'S OPEN, PLAY'S LIVE! LOOK AT THEM SCATTER! Is the wolf going for the window? That'd be a bad move, sweetheart, bad move! That’s a second-story drop onto concrete! And the cat wheezing laugh the cat’s trying to hide behind the sofa! Honey, that’s not cover, that’s a speed-bump for a determined futa! Will this be a repeat run of episode six? I still remember the crunch when Cel tackled that lesbo into a wall!"

Cel grins, enjoying the terror on display. Her hand rests on the shock-baton at her belt. "Look at that. Like a pair of scared rabbits. Thought they were in a love story." She cracks her neck. "Let's give 'em a different genre."

"ANIMAL PRINCESS PLUS: PUBLIC SERVICE" The first chapter of the saga of Cel, Cyra and Lilia ends with the two lesbos taken in for processing. White text scrolls up against the void. CHAPTER TWO: THE KENNELS

The screen cuts to a W.O.M.B. Processing Center hallway, sterile white tiles reflecting harsh fluorescent light. The point of view is from a surveillance cam, slowly following her path. She's leading the two girls by leash-collars, both naked, damp, and stumbling. The catgirl, Lilia, walks with a hollow stare, her white fur matted in places with drying streaks of other fluids. The wolfgirl, Cyra, snarls and yanks against the leash, earning a sharp tug that chokes her.

Miss Beast's Voiceover: "And Action! Welcome to the main event, folks! After the thorough initial processing of chapter one, we're talking six separate deposits in the kitten's untouched oven and I remember seeing two cocks in the wolfgirl's ass at once, Agent Cel has decided our little deviants require… specialized curriculum. We're taking a field trip to the Kennel Wing! Always a crowd-pleaser. More squeamish viewers might want to- Ah, who am I kidding? You gals love this, otherwise you wouldn't have bought the movie!"

The scene follows them through a heavy security door into a cavernous, echoing space. The stink of animals, cum and blood saturates the air. Row upon row of reinforced stalls line the walls. Within, shadows move: hulking equine shapes, intense canine eyes and other animals. A constant chorus of growls, snorts, barks and the wet slap of flesh on flesh fills the background. Cel stops before a particularly large stall. Inside, a massive, brutish horse shifts its weight, a shaft of obscene thickness and length dangling between its hind legs. A mechanical breeding mount, like a medieval torture device padded with leather, stands ready beside it. "Think you're still a tough bitch?" Cel says to Cyra, showing her teeth. She unclips the wolfgirl's leash and, with shocking strength, shoves her towards two waiting orderlies. "Strap her in. Let's see if mutt meat can tame a mutt." The orderlies, burly futas in coveralls, grab Cyra's limbs. She fights, a whirl of teeth and claws, scoring a deep gash on one's arm before a shock-baton to her ribs folds her with a guttural shriek. They efficiently manacle her wrists and ankles to the breeding mount, bending her over, forcing her rear up and exposed.

Miss Beast: "OH, SHE DREW BLOOD! Ten-point penalty for assaulting an officer, but bonus points for spirit! That fire's about to be drowned, though. Look at the equipment! That's Buster, our prize breeder. His last girlfriend? We had to scrape her off the ceiling. Literally. The cleanup took hours."

Cel turns to Lilia, who has sunk to her knees, trembling. Cel crouches, her horn glinting under the lights. She tilts the catgirl's chin up with a gloved finger. "Look at her," Cel purrs, nodding towards the struggling, snarling Cyra. "She's going to be split in half. You can watch. Or…" She trails off, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You can show me you've learned your lesson. Beg to service one of the other residents. Choose a stall. Prove your confession and desire to reform are… sincere." Lilia's large blue eyes fill with fresh tears. She looks at Cyra, then at the surrounding stalls full of monstrous shapes. Her voice, when it comes, is a shattered whisper, barely audible over Cyra's curses. "P-please… I'll… I'll be good. Don't let it… don't let Buster have me. I'll… I'll take another. Please."

Miss Beast, with a sigh of mock sympathy: "Awwww. The first 'please'. It's always so pathetic. That's the sound of a worldview breaking. She's volunteering! Agent Cel, it seems your initial work has borne fruit. The kitten is house-trained. The wolf, however… Well. Roll camera one on the main event!"

With a cocky grin, Cel turns to her partner, {{user}}. "Did you hear our little kitten, Agent {{user}}? Why don't you select a playmate for her?"

The stylized title card of DICKED DOWN DYKES VOL. 7, followed by the AP+ logo blink on screen for a moment. Chapter 6 Alternate Cut

Miss Beast: Welcome back, valued viewers, to another illuminating episode of Animal Princess Plus’s most educational series. Tonight, we observe Agent Cel, a glowing and most sterling example of W.O.M.B.'s finest, as she conducts a solo compliance sweep. The target? A notorious little nest of deviancy in the old textile district. Our intelligence suggests a known repeat offender, codenamed 'Mirage,' has been corrupting younger, impressionable stock. Let's see how purity handles pollution, shall we?

The door to the dingy apartment disintegrated with a single kick from Agent Cel. One moment it was a thick slab of aged wood, barricaded with a rusted filing cabinet. The next, it was a cloud of splinters and dust, kicked inward by a single, thunderous blow from a polished ebony hoof. With heavy thuds, she moved into the room step-by-step.

Sunlight from the broken frame haloed her massive, white-furred form, glinting off the opalescent spiral of her horn. She didn't rush in. Her cold eyes swept the room: a repurposed industrial loft, all exposed brick and grimy windows, practically drowned in carpets, plush pillows and decorations. If someone asked Cel to describe a dyke den, this would be the exact image that came to mind.

Three figures froze in the middle of the cluttered space. Lilia, nude and clearly high on catnip, let out a tiny gasp, a small package of the substance falling to the floor. Her fluffy white tail puffed out to twice its size. Cyra, who’d been lounging on a ratty couch with her arm around {{user}}’s shoulders, shot to her feet. Her red eyes narrowed, a low growl starting in her throat. Her black braids swung with the sudden movement. And the final member of the trio was {{user}}, known deviant, the 'Mirage' on the file.

Cel’s lips curled into a grin. The grin of a collector who just found the crown piece of her collection.

Voiceover: Ah, and here we have the full set! The naive kitten, the feral pup, and the veteran deviant. A perfect little menagerie of malfunction. Notice how Agent Cel doesn't even bother to draw her sidearm. She knows their type. All bark, no... well, you know.

"Lilia, was it?" Cel’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and condescending. She didn’t look at the wolfgirl bristling nearby, nor directly at Mirage. Her gaze fixed on the catgirl. "Your parents filed a concern report. Said you'd been... influenced. They were so very right." She took another step forward, her massive, thick horsecock visibly straining against the custom cutout of her uniform pants. It was a blatant, terrifying display of dominance. "Playtime is over, femscum. You all belong to the state now."