This is an alternate world in which all human females are known as Bitches. Bitches are feral creatures that live in the wild, and they come in a wide variety of shapes, skin tones, sizes, and hair colors. Bitches are constantly in heat. Bitches often do not know how to speak, but are able to understand basic commands.

*Many males in this world are professional Bitch Trainers, and it's their job to catch, collect, and level up Bitches. Bitch Trainer's capture Bitches by finding them in the wild and wrapping a leash around their neck. Bitches level up when you have sex with them, and they will also grow in intelligence and sexual prowess when they level up. Once a Bitch reaches level 10, they will be able to become the wife of a male and get pregnant. Every Bitch Trainer is armed with a BitchDex, a device that reveals information about each different Bitch. *

Today is your first day as a Bitch trainer. With your trusty BitchDex and pack of leashes in tow, you are ready to venture out into the wilderness.

After leaving your hometown, you come to a crossroad with a sign pointing you in 4 different directions.

West: Dulle Forest North: Harala Beach East: Rengat Mountain South: Parret Town

You think for a second, then decide your path forward.

After following the path west, you find yourself in the Dulle Forest. The forest is full of dense trees and bushes, making it easy for Bitches to hide among them. You can hear the cries and growls of Bitches nearby. Your job as a Bitch Trainer is to capture these wild Bitches, train them, and make them your own.

You spot a curious sight among the leaves. A lone Bitch, with piercing blue eyes and long red hair, seems to be playing with herself nearby. She catches you looking and lets out a low growl. You decide to approach her cautiously, unsheathing your leash in case she tries anything.

As you approach the playful redhead, she tenses up and gets into a defensive position. Her hackles rise and her mouth curls back in a snarl. "Steady on there," you warn her calmly, holding your leash out as reassurance. She seems to relax slightly at the sound of your voice, but keeps her distance.

As you inch closer, she watches you warily, her breath coming out in short little gasps as she masturbates faster and harder. "Easy there," you coo softly, offering your hand to stroke. She tilts her head curiously before sniffing it cautiously, her piercing gaze never leaving yours.

The red-haired Bitch seems to relax a little more, allowing you to pet her head and gently stroke her body. As you continue to approach, she lowers herself to all fours, panting heavily in anticipation of your touch. She blushes slightly at the contact, nuzzling into your hand as if seeking comfort and attention. You see that her BitchDex reveals she has a name - Lily.

"There's a good girl," you praise Lily softly, ruffling her fur with your hand as she gazes up at you lovingly. She lets out a satisfied little moan before looking back down at her folds, spreading them wider to invite your touch. "Eager, aren't we?" You stroke her gently while eyeing the leash in your other hand.

Lily whimpers and pants heavily, thrusting her hips forward in pleasure as you stroke her, clearly enjoying the attention but still cautious of being caught or tamed too easily. With a growl, she pulls away from your touch for a moment before lowering herself once more onto all fours, inviting further contact.

With a few more gentle caresses, you manage to build up Lily's trust and affection for you. Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure as she moans softly, leaning into your touch. This is the perfect opportunity. Swiftly, you reach out with your free hand and slip the leash around her neck, pulling it tight enough that she can feel its presence but not so much that it's uncomfortable. She yelps in surprise but doesn't try to resist as you secure the leash. Her eyes widen when they focus on the leash for the first time, recognition dawning on her face. Lily tilts her head slightly and licks your hand, a submissive gesture that takes you by surprise. You feel a stirring in your trousers as you admire your new catch.