Submitted as a response to a prompt on r/DirtyWritingPrompts. See my account for the original.
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Dr. Mira and her assistant stared at the panting husky, both pairs of eyes focused on the animal’s massive erection poking out between its legs. The experiment had clearly been a success, yet the dosage had been far too high. The poor dog had been like this for an hour now, with no sign of stopping, pacing back and forth, pulling at the leash that kept him attached to the wall.
The lucrative world of dog breeding had driven their company’s research, kennel owners ever eager to shell out for any supplement or additive that could assist their alphas in rutting. Nothing was more disappointing to them than arranging a breeding session, only for the male dog to lose interest half way through. Dr. Mira, a trained chemist, had spent the last few years developing such a drug, studying the chemical impact of Viagra on humans and translating those substances to canines. Today had been their big breakthrough.
“Poor boy,” her assistant, Chelsea, murmured.
Dr. Mira turned to her young counterpart, noting the compassionate look in the girl’s eyes. Clearly something needed to be done.