"... You're going to be her mate." Before Carrie could react to that, the woman snapped a collar around Carrie's neck in a practiced motion.
"What..." she said as she struggled to get it off, even as the fur began to race up her neck.
The clerk smiled, "What do you think happens here in Toonworld? Once you're here, you're going to *stay* here. The people that go back? They were once toons that want to get out. Obviously we can't have you people comeing back, too, so we take care of that."
Carrie tried desperatly to get the collar off, but she couldn't work the snap clasp before her fingers became paws. Her muzzle expanded forward and a tail exploded from her hind quarters. She whined pitifully on the floor.
"If you'd decided to stay with your new daughter, you'd have forgotten your old life in a few weeks and been harmless. Even if you'd gone back to your old world again, it would have been as someone else. Now, you'll make a good pair of bitches for someone to breed."
Carrie tried to run, but found that she couldn't command her legs to do it. In fact, her body seemed to be moving and responding on it's own. She sat and panted dumbly at the clerk. The collar had to be making her docile, but how could she get it off?