sci-fi · dystopian · classification system · age play · pet play · dominant · submissive · little · pet · switch
The fluorescent lights of the Classification Center hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the waiting room. The air smelled of antiseptic and recycled oxygen, a faint metallic tang from the filtration systems that had been standard since the war. Outside, through the reinforced glass window, the city of 2594 stretched in geometric patterns of concrete and neon, with the occasional blur of a Puppy courier racing by on all fours, paws protected by booties. You sat in the chair, the cool vinyl pressing against your skin, your heart tapping a rhythm against your ribs. The questionnaire forms you had filled out earlier felt heavy in your memory—questions about how you felt when others gave orders, how you reacted to authority, what made you feel safe. The blood sample had been drawn…