Joni patted her brow and huffed. The training regime had undergone a major overhaul since last month's, and now it was giving even a sturdy pitbullwoman like her a run for her money. Her tired thoughts went to the absence of her yellow-furred comrade from this week's session. According to the drill instructor, she was assigned to help the supply depot with a last-minute shipment that arrived this morning.
Yeah, right, thought Joni, and that had nothing to do with Traci's new boyfriend being the head supply officer. She shook her head and chuckled. She wondered what kind of stuff the happy-go-lucky retriever was getting up to. Joni had just reached her and Traci's bunk when her ear twitched at the distinctive sound of Traci running down the hall at her full enhanced speed, which she had been told not to do at least a dozen times now. “Joni! Joni!” The golden retriever panted out with excitement. Before Joni could say anything, Traci's momentum carried her into slamming her body into Joni's, pinning her briefly to the wall. “Guess what! Guess what!” She rapid-fired yelled right into Joni's snout. “They're making a 2005 calendar for Project Cerberus! And Johnie said he can guarantee to be Ms. December if I want!” Joni tapped Traci's shoulder, which caused her to tilt her head in confusion for a moment until the intent dawned on her, and she moved off her pitbull friend. “Sorry! I forgot I'm not supposed to do that. But isn't that great news? I get to be the star of the calendar!”
Joni tried to process the information that her hyperactive dimwit of a best friend just vomited at her in seconds. It seemed the supply officer had pulled through on his boasts already. “Yeah, that sounds pretty cool. Ms. December in the official Cerberus calendar. And you said he could guarantee it for me as well?” Traci nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! He said since he's overseeing the whole selection thingie, it'll be easy to arrange.”
Joni didn't bother to correct Traci on the fact that December is generally not considered the star month, nor that her latest boyfriend was rigging something for his girlfriend's benefit.
“Well, that'll be a laugh seeing me in an action pose come whatever month I end up getting.” Joni gave a quick arm flex. “Good thing this training has me already primed for that.”
Traci looked around to make sure only Joni could hear her next words. Leaning in close to Joni's face, she whispered, “There's also going to be a secret calendar.”
Joni's ears twitched in intrigue. “Oh? What's that about?”
“I don't know all the details. Just that it's unofficial, extra spicy.” Traci giggled. “But shh. It's a secret.”
Joni had seen enough weird human shit to know what an unofficial, extra spicy calendar was—and the idea made her burst out laughing. “Ha! Well, count me the hell in on that one too! We're gonna be calendar girls, Traci! Double official calendar girls!”
Traci giggled. “I know, it's going to be so fun! I bet even Madison will enjoy it!”
Her comment triggered a realization in Joni that made her smile even wider, regarding that arrogant blowhard of a German shepherd. Madison had been a thorn in her side for so long, treating Traci, her, and practically every other dogwoman like shit under her boot. Well, little Miss Perfect is going to be in for quite the shock when that secret calendar comes out, and the whole Denver base sees her perfect body in a way no one ever has, Joni thought to herself. She couldn't come up with a better revenge on short notice if she tried.
“You know what, Traci? I think this is going to be the best calendar Denver’s ever seen...”

Two weeks later, the official nominees were declared. Though, for Joni and Traci, it wasn't much of a surprise. As promised, Traci and Joni were among the dozen chosen for the official Project Cerberus 2005 calendar. The photoshoot was scheduled in a few days, and Joni was making good use of the time by following a special high-protein diet one of the other girls had suggested to her. It was supposed to help give her muscles extra definition for a short while. Considering some of the skimpy outfits the wardrobe handler had picked, Joni wanted to look her absolute best. Not just for vanity, but because her longtime foe Madison had of course been nominated too. Joni was determined to show that arrogant bitch up at every opportunity during this event.
Traci was mostly just excited at the prospect of playing dress up, though her prep mainly consisted of brushing her fur until it practically glowed. The two reconvened the night before the photoshoot. Traci was practically bouncing on her toes in anticipation. "I'm so excited, Joni! Aren't you excited?" The golden retriever asked, wagging her tail eagerly.
Joni gave a more reserved nod. “You know I am. Gonna be the baddest bitches up in that shoot.” She flexed playfully. “These guns are ready for the camera.”
Traci giggled. “I bet you'll look super pretty, Joni!”
“Ha, pretty?” Joni smirked. “I'm going more for badass and sexy over pretty and cute. That's your field of expertise.”
“Aw, thanks!” Traci tilted her head. “I still don't really get what they want us to do, though...”
“Just follow the photographer's instructions. Pose how he tells you and wear what they give you. It ain't rocket science.” Joni shrugged. Though she did wonder if Madison had been given some kind of advance primer that the rest hadn't. Bitch probably demanded special treatment.
“Okay!” Traci nodded agreeably. “I hope I do a good job. I wanna make Johnie proud.”
“You kidding me? Way you look, his jaw's gonna hit the floor.” Joni snickered. She imagined the supply officer's excitement at seeing his girlfriend in skimpy outfits would be matched only by the rest of the base's excitement once that secret risque shoot happened. And Madison would be the star attraction, whether she liked it or not.

The two arrived somewhat early to the shoot, at the suggestion of Joni that outfits might be on a “first come, first served” basis, which turned out to be correct when they saw Emily and a few others crowding around a bin in the center of the room. It appeared that these were to be the outfits worn for the secondary, secret shoot. The wardrobe for the official USSD calendar shoot was kept separate.
Madison seemed to be unaware of this, as she had not arrived yet, which also meant the existence of this second shoot would come as an unpleasant surprise to her arrogant self.
Emily compared a few of the less-revealing options, trying to find something that fit within her comfort zone, only for the more forward-thinking dogwomen to snatch up the skimpier selections. The dogwomen were arranged alphabetically by first name for the shoot, so Emily was slated to go before the others.
Traci picked through the risque bin. “Ooo! I like this!” She said, holding up a particularly skimpy Mrs.Claus outfit. The fur trim barely covered her chest, and the velvet skirt was practically nonexistent.
Emily gave Traci a hesitant, almost worried look. "Traci, don't you think that's a bit... revealing? I mean, I know it's supposed to be a sexy calendar, but still..."
"Nah, you'll look great in it! This red complements your fur." Joni smirked, grabbing a very short black leotard with matching thigh-high boots.
Emily bit her lip. “I don’t know... I was thinking, maybe this?” She held up the least revealing outfit she could find—a yellow two-piece bikini with a floofy trim of white faux fur along the lining. “The top has a little flower bow right here, see?”
Traci gasped. “Wow, that’s so pretty! Are there more?”
“Um, not in my size...” Emily shrugged. “But it’s fine! I don’t need to wear anything too flashy for this...”
“Aw, well, it looks super great on you!” Traci chirped with a supportive smile.

The official calendar shoot came first. Joni ended up wearing military-style outfits, while Traci got cute seasonal civilian wear. Like Joni predicted, the golden retriever was an instant natural in front of the camera, following the photographer’s direction eagerly. The pitbull, meanwhile, used the opportunity to flex and pose to show off her muscles in the most appealing way possible.
About halfway through, Madison finally arrived, fashionably late. She strutted right up to the photographer, making demands about what outfits and times of day she wanted. Joni noticed Emily quietly sigh in relief that Madison hadn't caught wind of the second photoshoot yet.
When Madison's shoot was done, she immediately made her way over to Joni and Traci. “Well, aren't you two so cute playing dress-up? I especially like this one.” She flicked one of Traci’s fuzzy antlers from her reindeer outfit. “It suits your intellect perfectly.”
Joni clenched her fist but kept her cool. Little bitch liked to act all high and mighty since she scored best during the field tests. “ Yeah? Well, we like to think they captured our best assets just right.” She smirked.
Traci giggled. “Thanks, Madison! I had a lot of fun!” She was completely oblivious to Madison's thinly veiled insult.
Madison just rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I'm sure prancing around like eye candy was the time of your life.” Her ear twitched as the photographer called out Emily's name.
“Oh! That's my cue!” Emily said, clutching her swimsuit nervously as she headed over. Traci waved encouragingly as Emily headed over to the set they had prepared for the secret shoot—a tropical beach background.
"What the hell is the little church girl doing?" Madison raised an eyebrow.
Joni tried and failed to hide her widening smirk. "Oh, didn't you hear? They're doing a bonus shoot today for an extra special USSD calendar."
Emily did her best to ignore the eyes on her as she slipped into the two-piece swimsuit. It was more revealing than anything she'd ever worn, even if it was the most modest option available. She blushed hard under her fur.
"A-alright, how should I pose?" She asked shyly. The photographer answered.
by gesturing to a surfboard prop.
"Oh gosh, okay then..." Emily nodded as she tried leaning against it alluringly. She could die of embarrassment right now, but maybe Lt. Stryker will like the picture...

Madison, however, did a double take as she watched, which quickly turned into a glare. "What in God's name is she doing? They can't be thinking of putting that smut out publicly? I didn't agree to model for garbage like that!"
Joni laughed openly now. "Not your choice, bitch. Every Cerberus girl has to take her turn showing off for the camera."
Traci nodded. "Mmhm! It's gonna look really nice in the barracks!"
Madison looked ready to pop a blood vessel as she turned to Joni. "Excuse me?! I am not stripping down in some two-bit photoshoot! I am Hillary Rodham Clinton!"
Joni laughed so hard she nearly fell over. "The fuck does that even mean?!"
Madison's face turned bright red and flustered. "I-It means I have standards! Ambition! I'm not going to throw away my dignity for whatever this smut peddling scheme is!"

Emily did her best to tune out the argument as she finished her poses. The photographer seemed happy enough with the shots as Emily scampered off, letting out the breath she'd been holding. "I-I'm done now..." she muttered, slipping her uniform back on.
Unfortunately, that meant the photographer's attention was now back on his clipboard and list of names. "Alright, next up is...Joni!"
The pitbull cracked her knuckles, stepping forth. "Heh, my time to shine." She smirked at Madison as she passed her. "Make sure to pay close attention, Miss President. You might learn some poses for when it's your turn."
The German Shepherd looked absolutely appalled at the notion.

Joni decided to go all out, donning the slutty black leotard and boots to show off every inch of her athletic form. She laid out in poses that emphasized her toned legs and rear while also highlighting her bust. The photographer seemed thrilled at her initiative.
"Fuck yeah, work the camera, girl! Give me that dominatrix vibe!" He cheered.
This only seemed to enrage Madison further, while Traci watched with the same cheerful intensity she did for everything. As Joni's shoot wrapped up, the photographer smiled.
"Damn, that's one for the front cover, for sure. You definitely know how to model."
Joni smirked. "All about showing off your assets..." She said, directing it right at Madison.
Traci clapped as Joni came back to change. "You were amazing! I wish I could pose that good!"
Madison was fuming now, looking like she might snap someone's neck as the photographer turned to face her. "Alright, Madison, you're next."
A last-second thought to get out of this popped into Madison's head. "Mr. Photographer, I'm afraid there is no outfit for me to change into!"
"Eh?" He replied, "There are only twelve of you here; surely there must be." He walked from his tripod over to check the metal bin.
Madison let out a sigh but didn't get a chance to enjoy relief when Traci's high-pitched voice chimed in. "Here, Madison, I picked one out for you!"
The outfit in question almost caused her to faint in shock. It was the thinnest, most revealing black teddy Madison had ever seen—entirely sheer except for a few traces of dark lace along the edges.
The photographer nodded. "Yup, that'll work! Go put it on, and I'll get the bedroom set ready!"

Madison's ears went flat against her head, her eyes widening in horror. Her body shook in an entirely different way than when she got angry—humiliation and fear. Humiliation at the idea of being forced to don such a thing, and fear of what the Lieutenant General might think if he saw it. In all her years since creation, she had never felt such raw, unfiltered emotion.

Traci's head tilted, confused at the lack of movement from the German Shepherd. "Go on, silly! Time for your shoot!"
The photographer nodded. "Yeah, c'mon, Madison, the camera's going to love you!"
The praise did little to snap Madison out of her paralysis. She looked over at Joni and Emily's faces, desperate for some sign that this was a cruel trick. But only their anticipation stared back. Her eyes began to water.

Joni, taking some pity on her rival, spoke up. "Hey, it's not so bad. Just come show off like me and Emily did. If those two can do it, so can you."
Traci nodded encouragingly. "Mmhm! I bet you'll be the prettiest!"
The photographer shot a quick glare at Joni. "The fuck do you mean 'if they can'? You saying my photos look bad?"
Joni rolled her eyes. "Her words, not mine."
"Tch. Whatever." The human man shook his head and looked at Madison again. "Now come on, girl. These pictures ain't going to take themselves."

Eyes on the verge of tears, Madison grasped her USSD jacket by the shoulder and slid it off her body, folding it neatly and setting it on a vacant chair. She slid her black gloves off each finger individually before placing them on the folded jacket. Her boots, which shone to perfection that morning, thumped dully as she lined them up at the foot of the chair. Next came her creased pants.
Now, naked as the day she left the artificial womb, she grasped the teddy costume in her hands, stretching the fabric between her fingers as her ears folded tightly back.

"Mads, it ain't so bad; it's just pictures." Joni offered half-heartedly.
"Yeah! You can keep the outfit too if you wanna show your boyfriend later!" Traci added with a giggle.

Madison's gaze was locked on the black lace in her hands, the meaning behind such attire filling her with dread. She slipped her body through each thin strap, the outfit's lacework brushing against her fur. As she snapped the bottom piece into place, her tail curled around her leg in a rare showing of bashfulness. She could not bear to gaze upon her comrades, nor the human photographer, and thus kept her shameful gaze lowered as she approached the set.

The human let out an impressed whistle as Madison entered the frame of the camera. "Damn, even better than I imagined. You're going to make this calendar a best-seller for sure." He said this as he readied his camera. "Now give me your best "come hither" look, baby."
Madison did her best to pose alluringly atop the velvet sheets, despite her expression being one of distress. She tossed her head back to try and open up her body more to the lens. With gritted teeth, she attempted her best sultry look towards the camera.

The camera flashed rapidly as the photographer ate up every shot. "Oh yeah, that's it! Work it!"
Traci and Joni couldn't help staring in awe at Madison's alluring form. The sight of the arrogant German Shepherd looking so meekly erotic was something neither thought possible.
"She really does look beautiful like that..." Traci muttered.
"Yeah," Joni murmured, before a smirk crossed her face. "We're definitely framing a copy of that for the barracks."
The shoot continued for fifteen grueling minutes for Madison. By the end, her willpower had left her. She laid back on the sheets in utter resignation to this forced modeling.

Eventually, the camera's lights ceased flashing. Madison shot upright, covering her body with the bedsheets. Her ears still folded tightly back in humiliation.
The photographer chuckled. "I think you liked showing off more than you let on." He teased as he looked over the shots. "But damn, these are definitely getting printed. The boys will go nuts for 'em."
Madison felt her heart jump into her throat. Printing?! Circulating?! Lt. General Grant might see these! Her face flushed deeper red as she looked desperately to the other dogwomen. "Y-You can't be serious! These images are not for public consumption!"

The photographer just shrugged as he turned back to packing up his equipment, while Traci smiled. "Aw, I think you looked great!"
Emily gave her own meek nod of agreement. "I-it wasn't so bad once you got used to it..."

Joni smirked and shook her head. "It ain't your choice anymore, bitch." She couldn't hide her glee at seeing Madison finally knocked off her high horse. "The boys are gonna have fun with these."
Madison looked desperately between them. "No...I-I forbid it!" She stamped her foot indignantly. "Destroy those photos immediately!"
The photographer didn't even look back as he gave a small wave of his hand. "Whatever you say, sweetheart, my work here is done, and USSD made sure I got creative freedom, so no take-backs."

Madison felt faint; her usual ironclad composure shattered so utterly. She collapsed to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. "No...I can't let him see me like this..." She whimpered pitifully.

Emily and Traci both blinked in surprise at the dramatic reaction. This wasn't the Madison they knew at all.
Joni just shook her head, sighing loudly. "Get over yourself already. Ain't nothing wrong with showing some fur." She moved over to force Madison to her feet. "Now come on, Miss President, let's get you back in uniform before you embarrass yourself further..."

The German Shepherd allowed herself to be led wordlessly back to the pile of discarded clothes. As Joni released her arm, Madison swiftly adorned her standard duty attire once more, uniform and composure restored in equal measure. Her face still burning bright, she spoke not another word to her comrades, turning sharply on her heel to depart from the studio without so much as a glance backward at the others. The click of her boots echoed down the empty hallway as the remaining dogwomen watched her disappear from sight.