Meeko's Malleability

Meeko's Malleability

Humming machinery was always easier to listen to. The noises all made sense. The deep hum of spinning hard disk platters, the whirring of thousands of fans, and the sound of chilled air rushing through ventilation all had a reason to be there. None of it was demanding, confusing, or filled with unspoken connotations. The machines were complex, but understandable. While sometimes they might act in ways that seemed bizarre, there was always a reason, and finding that reason was merely an act of know-how and persistence.

Meeko's bare footpaws slipped up the side of the cold server rack, his back against the raised floor tiles as he lifted his phone in front of him to check the status of the cluster restart. Around him, the monolithic racks of equipment gave no outward indication of what was taking place, but in the invisible realm of data that inter-connected them, it was earth-shaking. With the small display of his phone serving as a tiny window through the veil of the ones and zeroes which traversed copper and glass, he watched as servers blipped in and out of existence. A systematic restart of all of the individual systems that made up the super-computer cluster was rippling through the ether as they reset themselves in order to begin their lives anew on a new codebase.

Some might balk at a job description whose technology expertise requirements were several pages long; few on the planet had the wide-ranging skills necessary to keep such a colossus of computing in operation. To the black cat sprawled out in his temple of silicon, however, this barely managed to challenge him. No matter what seemingly impossible problem showed up, he never felt nervous or stressed about it. "It will always make sense in the end," he often said to himself, sometimes aloud. Meeko took great comfort in the unfeeling logic of technology, where he was only judged by his knowledge and problem-solving prowess.

Meeko didn't particularly enjoy being alone, but it was the only alternative to dealing with the challenge of other people. It was baffling to him how people could interact with other people despite the ever-present reality that spoken words were a cloak of concealment around the truth of what lay within their minds. It confounded him in the same way his job might confound the catering team. Nevertheless, he didn't consider himself a loner, or even an introvert. He greatly desired the company of others; he just simply found it utterly exhausting to deal with the noise of words. They were a yet another layer of concealment he wished he could do away with, and he longed for some way to bypass their clumsiness.

A shift in the power utilization from the servers rebooting was re-directing the cooling of the room at various moments, and suddenly Meeko began to feel a draft fluff the fur of his rump and send a slight chill between his legs. At 2AM, there was no one in the datacenter except him and no surveillance, so he availed himself of the lack of company to remove the layer of concealment his clothing so annoyingly provided. He was so much calmer and relaxed when nude, and desperately wished that clothing was never required in any context. He was always nude at home, and felt tremendously awkward attempting to purchase clothing. The relativistic tastes of others were so difficult to read, and almost as unpredictable as the words they used. It was so much simpler to be genuine and up-front, and not need to worry about color coordination or style. Sometimes a nice pair of underwear could be quite comfortable around the loins, but apart from that Meeko was happiest when he was able to wear nothing at all.

Lifting his leg over the other, he sighed comfortably as the flow of cool air from the A/C vent below him filtered past his thighs and groin. The sounds of servers chiming in order as they rebooted served like a digital metronome which calmed him after the long day. In his mind's eye, he could see the code he'd written being executed by the various nodes of the cluster in an orderly and well-coordinated fashion. The floor of the datacenter was far from comfortable, but despite the lack of any curvature or support, he tended to prefer a more rigid surface to relax on, so he closed his eyes and leaned back to take a brief cat nap.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

The vibration of his phone against the hard floor was suddenly, and unexpectedly, reverberating into his ear. His brow furrowing, Meeko turned to look at the screen whose list of nodes was now frustratingly hidden by an incoming phone call. Being on the night shift he knew late-night calls were possible, but those happened when he was at home and needed to come in. If he was already in the datacenter, this call made no sense. What made even less sense was that he didn't recognize the phone number, despite having everyone who could take advantage of his on-call status entered into his contacts.

Without lifting the phone up, he calmly tapped his pawpad against the "decline" button. Surely, there was no one with an emergency he could help with calling from an unknown number at this time of night. Yet, before he could even lay back once more, it went off again. This time, Meeko sat upright and picked the phone up. It was the same number, and it was ringing him in an impossibly short time from when he hung up. Knowing full-well it was likely some sort of scam, he tapped "decline" once again, but held the phone and stared at it. Without even a second's delay, it immediately began ringing once more, and the number had not changed, as if the caller had the ability to re-dial in the same instant he hung up. This time, he pressed "answer," but held the phone to his ear without saying a word in response, expecting to hear the telltale "click" of an automated dialer of some kind which he would be promptly reporting to the FCC.

"Ah! Good, you finally picked up. How are you Meeko? Are the servers treating you well? I'm guessing you're not wearing anything as per usual, and who could blame you? Your company is so backwards with its dress code. Must be nice to let loose once in a while."

Meeko shot to his feet, his tail poofing into a thick brush of feline surprise and ears folding flat against his head. His mind immediately began racing to deduce what was going on. The voice was completely unknown to him, which was partially comforting because it meant it was not his boss or any of his coworkers. However, the fact that a complete stranger knew where he was, knew he was awake at 2AM, and knew he had no clothes on was more than a little alarming. He examined many possible explanations in his mind, but few seemed possible, much less probable. After almost a full ten-count of silence, the voice spoke once again.

"Still there? I apologize for the call out of the blue. I know it's probably a bit of a shock, but this seemed like the most logical time to call you when you'd be alone."

Meeko finally caved in to the reality that there was no way he would be able to figure out what was going on without more information, so he decided it was time to be interrogative.

"Who is this, and how did you get this number?" Meeko asked, rapidly turning around to confirm that was still alone while scrambling to gather his garments into his free hand.

"Such easy questions. Rilt, and your company's directory, respectively," the voice responded, matter-of-factly.

Meeko was nearly in full panic, and his breathing was accelerating as he pulled his underwear up, stuffed the phone between his face and shoulder, and began pulling his pants over his legs. "L-listen, I don't know who you are, 'Rilt,' but if this is a prank, it's not funny."

"What are you concerned about? I'm just calling to ask if you're well, and to deliver a special invitation."

Meeko was buttoning up his shirt as he continued, his voice beginning to crack slightly as he gradually ruled out innocuous explanations for the conversation. "I am well. I'm not ever invited to things, and why would you say I'm naked?"

"Aren't you? I certainly am. It's the best way to be."

Meeko was tempted to ask if he was the handsome badger he'd gone on a blind date with yesterday who had awkwardly walked away from him mid-sentence. Apparently telling someone that you preferred being nude in a public place was not a truth that was well-received early on in a conversation. There was a remote chance it might the badger attempting to somehow tease and/or blackmail him. Shaking his head, he threw off the unlikely idea as too far-fetched. Either way, he should probably not reveal anything to this person.

"I'm wearing clothes," Meeko said, truthfully now that he was once again fully-dressed. He needed to make his way back to his workstation to start a reverse lookup of the phone number calling him, and that required going past security cameras. The voice sounded disappointed as he walked swiftly past the rows of humming black monoliths.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Not to give you the wrong idea, this is by no means a solicitation for sex. At least, not yet. Can I talk to you about our invitation?"

"There's an 'our' now, is there?" Meeko replied, sitting as his chair and tapping at his keyboard. He was hoping he could gather more information passively without giving anything away to the already well-informed individual.

"Of course there is. We want you to leave your company and come work for us instead. I'm sure by now you've figured out who 'we' are by searching for my phone number."

Meeko's hand shook slightly as he clicked into the search result: "Vulcanis Corporation Advanced Research Division."

"You...you work for VC," the cat stammered. More of the possible explanations for the caller were falling away from feasibility, with new, more exotic ones appearing in their place. Why on earth was someone from a top-secret scientific research corporation calling him in the middle of the night?

"I do indeed," the voice soothingly replied. It was sounding as if the speaker had just taken a sip of something before speaking. "We've been impressed with your abilities for quite some time, and we know we can offer you a compensation package that's utterly unique, and fits you better than anything you can possibly imagine. Can I pencil you in for a meeting in 96 minutes from now? Your cluster reload should be over by then, and I'll even provide transportation."

How did this person know what he was working on?! Whoever this Rilt was, Meeko felt extremely scared that he was walking into some sort of trap that was going to most certainly get him fired, or at the very least in massive amounts of trouble by just speaking to him.

"Um... that's a very strange way to deliver a job offer. I'm not entirely certain you're being genuine."

"That's perfectly fair. I tell you what, I'll make it a very simple decision for you which provides almost no risk whatsoever. At 4AM, I will send a car to your home. Look for the license plate GA5T0N. If you're interested in a fantastic new job which will change your life forever, get into the car. If you're absolutely certain that there is no vocational position you can possibly have which will satisfy you more than your present employment, then simply remain in your apartment. The car will depart after waiting for 15 minutes, and we will assume your answer is 'no'. You're under no obligation to accept until you've heard our proposal. I'm confident you'll do the right thing, Meeko."

The individual calling themselves Rilt hung up without another word, making the cat's phone beep in his ear. Meeko slowly lowered it while staring at his computer's screen. This was far too elaborate and well-informed to be a prank, he wasn't important enough to kidnap, and he wasn't rich enough to be blackmailed. The only two conclusions Meeko could see as possible were that either A) he was the victim of one of the most extensive data theft con-jobs in history, or B) he was actually being offered a job at the secretive research firm in the middle of the night by an individual who claimed their name was "Rilt"... and that they were nude.

"Nothing about this is a good idea," he thought to himself as he hurried out of the building to his car. He knew that the shadowy corporate entity was often said to be more than a little unusual in their recruitment practices, but witnessing proof of it firsthand like this was something else entirely. While driving home, he kept mulling over the extensive list of nefarious things which could happen. Walking into his apartment, he decided that while there was great risk, the vast majority of bad outcomes could be outwitted with a simple call from his smartphone.

His decision made and best suit on, Meeko looked out the window as he heard the rumble of wheels outside. A modern, black stretch limousine was pulling up right outside his unit's door, then stopping. Meeko waited for a moment to see if someone was getting out, but the vehicle doors remained closed.

No point in waiting, he thought to himself, switching his phone's GPS tracking on. A tiny app of his own design was running in the background on it as he slipped it into his jacket pocket. The program required him to enter an innocuous code via a text message every 30 minutes, otherwise it would automatically call the authorities until it was disabled. Meeko never thought of himself as paranoid, and while some might consider the precaution unusually thorough, he felt it matched the unusual circumstance. Writing it was a snap, anyway.

As he locked his unit's door and began walking towards the car, the driver's door opened. The cat's eyes darted to the license plate, ensuring it was correct before addressing the chauffeur. "Hi, I'm-"

"Meeko. Yes sir, I'm aware. If you're ready, please step inside," the driver said as he opened the rear door of the limo for him. The smartly-dressed rabbit was gesturing with an open palm to the interior of the car, which appeared brilliantly-lit. The svelte creature was likely in his early 20's, mottled in color, and his long ears were folded back over his head beneath an official-looking hat.

"Oh, um. Yeah, sure." Meeko awkwardly stammered while stepping into the lit interior of the vehicle. As the door was closed and he took his seat on the plush bench, he tried to think about what he was going to say. He wasn't good at that, but maybe his expertise would speak for itself. It certainly had so far. The rabbit's voice from the driver's seat interrupted his train of thought.

"Feel free to take your clothes off, sir. We'll be entering the building through the underground lot and nudity is commonplace inside the facility. Rilt said it might help you relax."

"Sorry, did you just say.... oh." While shimmying along the bench of the limo to peek through the window into the driver's area, the whites of Meeko's eyes suddenly became gigantic. The trim bunny had completely stripped himself down to the fur. Meeko's wide eyes traversed the contour of his shoulders, toned pecs and smooth belly before landing upon a 6-inch flaccid penis resting between a healthy pair of black and white furry balls. The driver's cap still on, he turned to face the gawking feline without a single thought.

"Anything wrong sir?" he asked casually, the driver's face looking more concerned that he'd forgotten to take his drink order than worried about being observed. A tattoo which resembled a complex circuit diagram wove its way around his thick bicep, and the spicy aroma of male musk was beginning to fill the cat's nostrils.

"NO!" Meeko blurted, swallowing and awkwardly smiling, doing his best to play it cool. "Um, I just... wasn't expecting... um... nevermind."

"As you wish, sir. I'll close the window for now, but just press the intercom button if you need anything. Help yourself to a drink on the way, we're heading to the main office in downtown so it'll take about an hour." With that, the security window between Meeko and the driver whirred closed, and the interior of the limo illuminated into beautiful, bright colors. The interior sporting high-intensity LED lighting on apparently every available surface. At first it was almost blinding, but his eyes adjusted in short order and soon the slowly rotating colored light felt pleasing.

Sitting back down on the plush seat, the cat began contemplating whether or not to remove his neatly-pressed (and rarely worn) business attire. The idea of wearing his birthday suit to the office had always been a divided issue in his mind. While he couldn't think of any more comfortable way to be, the idea of being ridiculed for it was something he simply could never bear. It was so hard for him even to absorb a gentle correction from his superiors about his work, much less suffer the condemnation of being "weird" or "perverted." The painful memory of the one time in his childhood he asked his parents if he could go to school naked pinched at the back of his mind painfully. Could this be a moment where he actually would be welcomed for something he kept this deeply hidden away?

The sounding of a soft chime preceded the voice of the driver through the intercom. "Sorry sir, I almost forgot to mention that Rilt has left you a pre-recorded message that will help shorten your orientation to the interview."

"The interview requires an orientation?" Meeko asked incredulously.

"Well, yes, after a fashion. On the display near the intercom is a playback button. Please press it and watch it in its entirety during the drive. And again if you would like to, please, remove your clothing."

The cats eyes blinked, his nose and whiskers twitching slightly as if he recalled a memory, yet immediately lost what it was in that same instant. As the limo began rolling, he yawned, hoping his low energy at the early morning trip wouldn't show through during his interview. His pink paw pad touched the 'play' button and he sat back once more. For now, he kept his clothes on, despite an increasingly insistent desire to take them off and be truly comfortable. He wasn't sure just how much he trusted the idea of showing up naked to an interview, and part of him was worried it was some sort of bizarre test, or worse, a cruel joke. Meeko had learned through the pain of frequent rejection how poorly he could tolerate the rejection of others, particularly when it stemmed from some aspect of who he was, or a mistake he made. It had caused him to be deeply suspicious whenever the opportunity to be himself was presented, and had transformed his self-doubt into his own greatest enemy.

Calm, relaxing music played as the video sprung to life on the monitor. The shifting colors of the limo's interior seemed to sync up with the animated company logo on the screen which assembled itself into view during an unusually long introduction sequence. Normally, these sort of videos greatly annoyed the feline, who found them overly cheesy. This one was different, though. The nearly minute-long animation seemed so well-crafted and lovely to watch, that Meeko didn't mind waiting for it to finish. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned back into the seat a bit further as the voice-over began.

"The Vulcanis Corporation. The longstanding leader in nanoelastomer technology. For over two decades, we've led the charge into new scientific frontiers. The fact is, however, we couldn't have gotten where we are without the incredible ensemble of all-star engineers, developers, and technicians like you.

"If you're watching this video, congratulations! You've already passed our exhaustive vetting process and are being formally extended an invitation to join our team. At this point, it's our job to convince you of the value of joining our team."

Unbelievable. Were they really so confident in their preemptive hiring process that they recorded an introductory video that openly says "don't bother interviewing, we already know you're the right fit?" They couldn't have just recorded this professional video just for him. Was this really common practice at VC?

"While we can go on and on about the unbeatable benefits programs we offer and our industry-leading pay scale, we believe that the most compelling reason you should work for us is that we deeply care for you, Meeko, and wish to give you the freedom to excel in a place of safety. The single most important thing we want to stress for you is a feeling of belonging."

Hold on. Did... this video just address him by name?

"What the fuck?" Meeko asked of no one in particular.

"Our company is many things to many people, but the sense of belonging that pervades our workplace is without equal. Everyone at Vulcanis belongs in their role, their team, and sometimes even in their new bodies. That feeling is what we want to emphasize with you most of all, Meeko. We know that you often feel restless at your place of work, and how challenging it can be for you to fit in. We understand you on a very deep level, and want to show you just how much you can belong."

Meeko felt the uncontrollable urge to stretch out more comfortably in the spacious limo. The customized voiceover for the "orientation" video didn't shock him terribly, considering it wasn't hard to record a new voice track for an existing video. However, he did squirm slightly when the phrase "their new bodies" was added. The bright, flickering colored lights were continuing to dazzle his vision, and while there was a slight dizzying sensation that accompanied them, they were oddly soothing. He took off his shoes to relax more comfortably as he continued to listen.

"Upon your arrival, we'll conduct the brief in-person portion of your orientation. Once that's complete, we are quite confident that you will have made your decision on whether or not to take advantage of our offer. Of course, knowing how much you belong with us, there's little doubt that you'll say 'yes'."

The video itself was showing brief glimpses of incredibly futuristic laboratory settings and massive equipment that Meeko had never seen before. As the voiceover continued speaking directly to him, the camera continued panning around expansive test chambers, luxurious office spaces, and data centers with miles of server farms. It genuinely looked quite impressive.

In particular, one room seemed to be highlighted repeatedly in the video. It was a torus-shaped space, brightly lit on all sides and with a strange, unidentifiable object at its center. It was silver, with a brilliant, mirror-like shine, which reflected the room it was in with massive amounts of distortion due to its incredible curvature. It appeared solid, and the camera rotated around its unusual shape, keeping it in the center of view. It had a shape which almost resembled a thick liquid that had been poured out and frozen while spreading out against the floor, but with five protruding bulges at various points along its sides. It appeared to be little more than modern art, that is until one of the bulges moved. As if it changed state to a liquid for just a moment, the object morphed in shape into a perfect ovoid shape, then rippled at the surface before returning to its original configuration.

Meeko's underwear was tightening. His mind felt strangely lubricated in the way it would be if he'd had a strong cocktail, and watching this unexplained amorphous object alter its shape before his eyes on the screen was pushing his already weakened buttons. He'd never been able to fully explain why, but the cat had always been drawn to shapes which sported a smooth, yet elegant curvature to them. Whether it was sports cars, aircraft, ultra-modern furniture or even light fixtures, smooth curves always excited him, and in rare cases, even aroused him. On one occasion, he excused himself from a car show where a particularly streamlined vehicle had gotten him so excited that he had become fully hard and began leaking into his underwear. Now, seeing such a lovely curved ... thing... only to witness it be able to shape-shift was almost too much for him. Was this CGI designed to only be an attention-getting image?

Knowing he was alone in the limo (had it even started driving yet?), he took the opportunity to loosen his belt and open his pants and fly to allow for a little extra room for his stiffening erection. He flushed beneath his fur in embarrassment while his eyes traced the tantalizing curves of the object in the strange room, even though he was by himself.

"This facility in particular is one we know that you'll appreciate, Meeko," the voice continued, suddenly sounding less matter-of-fact and more alluring. "Please pay close attention to the object in the center of the room. This is the integration chassis."

As the voice continued, the sides of the object reflected motion taking place in the room. From behind the camera, a pine marten walked into view and stood alongside the thing which now had a name, albeit an ominous one. As the weasel turned to face the viewer, Meeko's eyes went wide in surprise. His lab coat was open in front, and beneath it, the mustelid male was completely nude. His soft fuzzy sheath, cute ballsac and coffee-colored belly were displayed in plain sight as he smiled for the camera. This was clearly not like any 'orientation' he'd ever even conceived. What the hell was going on? His eyes were so locked upon the screen that he paid no attention at all to the brightly colored lights inside the limo which began a slow, continuous rotation around the entirety of the vehicle's interior.

The marten now spoke directly to the viewer, instead of through faceless narration. As he spoke, it dawned upon Meeko why the voice was familiar. It was the same voice that spoke to him over the phone just a few hours earlier.

"The VC-NIC-5 integration chassis is just one example of many of the Vulcanis Corporation's numerous breakthroughs in nanotechnology. It provides a mechanism by which any data stream can be fully overlaid upon and/or interfaced with a biological neural network. Simultaneously, its composition enables easy and comfortable restraint of the subject during the procedure, regardless of their size, species, body shape, or gender."

Meeko was feeling less and less present in his mind, as though he was drifting comfortably on a sea of colors inside the confines of the limo. The seat was so incredibly comfortable that the cat couldn't help but stretch his legs out and relax. The swirling colors continued dancing along the silver trim of the interior as his socks plopped onto the thick carpet while he took another look at the curvature of the object (now the subject of a close-up as the narration continued.)

"This unique system is designed to adapt to the body of the user to make them a fully connected part of its structure, making the user belong inside of it. This enables a heightened sense of concentration and focus, with only temporary side effects. Eventually the user of the device gains subconscious control over their own immobilization at will, with the nanite structure of the VC-NIC-5 becoming an extension of their own unspoken desires.

"This has the added benefit of allowing those with unusual interests to have their wishes manifested unexpectedly, and very intensely, while they perform their duties inside the machine. In your case, Meeko, we need your administration and development skills to enhance and maintain our primary HPC cluster."

Meeko's eyelids remained wide open due to his deep interest, and partly because he wanted another glimpse of the cute marten's privates, yet as the video played, his relaxation intensified. Looking down, he realized that he'd unbuttoned his shirt, undone his tie, and his pants were now down around his thighs. He gasped, reaching for the belt to pull them up in shame, horrified that the limo door might open while he was nearly undressed when the voice stopped him.

"It's imperative that you not put on any more clothes. Please remember that your employment will be dependent upon you doing whatever you wish naturally. Acting upon shame is cause for dismissal. If you have removed any clothing at this point, please do not attempt to put them back on. We already know you find clothes a nuisance, Meeko, so please act accordingly."

Meeko froze; his eyes darting to and fro in an attempt to find the camera which surely was watching him. "Is this... is this some kind of twisted prank?" he demanded of the technicolor interior.

No reply to his query was heard. Instead, the marten on the screen simply resumed his tour of the facility, as if the comment was simply part of the recording. Meeko's mind was telling him the best course of action would be to don his clothes, rap upon the window for the driver, and demand the limo return him home. For some reason, however, this idea didn't make any sense to the house cat's conscious mind. This limo was so comfortable, and the lights that shimmered in his glassy eyes so pretty. Plus, he'd hate to be rude to that super-cute driver. No, it was definitely best to let the video continue playing and relax. It wasn't every day he got a limousine ride, and it was so comfortable.

"Anything wrong back there, sir?" the high-pitched voice of the rabbit asked over the intercom.

"N-no... I was just... surprised by um... the video calling me by name."

"I completely understand sir. VC can definitely be full of surprises. Just remember that your clothes belong on the floor."

Something twitched deep within Meeko's mind for a moment. His head shook as the dizzying lights seemed to get momentarily brighter, making him blink in mild confusion. Was he.... no that wasn't right.

"Sorry, did you say something about my clothes?"

"Yes sir. I was mentioning that your clothes belong on the floor. Please feel free to take your underwear off too. You won't need them where we're going, and its easiest to be nude when you're in a place of belonging."

The bouncing, undulating lights swam through his optic nerve and pummeled away the nagging concerns and alarms which the cat might be otherwise feeling. Their carefully-programmed patterns and scintillating displays were battering away at his independent thoughts, paving the way for suggestion, which the driver's soothing voice obligingly filled in.

"Oh... I um... right, I forgot. Sorry."

Meeko's head was feeling heavier, and his shoulders slumped slightly as he slid his pants the rest of the way off. His eyes were remaining open to soak up that beautiful light show while his paw pads slipped beneath the elastic of his underwear and began pulling them down over his legs until he eventually stepped out of them. The feline then stretched his arms and legs out all directions, his maw spreading open into a yawn before laying back on the increasingly comfortable seat, now wearing nothing but his fur.

One of his white glove-like paws began gently rolling his testicles around lazily, the pink pads stroking at his privates. Meeko was no longer even giving a second thought to the fact he was fully nude inside a company limo, playing with himself on his way to an interview. In fact, the cat wasn't really giving a second thought to anything, and his 'first' line of thought was focused exclusively on the video which he was once more paying closer attention to, now that his uncomfortable clothes were gone.

"-for our company's future in the military, corporate, and adult entertainment verticals. Your role will be one which touches every aspect of our business, as part of our high-performance computing administration team. Your personalized benefits package has been prepared for you, and once our medical team has cleared you for employment, we will be giving you a sample of how well the Vulcanis Corporation takes care of those who belong here.

"It's important to remember that you belong, Meeko. It's so important, that I'm going to repeat it to you five times. After the last time, you're going to feel more relaxed than you ever have in your life. Nothing can hurt you in this special safe place, and you will be surrounded by only the things you enjoy. We care about you very much, Meeko. We want you with us, and while you are with us, we will ensure you feel as though you belong."

The house cat blinked lazily, his limbs feeling heavier and more relaxed as the marten's pointed face now filled the entire screen, the laboratory in the background fading away. It sounded so wonderful, so safe, that he would be remiss if he didn't go to this place where he belonged.

"Five. You belong here, Meeko."

"It's true. You belong with us." a voice uttered soothingly next to him on the seat. Turning his head, the cat suddenly came face-to-face with the driver of the limo, who was no longer in the cab! Before he could look out the window to see whether or not they were still moving, the sweet bunny's lips pressed up against his own. His entire body flushing and tingling, Meeko's eyes went wide in surprise as the soft, padless hands of the rabbit reached up to cradle his head as the kiss continued. The driver's white luxurious coat fully reflected the rainbow of lights, making it as though his entire body was shimmering with whirling color as he climbed into the cat's lap while continuing to warmly kiss his lips.

Yes. This was where Meeko belonged right now. His own paws encircled the beautiful male settling himself down against his body and traced along the slim curvature of his torso. The rabbit's pelt was warm to the touch and impossibly soft. Normally, he'd be feeling extraordinarily self-conscious. No male had ever been this bold with him, and whenever he kissed, he felt as though he was doing it poorly. In this moment, however, Meeko felt no such concern. His mind buried the worries of being adequate for the time being, and allowed him to return the kiss.

The two naked males began making out more intensely inside the limo as the lights continued their display and the weasel on the monitor smiled wickedly.

The cat gave a gentle mew as he reached up to hold the rabbit's face, each of them fully focused upon one another in the moment of uncharacteristic intimacy.

"Four. Who you are right now is the one you want to be. Confident, relaxed, comfortable, and loved. You belong."

Quiet moans and gentle wet licks could be heard inside the otherwise quiet limo, the two creatures' scents mingling with one another as their lust grew.

"Three. When you are who you want to be, you can do anything. You belong."

The feline's shyness had utterly evaporated in the moment of contact. His usual head full of questions, worries, and fears was being emptied by the sparkling eyes of the lapine slipping his tongue gently past his lips. Meeko's paws ventured lower, slipping around the taut rump cheeks of the limo driver and giving them a warm squeeze. He'd never had a sexual encounter with someone he was attracted to so freely before, or with such mental clarity and calm. It was intoxicating, and was only intensifying as he felt the bunny's erection slide up against his own before the driver closed his palm around both and began to stroke them gently.

"Two. When you are who you want to be, you always know where you belong," the marten's voice said while partially drowned out by a loud moan of pleasure escaping Meeko's lips. The cat's paws gripped the rabbit's rump more tightly as the two cavorted inside the bright, swirling lights. The rabbit's hips atop his lap were thrusting rhythmically, sliding their shafts along one another with long, smooth strokes.

"One. You belong here."

As the svelte limo driver gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, he began to furiously pump each of their cocks at once while continuing to thrust against the blissfully entranced feline. Meeko's body was tensing, shifting from fully relaxed to utterly rigid as his orgasm neared. His breath becoming ragged and shallow, the cat's pawpads dug into the bunny's ass and pulled the cheeks wide apart, making the driver's moans intensify as the diminutive fleshy spot under his cotton tail flexed against the open air.

"Mmmphh... Meeko, will you cum with me please? I want to with you so badly..."

The feline's mind which normally was a dynamo of branching thoughts and connecting ideas had been channeled into a singular focus for what felt like the first time in his life, here in this strange limousine. His self-doubts, fear of rejection, and endless questions were nowhere to be found. Simultaneously, there was no explanation for this sudden clarity. His awareness of this fact fully intact, he was nevertheless without a single care that it was so. For once, all he wanted was to feel this.

"Zero."

"Y-yes...mmmmnff!!" Meeko whimpered, before throwing his head back in a blissful moan that harmonized with the grunting of the lapine grinding against him. As the heavily-tinted windows began fogging over, the touch of the bunny's cock against his own was becoming slick and wet. The two grunted and moaned in warm, loving pleasure as the rabbit slowed his motion and began lowering his weight further down onto the cat's moistened lap. Meeko flushed, his emotion more complicated than shame, but still feeling a twinge of embarrassment at having wet his and the driver's belly fur with semen that was rapidly becoming cool to the touch. Opening his eyes, he swiveled his eyes to look at the adorable rabbit who was now embracing him, the soft white fur of his cheek pressing firmly against his own.

Meeko wrapped his arms around the total stranger who had treated him more lovingly than anyone he'd ever met before. There were still a myriad of questions he felt like he needed to ask, and a host of worries about how it must all be some sort of ruse or mean-spirited trick. Yet for reasons he couldn't consciously understand, none of these came to mind. Letting his eyes slightly close, he sighed deeply and pulled tighter into the warm (and now slightly wet) hug. The rabbit hummed a sigh of contentment as the two clung to each other, before whispering in Meeko's ear.

"It's so nice to belong here, isn't it?"

The cat nodded gently in reply. Words were not something that easily came to him under the best of circumstances, but rather than being taciturn out of his introversion, his silence now came from the unnatural calm and focus he felt inside the trance that pushed away his concerns and doubts. Unbeknownst to him, it was also taking his desire for independent thought and gently placing it on a shelf in his mind, out of reach for now. The feline was drifting in a soft mental haze, his body feeling warmth and pleasure, and his mind relaxed and comfortable.

"Now that you know where you belong, would you like to come with me out of the limo?"

Another nod accompanied a lazy smile on Meeko's face, his paws still holding the warm body of the rabbit who was now stroking his pointed ears. The vivid, sparking colors of the limo's lights were flickering inside his dilated feline eyes so brightly that they had seemed to become themselves luminescent. Slowly and carefully, the rabbit reached to the side of the seat with one paw to pick something up while his other continued lovingly rubbing Meeko's ear. The reclined feline did not respond in any way as a visor-like set of glasses were gently lowered over his eyes and let to rest on his muzzle. He could still see the adorable bunny's friendly face through them, and his conscious mind took no notice of anything unusual as they seamlessly began to mimic the flowing red, blue and purple lights of the limo. Their soothing effect still remaining in full force upon the kitty, the lights in the limo suddenly returned to normal lighting.

Meeko took absolutely no notice nor care at the fact he was still utterly nude as the door of the limousine opened for them and the rabbit took both of his paws into his own and began to lead him up from his seat. The handsome boy walked in reverse so that Meeko could still face him straight-on as the pair exited the vehicle. Instead of pavement, or even a sidewalk, their paws stepped out onto a smooth, and comfortably warm floor. One sense that his conscious mind still possessed in full was his curiosity, and Meeko lazily swiveled his head about to take in his surroundings. His pink erection wiggled cutely back and forth with each step as he realized that the self-driving car had in fact come to rest inside a building. His trance was so effective he had been prepared to step out right into public view without a scrap of clothing on, but now that he realized they were in private, his sense of comfort and belonging was doubly reinforced. Miles away were his thoughts and concerns as he followed the bunny along in a mindless daze through the corridor towards a set of cylindrical elevator doors. In the extremities of his vision, faceless figures walked behind them to collect his belongings and clothes from the limo, including his phone with its long-forgotten silent countdown. They paced the nude pair as the elevator doors opened to reveal the pine marten Meeko had seen in the video, standing astride a wheeled gurney with thick rubber padding.

"Welcome! I'm so glad you decided to join us this evening. Did you have a comfortable journey?" the weasel calmly asked, his luxurious brown fur and creamy 'bib' patch from his neck down over his upper chest on full display. Just like the rabbit and cat in tow, he wore absolutely nothing except an ID card which dangled from a lanyard around his neck. Like most mustelids, his scent was more noticeable than the other two mammals, particularly when sans clothing, and Meeko found the aroma that wafted from the elevator earthy and pleasant. As Rilt was speaking, Meeko took no notice of the rabbit's discrete removal of the protective contact lenses that shielded him from the effects of the limo's hypnotic lighting which still continued inside the kitty's visor, maintaining complete subjugation of his conscious functions.

"Mmmh... yes... it was so nice..." was the only reply he managed to assemble, which seemed to please the marten, who reached out a paw to gently hold him by the shoulder.

"Oh, good!" he cooed soothingly, as he and the driver guided Meeko into the elevator and closed the doors with a swipe of his access card. His paw pads feeling gravity loosen as they began descending at what felt like a very rapid pace. "Now Meeko, you remember from the video how you belong here, isn't that right?"

The black and white face of the feline nodded weakly, his view of the room still shrouded in the swirling colors of the visor.

"Yes, that's right. You're welcome here, belong here, and we want you to stay. We know you will love your new place here, but in order for you to meet your full potential, we need to validate some things about your physical condition. It won't take long, but the procedure is mandatory. Is it OK if we proceed?"

"Mmmphh... OK...." the feline's consent barely audible.

"I'm so glad. You're tired, so why don't you have a lie down?" the marten said while he and the rabbit guided Meeko towards the gurney in the elevator. It was true, his body was feeling like it weighed several hundred more kilograms than usual despite the movement of the elevator, and the idea of lying down comfortably was irresistible. The two naked males held him by his upper arms and gently sat his naked rump onto the padded rubber surface, his tail being gently guided into a slot beneath, and helping swing his legs up. The soft fur of the rabbit's paws cradled his head ever so gently, leaning him back onto the headrest just in time for the doors to open with a chime.

"Excellent. Let's go," Rilt said as he tapped a control pad on the side of the self-propelled gurney. As the pair accompanying him walked along, the cat enjoyed a smooth ride out of the elevator and through a blindingly-bright hallway. Both the marten and the mysterious chauffeur were continuously stroking his body in slow, soothing motions that helped to keep Meeko in an ongoing state of mixed comfort and arousal. Occasionally, the rabbit's paw grazed his inner thigh, making the soft nibs of his erection's barbs extend as his maleness twitched in response.

If one could descend into the complex layers of consciousness hidden within the mind of the cat being wheeled towards an uncertain fate, one would see a fascinating interaction between his desires, fears, doubts, confidence, curiosity and inhibitions. Most individuals could never feel comfortable with putting their lives in the hands of another without having spent years building their trust, a process that we all know comes in the form of shared experiences and deep, lengthy socialization. While Meeko desperately wanted to feel the sort of trust and comfort one obtains through this sort of connection, he had never possessed the skills or patience needed to navigate the labyrinth that was interpersonal relationships.

Naturally, this was something that the Vulcanis Corporation's research team had learned about him far in advance of their submitting him for this job. They knew perfectly well that Meeko's fears of rejection were holding him back from taking the necessary risks, and decided to unlock his true potential by using his own natural tendency to be openly honest (and often untactful) as a mental short cut to trust by forcibly disabling his inhibitions and fears. Thousands of hours of work had gone into psychoanalyzing the feline to ensure they could both effectively and safely bring about his consensual induction to what would be his most personally transformative moment. Pairing this with a hefty utilization of what they knew where his sexual pressure points, the company predicted a 99.98% chance of successfully bringing out Meeko's true self, and preventing any of his self-doubts from interfering with what they knew he always wanted, but was afraid to ask for.

"N-name..." the cat weakly uttered as the trio quietly moved along through the hall.

Humming interrogatively, Rilt leaned over towards the cat's face to listen. "What was that?"

"Driver....what's.....your name?"

The rabbit's smile warmed brightly as he placed a paw upon Meeko's chest, and slid it up onto his cheek, pulling their muzzles together.

"My name is Deck, lovey, and it's so wonderful to meet you at last," he whispered, as he touched his lips to the feline's soft nose in a quick tap of a kiss. "I've been studying you for quite a while," he continued, as they passed by an open door which Meeko could just barely see inside. His fleeting glimpse of the interior nearly caused him to gasp despite the depth of his trance, for what he saw was nothing short of a perfectly-timed "pull out" money shot as a rubber ass gaped open following the removal of a horse's giant, dripping cock which then swayed between the male's legs, before the creature looked over its shoulder towards Meeko with a face completely obscured by a black respirator mask. The scene vanishing as quickly as it appeared as the gurney continued its journey, and the rabbit quipped: "You're going to love it here so much, lovey. I can't wait to show you all the sights, sounds, and sensations that're going to be thrust upon you."

A tense "mew" escaped Meeko's muzzle as Deck punctuated his sentence with a firm gripping of the cat's exposed erection. His hips lifting upwards towards the fuzzy padless paw's touch, Meeko's consciousness swirled and meandered between awareness and a dream, and while confused curiosity was still the most dominant presence in his mind, he somehow knew that whatever happened next was going to wonderful, no matter what form it came in.

"Here we are," Rilt stated, gripping the rail of the gurney and guiding it through a door and into a room that was in stark contrast to the spartan interior they'd been through so far. The dimly-lit space was humming with machinery and the intermittent chimes of complex equipment covered in buttons, control panels, and indicator lights. Meeko quickly came to the realization that it was a medical bay of some sort, and that they were now accompanied by other individuals who began to surround the prone feline on all sides. The intense illumination of an examination light tightened Meeko's relaxed irises, while the visor continued its unending assault upon his consciousness. Unsurprisingly, however, the feline's mind began to fight back hard as it perceived the potential danger inherent in the situation.

"Wha--what is this? Where... what's happening?" Meeko blurted, his voice elevating noticeably from its previously relaxed tone into one of growing alarm.

Deck's voice in his ear, and reassuring paw on his cheek quickly intervened to comfort and calm him. "It's alright Meeko. You're safe. You belong here. Belong." The rabbit accentuated the cat's trigger word several times, and after each one, the feline's body relaxed another stage further, until he was once again totally limp and relaxed. As Meeko's eyes limply rolled about once more inquisitively, Deck smiled and nodded at the other occupants of the room, and the singular exam lamp was supplemented by two others. One over his overall form, and the other positioned directly towards his privates.

"Like we said, Meeko, this is a mandatory examination for entrance to the job you've been selected for. Some parts of it might seem a bit uncomfortable, but none of it will be painful in any way, and some of it you may actually enjoy. Of course, you already knew that, because you knew you belonged here. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes," Meeko replied in mixed lucidity, just before a breathing mask was placed over his muzzle. With a soft hiss of air, the trance deepened even further through the addition of the company's specialized gas mixture to his lungs. A strap was fitted around his head to hold the mask into place, and the visor's colors gradually shifted to a series of deep blue and green colors that swam and swirled about his vision.

Meeko remained quite conscious. Every sensation was not only present, but amplified, as if background noise was being filtered out of each of his sensory experiences. Soft, but unyielding cuffs were closing around his wrists, ankles, and upper arms. He felt the momentary prick of an IV line entering the vein inside his right elbow, and the wet contact of several grease-coated electrodes to his torso and temples. His abdomen rose and fell with each deep breath of the sweet-smelling gas from the mask on his muzzle. The rubber pads of the gurney beneath his legs began rising and spreading apart, raising his legs and opening them like those of a female in stirrups, exposing his most tender areas wide before a buzzing sound met his ears. Something smooth and vibrating touched him between his legs and began roving along his scrotum, taint, and sheath. It even roved lower between his rump cheeks and grazed the flexing hole of his anus, and wherever the vibrating object touched, he suddenly felt colder and even more naked and exposed than he already was.

His eyes widened in realization as his deeply-seated conscious self became aware of what was happening. He was being shaved. They were removing all of the fur from his loins. His reactionary gasp drew more of the sweet-smelling gas into his bloodstream through his lungs, as something form-fitting slipped into each of his ears and blocked off sounds from outside, feeding him a soothing set of acoustic rhythms as the razor continued over his rump, taking away all the fur of his ass and exposing the colors of the skin beneath. The vibrations that ground up against his tail's base triggered his sensitive pressure point and made his toes curl as a loud "MEOWWW" filled the air. Masked faces were hovering over the writhing feline atop the table as the razor ground its way through his cleft to ensure no fur remained around the perimeter of his anus, leaving a unique sensation of chilled exposure and nakedness he'd only known once or twice before in his life when he'd had to visit the hospital.

For as long as he could remember, Meeko had always felt a bizarre sense of arousal when he was undergoing a medical procedure. Whether it was a the sense of being cared for, the frightening unknown of having his body tampered with, or the complete lack of control as to what was being done to him, he'd never quite pinned down what made him squirm in anticipation of being worked on. In the hazy state of forced hypnosis maintained visually, audibly, and now even chemically, he experienced this phenomenon fully and without any pretense. His erection remained fully rigid as the mysterious individuals handled his scrotum and sheath, lifting and tugging at them to gain access to each nook and cranny between his legs and leaving them absolutely bare.

The air against his skin felt cool, and the pink opening at his tail flexed hard inward as his head rolled about. The tip of his member glistened with pre-cum as gloved fingers gripped it firmly and began feeding it into a wet, slippery tube. The stainless-steel object slid all the way down to his groin to fully engulf his erection, the inside of it coated with flexible rubber that seemed to "sweat" warm lubricant onto the exposed skin of his penis. From the end, a ribbed hose traveled out of view in the direction of the complex machinery that appeared to be multiplying as technicians wheeled more and more devices, tubes and fittings in towards his relaxed form.

A pair of soft, padless hands rested down onto his shoulders, and gently stroked his neck and lower jaw with a comforting tenderness. Through the beautiful swirling colors, Meeko could make out the smiling face of the rabbit he'd walked in with. His familiar muzzle and friendly eyes comforting him with merely its presence as more electrodes and sensors were affixed to places on his body where his fur had been removed. A cool, wet touch accompanied each, as the adhesive melded with his skin to hold each wire in place. Within the mask that fed him the mind-numbing mixture, the cat mewed quietly in the direction of the still-naked bunny with a tone of mixed apprehension and affection.

"Yes, Meeko, I know. But you're home. You belong, and I'm here with you. Just relax, breathe deeply, and let go. That's it..."

The soothing voice seemed to reach right into his mind and gently caress his brain, as every muscle began to shut down and fully relax within his body. Even as he felt a wet touch against his anus, and the probing of a gloved finger that began to work generous amounts of a warm jelly-like substance into his rectum, Meeko's chest rose and fell with a slow, even lazy breathing. No worries, no panic, no concerns, just relaxation shrouded his entire existence as the finger retracted, only to be followed by the touch of something slender, but firm. His anus opened to accept the entry of a nozzle that disappeared between his naked rump cheeks with no resistance whatsoever, and his soft "mewing" continued as the gloved hands fed his backside several inches of tubing, then several inches more, and even more still. The slick, slender tube worming its way deep into his bowel felt like it was so far up his backside that it was under his navel.

Muffled voices were speaking to one another around him, but were all drowned by the soothing, yet otherworldly sounds that filled his ears. Yet for some reason, whenever the rabbit spoke, he could hear it with perfectly clarity. "We're going to start now, Meeko," the bunny said, immediately before several things began to happen at once. Even while his mind was in a state of existence that was far removed from his body's ability to respond, the flurry of new sensations still had a profound effect upon the cat strapped into the table's stirrups, and each event was accompanied by a sound which played within his ears like the bizarre instruments of an alien orchestra that was tuning up.

The first thing he felt was a tingling sensation against every spot which had an electrode attached to it. His nipples, taint, temples, abdomen, biceps and legs were all feeling as though they were vibrating of their own accord. He could "hear" his own muscles shudder uncontrollably as a low-frequency hum, matched by a binaural sound within the headphones. It was as though he was seated in the world's greatest massage chair, but it was powered by his own body. The effect was somewhat exhausting at first, but soon became extremely soothing, and the cat promptly began to purr deeply in resonance with the vibration.

The next event was far less subtle in its approach. Simultaneously, the rubber lining inside the tube over his cock, and the base of the long hose within his backside began inflating. One was clamping down upon his member like someone's muscular grip, and the other swelling up against his prostate to put incredible pressure against his bladder. His purr became louder and more pronounced as the pump nearby hummed away, sealing the long tube inside his anus. A firm ring of rubber contracted behind the tip of his cock, locking against his barbs and ensuring the shiny metal cylinder standing up from his crotch was not going anywhere. As the twisted medical device in his rectum stretched him to his limit, his purr switched to a moan that became louder and higher pitched. His artificially-enhanced state of relaxation maintained zero-resistance on the part of his mind and body, even as a chill began traveling up his arm and across his chest. The I.V. had begun to flow with a mysterious rose-colored liquid which trickled into his veins, rapidly traveling through his bloodstream, all of which was joined by a series of rhythmic harmonies that danced in the periphery of the sounds in his ears, making him see stars in the swimming rainbow of colors that danced in his dilated eyeballs.

Nearby, a clear plastic bag of fluorescent green liquid was being hung from a hook, and a thin line at its base was grasped by one of the masked individuals between his legs. In his abdomen, his prostate throbbed away against the swollen bulb within his rump, the long tube which snaked deep into his bowel all but forgotten against the myriad of other sensations which assaulted his barely-conscious psyche. He felt the huge object inside him move slightly inward for a moment as gloved hands fitted the line to the base of the bulb which hung out his shaved anus, and had he been capable of being more observant, he might have noticed the small pinwheel-like flow indicator of the line beginning to spin rapidly. As the electrodes continued the self-administered massage, he began to feel the bizarre sensation of flooding inside his belly, followed by a gurgling sound and a warming tingle which traveled from his midsection outwards into the rest of his torso. The glowing green bag was gradually shrinking as it drained past the feline's plugged tail hole, the ominously-labeled SERUM 82 swelling his bowel as some of the gloved hands nearby gently rubbed his belly, working the liquid deeper into him.

Meeko had no idea why he was there, what was being pumped into his veins, or what was in the enema draining into his backside, and none of it bothered him one whit. The cat could still feel the soft touch of the rabbit's paws on his neck and shoulders, hear the soothing sounds in his ears, and knew without any shadow of a doubt that this was where he belonged. Whatever was being done to him was for the best, and he had no reason to be embarrassed at how aroused he was by the entire thing. As if to emphasize the fact, a masked canine technician visibly smiled as a nearby display indicated that the metal cylinder was actively collecting pre-cum from the subject, while a heavy "MROWWWW" could be heard by everyone present.

"Seems someone's enjoying themselves. OK, Initiate the scan."

The disembodied voice was followed by movement all around as various devices, sensors, lights and panels converged upon him, obscuring almost everything in the room with the exception of the rabbit gently nuzzling at the bases of his ears. Beams of light shot all over Meeko, tracing the curves of his body, firing directly at various key points, and recording data from every bit of his physical form. The last of the enema bag's contents snaked down through the tube inside of him, making him feel incredibly full and warm. Combining with the other chemical in his bloodstream, the two formed a binary mixture which began to activate itself within him. The tingling sensation from the electrodes began spreading throughout his body, from the center of his chest to his fingertips. Although the 1.5 liters of liquid had only barely made his belly distend slightly, Meeko felt like he'd been blown up like a water balloon, and as the strange feelings inside him reached their peak, the devices around him all began to glow brightly in unison as the melodic sounds in his ears reached perfect harmony with one another.

"...belong...belong...belong..." the rabbit repeated into Meeko's ear, over and over while a pressure seemed to build up in his brain that had to be released... it had to give way... he couldn't hold it back any longer... He didn't need to... He belonged here... Let it out....

The cylinder standing lewdly up from Meeko's groin began to twitch, his torso rising forcibly upwards into a hard orgasm that rocked his entire being. Ropes of thick creamy semen were being sucked away by the machine, his neurons all firing in unison and his claws fully extended as he came full force into the greedy milking tube. A nearly feral-sounding meow echoed off the walls as a cacophony of digital devices all beeped their own individual alarm sounds as they monitored the feline's mental and physiological state throughout the entire ordeal. His lungs were heaving the gas in and blasting it back out as he meowed with a strange, almost artificial tone in his voice, his shaved testicles pulled taut against his body as they emptied their load without any of his control. His anus clamped tightly around the stretching bulb hidden just inside, as if trying to pull it in deeper while his belly sloshed with the evil mixture that was seeping deeper into his body.

Then, just like that, the room evaporated from his view, and all he saw were the swirling colors of the mask. Panting in exhaustion, he moaned and struggled to free his wrists and ankles, or to lift himself from the bench, but even had they been made of paper, he wouldn't have broken them. The procedure had spent every ounce of energy he had left, sapping him of all his will and strength until he went totally limp, his eyes drooped closed, and he drifted off into an inescapable sleep.

"See you soon, Meeko," a familiar voice cooed. It was the final thing he remembered before the cat's entire body went limp, descending into oblivion.

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6 AM: Time to get up.

Routine is always difficult to shake, even in the presence of mind-altering drugs, mind-control machinery, and forced orgasms. As he awoke from the absolutely incredible dream, Meeko reached for his phone on the nightstand like he'd done countless times before at the start of the day. His phone wasn't there. He blinked his eyes in confusion, and then realized that wasn't the only thing out of place. The sheets of the bed were different. Less pliable, slick, and unusually warm to the touch. He didn't have rubber sheets...

He sat up in a shock, tossing the covering aside and immediately standing up to try and view the dark, unfamiliar room, swinging his feet out to rest them on the floor. There was only one source of light visible. Far from him and against one of the curved walls of the odd space that smelled heavily of latex there seemed to be an active display. Before he could make his way over to it, the room detected his motion and immediately exploded into brilliant daylight, forcing him to clamp his eyes shut tightly until they could adjust. Ceiling, floor, and walls all shone brightly and a pleasing tone sounded, followed by a digitized voice that did not seem to have any particular direction it was coming from.

Good morning. The local time is oh-six hundred hours. Your medical exam was successful, and you're expected in the main laboratory area. Please make your way there by following the illuminated pathway on the floor.

Beneath the soft, pink pads of his feet, Meeko could see a series of black chevrons materialize in the lighted floor panels, leading towards a door which automatically opened. While he was gazing downwards, he saw with shock that not only was he nude, but that all of the fur had been removed from his loins. His cock and sheath were furless and utterly exposed, and the chill against his backside told him the same was true there. The effect was humiliating, and while he'd been shaved for medical procedures before, running his paw over the smooth skin felt different this time. It was as though his follicles had never even been there, and even more unsettling, his skin almost seemed to have a slight coloring of neon green to it.

Memories of the night before were hazy at best, and the cat rested his forehead in his palm for a moment, wincing as he tried to remember how he'd arrived in this place... Something about an interview... a limo ride... and then everything else seemed to merge into a unified blur. That is, it was until he stood up. As he rose, he halted mid-way and let out a moan. Something was lodged in his asshole.

Contorting his face in surprise, he twisted his torso and reached behind him, feeling a firm object which filled in the whole length of his rump's cleft, from his tail to his taint. It seemed like it was bonded to his shaved skin, and whenever he moved, there was a swollen presence inside his anus which shifted and pushed against his inner walls and prostate. It felt so full and heavy that he was struggling to keep his knees from wobbling as he stood. He bit his lip as he began walking towards the door, as each step came with an extremely pleasurable pressure upon his hidden depths that was impossible to ignore. Despite how good it felt, he couldn't go out the open door of the room to the hallway like this... and so he began to feel around the area under his tail to find a seam.

Please proceed to the main laboratory area. Do not attempt to remove the rectal plug, as the treatment portion of your preparation is not yet complete. Feel free to relieve yourself at the restroom along the way.

Meeko swallowed. They wanted him to go out in public like this? In a way, it was a dream come true, as he'd always wanted to be able to freely walk about in the nude, but he hadn't planned on it being while his loins were shaved and his butt stuffed with what felt like a big inflatable butt plug!

"Um. I'd like a robe."

You are not authorized to wear clothing at this time. Please proceed to the main laboratory area.

"...Oh," Meeko replied dumbly, his mind once again becoming a flood of questions and ideas, his concern and curiosity both mounting as he gingerly followed the chevrons out the door, even as his penis became a bit firmer with each step. Holding his paws over his crotch, he nervously made his way through the empty corridor. Reaching an intersection, he looked to the right and saw a sign which said "UNISEX WASHROOM." He was immediately aware of how badly he had to piss, having just woken up and having the pressure under his tail making much less available space for his bladder. Walking through the open doorway, he suddenly gasped in a mixture of fear and embarrassment as he nearly bumped into someone coming out.

"OH! S-sorry...." he sheepishly muttered, staring down at his paws that clutched his privates, fully expecting a gasp of horror from the other party at seeing the state he was in.

"Oh, good morning! Hope you have a nice day," a cheery voice replied, as if nothing whatsoever was out of place.

Peering up, he could see the figure turn and walk away down the hall. The unmistakable curved hips of a female fox swiveled in a sultry way as his jaw fell. She was as naked as he was, carrying a tablet and tapping away at it while not even looking back to give him a second glance.

Meeko swallowed, and felt a boost of confidence and relaxation soothe his growing concerns as he realized that no one was upset by his situation at all. He walked into the washroom and made his way towards a row of stainless steel urinals, some of which were clearly built to accommodate the anatomy of a variety of species and genders. Walking up to one that matched his stature, he gradually overcame his shy bladder (which seemed to still be present despite the empty room) and peered around while sighing in relief. His urine was bright green, as if it was made of an energy drink. As more memories of the medical "exam" began to come back to him, he shivered at the memory of the liquid he'd seen in a bag above him. Oddly, the pipes of the urinals were all visible and transparent, and as his eyes followed the flow from his towards its destination, they widened in confused surprise.

The pipes of all the urinals appeared to drain to a clear cylinder which contained a perverted yellow statue of a creature which appeared to be roughly otter-shaped. Its broad muzzle was connected to a hose, into which drained the contents of the urinal he'd just pissed into. The statue had another hose attached to its groin, and its limbs were styled to be molded into its torso. Meeko found the image both unsettling and somewhat arousing, as watching the statue "drink" made his cock become more rigid, and harder to empty. Eventually, his flow tapered off and he walked over towards the modern trough-like wash basins to clean his paws. He gasped as he suddenly caught motion in the corner of his eyes, and audibly exclaimed "WHAT?!" as the "statue" suddenly squirmed, moaned, and a clear fluid began pumping from the hose on its groin as its throat began pumping in a series of hard gulps.

What the hell is this place?!

"Ah, there you are!" a voice exclaimed from behind him, making Meeko literally jump into the air.

"AAH!" the cat shrieked, his tail going full bottle-brush as he turned to face the short weasel that grinned at him.

"All set for your first day?"

"I saw you on the video in the limo," Meeko stated plainly, silently cursing himself for once again making observations aloud instead of exchanging pleasantries. His social anxiety once again fully in force as he judged himself for not being better at conversation.

"Indeed you did! I'm so pleased you remembered. My name is Rilt. We spoke on the phone," the pine marten said cheerfully, his paw outstretched. Meeko gently accepted the brief, vigorous handshake from the naked mustelid who gestured back out into the hallway with his other hand, which held a thin portfolio.

"Yes, I remember. Um, what did you do to me?" he asked, following the marten through the corridor.

"Oh my, that would take a while to list. Let's see, off the top of my head: Anxiety nullification via visual cortex stimulation, respiratory abatement utilizing alathenizine gas, colonic fluorescence tracing irrigation, dermal depilitation, rectal and intravenous infusion of nanoelastomer bonding agent..."

"How the hell is this all legal?!" the cat exclaimed, his shock rising by the second.

"You agreed to our mandatory medical screening in writing when you agreed to our employment offer, Meeko. See?" the marten said plainly, lifting a piece of paper from his folio. It clearly bore the cat's signature at the bottom.

"But, I don't remember ever signing that. Wait, don't I have to interview still?"

"All done! You accepted and all but demanded to start right away. Memory does take a while to come back after the procedure. Just give it some time. Besides, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

Meeko immediately flushed, his nose turning bright red as he replied "Yes," tersely.

"Well there you are. Consider it a sign-on bonus."

"And what exactly would my job be?" Meeko asked.

Walking up to a large, heavy circular door, Rilt swiped an ID card past a reader on the side which chimed before hydraulics whined and opened it. Looking inside, Meeko forgot his question entirely. Just beyond the door was the very room he saw in the "orientation video," and right at the center was the undulating silver shape of the integration chassis. Without hesitation, he strode into the room and approached the object. Its shape was initially like a metallic ovoid, as if an enormous blob of mercury was sitting on the floor, yet as Meeko approached it, the surface distorted and re-shaped itself as if in response to his presence.

It was beautiful. Without any sense of caution, Meeko reached out a paw to touch it. His finger pads slid over the impossibly smooth object in admiration, almost as if caressing it. The object pushed back against his touch gently, as if it were a creature rising up to meet the pleasure of a stroking hand. It elongated itself and stretched until it appeared aerodynamic, then swelled back towards its initial curvature.

"Meeko!!" a shrill voice suddenly exclaimed from behind him, causing him to tear his hand away from the object. Turning, Meeko was nearly pounced upon by the very rabbit with whom he'd spent such a lovely time in the limo with. As naked as the other two in the room, Deck squeezed Meeko firmly into a hug, the cat's surprise easily out-shined by his relief at seeing a familiar face, even if it was the face of someone he'd only just met the day before. The embrace was warm and comforting, and Meeko found himself returning it and taking in a whiff of the familiar scent he'd sampled the previous night.

"Hi, um, it's good to see you again-MMPH!"

Deck pressed his cute bunny muzzle onto the cat's in a sweet kiss. Meeko had only kissed a few times, and desperately hoped he was doing it well. Some people told him he was too rigid, and others that he was too forceful, but he took the genuineness of the rabbit's embrace, and the fact he wasn't stopping kissing him as a good sign.

"All set to get started?" Rilt asked from the other side of the room.

Still in the bunny's arms, Meeko turned towards the marten quizzically. "I still don't know what I'm doing here."

"Don't worry, you're going to be great," Deck said. "The I.C. has the whole tutorial built-in, and I'll be here the whole time."

Looking back over at the silvery shape, Meeko swallowed. "So, what do I do?"

"It's different for everyone, but knowing you, I recommend you start by sprawling out onto it luxuriously," Rilt said, chuckling.

A sharp slap to his hairless buttocks from the rabbit made him Mew! cutely, causing Deck to grin impishly before speaking. "Go ahead! Lie down on it face-down and we'll get you set up."

Swallowing nervously, and still absolutely baffled as to what on earth he was supposed to be doing, how he got into this, and where it was all leading, Meeko walked back over to the quicksilver-like shape. Just as he was pondering how to get onto such a smooth and curved object without merely sliding right back down, a divot formed at knee-height in the surface, and two bulges emerged at shoulder-height to form into handles.

"Did it just, read my mind?"

"Pretty wild, huh?" the chipper rabbit chirped, walking up behind Meeko and pressing on his backside to help him up, taking advantage of the moment to grope the kitty's junk in the process.

As he mounted the machine, it changed configuration once more. It settled into a nuanced shape which curved upwards at certain points and cradled his body in a way which could be best described as sultry. It maintained perfect uniformity at either side of Meeko, and the cat stroked at the smooth ridges of the shape which formed around him. His toes sank into it, giving him a firm foothold so he wouldn't fall off, and the object molded itself to his body in near-perfect form.

"It's so lovely," Meeko muttered quietly, the machine taking on an almost feline behavior in response to his stroking, twisting and undulating in response to his touch like a feral, yet contented creature.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to admire it. But right now, it's orientation time," Rilt said, tapping a nearby lighted control pad. Outside of his view, a tendril rose out of the surface between Meeko's legs and arched upwards, unceremoniously affixing itself to the base of the object in his rump. As the cat mrowled low, it deflated and slipped free of his backside, pulling away and disappearing into the metallic blob, leaving a tiny ooze of glowing green liquid to trail down along his cleft. His tail lifted itself high, as if in protest, and his ring flexed lewdly as it strained to close after being filled for so long. Meeko felt his swelling erection become enveloped in the smooth surface. The object tugged at his maleness as if to anchor him in place by his own cock; even his balls were drawn into the device, and became stroked lovingly by the smooth interior.

Just then, faster than he could react, a pair of tendrils sprung out right in front of him and encircled his neck. The liquid-like material hardened like a collar, holding his head still as an indentation formed before him into a negative-space version of his own face. His eyes wide, he watched as his facial expression was matched by the silver material as the collar pulled his head down into the newly-formed space. The cat's muzzle squeaked momentarily before disappearing into the surface of the liquid metallic orb, the perfectly-formed indentation shutting out his ability to speak and leaving only the back of his head visible to the room.

More liquid metal rose around his limbs, coating his arms and legs, and he felt a wet sensation begin to engulf the back of his head. The shiny substance traveled up along his body at all points, while not fully submerging him. Moment by moment, his entire body became coated by the chrome-like material, until only his shape remained. Even his tail was not spared, its length gradually being swallowed up by the silver coating until it was so heavy he could no longer lift it. It fell up against his back as if dipped in lead.

He felt no desire to struggle or resist in any way, as if he had done this every day for years. He took no notice of the liquid metal that filled into his ears, the stretching he felt of his nostrils as something entered them and began to feed him air. His lungs felt heavy, but obeyed and pumped with what he believed to be air. His muzzle opened into a soundless expression of moaning deep within the weighted viscous fluid as he felt his anus stretched open. An indentation became visible between the cheeks of his chrome-covered rump cheeks and swirled about, the heavy liquid metal pumping up his asshole and coating his inner walls, moving further and further into his body to take full control of all his biological functions. Another slightly painful penetration against the end of his cock told him that he was being entered in the front as well, and he could feel the heavy liquid pooling inside his bladder, while his testicles began to feel like they were getting heavier and heavier.

Yet despite it all, none of this was frightening to him, and he couldn't understand why. He just simply belonged here. Belonging felt so good; he couldn't imagine how he'd ever want to leave.

The cold chill of the liquid metal which now covered his body began warming, until he felt as though it was the most comfortable place he'd ever been. Opening his eyes, instead of darkness he saw bright colored light, as microscopic tendrils barely wider than a few atoms snaked their way into his brain to take root at key neural clusters, and the more connected he became, the more he could see, until he had a complete view of the room despite having not a spot of his body uncovered. The liquid metal fibers were so thin they caused no damage whatsoever, penetrating his cranium painlessly and harmlessly. He could freely move (or be moved) inside the liquid metal of the VC-NIC-5 without any harm coming to him.

A new world opened up, and he turned his head gently to look around, astonished. It was the same room, but all of the equipment was absent, and his body was floating in mid-air above the ground. For some, the experience of having your mind fully transported into a virtual reality on this sort of scale would be extraordinarily disorienting. For Meeko, this was a transition that took almost no effort whatsoever. He saw things for what they were and did not trouble himself with pretense. Here it was, it was happening, and best of all, it felt good. His body lowered itself, posing upright so he could land on his paws. He breathed easily, air filling his lungs as if he were truly standing there in the center of the empty room. Looking down at his virtual self, however, he looked quite different. His whole form shimmered like the very liquid metal of the I.C. Every surface of his body was shiny and smooth.

Words filtered into his mind as if spoken to him, yet there was no sound to accompany them. They simply were, as if someone poured them into his ears, directly into his brain.

Begin the voice would have said, if it were a voice, but it wasn't. It had bypassed the language of words and was closer to the language of a machine. Direct, to the point, and lacking in all requisite contextual sensitivity. While the word "begin" is simple enough, the directive which entered his mind contained all of the necessary information along with it to qualify what Meeko was supposed to do. Instead of displays, data simply flowed in and out of his mind like they were his own thoughts. In an instant, he could feel the Vulcanis Corporation's super-computing cluster in the datacenter beneath him. It was as though he could run his fingers along the individual processing cores, and breathe on the I/O queues. Inside of the liquid metal that encased his immobilized physical body, tears welled up in his eyes at the sheer wonder of how closely his mind was connected to something he both understood and enjoyed.

Meanwhile, in the room where Rilt and Deck looked on, Meeko's physical body was resting atop the silvery object in the room. The cat's naked form now sported the same reflective mercury shine as the integration chassis itself as if he was a statue and as his brain continued melding with the machine's data stream, his body was also undergoing a change. Hidden beneath the metallic fluid that coated him, the remainder of his fur was being gradually melted away, and additional microscopic tendrils began slipping between his cells to tunnel directly into his spinal cord. Mingling with his nerves, they gently inserted themselves between any necessary neural pathways to catch hold of (or alter) any and all signals his brain and body were exchanging. His skin tingled as the machine dissolved away any dead cells on the surface, allowing the activated binary chemical in his bloodstream to emerge from beneath it and form a new, artificial covering which bonded to the liquid metal of the machine.

"How's he doing?" Deck asked, optimistic but still a bit worried about his new friend's situation. Their collective research on Meeko's body and personality had been incredibly extensive, so their confidence was high that he'd take to the integration like a duck to water. Even so, the rabbit knew the experience had to be incredibly intense. Seeing the cat being worked on by the liquid metal that flowed over and into him, Deck still wanted assurance that they weren't torturing the poor thing.

"He's doing spectacularly," Rilt replied. "His mind has already progressed through 3 levels of the orientation program, and all he wants is more. Just as we predicted, we've found his calling. He's perfect. Isn't that right, Meeko?"

They were right. This was where he truly belonged. No longer had he any need to worry himself about not comprehending the nuances of a social conversation, be concerned about offending someone. When he was in here, everything was presented to him exactly as he needed to be, and he could express his response in precisely the same manner in return. The I.C. would translate his very thoughts and their entire context into whatever words were needed in order to communicate with those outside. Rilt's question materialized into his mind as a object of communication which he processed and responded to in an instant.

"It certainly is, Rilt. I couldn't be more pleased to be part of this operation, and I'm excited to continue on to the next step and begin my work."

It was digital poetry. Parallel tasking, prioritization, operations, maintenance... All of them were taught to him, tested, and experimented with in his mind within minutes, as his virtual body floated comfortably in the air of the white space of the oval-shaped room. Time slowed, making him perceive minutes as though they were hours. While he worked, his emotions welled up within him like the rising water in a sinking ship, being poured into at all sides. His virtual self rolling over onto his back, he sprawled out in typical feline luxury against the beautiful curvature of the I.C., his physical body mirroring his movements in the near zero-gravity of the liquid suspension which held him aloft like the body of an insect floating atop a bead of water. His metallic face turned to Deck and smiled as his legs crossed over one another sensually as he addressed the rabbit audibly without moving his mouth.

"Deck. You'll have to forgive the brevity of speech that you've likely already become accustomed to when speaking with me. I have so much taking place within my mind at any given moment, that verbal self-expression has never been a skill I'd been either willing, nor able to invest into during my life. The integration chassis has allowed me to connect the depth of meaning and emotional context of my thoughts to words on a level I never before through possible.

"I know that our familiarity with one another is quite one-sided thus far. The records I have access to show that you have been in charge of the task of information gathering on myself in preparation for my induction. I'm curious if during this process you might have found an attraction for me on a personal level. Would that be fair to say?"

It was now Deck's turn to flush while wringing his paws and turning his head to look in no direction in particular.

"Yeah, um. I really kinda did. I was nervous you would be angry with me for being creepy about it."

The metallic form of Meeko's body reached out towards the bunny with a paw. "You know me too well for that. Come to me, and let's make our familiarity mutual. My mind will need frequent respite from the task I'm being burdened with, and I'd prefer to spend those times with you. I'd like to learn about you, and experience more physical intimacy with you. Are you still amenable to this?"

It was so strange hearing Meeko's voice speak so fundamentally differently from how Deck had ever heard it before. It was as if his only view into the cat's personality had been through a tiny window, and now he'd been presented with a door, wide-open. Taking the silvery paw in his own, he climbed into the arms of the transforming creature and touched noses with him. "Yes, absolutely!" he exclaimed joyfully, settling down against Meeko's shiny physical form. The metallic liquid coating and merging with him felt neither cold nor wet against Deck's fur. It was warm, and mingled with the fibers of his pelt without sticking to him in any way.

Meeko took the bunny's head into his paws and kissed him warmly and lovingly, their bodies cavorting together as the future of his life at Vulcanis was revealed before him. Soon, the cat's mind would be an extension of the very computing power of the facility. His silver-coated erection pressed up against Deck's belly as it was revealed to him that his mind would be further conditioned through the manipulation of his physical body. When deemed necessary, the metallic surface around him would harden while posing him in a compromising position allowing easy access to his genitals, anus, or mouth for other employees to use as they pleased while he worked.

"Deck, are you aware of the full extent to which my physical form is going to-MEW!" he began to ask, interrupted by the grip of a soft paw around his ball sac. His voice still closely tethered the physical sensations his new synthetic body experienced in the real-world.

"Relax kittycat. I've already booked most of your sessions."

Meeko's reflective eyes blinked as he accessed his schedule in a nanosecond. "Ah. So you have!" he remarked, laughing before sliding his paw beneath the cottony tail and allowing a tendril of liquid metal to extend from his finger and tickle the cleft of the bunny's backside, forcing him to moan and squirm against his body. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Deck nodded, and Meeko's body began to change before his eyes, becoming even smoother than before. His features blurred, his body turning into a living work of art that was almost more of an abstract expression of a cat in the form of a beautiful, curvaceous statue of the male feline form. His knees bent and thighs lifted to form a comfortable place for Deck to sit right against his groin where his erection stood as a solid object. It was if he'd turned into a living piece of sex furniture, with an aerodynamic shape that matched the smooth metal of the I.C. which held him aloft. Deck placed a kiss upon the immobilized face of the Meeko "statue" whose voice sounded aloud in the room as the bunny straddled his friend and touched the cat's metal cock against his pink opening beneath his tail.

"Thank you for staying with me Deck," the voice said in a relaxed and comforted tone.

"Welcome home, Meeko," Deck replied, before moaning loudly as he sat down into his new "chair," which stretched his anus open, pushing up hard against his insides as his rump settled down into the comfortable curves of his friend's transformed body. His legs sank into the I.C. as he did so, which solidified around them and held him firmly in place, but allowed his knees to bend, and as the rabbit began to gently bounce on the toy that was his friend, Rilt silently excused himself behind the closing door of the chamber.

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Yet another remarkable first day here, the pine marten thought to himself as he strode down the corridor towards his office.

Suddenly, while turning a corner, Rilt slammed face-first into someone quite stout, causing him to bounce off the other individual (who'd been rudely walking shoulder-to-shoulder in a group) and land on his backside with an angry yelp. He looked up to see who he'd collided with in order to determine how briskly he would be reprimanding them when his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

A herd of rubber horses in form-fitting gas-masks were all staring down at him. There had to be dozens of them filling the hallway, all equipped with heavy-duty rubber "tack" which carried large canisters that fed their masks. Their bellies and chests were all fitted with various configurations of working equine gear from dressage to pulling, and most of them, regardless of gender, had their rubber genitals neatly framed by heavy straps which encircled their legs. While they came in various sizes and colors, they were all harnessed, all masked, and all looking exactly at him.

An ominous muffled voice came from the horse closest, as its cock began dropping from its dripping wet sheath towards Rilt's face. As it spoke, the weasel's head was clasped inescapably by enormous unyielding rubber hands.

"ALL WILL BE PONY!" it said as Rilt's muzzle was suddenly stuffed by the heavy rubber cockhead of the horse. Flaring inside his mouth, it immediately began force-feeding him thick, latex-tasting semen that pumped visibly from the enormous brown-colored testicles dangling between the monster's veiny legs.

Choking down the heavy fluid, Rilt thought to himself: "God damn it, not this crap again." His eyes rolled back in exasperated annoyance just before his mind vanished in a haze and his muzzle began to elongate.