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Chap 4

Jarrod sat down, checking his sources that he'd used previously, then getting up and heading to check on the contract tech. He didn't know him very well, but the Otter did his job quickly and professionally, usually hitting up his night job at the clinic across town. He was too professional to be a full timer, really. If you didn't have some pleasure in doing the job, then it was pure monotony. The Otter had already finished up with the first appointment for the day. It was done perfectly to the letter, and the subject hadn't volunteered for more or asked for any changes what so ever.

Jarrod sighed in disgust, how were they going to make ends meet... if people didn't ask for more upgrades? He assigned that afternoon's subject to the Otter as well, and then went to check on Lance who was sighing loudly at the computer system. "Anything wrong?" Jarrod asked, stepping into the room and glancing over at the cathetered Panther on the table.

"Nah." Lance grunted, shaking his big striped head slowly as he looked up from the read outs. "He's just fighting the system, so it has to run additional times. It's V.I.T, so it's always like that, but I'd hoped that mixing up the order of things--getting his new prey instincts in place first--would make him more compliant."

Jarrod chuckled, the Tiger was always working on making things more efficient and effective. "Always wanting to innovate." The big Horse said, smirking and looking at the system as the Tiger ran it frowning for a second. "Show pony?" He exclaimed in amusement, as the Tiger looked up at him grinning slightly.

Lance turned his ears a little, just a touch embarrassed that he'd been found out. "It's something I've been working on. I wanted people to try being proud of it, you know. Wanting to show off how sweet and docile they are, which with the compliance training..."

"Heh... is going to get a lot of people fucked." Jarrod finished, reaching up and good naturedly ruffling the feline's ears with his big three fingered hand.

Lance mewed, then went to fix his head fur, blushing as Jarrod patted him on the shoulder. "Good work." He said, laughing and stepping out, moving over to the other room to check on Corey.

The Boar looked a little sullen, but the Horse didn't know why. As he looked over the list of services, he made note of things that were normally up sold nicely by Corey, which didn't seem to be listed yet.

Of course, Jarrod didn't know what was really going on in the Boar's mind. Cameron hadn't come to him yet, and he was... 'Well... worried... concerned?' A whole slew of strange emotions, he wasn't used to experiencing and didn't want to experience. He'd put a lot of time into make the Horse into the perfect gelding bitch for him, absolutely hand crafted for pure faggotry, perfectly designed to submit to his Boar Daddy... He sighed slightly, distracted, and realized that Jarrod had asked him a question.

"Sorry, what?" The hefty Boar asked, looking up at his big Horse supervisor.

"I asked if you were distracted."

The Boar snorted a little, not wanting to admit the true reasons behind his feelings. "Yeah, just a bit." The fat Hog grunted, looking back at his big Buffalo patient darkly.

The Horse nodded in return, it seemed everyone was a little distracted by things today. "Hey, why don't you finish up this guy and take an early day?" He offered, knowing that everyone had their bad days, at least the Pig wasn't like the Otter.

The Boar glanced over at him, a little more enthusiastically as he asked. "You sure boss?"

"Yeah sure. You've been coming in on weekends and working yourself to death. Just take a little time to yourself..." The Boar seemed to be considering refusing, but after a moment, he agreed. He went back to working on his subject as the Horse turned around, nodding slightly, and then heading back to Room One.

The Cheetah had been in the VR system for almost the maximum cycle that was part of the plan, though. Make sure he thought he was a real predator still, make sure he was certain that he was still a male and a total alpha. Get the information from him and then let him go... and realize the truth of his new existence.

Jarrod looked out into the officer waiting room, the Rhino and Bear had watched the first day's modifications. Before going back to work... and they had not as yet come in today which was fine with the Horse. It would give him the chance to question Cole, about the locations of any money the Cheetah had stashed. He would call them to stop by and sign off on the paper work, after he got the information he needed from the feline. Strolling over Jarrod ended the simulation before lifting the headset up, smiling down pleasantly at the spotted feline. "How are you feeling stud?" The big Horse asked grinning, as he watched the handsome spotted Cat look up at him confused.

"Errr... Errr... Fantastic." The Cheetah purred, his muzzle splitting into a big square toothed grin... although his eyes were having a lot of trouble focusing. "So... so did they buy it?" Jarrod chuckled lewdly, knowing the two Cops had been very pleased with everything he'd done to the Cheetah.

"Totally fooled..." The big Horse snickered, although it wasn't the two police officers he was talking about at all. Slowly Cole began to come back to his senses, half sitting up on the table... before realizing the restraints were still in place. "Now... about my money." Jarrod started, and then saw the Cheetahs muzzle twist into a sort of regretful grin... the feline opened his mouth ready to lie.

"I don't have any stashed money." Cole said, as a look of surprised registered on his muzzle, as the truth came out instead of the lies he'd been planning. "They found it all... I wasn't smart enough to hide it like I told you."

"No one likes a liar puss..." Jarrod grunted, his expressive muzzle taking on a nasty look as the Cheetah went on.

"I was just going to lead you out to a secluded spot and make you disappear." 'What was he saying... what the fuck was going on, why was he telling the Horse these things?'"What... what the fuck have you done to me?" Jarrod winced, this wasn't at all what he had planned, and the Horse felt anger rising up within him at the feline's deceit.

"Not as much as I'm about to." The big Horse snorted, shoving the feline back down and forcing the headset back on his head. Even as Cole begged and pleaded, apologizing weakly as the system booted back up and he began to slip under once again. First Jarrod brought up the Infantile Regression Therapy he'd been planning to run, just before calling the officers back. He set it for maximum, once it had run the Cheetah would be sucking on something constantly. Be it candy... his thumb or another males cock, next he scanned the system finding Lances show pony file and getting it booted up to run right after the I.R.T. Once that was done he went to work on the dark spots on Coles head, using the Laser color changer to make the spots spell out 'Pacified Cock Sucker' and the lines running down from those eyes say 'Just ask me'. Making sure the Cheetah was going to spend the rest of his life on his knees, with his muzzle in some others males crotch.

Jarrod wasn't that furious, that the Cheetah had lied about the money. After all, he'd half expected it, from all the stories he'd read in the news papers. He was angry that he'd tried to get away with it, planned to kill him, planned to try and cheat him in some way. He let the first round finished, then started up the Prostitution Simulation, but unlike normal--where there were city mandated pimps that normally operated as parole officers the other half of the time. He inserted himself into the scenario, wanting to force this feline to utterly and completely obey and worship him... He was letting his anger get the better of himself, it was one of the few times in his career.

Once he had that set up, he forced the Cheetah's muzzle open. The Cat didn't know he was castrated yet, didn't know his claws were cute little rubber facsimiles, but he'd definitely feel this one. The Horse got out the tongue smoother, especially made for felines, and worked it back and forth over his tongue a few times, and once it was properly smooth, he set about removing those sharp, deadly teeth.

"What did I do to you?" The big Horse repeating the Cheetah's earlier question back in a dark amused voice. "Nothing, yet..." He said, laughing cruelly and starting to vibrate each one, shaking it loose then discarding it. Once he had, he replaced each with a nice, cute little rubber dummy. Everything about the Cat would look real and be absolutely fake. He laughed to himself, pleased with the notion that everything about him would be a lie. He glanced over to the panel, grinning slightly as the Prostitution programming slid into him so easily it was absurd.

***

Corey finished up by getting his patient to agree to a few more procedures, including an over-night stay for added Submission treatments. That would guarantee the Boar could do anything he wanted to him, honestly the Pig had taken a disliking to the big Buffalo. And planned to take the bastards cock and balls, leaving him with a nice tight sheath pussy, the guy was there for banging an underage heifer. And when Corey was finished... he'd be just as much a heifer... more so in fact because he would never turn down a dick.

The big Boar took the subway to his apartment building; he almost stopped in at the corner club. But decided at the last minute to just go on home, he was feeling very tired and more than a little lost. As he climbed into the elevator, taking it up to the seventh floor he stepped out walking down the hall. Turning the corner his eyes were suddenly assaulted by the riot of colors, Cameron was sitting on the floor beside the Boars door. The young gelding sleeping softly, looking sexier than ever dressed in bright sparkly party clothing. Corey moved over slowly and knelt down beside the sleeping equine, studying his handsome muzzle as he snored softly.

"Wake up sleepy head." The big Boar grunted gently, shaking the pretty pink ponies shoulder firmly for a moment. Cameron's girlish eyelids fluttered, making the Boar try to remember if he'd gave the gelding those long eyelashes. Nope those were completely natural, Corey remembers his sister complaining about some male having those kinds of eyelashes back in school. She had been so jealous that a male had been blessed with those by nature, when she had been forced to buy fake ones to get that same look.

"Errr... hi Daddy." The young gelding mumbled drowsily, looking up at the hefty Pig with a happy smile spreading across his soft full lips. "I'm sorry it took me so long..." Cameron moaned, as the big Boar leaned down and kissed him lustfully on those sweet lips. The young gelding kissed back eagerly, rising slowly to keep their lips pressed together as Corey stood up. "I'm sorry it took me so long... my father didn't want me talking to the press... so he locked me in my room. And took my cell phone so I couldn't talk to anyone, I had to sneak away while he was gone. And then... I had to stop off to buy some new clothes... all my old ones were 'Bleagh' well you saw them." Cameron pointed out as he wrapped his arms around the heft Pig, hugging him softly as the Boar smiled weakly.

"Yeah... for sure. These are much better." Corey said with a grin, the gelding really did have an eye for these things it seemed, he really did look good dressed like this. "Let's get you unpacked... and then we'll go out to celebrate. Unless you'd rather not because of the reporters?"

"Naw... I already talked to them on my way over here, and as I understand it the whole story is already out. Father is just going to have to deal with it." Corey nodded; Jarrod had sold the whole story and pictures to the weekly world Examiner. In fact, it was for that reason that the paparazzo's had known to be waiting for the young gelding to come out of the Center. The heft Boar couldn't help chuckling as he unlocked the door, and helped his gelding carry the suitcases in. They went straight to the bedroom, unpacking Cameron's new clothes and putting them away.

"Have you eaten?" Corey asked, as he showed his new mareboi around his modest sized apartment... which Cameron just loved.

"Ummm... no not really." The smiling gelding admitted a little sheepishly, his day had been just to full to find time to eat. But now that he'd been asked, he noticed that he really was kinda hungry.

"Lets go down to the corner club... have a nice meal. And then I want to take you around, and show you off to some of my friends at a few bars. They're going to be soooo jealous... that I've landed a sexy mareboi like you." Corey chuckled softly, thinking about the look on his friend's muzzles, when they heard who his new gelding was.

At the club, the regulars were gathered and talking to the Boar, gathering around, grinning excitedly. "We met at the center, before his treatments, and afterwards... Well, he was at my apartment, and I just can't resist a beautiful bitch-mare." Corey said, laughing softly and tugging Cameron into his lap. They were waiting for a table, sitting in the bar and having some drinks. Corey's was a nice, dark whisky. Cameron's was the same color as his fur.

The gelding laughed softly, squirming and working himself back against the Boar's lap as the porcine ground a few times. It was obvious how jealous a lot of them were, but they could also tell how intensely possessive Corey was being. The Boar was usually a 'take-'em-or-leave-'em' kind of guy, but now, he was acting... different. Like that Horse sitting in his lap belonged to him and him alone honestly, it was true. And that made the fat Hog shiver, it felt good to have someone all his own.

A few minutes later, the fat Pig patted the Horse's firm round ass cheek. "Let's wash up. I think they'll have a table ready for us soon." He waved to his friends, and then led the gelding into the male's room. Once they were there, it was little work to guide him into the last stall, chuckling as he put him on his knees and tugged his cock out, sliding it past the Horse's soft lips. He closed his eyes, moaning as the sexy Equine started to expertly tend to his cock. It didn't take long for him to dump a load down the Horse's gullet, laughing softly and stroking his incredibly rough mane.

"You're fuckin' beautiful." Corey moaned, grinning at down him as he towered over the passive pink pony.

"I know Daddy. You helped make me this way." The pretty young gelding purred, looking up at his big sexy Daddy with loving eyes. Corey felt an intense, rising feeling of joy and pleasure in his stomach. He'd done this, he'd hand crafted this absolutely perfect bitch boy. He felt pride in his craftsmanship to a degree he never had before, and a few moments later, his cock was hardening again. He had dumped the second and third loads in the Horse's backside, when they finally quit calling his name for a table.

***

Devlyn pranced down the steps into the lonely subway station; it was very late a kind of twilight time. Just after the clubs had closed, but before morning workers began filling the trains. The sleek Antelope was heading home after a long night dancing and cruising in the uptown night clubs, he'd get only a few hours sleep before he had to be at work waiting tables for the lunch rush. Suddenly a feeling of fear and doubt swept over him, quickly he glanced around spotting another fur waiting not far away. And instantly felt a little better, there was safety in numbers his rational mind thought. Even though in the back of his mind, in the deep feral part those feelings kept on screaming at him to run. Devlyn took out his phone and began to play a game to distract himself; slowly the fear and worry grew more and more distant.

A few minutes later the train slid into the station, looking up from his phone he was just stepping through the open doors. When a heavy weight hit him in the back, knocking him down in the floor of the subway car. His phone clattered across the floor bounced off the far wall and vanished farther on down the car. "Awww Hey What the Fuuucccc..." He started when a strong paw smashed him muzzle against the floor, a nasty voice hissing in his ear telling him to shut the fuck up or the other fur would slit his throat. Terror raced through him, as he felt needle sharp claws at his throat. While below him a second paw was unfastening his jeans, and then yanking them down along with his form fitting undies. "Wha... wha..." He moaned weakly, although it wasn't hard to figure out what came next... he was going to be raped.

"No please... don't... don't do this..." Delvyn begged weakly, normally the idea of some stranger fucking him would have really been exciting... he'd even fantasized about being taken by force. This wasn't at all like his naughty fantasizes; it was horrifying, brutal, and painful on so many levels. He felt the cock... already slick with lube and pre-cum between his rump cheeks, pressing hard against his soft puckered anus. "Owww... Owww Gods!" He screamed as that rock hard organ was savagely thrust inside of him, it hurt so much and the fur on-top of him didn't care. In fact there was a grunt of pleasure as Devlyn screamed out in pain; the sick fucker was getting off on hurting him as much as fucking him. A hard fist began punching him in the muzzle, as those thrusts built up speed and power. Bright glittering bits of light began to dance in front of his eyes, and he hoped he would just pass out. But his attacker was experienced at this, he knew when to stop... wanted his victim to be awake the whole time. It made the rape better for him Devlyn knew somehow, as if he could see into the others mind. Looking back he saw his attacker's muzzle, a handsome pure black feline... a Panther. For a slit second, it was almost like he was looking down at his own body from the Panthers big sexy green eyes.

And then it was over the predator was cumming, Devlyn felt it inside of him and it made him feel dirty and foul somehow. Ruined in a way he couldn't explain, the Antelope began to sob softly. As the Panther stood up tucking his spend organ back into his clothes, fishing out the other furs wallet. "That was a damn good fuck bitch." The feline sneered as he looked through the Antelopes wallet, taking out what little money was in it alone with the card with Devlyns name and address. "Maybe I'll look you up sometime... and we'll do this again slut." The Panther laughed dropping the empty wallet, as Devlyn cowered in terror at the thought planted in his head. "You'd like that wouldn't ya?" The Panther snickered, leaning over he spat on Devlyns muzzle flashing his claws at the helpless prey. "I asked you a question..."

"Yes... yes I'd... I'd..." Devlyn choked on the words, but that seemed to be enough for the sneered predator. The train pulled into another stop and when the doors open the Panther walked out, leaving his victim laying there on the floor crying. Devlyn sat up as the train pulled away, noticing the blood on his hip's for the first time where claws had dug into him. There was blood crawling down his chest as well from his neck, and his mouth and nose were dripping blood everywhere. Just then a transit cop came down the train on his normal round, his eye's flying open in shock at the sight.

Light flared in his eyes and the Panther found himself looking up at a smiling Tiger, it took him a minute to figure out what was going on. "I'm sorry... I'm soooo sorry." He lisped weakly as the Tiger looked down at him coldly, it was a look that Devlyn had seen on his own muzzle on that subway car. "No please... please not again... please." He whimpered. beginning to sob as the Tiger injected him with some more drugs, and lifted the visor over his head once again.

"Don't worry... just five more to go... for today." Lance grunted, putting the rapist back under and booting up the program to start all over, a dozen victims pain and Devlyn was going to live it all five more times... before the Tiger clocked out for the day.

The Panther writhed slightly, and Lance looked down at his watch. He frowned slightly, then sighed, standing up and stretching. A few minutes later, he stepped out into the hall, walking down and checking on the other patients. The Cheetah was under, probably something that he'd manage to volunteer for after Jarrod had finished with his first round, and for some reason, that big happy Horse was there too... a leather sheath around his cock that he was working while the system continued to run.

It had run itself down, but the equine seemed to be enjoying it, letting the program reload each time. Lance considered letting him out--and weren't those sheaths discontinued? But he shrugged, moving back out into the waiting room, looking around. He was surprised to see a few furs sitting there, wondering who they were there for. He walked over towards them, tilting his head a little to one side the Tiger asked. "Can I help you at all?"

Two of them, an Antelope and a Raccoon, glanced up at him. "Is... umm... Is Devlyn Kurn going to be finished up today?" The Raccoon asked at once, the Antelope leaned forward a bit, and it was obvious he was interested as well.

Lance smiled briefly, that was why they were here... victim restitution rights. They could effectively call 'first dibs' on the broken predator, once the Center was finished with him. "Not today. But probably tomorrow, on the early side, assuming he doesn't volunteer for more." The Raccoon looked disappointed, but the Antelope looked relieved. "Is there anything else?" Lance asked, as the Raccoon was already gathering his things up and getting ready to leave.

"Nah, I'm good to go. Be back in the morning." The Raccoon was leaving before the Antelope even stood, and a few seconds later, the cervine slid up to the Tiger quietly.

"Ummm... Can... can I..." Lance tilted his head slightly to the other side this time, but he could guess where this was going.

"Watch?" The young Antelope finished, making Lance smile as he had indeed guessed correctly. It was a common request... one that was, as a rule, absolutely denied. "If you promise not to tell."

***

Jarrod strolled back down to check on his star patient in room five; the famous race Horse had run through the program a few times. The big Horse looked over the computer reading slowly; Man 'O'war had orgasmed over a dozen times. But now, even though he'd cycled through the whole program he hadn't managed to cum, he would need prostate stimulation to orgasm. This was it, to cement the program on his psyche Jarrod would have to bring the Stallion to one final orgasm through prostate stimulation. In the program the other Stallion did this by anal sex, but Jarrod knew from the literature that any stimulation of that gland would do. Whether it was a cock, a finger or a vibrator would make no difference to the race Horse. And Jarrod really didn't care for rutting other males; he could do it and had in the past. But to him it wasn't about the sexual pleasure, unlike Corey and Lance for Jarrod it was about power... like when he had fucked the big Bull fighter. Jarrod pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, before bringing the race Horse out. Man 'O'war was panting like he'd just run a race, his sleek fur covered in a frothy equine sweat.

"You're doing so good my friend." Jarrod praised the dazed looking Stallion, who smiled up at him vaguely... his big body still humping the masturbation sleeve weakly. "She wants one more load from you." Jarrod purred, almost giggling as the big Race Horse smiled and began humping frantically once again... he was hooked without a doubt. "Here let me help." Lubing up his longest finger Jarrod slowly inserted it into the other Stallion tail-hole, normally any straight male like Man 'O'war would have struggled against that insertion. But with the reprogramming his anus relaxed its self letting his friend inside, Jarrod slowly felt around until he found the big round knot of the other horses prostate gland. Slowly he began to rub it, in firm circles faster and faster as the big race Horse humped desperately to seal his own fate.

"Oho Gods... Ohoo Yes my friend... Harder... faster please. Rut me... Rut me hard." Jarrod smirked; amused to find that there was a lot of son in the father after all... Jarrod couldn't help laughing as he brought the famous stud to one last powerful orgasm. Man 'O'war threw his handsome head back, whinnying loudly as he orgasmed hard into the rubber fuck sleeve. "That was good... that was sooooo good my friend... Thank you... thank you so much." The famous race Horse babbled, as Jarrod slowly pulled the sleeve off his long cock and put it in a cabinet out of sight. The second it disappeared from view, the race Horse's erection shriveled and slid back into his sheath. Normally Jarrod would have cleaned the race Horse up, scrubbing the lube off his cock and rump. But licking his lips, Jarrod decided to send the stud home with the scent of lube and sexual musk still on him... so his mares could smell it.

"You've done very well my friend." He congratulated patting the other Stallion on the back, as he helped him get up and redressed in his two thousand dollar suit. Even as the race Horse thanked him the whole time, Jarrod pressed a card with his private cell phone number on it into Man's hands. "If you'd ever like to... share again friend just call me up." Man 'O'war nodded clutching the card like it was his life line, as Jarrod escorted his famous patient to the lobby. Patting him on the ass as he staggered out the door, smelling of sweat, sexual musk and lube. It was plain from the look on his muzzle that his driver could smell, the young Donkey looking amused. Jarrod then quickly hurried back to collect the sleeve, with its valuable cargo of semen. Before removing the Jealousy Reduction Therapy from the system, he dropped the sleeve off in his office. Before flash freezing the famous race Horse semen, once all that was done he strolled back down to look in on Cole the Cheetah.

Cole lay there, twitching slightly as the system ran through the processes. The Cheetah was being forcibly upgraded, and the Horse had made it a rough set at that. Prostitution required a lot of mental training and obedience simulations. That, on top of his fur changes, would end up causing him a few dis-associative issues that would be extremely entertaining. He brought his finger to the Cheetah's lips, grinning as they started to suck at it immediately. He laughed softly to himself, then shook his head and pulled his finger free, grinning at how those rubber teeth had massaged his digit slightly.

With a smirk, he checked the system, and then slowly powered it down, letting the last of the scenario run out as he turned around, tugging a lollipop from a nearby drawer. Once the system stopped, he unwrapped it, and then brought it to the Cheetah's mouth, grinning as he rapidly sucking it into his muzzle, massaging it with his tongue and moaning slightly as he leaned up on the table. He couldn't help it, the lollypop just felt so perfect there. He rubbed his paw over his head, grunting softly looking around.

"The fuck... have you... d-done to me?" He managed to say, his smooth, slick tongue racing over that lollipop like mad.

Jarrod smirked cruelly, crossing his arms as he looked at the feline darkly. "Do you want the full list?" Jarrod asked, laughing a little bit as he brought his big three fingered hand up to the Cheetah's sac, squeezing it brutally hard. The Cheetah squirmed in shock, as he felt no pain only the compression of the skin of his scrotum. "These pathetic lumps have been removed. Replaced them with a nice rubber set for you. Thought you might like that." The big Horse laughing a little as the Cheetah's eyes widened, in horror realizing that he had been neutered. Jarrod watched the Cheetah pop his claws out, smirking as he through about those fake points. "Go ahead." The Stallion offered, laughing as he grabbed the feline's paw lifting it up. "Because these are cute, soft little rubber nubs now as well..." Jarrod mentioned, pressing against one and flexing it back and forth under his thumb, laughing softly at the Cat's expression.

The Cheetah whimpered weakly, looking down at his paws in disgust. "What the fuck..."

"Of course now a few of your spots advertise your new job." The big Equine explained, laughing as Cole choked and looked up questioningly. "Identify slut."

The Cheetah arched weakly, thrashing for a moment as something happened inside his brain. "I'm Cole. I used to be a cop, but now, I'm a cocksucker. I love cock." He babbled suddenly, his muzzle burning as he suddenly regained control of himself just after speaking. His eyes were wide with panic at what he'd just said, and had been unable to stop himself from saying.

"That's right... as a Cop you've seen the kinds of faggots who get Prostitution Programming, I'm certain." The big Horse said, chuckling lewdly as the Cheetah looked up wide eyed at him. "And the IRP as well..." He pointed out, reaching up and tugging that lollipop once, making the Cheetah whimper and struggle to keep it in his maw. His cheeks burned slowly, and he found himself squirming on the table.

"Y-you... you bastard..." The Cheetah managed, gritting his teeth, feeling them give as he struggled to keep the sucker in his mouth. "You... you didn't give me the acceptance training..." Cole stammered, understanding that normally a fur was given mental conditioning to make them happy to be whores for the state.

"That's right." The Horse answered with a nasty grin, before going on to detail what that meant. "Not a single run of it. You're going to fight and struggle against all your new, natural instincts until I do." Jarrod pointed out with a smirk, looking straight into the former Cop's eyes. "At which point, you'll finally be at peace with it... not that I plan on doing so anytime soon though. Now identify your Master."

The Cheetah's slender spotted body arched again, as his brain was forced to answer. "Jarrod is my Master. He keeps me well taken care of, which is a good thing, too, since I'm a worthless whore." Cole exclaimed sounding oddly excited, his voice practically singing it out. "He's my Master, my Daddy, and my Pimp." The Cheetah said, laughing softly at his own statements. And then... he was back in control, his muzzle flushed and dark as he shook weakly in disgust and horror at his own words. "Oh my god..."

"That's right." The big Horse smirked, enjoying the rush of power all this was giving to him. "You were going to give me... how much again?" He asked, the Cheetah remained silent, glowering at him weakly knowing the Stallion knew very well. "Tell Master how much you were going to give him, to not make you a neutered bitch."

"Two-hundred thousand." The Cheetah replied instantly, flushing softly as he was forced to answer by the programming.

"Then that's how much you're going to make for mem before I cut your string." The big Horse explained, knowing it would take the Cheetah years, and by the time he made it, he'd be an utterly broken whore.

The Cheetah whimpered weakly, his muzzle and body burning in fury... fury that was caged so tightly it could never be acted on against his... his... He was trying to think of a word to describe the Horse, but whenever he did, it turned into 'Daddy' or 'Master' or 'Boss'. He flushed weakly, as the Horse pressed a clipboard into his paws and grunted.

"You're going to sign up for additional mods. So sign the damned paper." What the Horse was doing was strictly illegal, but he would never be punished for it; not when the subject of his ire was a corrupt ex-cop like Cole. He watched as the feline signed instantly, not even looking at what he was signing--not able to, really and handed it back to the Horse.

"Good... tail bob, anal infatuation, sheath docking..." The smirking Horse read off, the Cheetah's eyes widened as he listened. "Don't worry... you'll be keeping your tiny little dick. But without your nuts to provide the hormones, it's just going to get shorter and shorter until I hides in what's left of your sheath." The big Stallion laughing, as the Cheetah whimpered weakly in shame and horror. "And interesting choices in the mods for your spots..." Jarrod mentioned, laughing softly knowing that Cole had no idea what he'd signed up for. "Of course, you want to show them off... don't you?" The Cheetah nodded his head rapidly, the programming making him truly wanting to. He wanted to make sure everyone knew what he was now, even though he... he hated it.

"That's a good little show pony." Jarrod chortled, reaching for the needles and rolling the Cheetah over, starting to put him under...

***

Pronk sat in the only chair in the room, watching the sleek black feline twitch and jerk on the table. The once oh so fierce predator mewling and whimpered in a tiny sounding voice, begging and pleading for the cruel monster to stop abusing him. The irony was of course that the Panther was the cruel monster, and the Antelope knew first hand than no amount of begging would get him to stop. He felt both happy and sad at the same-time; it was all very conflicting for him. A part of him knew the feline was getting exactly what he deserved, and that part of him was savagely happy about it. And yet there was a part that knew how horrible it was, and felt sad that anyone... even Devlyn Kurn had to experience it.

Lance was over at the computer monitor, everything was running well... his patients resistance had broken at last and the program was having full effect now. The Tiger checked his list of modifications, most of them had been done already. But he'd save a couple for last, and now with the Antelope here would be the perfect time to do them. Moving over to a cabinet the Tiger took out the things he'd need a scalpel, sutures, and a small stainless steel pan to put the removed flesh in. Moving around the table he sat the things down between the Panthers thighs, flashing the Antelope a grin as he cupped Devlyn's scrotum with one gloved paw.

"What... what are you going to do now?" Pronk asked his voice quivering slightly as he watched Lance take the scalpel out of its plastic wrapper and hold it up. The striped feline smiling softly, as he rolled those orbs around in the palm of his paw.

"The court has mandated castration for this patient." Lance answered, doing his best to sound as professional as possible, as he watched the Antelopes muzzle twist up. "I hope you're not bothered by the sight of blood..." Lance lisped, the paperwork haven't said testicle removal... but the Tiger felt that would be more fun to see than standard chemical castration.

"I use to be... " Pronk answered honestly, and Lance read the look on the others muzzle before he ever finished speaking."I saw so much of it after the attack... it doesn't bother me anymore. So... so you're going to cut his balls off?"

"Yes... He'll never penetrate anyone ever again, his dick won't get hard... and it will shrink a lot from the loss of hormones." Lance explained, as he flicked the tip of the scalpel over the stretched flesh of the Panthers ball bag. Pronk stood up and moved over closer to the table, watching what the Tigers paws were doing intently. Slitting that sack open... Lance squeezed first the larger of the two orbs out... and then the smaller one so that both were dangling out exposed. Now with both Devlyn's testicles dangling outside of that deflated sack, Lance tied the cords of both up twice each. As he made the knots, Devlyn could feel an ache within his guts... a soft whimper escaped from the big Panther. Picking up the scalpel Lance paused looking over at the Antelope, smiling as Pronk looked up at him. "Would you like to do it?" He asked, making the Antelopes eyes widen in shock... and yet there was a certain desire there. Reaching over he took the scalpel from the Tigers paws, Lance stretched out those cords good and tight pointing at where to cut.

"You deserve this." Pronk muttered as he sawed the blade back and forth, shocked at how hard it was to cut. But at last the flesh gave way before that razor sharp edge, and the Panthers nut came loose. Lance laid it in the stainless steel pan, and then grasps the second smaller testicle. "Can... can he feel this?" The Antelope asked, from the look on his muzzle the Tiger guessed what he wanted to hear.

"He's aware of what's going on... but the pain is very muted." Lance lied, the rapist was feeling the intense pain completely... if he weren't in the simulation he would be screaming. As it was he was moaning and begging under his breath, as the rape played out in his head. The Tiger nodded to his helper, who sawed that blade across those cords until the Panthers second testicle came loose. The Tiger smiled broadly, as he took them both over and tossed them into the disposal bin... before closing the wound where they had stole those testicles. Pronk let out a long breathy sigh and stumbled back to his chair, the Tiger couldn't help noticing the lump in the Antelopes crotch. Lance thought about offering to help with that, but was afraid the Antelope might take that offer the wrong way.

Pronk sat there watching for another hour, until the Tiger took Devlyn out for a moment to check progress. The Panther begging and whining not to have to go through it again, got the better of the Antelope and standing up quickly he left the room. He was feeling much better about things now, but he didn't want to listen to the rapist sounding like a victim. It was obscenely offensive to a true victim; Pronk went home and for the first time in months went out clubbing.

Lance finished with the Panther, and once he was done, unlatched him from the system. The Panther was sobbing weakly and bleary eyed from crying all of that crying. His whole body shivered weakly, as he rubbed his head with both paws. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He stammered over and over again, as he lay there sobbing softly. "Please, please no more..."

The Tiger rubbed at the Panther's chest, before helping him to sit up on the table. "No more of that for now, just a few nights of convalescence in the tank, and then, you'll be able to go home. That sounds nice, doesn't it?" The Panther nodded weakly, shivering very hard as he stood up. He'd regained control over his bladder, but as the Tiger helped him up, he winced weakly. "I... I'm sorry I was so awful when I first came in." He stuttered softly, his cheeks reddening as he thought about the things he'd done and said.

The Tiger nodded his head sagely, smiling briefly at the plainly remorseful rapist. He was a professional after all, Lance rubbed over his ears, and then helped him into a short gown before helping him into a wheelchair, moving him to the back of the facility to put him into his tube.

He passed Jarrod on the way, smiling up at the Horse briefly. "Hey, boss everything good?"

Jarrod laughed at the question, things were very good the big Stallion thought. "Sure is... I'm trying out your Show Pony program on the crooked cop." He advised with a laugh and gesturing with the small box he'd pulled from storage.

Lance grinned, looking intensely pleased with himself at having come up with the program. "Heh... Good. Let me know how well it works on him. You like being a cute little show off, don't you Devlyn?"

The Panther blushed, and then his head began to bob up and down subconsciously before he answered. "I... I shouldn't wear revealing clothes... I might get the wrong kind of attention. But... but I love dressing up pretty..." Lance smiled and Jarrod smirked at how the Panther and Cheetah were so similar, consistence was the mark of a well crafted mental conditioning program. The Horse nodded, moving past the Tiger as he took the Cat to the back of the facility. The Stallion strode down the hall, moving into the room to check on Cole. The Cheetah was still bent over the table at his waist, his tail was a cute little bob now, a bit of gauze on it, and his cock lay pink against the side of the table, exposed and sheath less. He whimpered slightly when he heard the Horse clopping closer, turning and looking up at him.

"Are you ready for your new toy?" The Stallion asked, opening the box he'd brought with him and tugging out a cute little butt plug. The Cheetah's ass started to flex need fully at once, even though he shook his head. "I... I don't... w-w-want..." He tried to protest angrily, only for the programming to override him. He flagged his docked tail eagerly, the Horse moving to lube the toy and push it into place, patting the Cheetah's backside as he moaned eager and loudly.

"Feel better now?" Jarrod asked, the feline nodded weakly, humiliated bright on his spotted muzzle.

"Now, we'll get your spots done, and we'll have you fitted for a pricing collar so everyone will know you're advertising, hmm?" The big Equine chuckled gloatingly, as he pulled out the fur dying tools.

He worked on the Cheetah's lower back, coloring some of it black to make his spots look more like a cloud there, then bleached letters in the center of it. In large, bright white letters, he spelled out 'WHORE'. Once he had, he started to work on other spots, adding 'Fake Male' inside one, 'Cum Dumpster' inside another, and having a good time working through the other male's pattern. By the time he was done, at least a third of the spots on his body had something humiliating written inside them.

***

"Hahaha..." The big Bear laughed loudly, as Jarrod lead the pacified Cheetah out into the Officers private waiting room. Both big Cops circled around Cole slowly, as they took in all the Cheetahs new modifications. "Look at you." The big Ursine snickered, flashing the Horse a big grin before taking the clip board and signing off on the paper work.

"Fff...fuck you Sikorsky." Cole stammered, using all his will powerful to force those words out, even as the big Bear moved around in front of him. Snatching the lollipop out of the Cheetahs mouth, the big bruin Cop leaned forwards until his nose was a half inch from the felines.

"Suck... my... DICK." The big cop ordered, watching as the Cheetah's mouth worked trying to snarl some nasty reply. Even as he sank to his knees in front of his most hated enemy, long streaks of drool spilling out of the corners of his mouth."Heh." The big Bear snickered gloatingly, as he watched the feline fighting to control himself.

"Please... may I take it out? Please... Please... please."

"Take it out and suck it until I fill your pansy belly with my cum faggot." Sikorsky ordered, taking out his cell phone with a nasty sneer as he recorded the pacified feline unbutton his uniform trousers. Eagerly taking out that huge hard Ursine cock, drooling even more profusely as his mouth moved towards it. "Smile for the camera... and tell us what you are." The big Bear snorted in dark amusement, as the disgusted looking Cheetah looked up at him clearly fighting to keep from saying it.

"I'm Cole... I used to be a cop, but now, I'm a cocksucker. I love cock." The horrible embarrassed and disgusted feline exclaimed eagerly, and then gagged in shock the instant he finished saying it.

"Hahaha." Both big Cops roared as they read the looks on Cole's muzzle, clearly he didn't want to be saying it... clearly he hated being it. And yet he mewled pleading for that big cock, as Sikorsky rubbed the leaking head of his big blunt cock over Cole's lip's. Watching in amusement, as the feline eagerly licked the Bears pre-cum off those soft black lip's of his. "Go on suck me off cum slut. Because mine... unlike your fake rubber ones... are full of cum." The big Bear chuckled wickedly, as that hot mouth took his whole length with practiced ease. As the big Bruin recorded it all on his phone, those soft fuzzy lips wrapping tightly around that thick throbbing shaft. Slick smooth tongue licking and curling around it more eagerly than any whore's, the kneeling feline suckling with forced eagerness. Even as the look on the Ex-cops muzzle made it plain he was hating every second of it, but was simply unable to stop himself from doing it.

"Hey Johnson... why don't you get this cunt up on her paws... and tap that pansy ass for her." Sikorsky snickered, as the big Rhino share a big leering grin with the Bear... taking the small tube of lube from the watching Horse. Jarrod was actually enjoying watching the two Cops enjoying Cole; normally he wasn't much for gay sex. But this fucking really had very little to do with sex, power, humiliation, revenge all played a much bigger part. And those were things the Horse could and did very much enjoy, of course the cash Cole would start making as soon as the Cops finished and left was damn satisfying as well. Finally the big Bear stepped back, pulling his cock out and ordering Cole to just keep his mouth open. While the Ursine filmed his thick cock jerking and spurting a massive load on to the passive Cheetahs smooth tongue.

"Damn you are a real cum dump." The big Bear laughed gloatingly, sliding his cock back into Cole's muzzles fucking it slowly until the Rhino had lost his first load up that tiny tailhole. Over the next hour on a half, the Bear and Rhino enjoyed the Cheetahs mouth and anus repeatedly. Trading places again and again, making the Ex-cop lick their fuckers clean until they both were spent. "Damn good work Doc... Love the extra's, if you ever need anything... and I mean anything at all. You just ask."

"Thank you Officer Sikorsky... I'll keep that in mind." After the two big Cops left, Jarrod placed a pricing collar around the Cheetahs neck. And then loaded Cole up in his car and drove the feline down to a seedy private club on the lower east side leading the still naked feline inside. The naked Pacified Cheetah getting more than a few look over's as they strolled through the club, and into the manager's office in the back. Behind a huge desk sat an older Canine, who looked up smiling as he saw the Horse leading the Cheetah in.

"So this is the boi..." The sleek German Shep stood up and strolled around his desk to look the feline over with a wide evil smirk, nodding his head and licking his lips. "Damn this really is that crooked Cop that's been in all the papers."

"Yes... I'd like for him to work in your gang-bang room as we discussed." Jerrod explained, as the big Canine nodded his head eagerly having the Ex-cop working as a Pacified rut toys would indeed bring in a lot of business.

"You sure I can't talk you into sharing a bit more of the profits?" The sleek Canine asked; even as the Horse shook his head 'No' at once they had made a deal after all. Jerrod explained, as the big Canine nodded his head eagerly having the Ex-cop working as a Pacified rut toys would indeed bring in a lot of business.

"But you know... I'm feeling generous if you will feed my whore, and let her sleep on the floor in that room. I'll let you have every penny the slut can make for you one day out of the week... just make sure I get all the money from the other days.

***

Jarrod received the call two days later, the race Horse wanted to meet and share some fun with his friend. The big Horse told Man 'O'war to bring his youngest wife, and he would bring the race Horse's new love interest. It was decided they would meet up in the city, rather than Man's big estate out on the hill. The race Horse kept a suite in town, at the Leoheart Tower which made the Horse smile. It was agreed that after Jarrod finish his work for the day, he would swing by and breed the famous stud's wife. The big Horse called home letting his own wives know he would be coming home late, he'd already told his lead mare about what he'd done to the race Horse. And she was happy with it, in fact she'd wanted to hear all about him dominating and cuckolding the big stud.

Jarrod parked in the underground garage, getting out of his modest car the big Horse took a bag out of the back seat. And then climbed the concrete stairs to the Leoheart Tower lobby, where he was met by a smiling Pug. The small canine pressing a key card into his hands and told him a room number on the upper floors. The big Horse took the elevator up to the forty first floors, only the penthouse level was higher. He strolled down the hall passing a young Lion, who he knew at a glance, had been pacified sometime in the past. Finding the room he was looking for. he slid the key card through the lock and opened the door. The suite beyond was massive and highly opulent; sitting on a huge leather couch was Man 'O'war. The former race horse was wearing a silk robe, and looked very pent up his robe bulging obscenely.

"Aha ha ha... my friend." The big race Horse exclaimed excitedly, as Jarrod strolled in closing the door behind him. Slowly he walked over to the race Horse, taking the others hand and shaking it sharing a smile.

"Quite a place." Jarrod said, as he gestured to the grand suite that must cost more than his car to rent even for a single day.

"What? Oh yes I keep this for visitors... mares who are sent here for me to breed." The sleek race Horse explained, making the other Stallion nod his head slowly. So this place was just for Man's stud services, that idea made Jarrod sneer. Since he was the one who was going to be doing the breeding today, of course Man 'O'war would be providing some stud services. He was going to fill a couple of bags with his seed, and Jarrod was going to be taking it to sale at a later date.

"I'm so glad you've came." The big race Horse gushed, his eyes lingering on the bag the other stallion was carrying. A faint smile crept across Jarrod's muzzle, what the famous racer was craving plainly written on his muzzle. He was wanting to be milked... wanting to rut his new love... Jarrod made a bit of a show of looking around. "She... she's waiting for you in the master bedroom, down at the end of the hall." Man snorted, knowing what his friend wanted he had came here to rut one of the famous race Horses wives. "Jade... she's my youngest wife just like you asked for." The big race Horse explained nervously, hoping his new friend would enjoy the young mare that was a third their age.

"And you've explained to her, that I'm going to be breeding her." Jarrod questioned, watching as the other Stallion nodded his head even as his erection grew. Until it was jutting out from until his silk robe, the retired race Horse was all primed up by the idea of the other Horse fucking his wife.

"Yes... she was a little surprised when I explained it to her; however she got kind of excited about it. She's came into season... so she'll not refuse you anything. Not that the idea of letting my friend rut her bothered her that much, a few of my older mares complained. But all the younger ones seemed fine with it, and the others will come around as their heat grows more intense... I'm sure." The two Stallions shared a grin; Jarrod was extremely turned on knowing the race Horse was tricking his own wives into letting a strange male breed them. And Jarrod planned to breed the heck out of them, along with collecting more and more of the famous race Horses seed. It was like money in the bank... the sperm bank obviously the big Horse thought amused. Quickly he stripped off his clothing, laying it on the couch before picking up his bag.

"Well let's not keep the sexy lady waiting." Jarrod grunted, leading the big race Horse down the hall to the master bedroom... he wanted Man 'O'war to watch him rut her. They pushed open the door to find a pretty mare waiting for them, the scent of her heat making Jarrod's stud stick jerk instantly to full erection. He sat his bag down on a small table, and then strolled across the room to greet her. The sexy young mare nickering in need as she examined his long thick rut stick, clearly she wanted it already. Jarrod smirking, knowing from having seen him erect in the Center, that his cock was bigger and thicker than the race Horses. "Beautiful Jade..." He muttered as he moved up to her, running his big hot hands over her trembling body. "You like the looks of that?"

"Ammmm its sooo big." The young mare moaned in need, he glanced over at Man 'O'war who was watching and smiling widely. Jarrod couldn't help chuckling lewdly at that, the J.R.T treatments had really done their work. Any normal Stallion would be violently jealous at this sight, not standing there watching and fondling himself.

"How would you like to have that?" Jarrod asked watching as Jade eyes opened wide, she wanted it badly that was plain. "What a wonderful husband you have... he got this gift just for you to enjoy." The big Stallion whispered into her ear, snickering as that soft sexy body quivered in excitement.

"Yes... Yes please. Please I want it... need it... soooo much. Rut me stud... rut me hard... fill my belly." Jade begged as she pressed her soft sleek body against him eagerly, Jarrod licked his lip's nodding.

"Just for you sexy lady." Gently he pushed her back onto the bed, stripping off her damp panties slowly and then tossing them to Man 'O'war. The big race horse lifted those panties up to his nose, inhaling the scent on them deeply. His mighty rut stick bouncing up and down eagerly, pre-cum beginning to drip from it. Jarrod not wanting to waste even a single drop, called over telling Man to take her out of the bag and have fun. They shared after all, the big race Horse was trembling as he took the fuck sleeve out of the bag. Lifting it up to his muzzle, he licked that soft rubber slit getting it lubed up good with his own saliva. Jarrod almost laughed as he thought about all the cock that had used that sleeve, hell he hadn't cleaned it from the last dozen times the race Horse had used it at the Center. Man 'O'war licked his lips before spearing his long, hard, cock deep inside, rutting his new love with an almost feral need.

Jarrod took his time fucking Jade slowly, wanting to give the needy mare as much pleasure as he could. Hoping to make her forget all about her husband, and dream only about his cock when she wanted to be satisfied. He knew that most males who made a living breeding, soon forgot all about pleasing their partners. To them it was a business, all about filling a hole and moving on to the next one. Across the room the wildly plunging race Horse, was already spurting his first load into the masturbation sleeve. Jarrod smirked, as he listened to Jade moaning and whinnying in pleasure. Feeling her hot sex squeezing and quivering as orgasm hit her, he sped up then pounding in her hot tight sex roughly. The pretty mare was orgasming again ten minutes later, when the big Horse at last filled her with his seed.

"YES... Ohooo Gods Yes!" Jade squealed in delight, as the fire in her loins was at last dulled by the hot gush of her Stallions cum. Jarrod lay atop the sexy young mare, just enjoying the sensation of her hot sex squeezing his thick cock. While across the room Man 'O'war was squealing and shooting his second load into the masturbation sleeve. He and Jade lay there watching the show, the pretty mare snorted in derision at her husband. Jarrod could tell the young mare was slowly losing respect for the famous Stallion, he could almost hear her thinking... what kind of husband lets another male rut his wife... while she was in season no less.

Rolling off of her Jarrod took a couple of deep breaths, his huge blunt fucker still good and hard. Jade reached over rubbing it eagerly, he let her worship his hefty organ for a few moments. And then decided to actively ruin her respect for her husband, pushing her hands and mouth away he stood up. "Excuse me my dear... I've got another needy mare to take care of..." Jarrod smirked; slowly he strolled across the room moving up behind the race Horse, his thick cock jutting out proudly. As if sensing it's presents, Man 'O'wars long flowing tail lifted up and to one side exposing his big round anus. "Hand me the lube out of my bag." He ordered, instantly the famous Stallion bent over picking up the tube of lube and handing it back over his shoulder.

Jarrod took it with a leering smile, and then spreading the cold goo over the big blunt flare of his cock. Guiding his cock head to the other Stallion's anus, he smeared the lube all over that hot pucker. "Open up for me... my little mare." Jarrod taunted, as he pushed his flare against the famous Stallion tailhole... grinning over at the real mare on the bed. As his thick cock sank easily into Man 'O'wars passive anus, Jade's eyes widening in shock, as her husband took that big cock easily and without the slightest complaint. Jarrod could read on her muzzle that she was stunned, by what she was seeing and by her husband's eagerness to allow another male inside of him.

Man 'O'war inhaled sharply, a long shuddering breath that spoke of pure pleasure as he was penetrated by the bigger Stallion. He leaned back against Jarrod's chest his long head wobbling, his eyes rolling in his head as he moaned. "Oho Gods. Thank you my friend... Thank you... it feels so goooood inside of me." Jarrod thrust his cock as deep as it would go inside the other Horse, leaning in close he grunted roughly.

"I just fucked your wife... I knocked her up. She's going to have my colt..." Jarrod felt the sleek race Horse's body tremble; much like the little mare he'd just finished rutting. Glancing over he watched the look on Jades muzzle turn into a sneer of disgust, at the way her husband was acting while being fucked. "You're never going to sire another colt... at least on your wives."

"Yes... Thank you... Gods my friend you... your such a Stallion." The big race Horse moaned, bucking back on Jarrod's thick hard on just as needily as any mare in heat. Reaching around Jarrod took the masturbation sleeve, removing the plastic collection bag. He then sealed it and put it in the cooler in his bag, before loading a new collection bag into the sleeve. Before he handed it back to the Stallion riding his cock, the race Horse taking it and instantly plunging his rock hard cock inside. Jarrod slammed his hip's forwards, butt fucking the helpless stud hard and fast for a few moments. Rutting a number of very satisfyingly mareish grunts and squeals, from the big race Horse as his young wife watched.

While the fact that he was fucking another male repulsed him more than a bit, Jarrod was admittedly getting off on what his fucking was doing to Jade's respect for her husband. The big Horse was also enjoying how slutty the famous race Horse was acting in taking that cock. Every moaned 'Thank you' every whinny of pleasure... every needy thrust back onto Jarrod's thick fucker. Making the pretty mare watching it, sneer wider at her husband's sissy reaction. Jarrod knew how mares were, word would quickly get around with the wives what a dominate stud he was... and what a sissy bitch mare their husband was acting.

"Alright... you've had enough for now." Jarrod sneered, pushing the race Horse off his big, thick, throbbing, erection... and strolling off to the bathroom to clean his cock. Through the open door he could hear Jade talking to her husband, berating him for being such a slut. Asking him if he was as big a queer as his son Cameron, the race Horse was denying it weakly and it was plain he was a bit upset. Jarrod strolled out of the bathroom with a wide, happy smile on his long muzzle, moving back over to the bed. He climbed in kissing Jade's soft mouth hard, before rolling over on top of her. Huge hot hands gripping her firm young tits, even as he drew his hips back and sank his mighty fucker into her slimy wet sex.

"I can't believe you just did that." Jade moaned, as the big Stallion rolled his strong hip's... pounding his hard cock in and out of her hot wet sex. The sleek sexy mare already beginning to squeal in pleasure, as Jarrod fucked her fast again. His lip's rolling up into a wide leering grin, as he looked down at her as she squirmed under him.

"Your husband... is just another mare to me." Jarrod chuckled lewdly, wanting to plant the idea in her mind that he was all the Stallion Man 'O'war was not.

The next morning, Jerrod walked into the center, walking around the desk and sitting down. Pulling up his computer to check his emails, he grinned widely as he read though them. It had been a long week or so, and now that it was all winding down... He found himself grinning, thinking about how he'd cuckolded the big famous Stallion entirely and turned him into a cash-cow that he'd milk regularly, though not so often as to flood the market. He checked his accounts, seeing the first deposit from the Cheetah's work, and then laughed looking over that day's jobs.

He split them up, taking one for himself, giving one to Corey, another to Lance just a usual day.

Lance stepped into the building, skipping just a little bit and laughing to himself. He'd run into the Lion and his new beau a tall, strong Stag the previous night at a club. The Lion had grinned, tugging Lance over, insisting that he meet the big prey male. Lance had gotten a taste of the Stag's cock later, with the Lion taking over halfway though, and both of them had exchanged numbers for a two-person couple's night later. Today, with the Panther in the tank and already learning, he was finally wrapping things up. He smiled to himself, waving brightly at Jarrod as he stepped in, picking up his file, and then moving down the hall to his room.

Corey came in a few minutes later, practically dancing on air for some reason. The big Hog smiled a bit, picking up the file himself. The night before had practically been magical, and now, he was thinking about how much fun he'd have when he got home later that night to his new boy. He laughed softly, nodding to Jarrod and moving toward his usual room as well.

Jarrod slid his chair back, smiling brightly as he picked up a file for himself. It had been an eventful week at the Center, but really... not that different from any other. He chuckled slightly, pulling out his phone and telling his top mare that he'd be home that night. He didn't want to neglect them, after all and then casually went to his own room. Thinking about the week to come, and hoping that it would be half as profitable as the one before.

FIN