Ethically Grey
I apologize for yet another long delay without new stories, but I'm pleased to announce that the delightful NickyLion and I have collaborated to bring you another foray into the world of kinky transformation and mind control.
This time, a mountain lion has signed up for a suspicious "sleep study" to earn some extra cash, and naturally ends up neck deep in something twisted and sexy.
Do enjoy!
Ethically Grey
By VulcanisCorp and Nickylion
"Jace, bring me the list of candidates for our next study. I'd like to have a look at them," The zebra's voice was smooth and deep despite the artificial tin that was added by the black cat's desk speaker. Rather than reply, the feline rose dutifully from his seat outside the doctor's office and quickly made his way inside. Striding to the desk inside, Jace placed them neatly to the left of the zebra looking at him and smiling.
"Here you are sir, all compiled based on your requirements and sorted according to the metrics you requested. Seven all in total, but I believe you want this one," the feline tapped the very top folder, "based on the previous history of samples chosen for this particular study." There was a slight twitch in his tail as he said that, but the rest of his body remained almost completely still, perfectly composed. "If I may be excused, Sir, I believe you'll want to take time to deliberate on those files."
The zebra nodded and smiled, "Of course, Jace. Here, I think you'll need this," a pair of small keys sailed through the air into the waiting paws of his assistant. Jace's tail twitched again, visibly trembling this time, "Do enjoy yourself, but not too much. I'll be along shortly to see to your enjoyment personally."
Jace bowed deeply and nodded his head, "Of course Sir." The cat turned on a heel and departed, leaving the zebra to sift through the files on his desk.
True to his word, the files were meticulously organized, with detailed notes about each applicant. It took a few minutes to confirm, but the cat was right about the top choice. Single, fit, high scores in physical fitness and mental aptitude, "yes," the zebra chuckled to himself, "you'll do nicely." His heavy digits fingered through the leaves of the dossier, while he mentally noted some of the particularities of the subject in question. His black lips curled upwards into a relaxed, yet menacing grin as he lifted a surveillance photo of the mountain lion in question. "Very nicely indeed."
The steep, narrow stairwell to his studio apartment felt like the final grueling insult to Chris' exhausting day. The cougar's shoulder slumped against the wall to his right to brace the heavy load of his book bag. His right paw clutched his energy drink while his left dug into his sweatpants pocket for his keys. As he struggled with the awkward motion, his muscles aching from his workout paired with his mental exhaustion, and his lack of focus was met with a splattering of liquid on his foot as his drink began spilling.
"Oh goddamnit!" he cursed, shifting his load to upright the can as a set of books poured out of the overstressed bag to hit the floor with a thud. The compounding situation threatened to make his already frustrated mood blacker by the moment. He threw the remainder of his encumberment down in apathy with a sigh, and then slid his key into the lock and pulled the door open. A small avalanche of mail fell towards the mess at his feet. The mountain lion slumped his shoulders and aimed his face at the ceiling with his eyes rolled back in a groan before reluctantly gathering the papers up and kicking his books over the threshold.
After closing the door inside, Chris quickly noticed how many of the items of mail were yet more bills, warnings of collections, and notices of upcoming due dates of various types. Each one was catapulted across the cluttered apartment for "filing" until tomorrow, when he'd finally have some time outside of classes, his job, and the gym to go through them all. Reaching the last envelope, his wrist stopped mid-throw as he tilted his head and looked more closely. The address was hand-written, and the corner sported a strange-looking stamp which resembled a stylized hoof surrounding a crescent moon.
Slicing the envelope's edge with a claw, Chris pulled the contents free and looked over the elegantly-written correspondence. It appeared to be from one "Institute for Slumber and Self Betterment," and contained an invitation to participate in a paid study to "further the cause of quality sleep research." Room and board, plus pay, for a one week program at their facility.
He glanced at the scattered mess of letters and bills around the floor, then back at the paper in his paw. "I wonder," he mused to himself as he lifted his cell phone and started to dial.
"And this is where you'll be staying for the duration of the study," The gray cat strode inside, using his clipboard to point to the various amenities the room provided. A fold down comfortable looking bed, a desk and dresser for Chris' clothes, speakers in the ceiling along with plug-ins for a laptop and a ceiling mounted TV screen that swiveled to face the bed or desk, "And of course just across the hall we have the lavatory facilities. You'll be using a dorm-room style shower. I assume that's not a problem?"
Chris shook his head, "Nothing I haven't dealt with before at the gym. Oh speaking of, do you have a place I could work out?" The cat nodded again quietly, then paused to write something down on his clipboard.
"Of course. There's a work out facility here at the end of the hallway. It gets used by everyone, but you being the study participant get priority access. Here, let me show you what we've got." As the cat strode ahead, Chris couldn't help but find his gaze wandering a little bit over the grey cat's body. The feline clearly made use of the fitness facilities, and the heavy-gauge latex 'bio suit' that all the staff wore definitely showed off the curves of his ass well. So well he almost bumped into the cat as they approached their destination.
"Here we are, why don't you take a look around while I hand off these notes to Dr Jelani. I'll be right back with him, and then we'll go do your physical and finish the check-in process." The cat badged Chris in, and turned down a side corridor, leaving the mountain lion to stare at the exercise equipment and ponder just what exactly he'd gotten himself into. He ran one paw down one of the sleek new-looking exercise bikes and went down the mental checklist of things he'd put on hold to do this study. His day job had been generous enough to let him take the week away once he'd explained how much the study paid, and he could make up the classes he would miss by sharing notes with one of his classmates. The mountain lion was so lost in thought that when Dr Jelani's paw came down on his shoulder Chris practically levitated.
The zebra let out a hearty laugh, "Oh you cats. Always so jumpy," he extended his other paw, "Dr Anton Jelani, nice to meet you Chris. Jace here tells me that you're quite happy with our facilities. Now that we've given you the tour, the only thing left to do really is to give you a basic physical and get you outfitted with some of our tracking chips that will monitor your vitals during your stay here." He made a broad sweeping gesture towards the door, "If you'll just follow me, we can get started."
Like most exam rooms, the one Dr Jelani led Chris to was brightly lit, cold, and sterile. On one side of the room a sink protruded from the wall. On the other side was a small computer console, along with a scale for measuring height and weight. A patient gown in its package lay draped on the exam room table. Everything one needed for a physical.
"Okay Chris, if you would just change into this patient gown we'll begin the physical." There was a slight pause, then a cough from the zebra when the cat failed to immediately comply with the request, "Oh, if you'd prefer I can step out."
The mountain lion cocked an eye, then shrugged as he proceeded to begin shedding his clothes, "I, uhm...ah fuckit. I'm gonna be stuck in here for a week. You're gonna do more of these tests. You're gonna see it all anyways."
"Excellent. We'll start with your general reflexes and do a quick blood draw. Once that's done we'll be injecting you with a tracking solution that will let the sensors throughout the facility monitor things like blood oxygen, heart rate, and brainwaves. Then all that's left is to fit you with one of these," the zebra held up a small metal ring with a pair of LED's at the top, "as you're aware from the questionnaire you filled out - for the duration of the study, we need you to engage in the same behavior every day for one week. Since you indicated that you don't masturbate on a nightly basis, we'll need you to hold off for a week. This device will monitor your body's response to outside stimuli and help us to help you remember not to do that."
Chris couldn't stop himself from blushing, "yeah Doc, I read the brief. No need to go over what it does. I'll be good this week...but are you sure that's gonna fit me? Looks awful small."
That set off a hearty laugh in the zebra, "Oh Chris, trust me. It'll fit you just fine."
The physical went smoothly enough at first. A quick blood draw, checking of his vitals, and the cliche tap to the knees for reflexes were easy and expected. It was when the doc brought the devices for putting his "tracking" in place that Chris got nervous. He'd read through the guide and knew more or less what to expect, but when Dr. Jelani brought out an automatic injector with a vial attached to it which contained an entire cup of rose-colored liquid, the mountain lion's throat pulsed with a nervous swallow.
"This will only take a moment, don't worry. The injector is specially designed to keep the poke site numb and the subject comfortable. Turn around for me and just lean against the exam table, would you please?"
"Oh, OK. Um, like this?" Chris asked with a mild shiver in his voice, as he placed his palms onto the exam table and faced away from the scientist.
"That's just fine," Dr. Jelani replied, his words delivered in a soothing tone as his hand took the cat's gown and lifted it to expose the taut muscular rump. The zebra's smile remained subtle, but present, as he pressed the business end of the injector against the supple fur of the mountain lion's right buttcheek firmly, making the muscle underneath tighten as he pulled the trigger. The needle pricked into the gluteus and immediately began to pump the liquid inside. The clear vial slowly drained out as Chris held as still as he could.
There wasn't any real pain except for the prick at the start, but as the fluid entered his tissues, there was an odd sensation of relaxation that embraced the big cat's mind and he could swear he tasted something sweet in his mouth. He smacked his lips as the object was withdrawn, the injection complete.
"Alright Chris, great job" the zebra chimed encouragingly. "Now let's get the last bit in place. Go ahead and hop up onto the exam table and lay back."
Feigning confidence, the athletic big cat shrugged and shuffled his gown back down. "Yeah. Sure, no big deal. That wasn't too bad. I still don't get how you're going to put that thing around my neck though. It expands a lot or something, right?" he asked as he rolled up onto his back against the paper covering on the table. His eyes went wider and he froze, as the zebra began lifting a pair of stainless steel stirrups into view from below the top of the table.
"Your neck?" the doctor laughed jovially in playful surprise. "No, no, my boy. This isn't going to go on your neck. As I said, this is meant to monitor your vitals as well as your behavior as closely as possible. It needs to be positioned in a spot that's central to your body mass, closely attached to your skin, and in a place that can track your overall movement as well as your honesty when it comes to your nocturnal activities. Now, place your heels in these stirrups if you please? It'll make the installation process more comfortable for us both."
Chris looked the zebra directly in the eyes and paused for a full three count before uttering an incredulous "it's going on my junk?!"
"That was what the contract said, Chris. You mentioned earlier that you read the brief. Up in the stirrups now. This will only take a moment and then you're all set."
Another pause preceded a resigned sigh from the mountain lion on the table. He needed this money and wasn't going to back down now, but damn it if he wasn't going to bury this whole event from his autobiography. "Yeah... alright fine. I'm just going on record saying it's really weird."
"Science is often called that, but we're accustomed to it," Dr. Jelani quipped as the athletic legs were lifted up and spread into place.
Moving between the vulnerably spread limbs of the mountain lion, the zebra donned a set of magnifier lenses and then adjusted his exam gloves before taking Chris' scrotum into hand and gently lifting and rolling it around. The prone subject bit his lip and stared blankly at the ceiling, doing everything he could to think about absolutely nothing, or anything else at all, anything except the idea that he was spread, fully presented and being manhandled by the striped male. The fingers deftly felt over the surface of each of his testicles, and then he felt them grip his penis to re-position it. He mentally repeated to himself over and over in his mind: "Please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner..."
"Good, nothing out of the ordinary in your scrotum. Be sure to check yourself for lumps there whenever you can. You're at the age where testicular cancer can happen."
Chris' voice was tense and breathy. "Oh yeah, I check them regularly. Glad to hear they're good to go." The clinical and appropriately professional statement was oddly refreshing for him under the circumstances. His face grimaced slightly immediately after, however, as the large hand of Dr. Jelani took the entirety of his junk into its grip at the base and began to pull downwards uncomfortably. "H-hey!"
"Just relax, I'm going to place the device on now," the zebra replied in a firm tone that betrayed some mild annoyance. "You'll feel something cold for a moment."
Chris' voice box "mrowled" in a deep feline grumble as his privates were stretched, and a hard object wrapped around the base of both his penis and ballsac. With a strange and loud *click*, it became suddenly tighter and kept his genitals slightly tugged downwards from his crotch. The stretch wasn't incredibly uncomfortable, but it was just enough that he couldn't ignore it. Dr. Jelani let go of his bits almost immediately afterward, and tapped the screen of his tablet. In time with his tap, Chris felt a vibration that seemed to happen inside his groin, and the device around his privates chimed with a digital tone.
"There we are; you're all set. You can get up and get dressed now. That'll stay on for the duration of the study, so don't mess with it. It should be comfortable enough to not be a bother, but if it's painful at any point let us know immediately."
Bending at the waist to lift his chest, Chris gripped the gown and lifted to take a look at himself. His flaccid penis and taut fuzzy sac were now framed by a silver metallic ring-like object that glowed with a set of pulsating blue lights. His face looking clearly embarrassed, with a quizzical look twisting his lips. Chris wasn't sure which he hated more; the ring itself, or the fact that he was feeling blood start to rush into his cock. He immediately tugged the gown back down and pulled his legs out of the stirrups, moving to stand and walk towards his clothes.
"No no, you don't need those," the doctor interrupted. "We have your uniform ready for you. This will breathe easier and let your equipment move while you're wearing the sensor payload," the doctor said matter-of-factly as he handed Chris a neatly-folded piece of material.
The student-turned-test subject took the parcel from the zebra suspiciously, and let it fall out into its shape. It was a duplicate of the full-body bio-latex suit that he had seen Jace wearing earlier. The front and rear sported hidden zippers, and the chest had his name on it, with the number "0041" beneath it with a matching barcode.
"It's very easy to slip on over your fur. Go ahead and put it on, and then get comfortable in your room. Feel free to make use of the facilities as you see fit, and we serve dinner promptly at 7pm. See you then."
And with that, the semi-nude big cat was alone in the exam room. He let his paws holding the slick skin suit fall to his waist in exasperation as his head tilted back towards the smooth avocado-colored ceiling. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Getting the suit on wound up being much easier than Chris expected. Despite it's slick and glossy outside, the inner layer slid up and over his fur without complaint. As he stood in the exam room and tugged the suit up along his arms, the lion realized this wasn't a suit he was getting into by himself. The zipper along the back of the suit sat along the small of his back, just out of reach no matter how much he fumbled for it.
The grunt of frustration Chris let out must have been louder than he thought, because a moment later there was a soft knock at the door and Jace leaned in, "Do you require any assistance with the lab uniform, Chris?"
Despite the soft voice and averted eyes, Chris could feel the blood rush to his muzzle, "A-actually yes, sorry, I just can't get to this zipper. Would you mind helping me out here?"
The cat smiled and nodded, "Of course, please turn around and I'll get you zipped up." The mountain lion turned around and breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least the cat was staying professional about this. At least until the cat's paws traced their way up from his rear til they found the zipper.
"Ah, there it is. Apologies, my eyes always give me trouble under these lights. But there you go, all zipped up and sealed up." Chris turned back around suddenly and found himself nose to nose with the cat, blushing beet red. And that's when Chris heard a small happy sounding chime from his waist, followed by a now familiar soft buzz.
[Arousal detected. Event logged.]
"Gahh what the fuck was that?" The mountain lion jumped backwards, fumbling at his latex covered crotch.
"That's just the sensor logging an event. It will do that sometimes." When Chris looked back up, Jace was already partially out of the door. The cat paused, "Oh, you may wish to know that there's one long zipper around the crotch of the suit. We wouldn't want you to have to call someone every time you needed to use the restroom." The smile vanished and the cat slipped out of the room, leaving Chris to regather his composure and find his way back to his room.
The hallway between the exam room and Chris' room was mercifully empty. The mountain lion began to unpack his clothes into a nearby dresser for a moment, then stopped and looked down at his latex covered abdomen. "I wonder if they expect me to just wear this, or if I can get away with wearing clothes?"
He decided out of habit to finish putting everything away and made a mental note to ask Dr. Jelani or Jace about wearing things over the suit next time he saw one of them. Until then he decided the best thing to do was to get comfortable and start enjoying the facilities. At the very least it would help take his mind off of the very prominent bulge in the front of his lab suit.
The door to the gym opened with its artificially pleasant chime, and as Chris stepped in and tossed his towel onto the rack he exhaled a breath of air in frustration. After 3 days, he'd been able to keep things up well enough, but the lack of outside activities and near-continuous observation had been slowly beginning to wear on the big cat.
Every night, he was watched by the cameras in his room, and had sensors placed on him to monitor how much he moved or twitched while he slept. At least....whenever he actually DID sleep. He'd been denied so many of his usual distractions, that he found himself seeking almost anything to break the monotony. What made matters worse, was that the latex skin suit he was required to wear at all times actually was starting to feel...kinda sexy to him. He still hated the ring around the base of his cock and balls, but even that was a continuous reminder of how he'd not gotten his rocks off in days.
One night, he tried pulling the covers up, and seeing if he could unzip the crotch of the suit to at least feel if his junk was OK, and Dr. Jelani burst into the room with a tablet and night vision goggles to ask Chris to please describe how he was feeling. Right then and there! It was almost too much to take...
The suit itself washed when he washed in the shower, so at least he didn't stink. The sheen of the futuristic "uniform" glinted in the harsh lights of the workout area. The tight-fitting garment had now been on him for the entirety of the time he'd been in this bizarre facility, and he'd also noticed a decided lack of mirrors. As he leaned back onto a weight bench to do some presses, his "equipment" beneath the bulge of the latex second skin shifted and reminded him of the imprisoning ring that seemed like it was getting smaller somehow. It still wasn't painful, but it was one of the most awkward things he'd ever had to wear in his life. Not to mention it was an incredibly annoying and embarrassing "feature" that audibly announced whenever his dick started to get interested in his surroundings.
He looked down at it, his paws trying to adjust it for some better comfort before starting his set. As he looked back up to reach for the loaded bar, a black and white striped mound of latex met his muzzle so closely he almost bumped into it.
"Need a spotter, Chris?" the cheerful voice of Dr. Jelani asked.
The mountain lion jumped slightly with a startle, almost hitting his head on the bar as he rose in surprise. "Fuck... sorry... I didn't see you come in."
Chris was mildly disgusted that the zebra had practically shoved his junk into his face, but as usual was reminded of how secretly jealous he was of the equine species...
[Arousal detected. Event logged.]
...Chris' wide-eyed face said nothing.
"It happens to all of us, no need to fret," the bizarre 'doctor' said with dismissal as he produced a tablet and tapped away some notes. "Our bodies tend to betray us. Come, let's get some reps in. Is the weight where you'd like it?"
"Uh...yeah..." Chris replied, leaning back onto the bench. The zebra's heavy scent hung in the air like warm oats and peat, but with the unusual addition of some kind of spiciness he couldn't quite identify. He flushed, knowing that even if the evil device around his junk hadn't told the whole room, his arousal at the horse's bulge would be given away by his own pheromones anyway. Dr. Jeani's big nostrils flared slightly to inhale deeply, as Chris looked slightly off-center so he didn't need to look into his eyes as he lined up his hands on the bar.
Exhaling on each lift, and inhaling on the lower, Chris went through his first set with practiced motion. On his seventh of ten, his spontaneous spotter decided to add some interrogative commentary. "So, how are you finding the facility?"
"It's OK I suppose. I'm just getting a little bored and..."
"..pent up?" the zebra interjected, finishing his sentence differently in terms of what he planned to say, but replacing it with what he was thinking. The bar came down with a loud CLANG onto the supports as his concentration faltered.
"Look..." Chris spat, sitting up and facing the zebra, who now in full view, appeared only to be wearing a robe and thong. "I don't know what kind of perverted shit you're trying to pull, but I'm just here to get paid so I can go home and get the fuck back to"
"...all the classes you hate and responsibilities you don't want, with the debts you still need to pay?"
"What? No! I just... Look I'm not into...whatever....THIS is..." Chris stammered while gesturing inadvertently directly at the horse's package. "I thought this was supposed to be about a sleep study or something?"
"But it is. And part of it is understanding your behavior, and part of understanding your behavior is getting to the bottom of what you desire out of life. And right now, you want to smell me."
Chris' jaw went slack. He wasn't quite sure what he'd heard actually happened. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said you want to spot me. My turn for a set!"
The mountain lion's head suddenly felt a bit light and spinning. "No that's not...what you... what you said..." His hands steadying himself on the bench. "I... look nevermind, I'll spot you now, sure."
"Thank you," Anton replied matter-of-factly, glossing over the feline's obvious confusion and disorientation as he traded places with Chris after tossing his robe aside.
As he turned to stand above the bench and spot him, Chris suddenly got the full view of the striped horse in the bright light of the room without barely a scrap of clothing. His muscles were huge, and as he went through his own set using the same weight, he seemed barely to break a sweat. The huge nostrils flared with each push, the hot breath spraying across the mountain lion's midsection. The latex on his body cooled as the vapor condensed on its surface each time Anton heaved the bar up and down. In his peripheral vision, the taut covering of the heavy equine male parts jiggled in a way that was utterly impossible to ignore no matter how hard Chris tried.
[Arousal detected. Event logged.]
"FUCK!" Chris blurted, letting the bar lower and suddenly turning to walk away from the bench, his paws on the back of his head in frustration.
"Something wrong, Chris?" Dr. Jelani queried, in a bemused and almost patronizing tone.
"This goddamn thing! I swear I can't deal with this weird shit anymore. I want out of this crap!"
The zebra's hulking shape rose and sat on the bench looking at him. The lashes of his eyes beat as he blinked in calm response. "No, that's not right. What you want is to smell me. Now, come over here, would you please?"
Dizziness again... Chris' head felt as though he'd been put on a tilt-a-whirl for an hour and couldn't get his footing. He staggered forward towards the horse, who quickly caught him. "Just relax Chris, no need to worry. Just rest for a moment, would you please?"
Lowering to his knees, the big cat felt the zebra preventing him from toppling over, and suddenly wanted nothing else but to sleep. Glorious sleep was all he needed. Didn't matter if it was right here, he just needed to shut his eyes for a moment...
"That's it, just like that," the voice cooed, becoming more distant. "Just smell me."
Chris' head was gently taken into the zebra's heavy hands on both sides, and his nostrils found themselves being positioned directly against the thin fabric on the horse's crotch. He exhaled a breath of exhausted relaxation into the soft bulge, and as his lungs began to re-fill themselves, his head was forcibly pressed inwards. The powerful grip from behind his head imprisoned his face between the equine's legs until his view of the world was blocked by the muscular male's groin.
Every bit of air he breathed in was laced with the impossibly strong scent of horse musk. His nose was pressed so firmly into the bulge that the sheath had nearly begun to envelope his muzzle within the shiny material. The porous surface of the thong let everything through; the thick scent was pungent, bitter, and intoxicating, like the hops in a boiler making beer. Chris' eyes rolled back as his world began to fade into slumber amidst the swirling scent of the zebra.
"There we are. Now we can begin the study in earnest, Chris. Let's get you to bed. You'll have a big day tomorrow." The mountain lion's eyelids twitched and eventually closed, and just as he was losing consciousness, an unseen figure pressed something against his buttcheek. The pinch of a needle, and the hiss of an injector, and his lights went out...
By the time morning crept through the lab, Chris was already starting to stir. The mountain lion tossed and turned in his sleep. Despite all appearances to the contrary, the cause of this fitful rest wasn't the latex suit, the soft hissing air of the ventilation, or even quiet repetitive, regular chiming of the ring around his cock. Each chime a muffled [Arousal detected. Event logged.]
It was the dream he was having.
In the dream he was on his knees, a towering zebra stood before him. The zebra's cock dangled in front of the cat's open muzzle, perilously close yet tantalizingly just out of reach. Pearls of clear pre dangled and dripped down onto his waiting tongue, filling the cat's muzzle with the taste of the equine. Dream-Chris moaned, eyes meeting his lord and Master, pleading silently for satisfaction and release.
Instead the zebra leaned down, eyes glowing and reached into Chris, through his chest and into his very essence and tugged. Something came loose, and the dreaming mountain lion shuddered. His body lurched forward as the zebra pulled his hand back out, holding a ball of tan and gold. The lion watched helplessly as the zebra placed this glowing ball of color into a test tube, then placed it alongside more than a dozen others, all dancing with different colors. The zebra turned back to the mountain lion, smiling as the world began to fade into nothing but shades of grey. Only then did the cat hear the zebra speak, his words booming in an overpowering and familiar way.
"Mine now. Wake up, would you please, Chris?"
The cat opened his eyes and shot bold upright, hands clutched to his face. After a moment or two of heavy breathing and steadying himself, he worked up the courage to pull his hands away from his muzzle. An audible sigh of relief filled the room when his eyes confirmed his fur was still a mix of browns and tans. Chris swing his legs over one side of the bed and stood up, stretching himself out while he willed away memories of that dream that lingered fresh in his mind.
It wasn't until his first cup of coffee that Chris realized something was different about him today. The dream had been extraordinarily hot, and he'd thought about it for a good long while. Why hadn't that infernal ring 'pinged' at him? A hand reached down to his crotch and a moment later the cup clanged down on the table, its contents spilling out onto the metal surface as the cat rushed for the bathroom.
The zipper gave way easily, and the waist-height mirror let the cat get a better look at the metal sheath that now enclosed his cock. It held his bits snugly against the ring, which glowed with a small red padlock symbol just at the base of the cock.
"That son of a --" the cat was fuming as he strode the distance between his room and the lab. His cock dangled freely, shown to all who might have been hanging out in the corridor but Chris didn't care. He shoved the lab doors aside as they slid open, threatening to knock them off their tracks.
Dr Jelani looked up from his clipboard and smiled, "Perfect timing Chris, I was just about to send Jace to come get--"
"Explain. This. Now." Using both hands the mountain lion pointed to the device attached to his dick. Brow furrowed he fixed the zebra with a withering glare that seemed to just bounce off Jelani's face as the doctor waved one hand nonchalantly.
"When you passed out in the gym it was obvious to me that you needed additional measures to see you through to the end of your stay here. So in order to make sure the integrity of my data is maintained, we attached additional monitoring equipment to you while you were recovering from your...over-exertion," the doctor turned away from Chris towards the center of the lab, "I think it's probably our fault, really. We should be more careful with our screening questions. Many of our candidates seem to have libido problems. It really messes with the results of our data, so we're forced to take these precautionary steps. I find it actually helps our candidates in the short term to have something else to focus on."
A panel on the floor where Jelani was looking opened up. From beneath it rose a small platform with what looked like a pair of gloves and a vr helmet that looked like a distant relative of the ones that Chris had seen for sale at the GameGo's around town. Where most VR rigs tended to leave the user's muzzle and nose open, this one covered them in a layer of transparent plastic. Various wires and hose ran from the top of the rig into the platform itself, with enough slack that they could clearly be pulled away at some distance.
Chris stared at the rig, dumbfounded, "I suppose you'll be wanting me to put this on my head, right?"
The doctor turned around, that infuriating grin of his already plastered across his muzzle, "Would you please? It would help us so very much with our research. And I think you'll find it most enjoyable."
That hazy, detached feeling crept up over Chris again and his hands moved of their own accord to lift up the headset and slip it up and over his muzzle. A moment of groping about blindly for the gloves, and Chris was soon fully attired and completely unable to see anything beyond the world of this currently offline rig.
"So, uhm....what next?" Chris held out his hands blindly. He felt the warmth of a body close at hand and instinctively moved to step back. A large hand came up front behind and steadied him.
"Careful Chris, it's just me," Jelani's voice came through the headset all around the mountain lion, "I'm just making a few adjustments so the headset sits right...and so that you're not feeling the draft during this session."
Chris' eyes went wide as he realized he'd never bothered to zip his suit up. Suddenly very grateful for the rig's full muzzle coverage, the mountain lion blushed profusely and tried his best not to squirm as the zebra's hands very meticulously closed up the zipper around his suit's crotch.
Jelani's hand steadied him a moment more before vanishing out of the mountain lion's world again, "Okay Chris, we're going to boot up the rig now. We're bringing the brightness up slowly, just relax and breathe normally. Don't worry about focusing on anything right now, just listen. I'm going to bring up a short tutorial and then we'll leave you to choose from the simulation options available. Do enjoy!"
The doctor's voice almost sounded gleeful as he signed off, but Chris didn't have a lot of time to think about it. The inky black void around him was slowly giving way to ripples of slightly less dark deep greys. His entire field of vision was filled with rippling, swaying and soothing darkness accompanied by the soft hiss of white noise. A soft chime rang out and a quiet, androgynous voice began speaking.
"Welcome to the tutorial. We'll begin today with a short breathing exercise to calibrate your physical condition to our onboard sensors. Would you please stand in the illuminated foot prints and place your hands at your sides." Chris wobbled as he looked down, suddenly seeing two light gray beacons within the swirling darkness. He took a step forward, placing one foot into each illuminated area, then placed his hands at his sides as directed. He was rewarded with a soft chime and a shiver down his spine.
"Very good. Would you please match your breathing to the glowing light in front of you for three breaths." Chris' mind wobbled again, that hazy fugue feeling creeping over him as it had the previous night. A softly glowing grey orb appeared in his vision, then shrunk down to a quarter of its normal size. Chris exhaled, and then as the orb began to expand he breathed in. There was a soft whirring noise within the mask and Chris could swear he smelled something sweet and calming. Lavender maybe? The orb seemed to sense when he had fully inhaled and paused, leaving him there for a moment before slowly descending and signaling exhalation. The mountain lion repeated this process three times, each time rewarded by a soft chime and a feeling of greater relaxation.
"Very good. You're doing very well," the voice quietly and cheerfully reminded him, "Now we're going to begin calibration, beginning at your feet. Would you please continue to breathe in and out and focus on the sense of relaxation that's going through your body now. Beginning at your feet, feel them twitch and wiggle, then go limp and relaxed. This feeling will rise as the calibration reaches your ankles and calves, feel them clench....and relax....now up to your thighs...clenching...and relaxing. Floating as the feeling rises up through your stomach and your chest, over your fingers and arms and shoulders now clench...and relax."
Chris' body felt weak and limp, like he was floating on another world. There was a gentle sensation of pressure on his chest, but the voice told him it was natural to feel and he trusted the voice right now. In fact, he couldn't help but feel like all his problems were a thousand miles away. The voice had stopped calibrating now, at his neckline and everything felt amazing.
"Calibration almost complete. Would you like to finish calibration and run [Jelani_Training_025]?" Chris' eyelids fluttered for a moment and the machine prompted again, "Response needed to confirm. Would you please indicate your choice?"
"Yessss please...cmmplltte calbbrrttn" the cat murmured, hoping that the last bit of energy he'd put into making that yes come out in any way coherent. He wanted more of this feeling. It was perhaps the most relaxed he'd felt...ever.
Outside the tank, Jelani smiled, watching as the cat, now immersed up to his neck in body temperature water, floated limply in a tube that had emerged from the floor and slid silently up into the ceiling. He watched a number of readouts, including heart rate and brainwave monitors with a keen sense of satisfaction. "Oh, I do believe our beautiful kitty boy here is ready for a complete calibration, don't you Jace?"
The other cat mewled plaintively. Now that Chris was off in his own world, Jelani no longer had any compulsions about sliding open the rump of the cat's jumpsuit and running his fingers up and down the cleft of Jace's ass.
"Let's begin programming our newest acquisition. Would you please do the honors, Jace?"
Jace wobbled and let out a moan, "Yesss Doctor Jelani." A wavering hand reached out and pressed a big shiny red button. Almost immediately machinery began to humm and Jelani let out an evil chuckle.
"That part never gets old...now then Jace, while our new acquisition is being calibrated, I believe you are in need of some...attention, yes?" A finger slid between those cheeks and teased the cat's hole. The moan of pleasure that followed let Jelani slide another finger into Jace's muzzle, "There's a good kitty toy. Come now, let's find your bedroom..."
Jelani escorted Jace out the door, as the computer monitors in the room shifted to a progress bar currently displaying a blinking green 10%.
"Completing calibration. Running program [Jelani_Training_025]. Would you please go limp and relax. Allow your hands to float and react as needed. You'll now be subjected to visual and auditory stimuli designed to induce a theta-delta response. No further response is needed from user 025. Simply relax and do what you feel is correct to do."
Within the rig Chris' eyes fluttered and he gave a little sigh. They stared, glassy and half-lidded into the rippling void he now floated in, bereft of any tension of desire to do anything beyond listening to the words that were flowing in and out of his head. Words that more and more began to sound like they came directly from Dr. Jelani.
Chris.
It's time to relax.
It's time to sink.
It's time to obey.
Relaxing. Sinking. Obeying.
Over and over.
Dropping deeper and deeper.
Floating down into the spiral.
Just like a good kitten should.
Good kittens like to relax.
Good kittens like to sink.
Good kittens like to obey.
You are a good kitten.
You are relaxing.
You are sinking.
You are obeying.
The words pulsed in and out of Chris' world, flickering in his vision and whispering in his ears. Barely perceptible and yet fully understood by his open and empty mind. His eyelids drooped down, feeling so relaxed and heavy that he could barely keep them open. The machine must have sensed this somehow, because the flashing began to change.
Good kittens submit to the testing.
Good kittens obey Doctor Jelani.
Good kittens want to serve.
That final word sent shivers down the mountain lion's spine. His muzzle drooped open and he let out a loud rumbling moan into the headset. Tongue lolling out one side, thoughts of Jelani's cock pressed up against his face permeated his mind. He could almost see within that spiral, that fat, thick dick he'd had the privilege of smelling oh so recently. He longed for it, wanted to taste it and smell it. Jelani's cock became his entire world.
Outside the world of the headset, a probe began to stir at the bottom of the tank. Silently it rose up and began to position itself a few inches away from where the cat's ass floated. Another probe, this one with a small, delicate pincer claw. It darted in, seeking out and closing its claw over the zipper at the rear of the lion's suit. Slowly it began to slide down, careful to not disturb the hypnotized cat, who barely reacted to its presence, or to the sudden feeling of wetness against his rear. The probe's job complete, it slid back silently into the depths of the tank, leaving the first probe to inch it's way towards its goal.
Good kittens serve by smelling.
Good kittens serve by sucking.
Good kittens serve by submitting to cock.
Chris' nose perked as a familiar scent began to waft into his virtual world. The unmistakable scent of equine musk filled his lungs and nose. This was what he needed to smell now. What his whole world needed to be about. After a few moments there was a soft bump against the front of his muzzle. A probe hanging down from the ceiling of the tank had slid into a connection port within the headset and was presenting itself now as a waiting representation of the zebra's cock. Muzzle already watering from the scent and the words Chris could not help but open up for it, sucking it down eagerly. He could taste the zebra's musk on his tongue. Tangy, sweet, and eager for more, he greedily gulped down whatever the machine fed him.
The probe at his rear slipped a little closer now, nuzzling along between the big cat's ass cheeks, rocking back and forth until finally pulling away and then pressing forward up into Chris' tailhole. Already quite relaxed and kept lubricated by the tank's contents, the probe slipped inside with ease, pausing only a moment or two before beginning to piston in and out very gently.
That's right Chris.
Good kittens serve by smelling.
Good kittens serve by sucking.
Good kittens serve by submitting to cock.
You are a good kitten. You will smell. You will suck. You will submit.
You want to belong.
An explosion of color erupted into Chris's vision. Between the scent, taste, and sensation of being fucked the mountain lion was awash in a most amazing feeling. He could barely pay attention as the program began to tell him in exquisite detail all about the liquids being pumped into his ass and down his throat. All he cared about was this feeling. This feeling of belonging that seemed to suffuse his being. All other cares and worries fell away as the machine began to display a very helpful progress bar, now showing itself a healthy 75% of the way there.
The kaleidoscope of colors gyrated within his view at a pace that varied along with the physical movement of the soft, but insistent objects that plunged in and out of his body. The bright, saturated rainbow of the entire visual spectrum would rotate and fold around itself in a brilliant display of illumination as the smooth, soft probe in the shape of the zebra's sex organ was sliding past Chris' lips. As it slowed while reaching its hilt, the sea of color likewise decelerated before coming to a halt as the big cat's throat became occupied by the toy's un-flared end.
In the middle of each of his eyes' vision, a throbbing circle of green pulsed. Each blink coincided with another jet of liquid. Squirts of the chemical mixtures fired directly down his gullet into his belly from the lewdly-formed probe between his teeth, while warm wet liquid simultaneously sprayed up within his backside from the object occupying his tail opening before the rainbow began to spin once more. As it began to move, the probes lazily dragged out from his openings until they were just barely within him as the colors froze once more. Teasing, testing, and forcing his desire up to the top until Chris could barely stand it, the wicked machinery finally resumed its cycle, massaging his neurons and working its evil plan upon his body and mind.
His body held weightlessly-suspended in the tube, Chris had no contact sensation with anything aside from the two probes which timed their movements to hold him perfectly within the center of the liquid-filled space. When the process had started, each probe was barely thicker than a garden hose; the smooth, well-lubricated devices acting as if they had a mind of their own. The probe beneath his tail continued to pump a slurry of liquid that absorbed into his bloodstream more and more every second, but also served another devious purpose. It's gentle initial entry was merely to let the boy's guard remain down long enough for the brainwashing process to dull his will into sufficient submission. Once Chris' brain had sufficiently sunk into the waters of Dr. Jelani's re-programming routine, things began changing on the cougar very quickly.
80%. The probes both pulled backward, then while just inside his openings, began to inflate. The nearby display which printed a near-constant stream of text logging each of the activities the program was undertaking now included an additional set of serial messages:
<probe status>stretch_routine_01: commence
<probe status>equine_shape.unflared
<probe status>diameter++
<probe status>JelaniCock.equiv_23%
<prove status>insert...
Viewing from below Chris' muscular ass, the probe shifted in appearance to show the medial ring, veins, and tapered shape of a zebra's erect penis, and swelled in size slightly. The increase in diameter pried the cat's buttcheeks open wider before immediately making its entry back up inside him.
Even in his mind-altered state, the athlete's untrained anus twitched with a pang of discomfort as it was violated by the new, larger shape. He managed the tiniest groan before the second probe descended back down his throat to silence him. His eyelids going wide, the visor beamed a new series of swirling colored images right into his visual cortex that shimmered scenes in his brain of luxuriously descending down into Jelani's crotch, tasting that delicious equine flavor, and breathing in nothing but heavy male musk. It was somehow just right... and like every physical challenge he trained for, the stress under his tail was just another course of practice.
Very good, Chris.
Good kittens serve.
Good kittens serve by swallowing.
Good kittens serve by stretching.
Good kittens serve by submitting to cock.
You will take Dr. Jelani's cock.
You will be bred by Dr. Jelani.
You will be bred by Dr. Jelani's harem.
You will obey.
You will serve.
<probe status>equine_shape.unflared
<probe status>diameter++
<probe status>JelaniCock.equiv_37%
<probe status>insert...
A louder moan, followed by a choking sound as Chris' body was violated once more at both ends, the probes gradually working his jaw and anus open wider, and wider each time. Preparing him so that the evil zebra would be able to use his holes any time he pleased.
<probe status>inject...
Every time the objects hilted inside the cougar, glowing liquid pumped through the hoses at their bases to plunge into the cat's body.
90%. The machine was speeding up. Penetrations were no longer gentle, nor was the imagery taking its time in showing everything that was going to happen to the soon-to-be slave to the joys of being a sexual object for the pleasures of his new, glorious master. Chris' lips smiled blankly inside the visor as it informed him of how his body would become perfected for serving. As the widening horsecock shaped toy between his legs furiously pistoned through his aching hole, he was shown the fate that awaited him.
Sexual servitude.
Mindless joy.
Submission to cock.
Addiction to musk.
Physical perfection.
95%.
<probe status>diameter++
<probe status>JelaniCock.equiv_98%
<probe status>insert...
<probe status>equine_shape.FLARE
<ALERT>
<probe status>inject.final
A brilliant, strobing laser show of computed color beamed into Chris' eyes and mind as he screamed in a mix of strained agony and pure ecstasy as his legs were forced wide upon the now fully-formed horse cock burying itself inside his bowel, swelling into a broad flare, and gushing heavy liquid up into his abdomen mercilessly. His automated chastity device suddenly released itself to fall to the bottom of the tube with a metallic clank. His freed penis immediately began jetting milky ropes of yellow-white semen into the liquid of the tank that floated like clouds in front of his abdomen. The orgasm ripped through his mind as he roared into the confines of the visor, and his neurons rocketed electricity through the pleasure centers of his mind. Repeated over and over in his ears and his vision as he came harder than he'd ever in his life was a single word:
Serve. Serve. Serve. Serve....
Nearly sobbing from the overload upon his body and psyche, the big cat's body trembled and shook while it free-floated in the tube, the last of the chemical mixture from the flared probe under his tail having been delivered. The cock toy in his muzzle pushed in one last time, satisfying the needy cat's empty lips that now firmly suckled upon its length hungrily, but lazily. His exhaustion quickly overtaking him.
The device under his tail began to shrink, allowing his inner walls a gentle recovery to their normal, albeit well-stretched shape, until it had returned to its small original size, and slipped out from his asscheeks easily, leaving a trail of bright orange liquid that occasionally leaked from his cleft into the water.
His mind soon became quiet, drained of all its personality and energy, and his eyelids began to droop as the visor dimmed its display, allowing Chris to drift off to sleep. A set of supports rose from the floor and positioned themselves beneath his shoulders as the liquid began to drain around his body. Robotic tendrils began tending to his body. One closed the zipper on the seat of his suit, while another lifted a replacement chastity cage into place. His cock was slipped into a solid silver tube that forced his member downward, while the base of the device locked around his testicles. The entire object was covered in glittering diamonds that shone in the harsh lights of the room. Soon, Chris would regard it as a prized possession that he had earned, and rejoice in the needful control of his own organ.
Engraved upon his new jewelry was another surprise: his new name. The kitten would only see it when granted permission, however, so for now a tiny manipulator probe zipped back up the front of his catsuit to hide it away for safekeeping.
99%.
The chemicals percolating inside his body nearly having finished their work, the cougar was gently laid down onto a flat, cushioned slab inside the room that arose from a section of the floor. The semi-conscious new addition to Dr. Jelani's staff of servants gently groaned and stirred, his paws clenching and splaying as he stretched out like the big feline he was.
Chris lay there on the slab, dozing softly. His mind felt a step removed from the rest of the world. He knew he was in the lab. His eyes identified Doctor Jelani easily as the massive zebra walked into the lab, but he didn't move. The part of him that would have been angry at the treatment he'd just received had vanished in that tube. Instead he lay there, staring ahead feeling empty, blank, and placid. Waiting for orders that he knew would come. Orders that would bring bliss.
"Ah, good Chris. It looks like the relaxation procedure worked very well. Go ahead and sit up. Tell me - how do you feel?" The zebra held a small pen light up in front of Chris' eyes and moved it side to side, watching as the pupils reacted just like they were supposed to.
"I feel...good Dr Jelani. Relaxed and ready to serve and obey." The grin on Jelani's face grew. He adjusted himself and continued the examination, picking up a ball from a nearby table and tossing it to Chris.
"Catch." The feline's hand shot out and snatched the ball out of the air and then returned to his lap. Jelani approached and tapped his knee, watching as it jumped, "Well no sign of diminished reflexes. Good boy, Chris."
The praise elicited a moan of pleasure out of the mountain lion. Chris arched his back, eyes rolling back into his head briefly. Inside the chastity device, the mountain lion's cock began to stir again. Jelani smiled, "We're almost done here, Chris. Then we can introduce you to the others. I have a longer term study group for kitties like you. I believe you've met one of them already."
Chris looked up just in time to see Jace walk in. The latex-clad feline slid up to the right of Dr Jelani, arms behind his back, "Chris, if you'll come with me, I look forward to introducing you to the others."
Chris rose on unsteady feet, wobbling slightly as he took his first few steps. Jace leaned in and offered a paw of support only for the mountain lion not to need it. Once he was certain Chris was following, Jace lead the other cat through a side door out of the lab and into another area of the complex. In his dazed and empty state Chris followed along, the complex becoming one maze-like corridor that his brain just refused to understand the layout of. Finally, after a couple of minutes of walking the pair arrived at their destination. Jace tapped in a code and the door slid open into inky blackness.
It took Chris' eyes a moment to adjust to the lower light level inside. It was a large-ish room compared to the rest of the compound, but where the lab was very sparingly decorated, this room was lavishly furnished. Beds and couches broke up the room, with small lamps providing mood and area lighting throughout the room.
Several other figures, all feline, lay sprawled out lazily across the various beds and couches, their heads craned towards the door to inspect the new arrival. Slowly they got up and approached Chris and Jace. Chris began to nudge backwards nervously until he bumped up against Jace. The cat leaned in, nuzzling at Chris' neckline, "There's no need to worry here, Chris. You're among peers here. Just relax, Chris. Relax and let us welcome you into our little group."
The door slid shut as the other kitties closed in around him, each of them smelled different, and yet a little bit the same. There was that tinge of earthy musk, that smell Chris could not help but associate with Jelani. It was in their fur, and on their tongues as one by one they leaned in to sniff and lick and kiss him. Chris felt his knees grow weak and his body buckle under their gentle but insistent ministrations. Jace's paws pressed him forward and he fell into the group's waiting arms.
His catsuit was stripped off as he was manhandled onto a nearby bed. A mass of writhing furry bodies surrounded him. Paws stretched his arms out and kneaded away any tension, while his head was cradled, whispering words of obedience and bliss into his mind. Another pair of paws cupped his caged cock and lifted up his rear, while a muzzle slipped in and began to lick at his perineum briefly before going lower, tongue swirling around his sensitive and stretched tailhole.
"Take your time, all of you. We have all night before Master comes to claim him," Chris stifled down a moan when he heard that, only to have a gray-furred tiger invade his muzzle with a kiss before straddling his head and pressing the tiger's own caged cock up against Chris' muzzle. The scene before him devolved into an ocean of moans and other noises. Time ceased to have any meaning. There was only the ever-present now, and the tongues and muzzles and paws around him, all making him feel _good_. There were only the words: "serve, obey, submit to Dr Jelani." Over and over again until Chris was awash in bliss.
One by one his fellow study-mates introduced themselves to him. Chris learned about each; how to make them moan, where they liked to be touched, what they wanted to do to him. His exhausted body recuperated in their arms, feeling coddled and held in this warm fuzzy pile of cats whose minds had undergone the same treatment. Eventually the snuggling slowed and the cats around him began to doze off, leaving Chris blissfully floating among this mass of sleepy bodies. They lay like this for some time, until at last the door opened again to reveal the frame of Dr Jelani, holding a clipboard and wearing very little else.
As the wicked zebra strode confidently into the room, all of the cats dozing lazily began to slowly rise. Some stood, others rolled on their sides and relaxed with their head resting on a paw. The doctor's travel through the mass of barely-clothed male felines was marked by their communal stirring, with his striped face turning with a smile to greet them each in turn. Occasionally he stopped to inspect his favorites, making notes on his clipboard in between gropes and fondles.
Chris pushed his torso up and looked down along his toes towards the creature that now owned his entire existence. His mind empty of any thoughts except for the comfort and joy he felt being in this room with his feline brothers, and the anticipation of serving his master. His former petulant grimace at the sight of the zebra replaced by an expression of adoration and relief, he crawled up into a kneeling position resting on his hands, the mountain lion's bejeweled loins nestled between his thighs.
"Good morning, Master Jelani!" everyone in the room echoed in unison, addressing the harem leader in proper title and order. His programming still new and settling into his mind, Chris' timing was ever so slightly delayed. The delay brought the master's attention directly to him with a bemused smile, the dark eyes fixed directly in line with those of his newest conquest. He noted down something upon his clipboard before placing it down upon one of the many cushions that littered the shadowy theatre. The enormous bulge between his legs swiveled and bounced as he approached, barely contained by a thin piece of purple material strung about his loins.
"Why yes. Good Morning to you too, Elias. How are you settling in with your new brothers? Have they been making you feel welcome?"
The big cat's face twisted for a moment, his memory conflicted. Was that his name? The Master had called him that, so it must be. Surely his name was something else before, wasn't it? A powerful hand touched his cheek, drawing his confused expression upwards into the zebra's piercing gaze. "Don't fret. Don't think. Just answer. Did you feel nice with your brothers, Elias?"
...yes, it must be...
"Y--yes... Master Jelani... Forgive me, but, is Elias my name?"
The evil equine chuckled, and traced a finger upwards from the kitty's chest along his neck and out over his chin. "Sit. Spread your legs. Look down upon your new gift and tell me what it says."
His trigger phrase was no longer required. The tan-furred feline obediently swiveled his legs in front and sat without hesitation. His long, luxurious tail was swishing instinctively to assist his balance, as well as highlight the Adonis-like curvature of his lower back and rump. His toned legs pushed themselves apart to prominently display the glittering cock cage locked over his imprisoned manhood, which he looked downwards along his naked torso to inspect.
"It says 'Elias,' Master Jelani."
"Very good, and since that is your gift from me to you, whose name is written upon it?"
"My name," the lad responded with a slight whimper in his voice.
The zebra took hold of the silver device and casually manipulated it. "Which means your name is..?"
"Elias, Master Jelani."
The meaty lips of his owner pressed down upon his forehead and left a loving kiss upon it. "Good boy. Now, as all your brothers know, it is time for you to join them forever. Are you ready to become my property for the rest of your life, Elias? Are you ready to never again need to pay bills, work a job you hate, or worry about where your next meal will come from?"
The other members of the harem were slowly descending upon the punchdrunk mountain lion. Soft padded hands were being laid upon his body, stroking his head, shoulders, chest and legs as his eyes dilated into thoughtless obedience. His cock was once again beginning to strain inside the cage that firmly held it in chastity. A moan crept into the tone of his reply: "Y-yes, Master Jelani. I am ready to be yours."
The hands began to push, grip, and tug. His body was being manipulated, turned over and bent. Elias gave no resistance in return, and welcomed the loving touch of his brothers as they positioned him comfortably on his back atop the comfortable cushion at the center of the space. He felt the luxurious material of the bed slide over him as he was pulled towards the edge of the furniture. His empty-headed expression allowed his eyes to roll about in their sockets like lost marbles while a slender cheetah lifted one of his legs behind the knee, and a white tiger did the same with the other. Paw pads stroked every inch of him as Elias' knees reached his chest and were held fast. His "jewelry" and soft anus fully exposed, his body was now helpless before his master, presented like a gift to be plundered. Of course, this was precisely what he'd become.
"How delectable you are, Elias. So vulnerable and soft. You will please me so well. What a worthy addition to the company of your new brothers you are," the zebra stated plainly, but with a hint of affection. His hands taking hold of the cat's inner thighs and sliding them up to his groin to trace his lewdly spread open taint. A single thick, and heavily oiled finger touched at the well-stretched tail opening and pressed inwards, prying at the edge of the tender ring and pulling to the side, causing it to open and flex in response.
In Elias' mind, there was no question that he was Jelani's property. His previous identity almost completely buried beneath his new programmed reality, the cougar now felt only joy in looking forward to his life as a plaything to the powerful striped horse. No cares or worries, only joyful servitude and lust. He shivered, feeling his exposed privates molested, and let out a needy moan as his ring was tugged open. A set of sharp fangs gently sank into the flesh of one of his ears as the other chastity-bound members of the harem began to feed off of the building lustful energy of the Master and his newest toy.
"All of your brothers here can accommodate me at either end, at any time. You will soon too, my little pet. For now, however, the machine has given you a leg up on that process." Even as Jelani spoke, a small dribble of the evil orange chemical from the tube oozed from the cat's pried open sphincter, and ran down along his cleft to his tail. "Now, relax. I'm going to use your body to please myself. You might enjoy this, but my pleasure is all that matters. Make all the noise you wish, because after I cum inside of you, your body will permanently cease to be yours."
As he was speaking, Jelani was removing his supporting undergarment to finally reveal his heavy sheath and jet black hairless scrotum. The purple material appeared to do little more than hold the thick greasy lubricant inside the sheath's opening, because milky liquid started to pour out around the cockhead which emerged from hiding, like a massive, slimy snake. Two other members of the harem approached the zebra at either side and began to stroke the elongating penis to apply more of the heavy lubricant along its veiny shaft, as well as to add more pleasure to their master's experience.
The words that were meeting Elias' ears should have horrified him, but they did not. They settled into the wrinkles of his brain like the pieces of a well-cut puzzle, interlocking with his consciousness on such a deep level that it was as if he'd never wanted anything more in his life than this. His breath quickened as he felt the presence of the white tiger's muzzle that had made out with him earlier licking his cheek, before whispering softly into his ear.
"When the Master takes you, the change is complete. Join us."
Hot, wet, and throbbing flesh pushed in between Elias' cheeks and oozed against his anus. He felt the zebra's heartbeat under his tail, as the massive equine phallus poised itself against his helpless opening. Jelani nickered softly under his breath, just loud enough for it to be audible as he ground his meat in circles against the boy's backside, soaking his ring in precum and slimy lubricant to make it messy, and pliable.
"Excellent..." the horse uttered tersely, before leaning in and applying pressure. His unflared cockhead aimed directly at the center of Elias' tail star, the big cat started to feel the intensity of being penetrated by a horse directly, instead of in the stupor of the hypnosis machine. His ring spasmed and began to ache, and a loud gasp escaped his muzzle. He tried to lower his legs, his body beginning to writhe and squirm to escape the violation ascending into his torso but he was held fast. The enormous tiger and a white lion bolstered the other kitties that held his legs against his chest to ensure that Jelani's entry into the young cougar was uninterrupted.
Whimpers at first, moans second, and a loud scream of pain mixed with lustful need came third. Elias yelled out as his ass felt as though it was being split. The striped horse had entered his body and was continuing to insert his shaft inch after inch. Jelani leaned in and took the cougar by the shoulders, clenched his abdomen and groaned as he pushed more and more horseflesh into the helpless harem cat beneath him. His long, wicked smile stared down at his new prize with his eyes open, relishing the straining and moaning creature as he plowed his way up into his asshole. The hot, throbbing tip met Elias' inner sphincter, the mountain lion now panting hard and heavily between moans and yells, trying to catch his breath. Skillfully, the horse twisted his hips to re-position his cock inside his victim's tunnel as he'd done hundreds of times before, and renewed his insertion to violate the male's bowel, using him like a yowling feline flashlight.
"Yeeeees!" Jelani called out in a loud voice to be heard over Elias' howling moans "You will do so very nicely my friend!"
"PLEASE!" the big cat shrieked, wide eyed and with all of his claws extended... "I NEED IT ALL!"
The Master lowered his lips to the cat's muzzle and spoke plainly. "I know you do. And you will always get everything you need from now on." With a neighing laugh, Jelani thrusted inwards one last time, plowing all the way into Elias' colon until the two heavy black orbs between his legs pressed into the cat's backside. Hilted within him, the Master did not pull back, or begin thrusting. He knew that even though his chemicals had made the kitty's insides able to hold him, the boy needed a great deal more practice before he could thrust through his tunnel with abandon.
Elias was so impossibly tight, the penetration still stretching the cougar to the limit. His breathing had become ragged and uneven as he strained to accommodate the Master, his body violated in ways he never could have imagined as he glanced downward to see the protruding bulge of the horse's manhood from his abdomen. He'd taken the entire cock of his Master like a good harem slave. His overwhelmed mind was awash with a mixture of satisfaction and horror as his butttcheeks clenched and squirmed around the telephone pole of flesh that was pulsating invisibly inside his body.
"Ralanth. Attend to your Master. Make me cum inside your new brother."
The tiger alongside Elias smiled and rose, leaving the quivering mass of mountain lion to continue moaning and writhing around the cock that imprisoned him in place. He bowed towards Jelani, who barely even acknowledged him, before kneeling behind the zebra. The Master lifted his tail, showing his puffy equine donut to the tiger, who immediately assaulted it with his tongue. Jelani lifted his head and sighed as his slave's muzzle pushed into his backside and swirled the raspy feline tongue around and into the horse's opening.
Elias kept struggling against the harem cats holding him fast, but knew it was helpless. He didn't want to escape, he just didn't know what else to do with his body in that moment. His eyes would alternately firmly close, then pop wide open as he felt the zebra's tip somewhere around his navel begin to engorge. He was shaking his head in desperation, knowing what was going to happen and wanting it more than anything, but terrified it would somehow be his end. He felt the subtle movement of Jelani's hips from the tiger's attention to his behind within his gut as the shifting position of the horseflesh tormented his ruined inner walls. He could see the Master's shoulders clenching, and the powerful buttocks flexed around the tiger's maw as his orgasm approached.
After what seemed like hours to Elias, Ralanth finally pushed his tongue deep into his master and pressed against the spot he'd been trained to, pulling the trigger on the loaded gun inside of the mountain lion. The flare inside him expanded to its full girth as the zebra tossed his head up and down amidst a series of feral equine laugh-like shouts. As he roared out and strained against the hands holding him down with renewed vigor, Elias felt a hot, tingling injection of cum erupt within him and begin pumping hard through his bowel. He began tossing his head left and right, losing control and stretching his claws out to try and instinctively obtain grip on absolutely anything nearby. His bladder gave into the pressure upon it, and the jeweled cock cage began to emit a yellow spray against the belly of the equine buried within him. The liquid poured over their bodies without changing the Master's expression at all.
The zebra's breath was heavy and quickly-paced as he glared menacingly down at the helpless cat he was pumping full of semen, his balls pulling up to his groin and unloading into the boy like a firehose. As the Master's seed gushed through Elias' asshole, the cat's fur began to change. A monochromatic spot began to appear on the rusty yellow color of his luxurious coat, right where the bulge of the horse's flare resided. As Jelani filled his prize with gush after gush, the area without color expanded and grew larger. Everyone in the room watched knowingly, with evil smiles as the big cat slowly lost all the tone of his fur. Still moaning and straining to contain the spraying phallus of his new owner, Elias did not notice that fact that his fur was becoming ashen until Jelani spoke to him once more between panting breaths.
"Give yourself to me, Elias. Look at the body that is no longer yours, and give yourself to me forever."
Elias looked at his Master, his jaw open and panting, then looked down. His eyes widened, their whites showing as his dream came true. All color vanished from his coat as he felt his belly gurgle with the sticky cum of his owner. It had not dawned on him until now, but none of these other cats were genetically colorless. They'd all been changed by Dr. Jelani. They were all just like the zebra, and now so was he. His gasp of shock was interrupted by another bestial feline roar as the zebra laughed, and pulled back with his hips to drag the flared tip of his phallus out through the boy's tunnel. Emerging with a loud, sickening slurp, the deflating member flopped down to hang limp between Jelani's legs and began making a pool of semen below him.
Elias felt the hands release his body as he rolled onto his side in impossible relief at the removal of the pole of flesh from his body. His hole gushed a fountain of cum that ran down and soaked his fur and the bed below him, running over the edge to the floor as his now-grey backside drained itself. Exhausted he stared up at his Master, his god of a zebra who had claimed him, body, mind, and spirit. Jelani smiled and looked down at the new grey mountain lion, "Well done Elias. Welcome to your new life."
Elias smiled. His head went limp and he rested, safe in the arms of his Master.
Some days later.
The soft pitter patter of pawpads against computer keys filled the dim lab. Elias sat at his desk, dutifully typing out an email to several promising candidates.
"Dear <<Candidate>>
We are writing to thank you for expressing your interest in our new line of feline virility enhancement products. We believe that you are an ideal candidate for the study. Be advised that this study consists of a seven day stay in our inpatient facility. Please review, print, and sign the attached waivers, and call the number below to schedule your study."
Elias signed off on it using the company signature, and after double checking the mailing list hit the send button and stood up to stretch when he noticed Master Jelani in the doorway. His arms dropped to his sides, paws clasped behind his back, tail stilled down to only the subtlest twitch.
"Elias, bring me the list of candidates for our next study. I'd like to have a look at them," The zebra grinned and turned to head back to his office. Rather than reply, the feline rose dutifully sat back down at his desk and began typing. A moment later the office printer began to hum softly. It took a few minutes, but soon the files were printed, collated and ready for the feline's Master.
"Here you are sir, all compiled based on your requirements and sorted according to the metrics you requested. Eight in total, but I believe you want this one," the feline tapped the very top folder, "based on the previous history of samples chosen for this particular study." There was a slight twitch in his tail as he said that, but the rest of his body remained almost completely still, perfectly composed. "If I may be excused, Sir, I believe you'll want to take time to deliberate on those files."
The zebra nodded and smiled, "Of course, Elias. Here, I think you'll need this," a pair of small keys sailed through the air into the waiting paws of his assistant. Elias tail twitched again, visibly trembling this time, "Do enjoy yourself, but not too much. I'll be along shortly to see to your enjoyment personally."
Elias nodded and bowed low, "Of course, Sir." He turned to head towards the communal space where his brothers awaited him. According to Jace, Master would take his time in selecting the next study candidates.
"Oh, you'll do nicely." Elias allowed himself a brief smile as he heard his Master's voice from the other room. Before him, a hoard of needy yowls greeted the cougar slave. He stepped inside and embraced them, letting the door close behind him with a soft 'click.'
"You'll do very nicely indeed."