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Disarmament Rehabilitation Program

The four big bovine guards guided his burly Lion into the lab, to undergo the 'Disarmament Rehabilitation Program.' Bulging out in all the right ways, and with a thick dark mane and huge muscles. Rak'tharr the Lion was the undisputed king of the lock up, and everyone knew it. Ling the doctor, on the other hand was as soft as the big Lion was hard. A broad boneless olive drab face, complete with ten inch tall eye stalks, examined the warm-blooded mammal as he was led into the room. The big burly guards shove the powerful feline into the room, and then back away their eyes never leaving him. Rak'tharr smirked even the screws respected and feared him. The guards exited, giving the two of them their privacy. As the slug bows in his strange boneless way, most graciously to the most dangerous fur he'd ever faced. "Greetings, Rak'tharr..."

The big feline smiled a ferocious sneering smile, as he stared down at the soft-bodied Doctor. This one was no threat... the big feline thought at once... he could easily pulp that soft body with his bare paws. This 'Disarmament Rehabilitation Program' was obviously going to be another joke. Just like locking him up with smaller weaker males, to stop him from raping and killing had been. "Ello..." The big Lion snorted dismissively, as he strolled into the room, and looked for somewhere to sit down. A simple medical table was all that was there, bolted to the floor; but able to twist and recline.

"Welcome to the Disarmament Rehabilitation Program..." The slug droned dolefully as he went through the Lion's paper work. "I believe that you will find the next hour or so to be very pleasant, perhaps the easiest way to get out of prison you will ever discover." The boneless Doctor droned on in his flat monotone voice, that was designed to put his clients to sleep. "I'm going to start off by giving you a physical examination." The Doctor explained, and then seeing the big Lion's expression added. "If you don't mind, would you please strip?"

"Yeah whatever... gets me outta here faster." The huge burnt golden feline grunted, stripping off his dirty prison Tee shirt. And then buttoning his dingy blue denim prison issue jeans, he kicked them off neglectfully. Having no fear of being naked he wore no under garments; those only got in his way when he was horny. "So I complete this and they're goina let me just walk out huh?" He grunted his mind running over the names of jurors he planned to pay a visit too.

"Indeed so" The slug Doctor agreed pleasantly as he admired the Lion massive male accoutrements . "You will feel like a new fur once we have completed... I assure you. A changed male... heh." The slug's eye stalks bobbed up and down that big virile male body, as he sets his clipboard down on the table.

"Oh I'm sure..." Rak'tharr sneered playing along with the crap... anything to get out here. He had furs to do... and do brutally until they begged him to just rip they guts out. But he wouldn't of course, because they'd be to full of his cum... and that would be just to messy...

"I'm going to take your pulse and temperature first." The slug explained, as he moved up to the Lion placing a monitor clip on his right index finger. "That with record your pulse, temperature readings will have to be done... anally." He explained with calm cool professionalism. "I apologize if it is an inconvenience or discomfort for you."

The word anally brought the big Lion out of his gory day dream. "Anally... what you mean up my ass?" The big feline growled low and dangerously. "Aint no one ever been up this ass!" Rak'tharr snarled ready to grab the slug and twist him in half... but then thought better of it. "No ones goina know... right... Doctors are like lawyers they can't tell nothin'!" The big Lion grunted, thinking to get out of prison he'd do about anything.

"Of course, my patients confidentiality is my own." The slug assured in that droning monotone that was so lulling to the big feline. "It will be as unintrusive as possible. Although... if no one has even been up your ass, you should consider also allowing me to examine your prostate." The slug wheeled so dully that big Lion nodded his head almost automatically. "You wouldn't want to have a surprise case of cancer, and it's a very simple examination."

"Yeah... That's right NO ONE NEVER!" Rak'tharr snarled dangerously to emphasize his point. "But ok sure... you can do that too... I don't want no cancers." The big feline grunted knowing he wasn't ready to die, and having enough sense to fear cancer. The slug had three long, thick fingers on each hand, and he moved up behind the naked Lion. One hand wraps around that long tawny tail, and pulled it up and to one side. The big tawny feline nodded, not really understanding everything the slug was saying about prostates. But he did understand that the slug wouldn't be able to tell anyone about any of this ever.

"Very well... now just bent over the table... legs slightly spread, toes slightly inwards." The slug explained as the Lion slowly took the position, but feeling decidedly uncomfortable. He'd had far to many lesser males in it; and knew what it was for.

"I'm only doin' this cuz I wanta!" He growled dangerously one again, even as he took of that passive position.

"Of course... this is your choice." The slug assured in his droning voice. "Anytime you wish to refuse treatment you may... you will simply be returned to your cell. No questions asked and no ill feelings. However I assure you, I am doing this only to help you." The slug explained slowly, as one of those thick, slimy fingers presses along the Lion's ass crack, leaving a cool wet smear. Indeed the slug was leaving a trail on the floor over where he slithered, and his body glistened with the slime it natural secreted. He watched the cute tight pink button flex and flinch as the Lion reacted to the coolness. The tip of that long, tube like finger nestled against that hot tightly drawn sphincter. It touched, and pushed inwards not painfully at all. The slug, as the Lion would find out later, secretes an enzyme that deactivates nerves from sending out sensations of pain. Those slick secretions could do other things, as well; all of which will be revealed soon. The Lion's anus spreads, with cold, wet, ease; the muscles being sedated and relaxed by the slime that soaked through the inner membrane.

"Ammm Hmmmm..." Rak'tharr snorts derisively, but maybe the Doc was being honest... 'He's not a Con...' The Lion reminded himself feeling a little better... until he realized that the slug's finger was inside of him. It hadn't hurt at all; in fact he'd barely noticed it. Without thinking the big feline tried to clamp his sphincters shut, feeling very upset that he'd been penetrated so easily. "Ahem... so how's it lookin' no cancers right!?!" He rambled trying to get his mind of the thought of what was being done to his butt. The slug Doctor probed deeper, the Lion's hot ass feeling stretched, even if there was no pain involved. The broad, boneless tip mashed against Rak'tharr's over inflated prostate, and covered it in a wet thick slime. The slime is the equivalent of liquid catnip, one part Viagra, one part Prozac, one part ecstasy. The big Lion will be feeling really good, and really randy, in only a few minutes. That finger is withdrawn smoothly, leaving the Lion's ass tingling and empty feeling. Rak'tharr moaned softly as the probing finger was swiftly withdrawn, the moan sounding decidedly wimpish and familiar to the power rapist. He'd heard it many times from his own rape victims... the sound made him angry. He wasn't no ass slut... still his ass felt tingly and empty without something in it.

"It seems you are completely without mars on your prostate... A very healthy... if, uh, enlarged specimen. I take it that, based on that and the engorged state of your testicles. That inmates are no longer allowed to masturbate in the showers?"

"Errr... what?" The powerful Lion grunted looking at the slug confused for a long moment. The slug took one of the Lion's paws, and pushed the fingers into his own palm. It felt cool and slippery, sheathing over those fingertips. "Unsheathe your claws, please."

"Masturbate... hell I aint jerked off since I was a cub... I got cell bitches ta get me off, and I go about four times a day!" The big Lion boasted as he unsheathed his claws. The slug nods in understanding, as the big predator admits to raping his cellmates. Lowering his head and kissing the Lion's paw, one finger at a time. He sucks on those fingers, his mouth very slick and gooey, wrapping around the finger tip coating it in slug slime. There is a strange tingling sensation, as the claw detaches it's self at the base. Coming loose in the slug's mouth, before he moves to the next finger. The Lion not even realizing what was happening, especially with the tingling spreading through his hot loins and the beginnings of an needy itch from his rear. It's been a long time since the Lion had been drunk, but that's exactly what he was feeling like now. Drunk, happy, horny all at the same time... and completely distracted.

"Other paw, please..." The Doctor mumbled as he spits the Lion's deadly claws into a plastic container.

"Hehehe..." The big Lion chuckles as the slug's mouth plays over his fingertip's... but it is the feeling in his sheath that holds his attention. His big male organ is throbbing... growing... he'd only gotten off once today. Before the guards had put him in that room alone. He shifts back and forth from side to side, as the arousal in his crotch and the tickling in his ass grows more intense. "I got some other things ya can suck on." He grunts sounding intoxicated, and happy as he gives the Doctor his other paw. The holding cell is usually used for eight to twelve hours, before the prisoner is allowed to leave it. To help with processing and to make sure the prisoner is not smuggling anything, or is high. So the Lion is three loads behind, those loads no doubt burning holes in his nuts to get out. As the slimy gel drys out against his prostate, it begins to itch something terribly. Rak'tharr's rump beginning to clench, wanting something back inside it. Really wanting another coating of that drug like slug slimy. The other claws are sucked out of their sockets, and the slug subtly spits them into a plastic baggy on the side, to be given over to the proper authorities later.

"Now, if you'll have a seat on the table, and lift up your feet, so I can have a look at them..." He asks softly as the very passive feeling, Lion makes quite a sight, legs in the air, aroused crotch throbbing hotly, wanting attention all over. The slug rests a hand against the table, a fingertip nestling against that furry rump once again. Rak'tharr was confused; he was not use to being in such a position. And even as intoxicated as he was, felt that something was very very wrong here. Even as he begins to rub his tail hole against that slimy finger tip... moaning softly as he feels the slugs finger against his furry rump hole. And unable to resist impales himself on that smooth slick digit.

"Uhum what are ya goina do now?" The big Lion moaned hardly recognizing the needy pleading voice as his own. As the slug slithers that finger inside of him, the pleasure of fullness returning. The big Lion gasps and moans in pleasure, as the slug's long finger slithers up into his formerly virgin anus. The itch disappearing, as the slug re slimes that now very swollen throbbing prostate. The finger remains, and he begins to prod and poke it against the big Lions pleasure gland. Tingling bursts of pleasure filling Rak'tharr's loins and belly. The big feline panting and beginning to hump himself on that invading digit.

"Wha... what the fuck?" Rak'tharr growls confused by his own sluttish reaction... he wasn't some butt bitch damn it! But it felt soooooo good and he needed to cum sooooo badly. And it wasn't like the Doctor could ever say anything... While the slug'a other hand moves to the Lion's left foot, bringing it to his mouth. Where he makes a show of slurping on all five toes at once. Rak'tharr's claws tingle, tickle as they slither out of their sheaths and are gone. Then to the other foot slurping it in the same, gentle yet disarming way.

"Well... right now." The Doctor paused to look over his big patient... and then answered honestly. "I'm disarming you... rehabilitating you so that you can rejoin the populace. Tell me Lion, do you feel angry, violent right now?" The big Lion gasps and moans in pleasure as the slug's long finger slithers up into his formerly virgin anus.

"Errr disarmin'?!?" The big Lion mumbles confuse and intoxicated too much, to really understand what the slug was telling him. "Nawww... I feel good... Damn good... just I aint sure... wha..." The predator's toe claws are placed in a small bag, left to the side for processing, beside the first bag. The finger worms deeper, the greasy slime filling the Lion's rump, making it oooh so slippery and inviting.

"I will need to examine your teeth." The slug explained softly. "The easiest way to do this is with my own mouth... do you understand?" He asked in that droning sleepy monotone as the big deadly Lion just nodded. "You may want to close your eyes for this... most do." The slug advised as his finger fucks in and out, stroking the Lion's big oversensitive gland, deep inside him.

"Wit your MMMMMOOUUU..." Rak'tharr repeats knowing this is very strange, and out of place sounding. But then he'd never been to a slug Doctor before. And for some reason he couldn't understand he was feeling very... agreeable to anything the slug wanted. Laying back the normally very aggressive and dominant feline closed his eyes and opened his huge mouth wide. Suddenly a wet slimy toothless mouth presses in against the Rak'tharr's own, and a broad, slimy, mucusy tongue press between the Lion's slack jaws. Pre spills out of Rak'tharr's swollen erection, pooling forgotten on his belly as his loins throb and tense with pleasure.

The slug's mouth basically pushes into the Lion's like a starfish, or like a very wide soft penis. It presses in, and begins to suck on one tooth after another, enfolding it and nursing. Wiggling them, as it goes, each tooth begins to loosen in its socket. Disarming the Lion, the slug tugs each soft, loosened tooth from the Lion's gums, without even a drop of blood being spilled. He presses that finger firmly against the Lion's prostate, walking a fine line here as he emasculates the feline's mouth. Rak'tharr pants and moans through his nose, bucking and rubbing his erection organ against the slugs slimy body. His hip's riding that invading finger wildly, as the sensation of being kissed and filled by that strange tongue makes him feel soft and sensitive for the first time in years. Teeth slurped out, the Lion is just a gummicat, now, with nary a blade or claw, fang or molar in sight! But he's still dangerous in other ways. The cat's teeth are spit into a bag, and put aside, as the slug pulls away to look at the cat's exposed body. Legs spread wide, finger deep inside him, grinding over his gland. The other hand moves, to begin rolling those over sized, overfilled cat balls around, giving them some experimental squeezes.

"Only one more thing to do, and you'll be free to rejoin the outside world." The slug explains softly. "We've got to lighten your load..." The slug's gross mucus drool mouth descends towards them... as Rak'tharr lays back stunned as the slug's mouth is removed from his own. He's unsure of what is happening... but knows he's feeling very very strange.

"Ammmm U'm nut suru..." He groans breathless and toothlessly, as he watches helpless to stop it. As the Doctor's strange mouth slowly, but inevitably descends down over his crotch. Pausing just above those hot needy organs.

"Do you wish me to stop the program?" The Slug asks. "If you feel you don't want the treatment... you are free to go back, and serve the remainder of your sentence." He assures the big feline calmly. The Lion looks down at his cock, oozing like a jar of syrup onto his tawny golden fur, and then to the slug's disgusting looking mouth. Down to his balls, which look tight and hard in their sac, soaked in his manly cream, then to that mouth. Finally, the Lion spreads his thighs and pushes his hips up, his balls jutting against the slug's soft lips.

"Ahhhhhh... Nawwww give me..." Rak'tharr pants lustfully. "Give me the... the full treatment." The big Lion begs, hips humping his cock against the slug's head. As his big fuzzy balls are suckled and tugged into that slimy mouth...even as the slug smirks. Rak'tharr watches, fascinated, horrified, aroused, as those lips move to chug his balls down into that wet, slimy mouth. The slug is not at all surprised by the Lions answer... no prisoner had as yet gotten this far and refused the final treatment. His soft mouth folds over those huge orbs, intimately scouring them. Rak'tharr can't help but feel his cock jerk up, as they are stroked, stretched and kneaded. They begin to tingle something fierce, and then that finger pushes hard against his prostate. He feels his balls slide down, through his sac, which doesn't make any sense. But he feels them slide down and disappear; around the same time he climaxes hard... His cock twitching as spout after spout of sperm less jizm splats over his belly and chest.

Rak'tharr's big powerful body jerks his legs straightening and kicking out, his back arching hips thrusting up. As his shaggy maned head leans back on the tables rubber padding... "Ohooo gods... Ohoooo yeah... that felt so good!" "I needed that so bad!" The big feline moaned... only just now beginning to wonder, if it was something a Doctor was supposed to do for him. "Errr..." The Lion's cock lays spent, thick and red and slowly growing soft on his furry belly. Over that perfectly empty scrotum, which tangles over a debauched anus limply. The slug does not spit its two morsels out this time; instead those disappear down inside of it. Along with all of the other prisoner's organs who have been let out early due to this program.

"Yes indeed you did..." The Slug Doctor agreed amused but not surprised they just about all orgasmed in those last seconds. "Congratulations... you've completed the Disarmament Rehabilitation Program." He announced as his slimy body slithered across the floor to leave the room. As the four big, burly, bovine guards strutted back in... this time naked and grinning sporting huge hard cocks. The Lion just beginning to realize what the slug has done to him. His ass hung wide open... and was all lubed up. And with no teeth or claws... or even testosterone left, there is not a thing he can do. As the four guards circle around him, preparing to rape the once king of the prison. "I'll leave you for reorientation." The Slug Doctor called, as he slithered out of the room, while the horny guard's chuckle lewdly.

"Alright boys... lets get Rehornitatin'!" The lead Bull smirked, as he slowly strolled up to the big Lion. Who is still laying all spread out over the table. "And we don't gotta keep no secrets..." He snickered flipping on a video monitor to feed images of the Lion's reorientation treatment to the rest of the prisoners...

FIN