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The big lion smirked as he sat at the table in front of the court. In spite of the severity of his crimes, he fully expected to get off scot-free. He had, after all, greased all the right palms and made sure things were properly taken care of. As the judge read off the list of crimes, he sat in his chair, a little grin spreading over his muzzle.

He would never admit it, but he sort of relished his crimes. It was the sort of enjoyable, malicious rampage that appealed to the darker nature that he'd harbored since he was a teenager. He enjoyed how other people suffered. And the sounds of a fur--male or female--squirming and crying out of his cock? He just... loved that.

"...counts of rape in the third degree, one count of assault in the third degree, two counts of sexual abuse in the..."

The judge was an older tiger, maybe in his mid-forties but still possessing the powerfully built body of a predator. He looked over at the lion with a trace of contempt on his muzzle as he finally finished the list.

"Will the defendant please rise?"

The lion snapped out of his reverie, then stood up to his full seven feet in height, not bothering to hide the slight erection in his pants.

"How does the jury find?" he judge asked.

The foreman, a little ferret who'd demanded the most money, looked right at the lion. "We find the defendant, Markus Wilde, not guilty," he said flatly.

The lion smiled as the judge banged his gavel.

"While normally, I would not set aside a ruling, I feel that in this case, there is sufficient evidence to do so," the tiger said. The lion's eyes went a little wide as the tiger continued. "Given the severity of these crimes and the overwhelming evidence, I can only assume that jury tampering has occurred. The jury's decision is set aside, and I am entering a ruling of guilty."

The lion's eyes went wide, and his tongue dry. "You little shit, I'll fucking--"

He was cut off by his lawyer, a short, silvery wolf, who silenced him with a quick, harsh elbow. "Quiet. We'll fix this," the whispered quickly.

The judge nodded quietly. " Furthermore, I sentence the defendant, one Markus Wilde, to completely retroactive reprogramming, to be carried out immediately," the judge said flatly. "Chronal level.

The lion's eyes went wide. "What?!" he screamed.

His lawyer stammered a few words as the lion's arms were taken by the two large, bull bailiffs. He was dragged out of the courtroom and down the hall, screaming the entire way. He missed the relived look on his lawyer's face, or the slight smirk on the judge's. The lion's lawyer could, of course, appeal. But by the time he tried, it wouldn't matter.

***

The lion had heard about this before, but he could scarcely believe it was happening until the bulls hurled him into the large, plain white chamber. The horror of the situation didn't strike him until he was strapped to the table tightly, then left alone for nearly an hour before three furs walked in, each wearing what looked like a silvery contamination suit, complete with breather and shaded visors.

They seemed to be moving in a nearly dream-like state as they walked around the room, pressing buttons or dials that the lion couldn't distinguish on the flat, white walls. Eventually, one of them walked over, removing the headpiece from her suit, smiling briefly.

"Hello, Markus," she said, smiling. "I'm Dr. LaRue," she introduced. "We're going to do our best to make this as painless as possible for you," she said.

The lion roared sharply, turning his head and trying to snap at her, which made her take a step back. She sighed softly, then nodded. "Very advanced aggression. We'll have to curb that," she said, sighing and nodding to the other two, who continued to walk and work.

She walked to the side of the table, then slid together two large, metallic orbs, both mounted on short metal bars, to either side of the lion's head. Carefully. She didn't want to be bitten, after all. When she was done, she slowly and carefully cut away the lion's clothes.

"You stupid cunt!" he snapped. "That's a fucking Armani suit!"

She smiled, just a touch sympathetically. "It won't matter soon," she said, patting his round, muscular stomach.

Markus frowned darkly, watching as one of the figures approached, starting to measure him. He frowned as the cold metal touched him, growling harshly. "Fuck are you doing?" he asked.

The figure didn't respond. He just rattled off numbers. "Just over seven feet tall. Three hundred and twenty pounds, roughly. Muscle mass is at nearly sixty percent body weight. Testes are large for the species. Judging from the sheath, I'd say right around a foot. Two inches in thickness."

"Three," the lion sneered.

The figure shrugged, turning away as the barbed tip of the lion's cock poked free, almost as if it was trying to verify the fact. The lapine seemed to notice. "Oh, I wouldn't bother with that," she said. "Those measurements won't matter soon anyhow."

The lion frowned. "What...? What do you mean they won't matter?"

She held her hands apart for a moment, then brought them together. "The judge ordered completely retroactive reprogramming. Chronal level."

He continued to frown at her, a growl growing slowly in his chest.

"Chronal level," she said. "It means we're changing your past. Vastly."

He frowned, then jerked on the restraints. "You can't do that! That's... that's tampering with... with history!" he screamed.

"No," she said. "In this room? It's just tampering with you. But don't worry. You'll have a whole new identity when you leave. Everything Markus Wilde was will die in this room, but you... you get to live," she said, smiling encouragingly.

He spat at her, directly in her face. She wiped it away and sighed. "I wish you could understand... this is a kindness," she said flatly, reaching over and pressing a button.

The lion felt a weird, fuzzy feeling at the edges of his head. He felt... like he was floating for a moment. He wanted to rub his eyes, but his hands were bound, and when she spoke--

"Markus, this field will compel you to speak the truth about certain events. It's inadmissible in court, as its considered an invasion of your right not to incriminate yourself, but now that you've been sentenced..." She smiled a little.

"Markus, can you tell us how you lost your virginity?"

The lion laughed, then nodded. It was a point of pride for him. "I was fourteen," he started. "Mandy... Mandy Eisen," he murmured. "She was the principal's daughter, and she was... well... not daddy's girl. I was the rookie on the football team, and she prided herself on breaking all of the football players in," he said, the words simply falling out. His cock was sliding from his sheath, hard and dripping slightly. "She liked it when you got rough. I got... I got real fucking rough. She loved it... Begged me for more..."

The rabbit knew from the report, though she didn't say, that Mandy Eisen had ended up in the hospital the next day. Supposedly, she was a rape victim, but she never identified the culprit.

"That was... my first time..." the lion murmured.

The rabbit nodded. "That's good, Markus," she said. She turned to look at the first of the still-suited furs. "Can you isolate that date?"

The other nodded to her, then turned back, flicking or adjusting something on the wall, then nodded to her. "Ready," a voice murmured through the breather.

She smiled, then patted Markus's stomach. "Let's get started," she said. "I'm first."

***

The lion opened his eyes, then rubbed them for a moment. He leaned up in his bed, the stretched, jumping out of bed and quickly pulling on some clothes. A glance at the clock told him he would be late to practice, but he didn't care. Tonight? Tonight was going to be a dream come true. His first pussy. He couldn't fucking wait.

He hurried to the school, grinning the entire way as he thought about bending the pretty doe over and really plowing her, wondering what her stag father would think of him if he knew. He snickered a little, walking toward the locker rooms and in, yawning again as he realized no one was suited up from practice.

"Wilde!" the coach yelled. "The fuck is your problem? You know today is the team doc's visit!" he said sharply.

The lion folded his ears. He didn't remember that. Was that... was that right?

He flushed, then nodded to the coach, dropping and giving him the obligatory twenty pushups--"You fuckup, you pushup!" coach liked the chant--and then got to the back of the line. Everyone ahead of him seemed to move pretty quickly in and out, almost as if it was just cursory. And then, he was called into the room.

He was, at first, shocked to see that the team doctor was a woman--a cute lapine, at that. She smiled at him. "Markus?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Strip," she said plainly, smiling and going over to pull on a pair of gloves.

He laughed a little, pulling off his clothes, all the way down to his fur, then climbing onto the table. Yeah. This felt right. This had happened, hadn't it?

"Go ahead and lean back," she said. "We'll get the easy part first."

He laid back onto the vinyl, the piece of paper crinkling behind his back, as she walked over to him and smiled, reaching a gloved hand up to feel his balls. They were, in honestly, large for his age. But he didn't know that.

"A little undersized," she said. "Have your testes always been this... small?" she said.

The lion's ears folded, and his grin faded. "I... um... y-yeah," he said. "They're small?" he asked.

"Yes," she said flatly, no room for argument allowed, drilling it home. "They're small. Honestly, they're the smallest I've seen all day," she added. "Cough for me."

He did, his cheeks red as she checked him. Smallest all day? He was trying to think about the other guys in the shower... Were they all... bigger?

She let that sink in, moving to his sheath as well, inspecting it. "Same here..." she murmured. "Are you... what... thirteen?" she guessed.

"I'm... I'm fifteen," he lied, adding on a year to make himself seem more mature.

"Ahh... Well, maybe you're just a late bloomer," she added, patting his sheath in what might be considered a reassuring manner. "Have you developed your barbs yet?"

His cheeks were crimson, humiliation and embarrassment running through his chest now heavily. He nodded, and she smiled, tugging his sheath down to check them. "Hmm... Well, those will probably get bigger too," she added. "Probably."

She scribbled some notes down on a clipboard. "All and all, I'm shocked the coach took someone as underdeveloped as you," she said, her voice neutral. "Maybe he just had a size-small cup left over?" she added, laughing softly at her joke and patting the lion on the shoulder.

He swallowed hard, his chest tense. He panted softly, not able to look at her. This... this wasn't like other appointments. This was...

"Roll over," she said. "I need to examine the other side too."

He flushed darkly, moving to comply, not really understanding what was going to happen until his tail was pulled up, and a lubed finger roughly inserted into him. He let out a sharp mewl, his eyes rolling for a moment as he panted and clawed at the table weakly. She stopped when she spanked his bottom, sighing quietly.

"Calm down," she said, then adding under her breath, but still loud enough for him to hear--"Why is it always the little ones who cause the most problems..."

He lay there, determined to not be a problem, as she poked, prodded, and probed, checking him for hernias, then... pressing into his prostate.

When he let out a sudden gasp, followed by his sheath suddenly thickening, she chuckled softly. "You're the first one of those today too," she added, patting his rump. "It's alright. A lot of men... Well, boys, really... enjoy this," she said simply.

He flushed as she continued to brutally rub and massage his prostate, bringing him close to the edge, making him into a mewling kitten, and almost tipping him over, but stopping. Today, after all, wasn't about that.

She withdrew her fingers, then smiled. "Good work," she said. "Don't move. I'm going to give you your immunization booster."

He didn't want to move, though. He wanted to curl up and hide, but instead, he just lay there... A moment later, he felt the prick of a needle in his hip. When he let out a pained little meow, she laughed at him, depressing the needle, then rubbing an alcohol pad over where he'd just been injected. "There, there," she said. "You're fine. Just a little prick."

He folded his ears tightly, then leaned up a bit, sliding off the table. She patted his shoulder again.

"Now, why don't you get dressed?" she asked. "I'm going to have coach bench you for the rest of the season. Don't want you getting hurt, with how small you are," she said. "I'm sorry if this is a disappointment, but... well... football is just too dangerous for someone like you."

Like... him? He felt... crushed. Emasculated. Weak and pathetic, for the first time in his life. He swallowed hard, then made the long, slow walk down the hallway toward the exit of the locker room. On his way, he heard his teammates laughing in the showers. He was certain they'd said 'Markus' a few times too, before laughing louder. Like he was a punchline.

On the way out the door, he texted Mandy, cancelling the date. He just... didn't think he could go through with it.

He walked home instead of running, laying down on his bed and sighing and he closed his eyes. He was tired, rather suddenly, and he felt like he'd been tired for ages. As he lay there, the injected chemicals slowly worked their way through his body. Arresting some things. Changing others. Preventing more.

By the end of the season, his barbs were gone.

***

The lion gasped as he blinked, looking around the room bleary eyed. The rabbit was patting his flat stomach slightly. "You alright?" she asked.

He, still compelled to be truthful, nodded up at her.

She smiled. "Sorry about that one," she said softly. "I know it was rough on you. Do you remember what it was like? Being benched?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Humiliating," he said. "It was... it was like everyone knew. Knew what had happened... I... I quit the team in the spring," he murmured softly.

She rubbed the lion's chest comfortingly, then looked over at one of the other figures in the suits. "Did the change take?" she asked. "Completely rewritten?"

One of them nodded, and there was a cracked from the speaker in the suit. "Yeah. No football team, so no scholarships from that. Still went to college, but on academic this time. Seems that there were several other problems from the school that ended up not happening now. Two more sexual assaults."

The lapine nodded. "Good. Where does his primary time stream try to reassert itself?" she asked.

The other spoke this time. "Hmm... looking here, he goes to the doctor for a hormone replacement therapy after his sophomore year of college," a voice said. "They fixed most of the damage we did by chemically castrating him. He went from fifteen percent of his original testosterone back to one hundred."

The other voice cracked in after a moment. "Yeah. And it looks like his assaults became much more violent and far less sexual. More murders. Fewer rapes."

She sighed a little bit. "I was afraid of that. We'll have to hit him again. Get a basic orientation shift loaded," she said, turning back toward the table.

"Markus? I want you to think carefully, now. When did you lose your virginity?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Well... I mean... I was always afraid, you know. Of what girls would think about me... about my size. I mean, I never really grew much after sophomore year..." he said, cheeks red. "If it hadn't been for the doctor..." He thought for a moment, trying to orient.

She smiled and patted him again, grinning softly. "When, Markus?" she insisted.

"The end of college," he said softly.

"Aright," she said. "Now, I want you to think for a moment. Do you remember who helped you out a lot? Who convinced you to see the doctor?"

He nodded. "Roommate. Josh. We were in the fraternity together," he said.

"Good," she murmured, looking over to the hooded men, then nodding. "Switch roommates. You'll be going in this time, Devin."

***

Markus had been surprised when the wolf--a fratboy from the looks, named Josh--had pulled him over to pledge at the table. He hadn't thought anyone would be interested. Standing at under six feet, the lion wasn't what anyone would have called 'fratboy material.' It didn't seem to matter, though. The wolf had pushed the pen into his hand, then gotten him to sign up.

The pledge process had been grueling, but at the same time, he found it oddly rewarding. Fun. He had started to really enjoy himself by the time they'd accepted him. The parties were fun, the people were a blast, and... that wolf.

He was sad when Josh had gotten kicked out of the frat for marijuana use. It wasn't like he was doing crack or something, but those were the breaks.

He ended up getting new big brother in the frat, a tall doberman. What was his name? Devin. That was it. Devin. He had really liked Devin. When he moved into the frat house, Devin had split the room with him. He grinned openly at the invitation, and he'd been surprised at how much time the doberman wanted to spend with him. But then, he was pretty oblivious, when it was all told. Until Devin had grabbed his ass, then not let go.

Markus was a bit surprised, but soon after, he found himself enjoying the advances. Enjoying the... odd possessive quality of Devin's paws rubbing over him, teasing him, pinching him, groping him... It was on a Saturday, Spring Break, when the rest of the house was empty that it finally happened though.

He was walking down the hall, wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, when the doberman had grinned and tugged him into the bathroom suddenly. He pointed to the shower, then grinned at Markus openly. "Get in," he said.

Markus blushed, slipped out of his clothes, and then climbed into the shower, turning on the already warm water, knowing with the curtain pulled aside what was happening. Who was stepping in.

Was he gay? He didn't know. But Devin seemed to.

A thick, heavy sheath pressed between his cheeks as two big, strong arms wrapped around him. "I knew you were the perfect pledge when I saw you," Devin murmured. "I'm not going to share you with anyone," he promised. "You're too cute to share."

A paw slipped from his chest down to his sheath, rubbing and teasing it. When his barbless, feline cock slid out, the doberman had chuckled. "That... is so fucking cute," he murmured, wrapping his paw around it and pumping it a few times. Markus had whimpered and panted audibly, trusting into his paw and gasping loudly.

"Hehe... It's fine, Markus. You wanna fuck my paw? Do it," he encouraged.

The lion had taken him up on it, grinding his four inches of dick into the doberman's paw for maybe twenty seconds before cumming suddenly. His cheeks reddened, but Devin didn't seem to mind as he rinsed off the thin seed.

"That's cute too. A cute, perfect little sissy load for my perfect little sissy lion," he added.

That had just made Markus hard again. A bottle of conditioner got opened, and minutes later, he was taking his first cock.

He took a lot of Devin's cock that day. As the doberman had called it, he was getting 'broken in.' It was amazing and fantastic and it had awoken parts of him he'd long thought dead. He didn't even paw off that often before that day. The only really humiliating part was when Devin had made him pick up the doberman's sweaty jock in his muzzle and crawl over to him to deliver it. And that was only humiliating when he realized that he didn't want to drop it...

The two lived together for three more years. That first Christmas, Devin had gotten him a plug as his first toy, one which he adored and insisted on wearing often. For his birthday, Devin had gotten him the bellybutton piercing he'd asked for.

Sugardaddy. That was what he liked. A sugardaddy.

***

Markus's eyes were heavy and hard to open, but he could hear just fine.

"Looks like it was too fast," a voice said. That was weird. It sounded like Devin. "All the memories got in there, but they weren't as detailed as they should have been. But then, we did just run... months. That's to be expected."

"A normal problem," a female voice said. Dr. LaRue. "So long as the new timeline is in place, we continue. Current status of subject?"

He felt paws wandering over his body. Something pressed against him. Measuring him. "Genitals have been reduced to 40% of original size. Muscle mass is greatly reduced. Height and weight as well. Full physical development remains arrested in timeline. What's left?"

"Just his new job," Dr. LaRue said, walking over and reaching down to rub Markus's cheek. He purred in response softly.

"Markus? Markus, can you hear me?"

He was groggy, but he nodded to her.

"Markus, I need you to think carefully. What do you do for a living? Anything fun? Exciting?"

The lion pinned his ears down. "No... I just... do temp work mostly..."

"Do you remember the last time you went out clubbing?" she asked.

The lion groped for the memory, but... He frowned, then mewled. "I.... N-no..." he stammered.

The lapine sighed. "That's alright. Let me help you jog your memory?" she asked, turning and nodding to the last suited figure.

***

When the cheetah had first approached Markus and asked if he was interested in dancing, he was surprised. More surprised when he accepted. In the years since college, he'd gone from job to job, place to place, and then out of the blue, on his first night out in ages, a handsome older cheetah wanted to dance with him.

He couldn't help but grin as he was taken out onto the dance floor, spun around, and then ground against.

"Ngh... I knew that ass would be perfect," the cheetah murmured.

Markus laughed a little. "You better believe it," he said, laughing a bit more and grinding back.

The cheetah was enjoying himself, and Markus could feel it. Feel it pressed against his backside. He laughed a little, flushing and grinding back little more. Two paws closed on his slightly flared hips, bringing a grin to his face. He smiled and let his tail rap around the cheetah's hip, letting out a soft, involuntary groan.

He let out a soft whimper as the paw slipped around his hip to rub and grip his groin, feeling him. After a moment, it became obvious what the cheetah was doing. He was sizing him up.

Markus started to pant as the cheetah nipped his ear. "Damn... heh... not packing much, huh, Kitten?" A dark blush burned on his cheeks, though the front of his pants tented slightly. "I bet your asshole must be golden with a tiny dick like that..."

The little lion found himself blushing and letting out a low groan, getting more and more into it. He hadn't felt this... dirty... since college. "Y-yeah," he stammered. "I've... I've never even been inside someone..."

"Oh?" the cheetah asked. "Too small to get there? Or no one was willing to even try it?"

Instead of a whimper, a moan passed through Markus's lips. "Who cares?" he asked. "Gettin' fucked feels better than playin' with my dick anyday..."

The cheetah seemed to like that answer, and Markus felt himself getting more and more groped, teased, and ground against than he had in years. He was loving it, a small little wet spot soaking the front of his pants as the third song ended and the cheetah seemed to tire of the dance floor.

"Let's step out?" the bigger cat asked.

Markus couldn't disagree, really. He wanted it. Bad. Bad enough to give it up to a stranger in a bar. He finished his drink, then let himself be led out of the club and into the adjoining alley. Once there, he couldn't help himself. He slipped down to his knees, grinning up at the cheetah and licking his lips. The other cat laughed for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't think so," he said. "Up."

Markus frowned for a moment, then stood up again.

"Turn around," the cheetah added.

Markus blushed, turning around and wishing he'd prepped for the evening. He undid the front of his jeans as the cheetah released the snap over his tail, letting his pants slide down over his rump. He was going to move his thong down, but the cheetah had simply pushed it aside for him.

"Don't worry," the cheetah said, laughing, pressing his barbed cock at the lion's hole and starting to push into him.

Markus had been an easy fuck since college, but the barbs still hurt a little sliding into him. Barbs... So humiliating. He'd never properly developed them. They'd been coming in when he was a teenager, but by college, they were gone. It used to bother him more. He didn't remember when it stopped.

The cheetah slapped his ass, and he swallowed, rolling his hips and leaning down a bit more so the cheetah could get a better angle. In moment, the big cat had started fucking him properly, slamming into his rump hard and fierce. It was about this time that Markus realized it. This sex? It wasn't mutual. He was being fucked because the cheetah wanted to cum.

The realization was like a kick to his chest, sending an odd chill up his spine. He swallowed hard, and after five minutes of hard, fierce sex, the cheetah pushed into him deep and emptied his balls into the lion's rump.

Markus panted, wondering his he could talk the other into a handjob, when the cheetah pulled out and unceremoniously slapped his rump, pushing something into the string of his thong. "Nice work," the cat said. "I'll find you again sometime."

Without another word, the cheetah started walking away from him. Markus reached back, grabbing onto the thing, then bringing it in front of him.

A bill. A hundred dollar bill. His eyes went wide.

Had he...? Had he been mistaken for a prostitute? He had, he realized. And... He turned around, leaning against the wall and jerking down his thong, grabbing his dick, pawing himself off, and cumming in literally seconds. He panted suddenly, feeling a rush at the realization. He pulled up his pants, stuffed the money in his pocket, then walked back out of the alley, his cheeks red as he considered going back into the club. Maybe finding another male...

In the end, it was fear that stopped him. Not fear of being fucked, but fear of being caught. Prostitution required a license in this city... He bit his lip, then turned and hurried back to his apartment. Within an hour, he'd printed off the paperwork and started filling it, his short cock hard as a rock the entire time.

***

Markus heard the whirring noises coming to a stop, the cottonlike feeling around his head start to abate. He licked his lips, then leaned up slightly, groaning as his head spun. He felt a paw pushing him back down, and he opened his eyes. He grinned at the lapine woman. "Hey, Dr. LaRue," he murmured softly, groaning a little bit and reaching a paw up to rub his head.

"I.. uh... are we done?" he asked.

She nodded, smiling at him. "We are," she said. "Just relax for now. We'll take you down the hall to the courtroom in just a minute."

Markus smiled, then nodded, looking over a picture of a big, powerfully built lion on a screen. He grinned. "Heh... Boy, I'd love to get him under my tail..."

When he realized he'd said it aloud, he blushed darkly and looked down. There was a soft chuckle as a familiar looking doberman stepped over and grinned at him. He looked a lot like Devin, but he was too young to have been the dog. "I just need to finish your measurements, all right?" he asked.

Markus blushed and grinned as he lay there for the frankly handsome canine, squirming a little as he felt the cold metal measuring rod applied to him.

"You ever think of seeing a doctor about how small you are?" the canine asked conversationally.

The lion laughed a little. "Why? Not like I can change who I am, can I?" he asked.

The canine smiled. "I guess not," he said, continuing to measure him. "Height is just under five feet, nine inches. Go ahead and round down," he said.

"Sure," said a familiar voice. Markus turned and looked, his cheeks flushing as he realized it was the cheetah from the other night. His cock wet rock hard, and he mewled as the cold rod was pressed against it. "Not a hair over four inches," the canine said, hefting his sack for a moment as well, rattling off more measurements as the cheetah took a step closer.

"You weren't licensed, huh?" he asked softly.

Markus flushed quietly. "No, but... um... I will be soon. If you're... still interested, I mean."

The cheetah grinned and nodded a little, rubbing the lion's leg. "Look me up. Same bar as last time."

The lion grinned and nodded.

"And weight is... 163 pounds," the canine finished, patting the lion. "Alright. Up you go. Clothes are in the chair," he said, pointing over to it.

The lion hurried over, grabbing the standard post-procedure clothing, and stretched. "Thanks for your help," he said. "All of you. And I really mean it." He waved congenially, then headed out the door, taking a deep breath and walking into his new life.

The lapine sighed as she watched him go. "You know... every time we do this, I wish we could... make this work completely. Not just in here, but on all the lives... that bastard touched before."

The cheetah shrugged. "That's not how it works. After all, if we did, there'd be no reason to punish him anymore."

LaRue smirked. "Don't talk philosophy to me. You know what I mean."

The dog patted her shoulder. "We all know what you mean. But this is the best we can do. He'll never hurt anyone again. And... at least in this room... those rapes never happened."

"Yeah," LaRue said, sighing softly. "It's out there," he said, gesturing toward the door. "That's the problem."

***

The cute, petite lion walked into court, wearing a pink thong that was just barely visible over his hips. His jeans hid most of it, but they did nothing to hide what was between his legs--or its size. He liked to market his smallness, after all. A lot of males loved that.

He grinned and blushed as he stepped to the front, waving at the judge a little, then looking down and swallowing. "I... um... I'd like to apply for a prostitution license..." he murmured.

He glanced up slightly, watching as the feline judge nodded solemnly to him. "Very well. As you know, this license carries with it a mandatory change of name. Have you decided?" the judge asked.

He grinned a little. "I... I kind of like Candy," he said softly.

"Candy," the judge said. "Last name?"

He frowned, struggling and trying to think. He hadn't even considered a last name. "Um... Can I just keep the one I have?" he asked. "I hadn't really thought about that..."

The judge nodded, then signed the paperwork, passing it to the bailiff. "Very well," he said. "The bailiff will see you out," he added.

The lion was frankly shocked. He'd heard it was impossibly difficult to get a license, and the judge was just signing off on it. He let out a small squeak of excitement, hurrying after the bull, missing the handful of smirking faces in the crowd. Faces he'd never remember, but faces that would remember him--both before and after his change of heart. Victims knowing that some form of justice had finally been served.

When the lion was safely out of earshot, the judge turned to the jury. "Let it be noted that Markus Wilde has been reprocessed into Candy Wilde. All of the belongings of Markus Wilde, including any assets, are to be liquidated to cover debts he may have accrued. Ten percent of the remaining total will be used to give his new self a start in life, and the remainder will be disbursed equally among his victims. Additionally, the usual ten percent fee the city levies on licensed prostitutes will be devoted to helping his victims and their families. If there is nothing else?"

The judge looked around expectantly as the silvery lupine lawyer just gaped, having watched his client leave with a dryness in his throat. The jury shifted slightly in their seats as the personal guilt of what they'd done--now minus the money they'd never see--settled over their shoulders. The judge? He was having a hard time hiding the tent in his robes.

The judge banged his gavel. The case ended. And life continued. Quite different than it had before.

***

As the judge walked out to his car at the end of the day, he was shocked to see the lion standing there, grinning shyly and twisting his paws around his tail slightly. He smiled at the judge, then blushed and held up a pink card with his name--his new name--and photo.

"I got it," he said shyly, biting his lip. "I... well... I know how hard it is to get these in the city, and... since I have you to thank, I was wondering if I could maybe... give you a freebie? To say thanks?"

The lion was already unzipping his jeans and turning around, looking over his shoulder with a blush.

The tall, older tiger couldn't help but smile as he walked over and unzipped his pants, fishing his cock out and laughing. "Of course," he said. Soon, he was sinking himself into the lion with a low moan. As he slowly fucked the once rapist, he had to wonder what the lion's old self would be doing right now, if he could see what was happening to him...

The thought spurred him on, and after a few hard, quick thrusts, and the tiger was cumming, stuffing the lion's asshole full and then patting his hip with a laugh. "Good pussy," he said, snickering and helping the lion get his pants up.

The little lion laughed and blushed softly. "Thank you again, sir," the lion added, flushing as he buttoned up.

"Anytime," the tiger murmured, laughing and walking up to the driver's side of his car. He turned, watching the lion hurry over to a Mercedes and wave through the window. The tiger smiled when he realized that the driver was the same silvery wolf from the courtroom. As he watched, the lion was already leaning over into the wolf's lap, his head disappearing as the tiger grinned and waved to the wolf. The wolf didn't wave back, but he was fairly distracted, after all. Getting his payment in a different way than he expected.