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Symphony's Backstory.

"Symphony, you've got a potential adopter. Report to the front desk immediately." Cried Nurse Jackie over the intercom into the sleeping quarters of the orphanage. Sym, as he liked to be called by his friends, sat up in his bed, his ears perked high as the small possum boy scootched over to the edge of the mattress. Up till around a year ago, the marsupial would have just hopped up and gone running, though a year ago he would have been living with his parents and would still have his legs. As it was, he had to lift himself into the wheelchair, his tail coiling around one of the back supports to help him hold it steady as well as pull himself into the seat, starting to roll himself through the room, then the hall and towards the front desk.

A look of surprise painted the possum's features when he saw the two fellow possums standing at the desk waiting for him. Sym seemed a little apprehensive. Why would they want him? There were plenty of other kids there; he was the only one that was handicapped. Before he had even said hello, he noticed that Nurse Jackie was nowhere to be seen and those possums seemed a bit too tall... and wide shouldered. Without even a chance to call for help, the two "Possums" were holding him down with a rag to his nose and maw, his vision quickly fading to black.

With a loud squeeking chitter, Sym awoke, his hands strapped to a cold stone wall. He quickly gave a tug at them fruitlessly, looking around him to see two more actual possums chained up like him. All three of them nude, making Symphony blush, his sack pulling up a bit from resting on top of his sheath from both embarrassment and the chill in the room. The other two seemed just as uncomfortable as he was, The female seeming to be the oldest of the three hung there limply, bruises covering her all over, her pouch torn at one side and a pair of tattered dog tags hanging down on her flat chest. Next to her, a thin male drooped from his shackles, his arms covered in bald pink scars from apparently self-inflicted slices traveling up to his elbows. The possum's fur dyed black and purple in some spots, his eye shadowed eyes making him seem far scarier than the pitifully skinny male actually was, his Mohawk smashed and quite a few bruises covering his head.

While Symphony was looking over his cell mates, a large beast and an elderly dragon in a lab coat move past the barred door of the cage, "I don't see why we have to get em all in the same species for each vat, Dr. Cinderburner." Said the animalistic beast to the hunched draconian. "Because they mix better if you get them that way, wouldn't want one of those control units to rip a fresh Cerulean in two because of conflicting commands, now would we?" He asked, talking down to the dim minded grunt. "Now hurry up and erase this batch's mind so we can get them down to conversion."

The scientist slowly hobbled away, leaving the large Cerulean. The creature unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, grinning at the three with a sinister show of fangs. "Say cheese." The monster said, holding a large raygun looking pistol to the female marine's head, pulling the trigger and letting a terrible shrieking wail as the possum screams, her eyes slowly rolling up into her head before she goes deathly still. The scream terrified Symphony and roused the emo possum to awareness, struggling against his bonds feebly until another loud screech filled the air and the same happened to him.

By now Sym was flopping back and forth, trying to get away, lashing his long furless tail back and forth viciously, whimpering loudly as the monster moved closer to him, "Looks like we got one with a bit of fight left in him.... Let's fix that." He growled, grabbing the boy by the throat, holstering his weapon to get a better grip at the flailing amputated male. With a whimper, Symphony realized what the Cerulean was planning, the thick triangular flare hanging from his sheath and slowly growing aroused, "Stop Please." Cried Sym, wiggling in the monster's grip as he tried to get away. Despite his struggles, the Cerulean jabbed that slime coated cockhead under his tail, spreading the shield shaped virgin ring open wide and making Sym scream in pain, trying to bite the thick forearm at his throat as he cried loudly, tears streaming down the sides of his face.

The Cerulean continued to thrust, sinking his thick shaft into the poor handicapped boy's rump, sinking far too deep not to be doing damage to his delicate insides, some blood even drooling out, mixing with the copious amounts of prespunk the monster shot up into him. Symphony's thrashing tail smashed against the guard's thigh, smashing up against the mind flare, sending a large crack through the case and making it spark like crazy before fizzling out, clearly broken, though the Cerulean was having too good of a time to notice, ramming himself up into the broken tailhole, his knot too big to fit fully as those heavy furless orbs pulled tight. With a roar the monster began to fire thick jets of steaming salty puppy batter up the poor male's abused tailhole, the twin hearts beating fast enough that each rope of spunk rockets out almost instantly after the other, making it seem as though he was squirting one long splash of seed, swelling the boy's belly out and forcing the unaroused male to send a few jets of his own spooge out onto his inner thigh from his sheathed member.

The beast grunted, pulling free of the bleeding and whimpering possum, unholstering his weapon once more and pressing it to the boy's head. Symphony screamed out loudly at the rough dismount covering the lack of sound from the broken mind wiper and passing out. Thinking his job complete, the Cerulean guard unlatched each of the limp bodies, dragging them to a large glass container full of a yellowish goop and dropped them in.

Symphony drifted in and out of consciousness, terrified by what he saw, his arms and the remains of his legs ending in more of that goo as he was being melted, unable to do anything before passing out once more....

When he awoke he couldn't feel anything but the warmth of the goo around him, a dull weak buzz of two tiny fragmented voices poking at his consciousness before he heard two real voices, muffled by the ooze, one sounding of the Dr. Cinderburner, the other an unfamiliar male with a sound of authority and rage in his voice, yelling at the mad doctor, followed by a loud crash of equipment being broken. A loud roar is heard before the glass to the vat is shattered with a brown Cerulean Grunt smashing through into the goo, screaming as he was dissolved away in seconds, the goo in his mind fighting with the new goo and erasing the Cerulean completely. The slime spilled forth, giving the boy a look at the dragon being mauled by a blue and green Cerulean in a police uniform before they were dragged to another room by the throes of a fight.

Symphony coughed and sputtered, looking down at himself and nearly fainting again, his body a pale yellow as it begins to reform, his legs slowly growing back into their old length. He wiggled his toes just to make sure he was not imagining as they turned pink, his furry body becoming solid and whole once more, though to his surprise, he now had a purplish frill of fluff on top of his head and even more surprising was the large pouch in his belly, which he promptly spread open and eyed the four feral teats, wondering if he was a shemale now....

Before he could really think through that thought, more Ceruleans came swarming into the room, led by the same Cerulean Grunt that had so brutally mounted him earlier. He didn't have time to think, his body just reacted, everything below his waist melting back into the yellowish creamy goop before he started screaming, surging towards the monsters, getting them one by one and devouring their very essence, not knowing how he did it but just knowing that this was how to deal with them, grabbing them from behind and merging them, destroying their minds in one quick moment before moving to the next.

By the time the lead Cerulean noticed his missing men, it was too late, and the enraged goo possum was on him, slamming him down into the floor. His thoughts slowly clearing as he looked down at the struggling monster, having decided to repay the creature for raping him, he jammed a large tendril of goo up under the beast's tail, forcing the slime deep, starting to melt his insides into more goop, sinking it deeper and deeper as the monster swelled, slowly starting to realize what was happening and crying out seconds before popping into a messy splash of cum like slime. The stress of the battle and the increase in mass quickly taking its toll as he shrank back down to his normal size, whimpering as he collapsed to the floor, slowly passing out once more.

"There there little one, You're safe now." Came the voice with a caring note. Sym opened his eyes to see the blue and green Cerulean officer looming over him with a glass of water, "Welcome to the New Joy Police Department."

The End.