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Brother Swapping 2

It is time for Meero to get acquainted with the Prison’s rules

Meero shouted when metallic hands grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back with unexpected strength.

He shouted some more when he felt something, a shard, forcefully inserted into his connection port at the base of his neck. It hurt… But what hurt was the shock Meero felt through his system.

**Alert: Foreign Shard inserted. Will you read- Automated Run.

Alert: Foreign Software. Will you inst- Automated Install.

Error: Kernel authorization- Access granted.

Error: Software error bus- Error Ignored.

Error: Unauthorized modif- Administrator rights granted.**

Meero’s eyes widened while all the messages piled up in his mind.

It was ice shards planting in his brain, each message feeling worse than the previous. Much worse than anything he’d felt. Even from the implant rejections or the old wounds.

This was like someone was drilling into his brain, cutting through the flesh, through his mind.

Someone running fingers inside his spine and along, something that planted shards through his nerves, from the tip of his fingers to his toes.

A cooing voice.

“So refined. You’ll be a fun pet.”

“No… No!”

**Error: Modification imposs- Reboot forced. Integrating Data.

Closing all unnecessary processes. Shutting down.**

Before Meero’s eyes, the message flashed, and his mind shut down.

He’d already experienced it after one of his worst missions, being shut down so the Techies could operate him. But this… This wasn’t an operation.

He wanted to stay awake, but one by one, his world was cut away. Touch. Proprioception. Smell. Taste. Balance. Sound. Vision.

Before his world could spiral down, it vanished. Replaced with a blank sensation, a blankness. Muddy, overwhelming. It was not like he was plunged into the dark; it was nothing. Nothingness that drowned him.

Up… Up until ice shards were planted inside him, his self, and he was reeled back outside.

His eyes were blinded by the light above him. A shrill sound drilled his ears. The light began to twist and roll as his balance adjusted. The taste of flesh filled his mouth, as well as the salty saliva, before his sense of smell corrected everything. His saliva suddenly tasted great compared to the disgusting smell that came from the room.

Then, he could feel his limbs, where they were, where they should be. And… Touch. He was on an examination table.

**Full Reboot complete.

Allocer Protection System Online.

Health Checkup ongoing and sent to the nearest Guard.**

“Hmm hmm… Hmmm hmm. Funny thing.”

The voice was loud, excessively loud. Meero tried to cover his earholes, but his hands wouldn't move. Not even his legs, as he was certain to think about moving. Even his head.

He could open and close his eyelids, but that was it.

His mind raced, fear rushed in…

Alert: Stress level beyond the threshold of a Panic att- Hormonal balancing.

The message flashed before Meero’s eyes. And he relaxed.

His pupils dilated, his breathing relaxed, his eyelids half-closed. He would have smiled, even though he saw the heavily modified Badger leaning over the table, grabbing Meero’s chin and yanking it in different directions.

“Isn’t it better?” asked the Badger, his voice almost suave while he shook Meero’s head. “Calm. Sedated. All happy. Don’t you like that?”

Meero’s mouth opened, his tongue slipping out as much as saliva.

Meanwhile, some messages flashed before Meero’s eyes. Internal system messages, but they were instantly muted. Impossible to read.

“Meef Anver. What a splendid specimen. A dragon-crocodile hybrid. Quite the luxurious implants? Plus that dick. I’m sure you were compensating for something when you fucked those people. Don’t we all?” said Fleshie, his voice almost calm. No, warm. His fingers, artificial, stroked Meero’s scales, passing over his cheeks.

Even if those fingers were clawed, with sharp steel, the Badger’s touch was among the softest Meero had experienced.

“Good. You are a good boy, are you, Meef? I hacked your system to purge your software of all the bloatware. However, I need full access. If you do not fight, it will be fast. Good?”

A part of Meero wanted to nod, and so… There was the instruction, but no movement.

“Good. Let’s do th-“

The sound of an open door.

Then, Meero’s eyes were off. It was like something buzzed in each ear. He wanted to turn his head left, then right, but his head wouldn’t move, and that buzzing didn’t stop.

Above, the Badger was looking away, smiling and grinning and speaking.

His hand went and patted Meero’s cheeks before the Dragon’s ear opened with a ‘plop’. Or felt like it.

“Good to hear. Your inspection is already happening. You are such a lucky one, Meef,” said the Badger, stepping away for a second.

A second later, Meero felt a shock run through his body. And… His head turned to where the Badger was. He tried to look away, and his head turned. To lift it. He lifted it. Chest, the same. Arms? Yes.

More than that, he wasn’t cuffed as he looked at his naked hands… And then, on his left.

The door was closed, but they were no longer alone.

Instead, there were three guards, all males. All with a grin on their faces and their hands rubbing their crotches. Horse, Elephant, and a Fox.

“So, that’s the rapist?” asked the Horse, grinning.

“That’s him. I confirmed his ID. I have not fixed the punishment software. But I can install it while you search him.”

“Fuck… You’re a beast.”

“I am,” chuckled Fleshie.

Meero turned to the desk, to the Badger, who was again stroking himself with a fleshlight he pulled from behind his computer. With the other hand, he pressed a button, and rock blared from the computer’s speakers. And finally, he extended one hand, gripping one tool that looked like… Almost like an old pistol cylinder, but with blue buds in each barrel.

Meanwhile, Meero opened his mouth to speak… But no sound.

He reached for his throat, opening and closing his mouth as what he could produce was, at most, a faint whistle, while Fleshie laughed.

“He is no longer sedated, but look, he wants to scream,” said Fleshie.

Instruction: Body restriction position 3

Meero’s limbs felt stiff all of a sudden, but they moved. Against his will, but they moved as he sat on the bed, and then he got up on his feet.

He approached Fleshie, his claws digging on the floor… Before his hands landed on his nape and he squatted. Slowly, with his legs spread until he was practically eye to eye with Fleshie, who was still sitting and stroking himself.

Meero’s head was locked; he couldn’t turn his head or look over his shoulder. But he could see movement in his peripheral vision as the group stepped closer, followed by the sound of zippers opening up.

Followed the scent of musk, coming from three different species, and then… The click-click of the scissors Fleshie produced.

“It’s fun while it lasts,” said the Badger with a sudden sadistic glee.

The scissors approached and… Cut.

Not through him or his belly, despite the metal pointed at Meero’s guts, but through the jumpsuit. Above his belly, then down. The metal grazed Meero’s junk, his nuts, but the Badger had that delicate touch when he cut the fabric down to under Meero’s nuts… Right before a guard grabbed Meero’s pants around the glutes and pulled.

RIIIIP!

The fabric split open, and musty and hot air rushed to the Dragon’s testicles. To his junk, out of the sheath… And on his posterior, exposed.

Meero gasped, trying to look behind him… And then ahead, at Fleshie, who smiled, still impaling the fleshlight on that monster of a cock.

“Can you plug in the camera?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Aye,” answered someone, his breathing right by Meero’s earhole.

And then… An icy shard. A pain, a sudden shot of adrenaline when something was connected to Meero’s neck once more.

Alert: Installat-

Meero could read those two words before the message was muted. And so… he could sense, feel something tingle up his spine. Like a snake.

He shuddered when that connection reached up his spine and into his brain… And then, his vision was not double, but triple.

Two eyes… And one camera. One camera, the Equine guard handled, almost pointing it down to his pink flared cock that slipped out, before he placed it on the floor and aimed at… Meero’s orifice.

With that angle, Meero could see his back entrance, the sphincter closed and tight, almost an untouched pucker compared to his boyfriend's. He could see the back of his nuts, too, as well as his legs… And so, by moments, the Guards’ cock popped in. Equine and flared, uncut and gray-skinned, cut and pinkish.

All three types, all from three guys who were evidently perverts as they discussed it.

“I want to fuck it so bad.”

“Nah. Let me go first for once.”

“What about by increment? I’m the smallest.”

“But he’ll not feel it when it’s my turn.”

Meero gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes… And certainly tensing up his face when a hand landed on his junk, metallic. Fleshie was holding his junk. Holding out his shaft, which was swollen but not stiff.

The Badger had that grin as he lifted and pushed with the cock, waving it left then right. He examined it, tilted his head while he still fucked that fleshlight. Even when he sat with a straight back or leaned forward, he still moved with the intent of keeping his cock inside the toy and humping, even if his swivel chair winced under him.

“How much did you pay for that piece of a junk? Must cost three thousand, easy. Not like mine,” said Fleshie, laughing and breathing on the shaft, sending a whole slew of sensations through Meero’s spine.

Instruction: Restrict- Instruction unauthorized

“What? You don’t want to feel me touching your cock?” asked Fleshie, laughing. “But you did worse to people. You fucked a guy with an oversized dildo before leaving him to agonize… You fucked a girl ‘til she passed out. You choked so many people. I’m a big fan,” said Fleshie, his voice soft. “I wish I didn’t have to do this to you. We’re between fellows.”

More than ever, Meero wanted to say no, to speak, to say that he wasn’t like them. That he wasn’t that ‘Meef’ or hadn’t done those things.

But when he opened his mouth? No sound. Only that whistling while Fleshie chuckled.

“Don’t worry. Fleshie is the best at this. And if you learn enough, you can join us. We’ve got a lot of free flesh each week,” said the Elephant, his lips smacking and his hands approaching Meero’s posterior.

His fingers were calloused, those of someone used to fighting or holding out tools.

Whoever it was, his name, that guy was easily… The size of Meero, if not more. A stud whose height surely forced him to tilt his head when entering a room. And yet, he was currently kneeling, passing his fingers between Meero’s cheeks.

The Dragon hissed, grumbled, and…

“Can you… Turn it off, Fleshie?”

“Sure!”

Instruction: Anal feedback deactivated

The hand moved again, the finger pressed against the entrance, and… Nope. Not a sensation. Not a feeling. Not even numbness.

Meero’s jaw dropped while he watched his asshole getting… Fingered. The entrance was spread; the ring forced open. But he could feel nothing. Yet, he trembled, feeling sick.

Sick when watching his asshole being forced and opening easily, revealing the pinkish inside.

“He’s soft. No traces of use before.”

“A virgin?” asked the Fox, his voice higher than the rest. “Fancy.”

“Fancy for us. I never took the cherry of a fellow taker.”

“Pretty sure Esh will take it with his fist.”

“I’m here,” countered the Horse, smiling. “That counts.”

They were talking about him and his ass behind him. But his vision was limited to his posterior, watching and hearing some air escape.

And Fleshie… Fleshie, who continued to hump and pump the fleshlight while he approached that cylinder to Meero’s genitals.

One of the blue buds extended from the cylinder, revealing what looked like a surgical tool. A probe that opened, revealing that the blue, oblong part, was a slew of tiny tendrils made of a jelly-like substance. The center of it had a sort of rod and a metallic base to which all the tendrils were attached, itself attached to a metallic stalk.

A horrendous tool looking like a flower, and whose presence approached Meero’s cock.

The Dragon’s reaction? He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

But the sensation and the burn were there when the jelly-like tendrils stroked his urethra’s edge and then inside, pressing against the inner walls. They brushed the urethral meatus… Only to plunge into it, like thousands of crawling touches.

In that instant, Meero’s mouth opened, but only a whistle came out, silent, while those tendrils were wiggling down his urethra, invading it disgustingly and brutally.

He inhaled, only to ‘scream’. And again to do so, each time being more ragged, more spent, sweatier, dirtier. Dirtier as the Elephant, fingering him, had two fingers inside and inserted a third. But no pain, no suffering, only that presence he was forced to see invade his… Private bits. Humiliation, horror. And anguish.

“He’s so tight. Fuck. He reminds me of my first GF.”

“Wait. Not your first BF?”

“They were the same to me. Same hole for both,” chuckled the Elephant, wiggling his fingers and even waving at the camera before waving his cock in front of it, the organ hard and dripping on the lens, before whippers cleaned the lens.

Meanwhile, Meero continued to feel that invasion, those tendrils descending along his length. Past his glans, past the middle of the shaft… Right to the base. Those buds might be small, but they were stretchy, and they reached down to the root.

Down to the sphincter at the base, they tickled, making Meero feel like he was about… To piss. Or that he’d gotten an STD.

“How is it going on your side, Fleshie?”

“Peachy. I’m almost inserting the rod. He has a tight urethra, too! I love it.”

Oh, Fleshie was certainly loving it since he was still pumping his fleshlight like no tomorrow. And though there was a sound from the plastic, of the poor tool breaking apart, the Badger was not done. Worse, he was almost ragged, too.

Fleshie breathed loud, huffed, inhaled, and blew on Meero’s cock as those tendrils reached down his prostate like a thousand needles. It was… So alien.

His prostate had been modified, but even during the recovery period, he’d never felt anything like it.

Not even when the Techies went to check whether the organ was working properly by plugging it in.

Well, they had the decency to turn down most sensations.

But as it was, Meero tried to turn his head badly…

**Instruction: Turn head- Instruction unauthorized

Instruction: Move head- Instruction unauthorized

Instruction: Move neck- Instruction unauthorized

Instruction: Turn muzzle- Instruction unauthorized

Instruction: Tilt head- Instruction unauthorized**

He pushed against the control, only to receive an error whenever he tried an instruction.

He bashed against his mind, against the system that currently locked his body. And he roared internally, though nothing came except a faster breath.

And then… As the tendrils were still wiggling inside his urethra, the rod came in.

It was cold, invasive, and much larger than the tendrils. Yet, at the same time, it wasn’t moving or crawling or making Meero feel sick in his stomach.

It was just a rod descending his cock, he could feel, going down at a steady pace, assured by a controlled hand.

And… On the camera, he could see how Fleshie was taking it slow, his face appearing in a corner of the video.

But so appeared, in the middle of it, the vision of the Elephant’s fifth finger slipping inside his hole, stretching Meero’s hole more than anything before. More than anyone had done.

The Elephant pulled, wiggled his fingers, pushed with them, then he pulled out to reveal the fleshy and rosy insides, the sphincter closing in as much as the inner walls and their regular contractions.

But nothing could be felt, even as the Dragon watched his body at work.

Finally, the Elephant inserted his fingers back inside, with some fluid dripping from the digits. And with a suction sound, his five fingers were in. Then, the base of his thumb, then his wrist.

Meero tensed, but the orifice could not withstand the assault and gave in.

He hissed, the sound adequate for someone getting raped and abused like that… While the rod slipped inside his cock, inside his prostate… And something clicked inside his mind. A click… A torture.

**Accessing Genital partition.

Implants check-up**

Meero’s mouth opened, his eyes were wet, and his expression broke down. Whatever he did, he couldn’t move, and his body was like a statue, unmoving.

Except when the Elephant’s fist punched through so fast it narrowly made the Dragon fall forward, his sense of balance screaming.

But the muscles answered mechanically, and he was steady again, while the guards laughed behind him.

“Don’t make him fall on Fleshie! We need our favorite techie!”

“Chill down. I almost planted the sound inside his prostate. And not in a good way,” replied Fleshie, smacking his lips.

“I’ll be more gentle… Next time we do that!” laughed the Elephant, punching Meero’s asshole again. The orifice swallowed the fist down to the wrist and then the forearm, before the Elephant yanked it out, at the edge of making the orifice prolapse.

And then… He punched again. And again, each time shaking Meero’s body and, in return, making the rod and the tendrils hit his insides.

Meero’s eyes closed, his expression almost crumbling. Those guys… They had no pity for him. And they said they liked him, or he was a fellow. What about those who were not liked, or those they despised?

Meero shuddered at the thought.

**Installing Allocer Genital Control

Installation Complete**

“And done… You wouldn’t know what we have here,” said Fleshie, chuckling while the Elephant inserted a little more of his forearm inside Meero, stretching him so much that he was afraid of suffering from internal hemorrhage afterwards.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Testicular lacing. And improved penis control. The whole thing, you can’t find it anywhere.”

The Horse whistled, smacking Meero’s posterior.

“Fuck. You’re a true degenerate! I’m sure you’ll be better with the virus, my dude!”

A virus? The idea was almost risible and absurd amidst the pain and burn he suffered in his genitals.

**Instruction: Prostatic pain receptor deactivated

Instruction: Increasing Internal sensitivity to 75%

Instruction: Restricting Testicular Lacing Production**

The messages were not erased this time.

No, they even appeared in a different color in his mind. Or perhaps, the metadata wasn’t as clean, making it appear blurry when trying to read it.

Nevertheless, Meero read. Meero understood. And Meero felt.

He felt that all the pain and nausea were forcefully turned down. And instead, the rod inside his cock became bliss. A sensual caress down his cock, an invasive touch that made him feel whole. And well. And pleased. And so tantalized, his jaw dropped, and saliva dripped from his mouth.

The pleasure, the sensation, it was so intense; it was a switch. One moment, Meero snarled and grimaced? A moment later, his testicles were pulled upward in an orgasm.

The artificial muscles pulled and those of the lacing squeezed on his balls, but… Nothing.

Again, it resumed, with his testicles being pulled and lifted, squeezed with an increased strength that was feeling weird.

His pelvis was now burning, heating up, feeling like he was about to explode in an ejaculation. But it wasn’t happening.

In return, he saw its effect when his asshole squeezed the Elephant’s forearm regularly, following the rhythm of his testicles being lifted and squeezed… And crushed by the artificial muscles that held them.

Worse, by the second, he could feel them heavier, watch them being heavier, could almost hear them slosh, he swore.

Or perhaps that was a hallucination? All those fluids accumulated inside his balls as they were losing their oblong shape to become rounder, fuller.

All the while, the Guards laughed.

“Dude is going crazy!”

“Did you turn the sensation back? For his ass?”

“Not yet. You want it?”

“Not before Ewis has his turn.”

“I wanna stretch him good.”

“And inspect if he has smuggled goods,” added the Fox, laughing.

“That, too. We must do a good job,” added the Elephant, his forearm wiggling inside Meero’s asshole, pushing and pulling on the rim once more.

He wiggled it, he pulled, pushed, and then… After what felt like minutes, his arm popped free, covered with lube almost down to the elbow. And the Elephant chuckled, stepping back, taking his erect cock away, to have the Horse take his spot.

All the while, the Elephant was stroking himself and… Yes, Meero’s asshole looked like a crater: his orifice was so wide, you could slip fruits inside without touching the edges. And it would feel like a breeze could rush inside at any moment’s notice.

And that… That was even with the inner muscles contracting, spewing lube on the camera in squelching sounds. His sphincter couldn’t close itself; the rim was practically... A winking muscle, incapable of steady control.

And why?

Because of the orgasm Meero sensed, forced by that rod inserted down to his prostate, nudging the organ from within, while another assumed the role to massage it from outside.

Sure, the sensations from outside were numb, erased. But it made it worse when the rod inside had the flesh pressed against it, the pummeled walnut-sized organ bending and reshaping under the assault.

Meero’s mouth opened, his breathing shaking his chest and upper body. But no sound, only that faint whistle while his testicles were again lifted and squeezed… And then dropped, feeling much heavier than before.

His testicles were growing, filling up to a limit he didn’t know possible.

Alert messages flashed before his eyes, only to be erased by the external control someone exerted on his system, Fleshie.

And all the while? Fleshie was masturbating, using the rod to prod the organ while the tendrils were a myriad of caresses, of strokes, unleashed upon the Dragon’s prostate.

Tear came. Pleasure. Pain.

Pleasure from the orgasm, incessant, unabating. It was blissful, overwhelming, crushing his sense of self.

Pain as his testicles were squeezed with increased strength, made his abdomen hurt due to the feedback from his testicles.

The fisting continued; the teasing never stopped. His mouth opened and closed regularly, and saliva dripped out. And yet, his limbs remained as steady as the moment he had assumed position.

They were fisting him, sounding him, tormenting him. And worse, that was something that was… Felt good.

And wrong. So wrong to have someone else abuse him, take him, fist him without his consent. No safe word, no security. Only abuse, sheer abuse that made him feel good despite all his morals would state.

He smiled, too. The corner of his lips curled up, snot filled his nose, and sure… His tongue often lolled out.

“Fuck. You ruined his ass. But yeah, no goods!” said the Horse, yanking the arm back, which was also covered with cum.

And it was his turn to step back, to stroke himself, to have his pleasure while watching the Fox take up his role, the red-furred arm armed and ready.

“Fleshie?”

“Yes?” replied the Badger, huffing and breathing onto Meero’s soft, watching and admiring those heavy gonads being pulled up once more.

“Can you turn everything back on?”

“You’re the worst, aren’t you?” laughed Fleshie, still impaling the partially broken-down fleshlight.

And… A message.

Instruction: Anal feedback reactivated

Meero cried until his lungs would collapse.

Or that was the idea. But again, as he exhaled, his vocal cords remained locked, and the whistle was faint, minimal, compared to his diaphragm crushing his lungs.

His vision blurred, the natural one, though the camera remained firmly locked on the Fox inserting two fingers inside his hole.

But his hole… Was on fire.

It was a tunnel of fire inserted within him, sheer pain. The air itself was icy shards cutting his body from the inside. The fur? Fiberglass forcing itself under his flesh. The digits? Brutalizing tools that crushed his mind and wits, reduced the Dragon into a mess of gargles and saliva he fought to chug down.

The pain he had received from the rod felt like nothing compared to the overwhelming pain he had experienced before. But his cock continued to throb as hard as steel while his scrotum was pulled up again, a mere soothing touch.

But pain that brought clarity, too. Yet it made him regret the bliss he had before. Or made him hope they would stop their abuse.

All of them, all three, even those masturbating, behind. Or Fleshie in front.

**Instruction: Shutdown- Instruction Unauthorized

Instruction: Stop- Instruction Unauthorized

Instruction: Access sys- Instruction Unauthorized**

“Sorry. You can’t abandon, yet. It’s only the beginning,” said Fleshie, grunting and huffing as… finally, he blew his load on the ground. His shots ended near the camera, but the splashing hit the focus… And yet, the Badger smiled.

He grinned while the tendrils were unleashed inside the genitals, titillating almost everything.

“I could force my tendrils inside your former seminal vesicles. Or down to your new testicles. It’d be so painful, Meef,” laughed Fleshie.

“Here we go,” said the Elephant, huffing and grumbling behind. But his voice sounded excited.

Behind, the three huffed, but one was already blowing his load. The horse.

The smell was intense, of cum. Not his, but of the Badger and the Horse’s. Then, the precum, common. The lube. The smell of ass, his ass.

Meero clenched his eyelids shut.

“But it would be so sad to have you broken. And bad on my report. Let’s get done with it.”

Finally, the Fox yanked his arm out, stepping back. Fleshie’s rod retracted, followed by the tendrils. They exited his urethra, left his orifice, and formed once more a bud that slipped back into the cylinder Fleshie extended to the ceiling before he hooked it to the beams above.

Behind, the Fox masturbated, too.

Then, instructions followed.

Meero’s asshole was a ruin, gaping, dripping with lube, artificial or not. It hurt; it was on fire; every little movement was a blade planted inside him.

But Meero’s legs moved. Slowly, tiptoeing while he was forced to turn around. To turn and face the three Guards, stroking themselves.

Fox, Elephant, Horse. The Horse was spent, but the other two were aiming at the Dragon…

And all the while, the Dragon’s cock bobbed up and down, his testicles lifting. Now, they looked like watermelons. Impossibly big. Impossibly so… Yet, constantly lifted by the artificial muscles, though Meero’s abdomen was hurting, terribly.

“Let’s give our friend a welcoming cumshot!” said Fleshie, joining his hand. And… Chaos.

Instruction: Releasing Testicular Lacing Production

The Guards’ eyes turned to Fleshie, everyone snarling. But their expressions broke down when their cocks bobbed up, and their hands went away. Even the Horse’s cock, going back in its sheath, came forth.

Even Fleshie’s artificial cock, at its third ejaculation, went up and ready.

They shot.

Fleshie. The three Guards, Meero.

It was… A weight lifted off his body while cum was sprayed all over his scales, his abdomen, his torso, even his shoulders, and some on his chin.

But the thing Meero focused on was his own ejaculation. One that felt wrong as he shot… And the result was for his ejaculation to… Burn.

It came quickly and fast at first, liquid that flowed out like a normal cumshot. But after a while, with the lacing squeezing and pressing on his nuts, it became different.

The cumshot, the first, was almost liquid. The second, denser, stickier. By the fifth, it was like pushing jelly out, with many contractions. By the tenth, Meero’s cock burned through and was hypersensitive.

He clenched his teeth, closed his eyelids. But nothing more, not as his balls continued to be lifted off the ground, pulled… And then, his cumshot hit ahead, though each time it dripped closer… By the end, his ‘ejaculations’ were nothing more than his cum oozing out of his urethra while he gasped and gargled.

His cock was bulging from inside, due to the cum his system was trying to squeeze out, and though his nuts had shrunk and taken a more manageable size…. Well, he was feeling full. And that semen was stuck inside him… Inside his prostate, inside his cock… He gargled again, his eyes fixated on the ceiling above.

“Fuck, he’s a big shooter,” said the Elephant.

“All implants, all talk,” replied the Horse.

“Still better than most. You’ll call us back if he’s coming for a check-up?” asked the Fox, whistling.

“Sure thing,” laughed Fleshie, waving at them while the three turned and grabbed their pants and belts off the floor to leave the room…

Leaving Fleshie, sitting on his chair, naked, and scooting in front of Meero.

“About you… Let’s finish installing the upgrade. Nighty night, little Croc.”

Closing all unnecessary processes. Shutting down.

_He held on to his ribs.

Sure enough, he couldn’t feel the scales underneath the scabs and the bandages. The bone lacing showed no sign of rejection. An improvement compared to the previous stages.

Compared even to his Brother.

“How does it feel?”

“Like crap,” he replied._

_It was worse than when he broke his ribcage by sneezing. Here, it was akin to having molten steel inside his bones. It burned, it itched, but he wasn’t breaking apart.

“Boohoo. The little kid is crying.”

The wheelchair rolled closer, with a fist hitting Meero’s chest. There was a crack, and a painful wince. But the message was across.

“Endure it for us both.”

“Why’s only me?”

“Because you’re lucky, Meero.”_

-

System Check: 7 PM. 0 days since your incarceration. Allocer, Your Home.

When Meero opened his eyes, when his senses returned, it was again to be on the examination table. But as he straightened, he noticed his limbs were his own. Back, neck, arms, limbs. He examined himself, examined his body. All implants were there, even his arms… He even poked at his legs, finding the feedback there… He was not numb, though.

He sat and hissed, feeling the glutes pulling on his asshole, and finding his back-entrance… Gaping. Painfully gaping and warning him of its presence as he sat on the bed’s edge, his face towards the door.

And yet…

“You’re good to go,” said Fleshie.

With a glance over his shoulder, Meero found the guy watching something on his screen, an animation or anything, while sucking on a lollipop.

“Good… to go?” asked Meero, huffing as he looked at his body. Sure, it was there. But he looked at his cock, pulled on it, watching his slightly gaped urethra. Then, as the orange jumpsuit he was supposed to wear.

It was… Open. Wide open. Cut in the front and back, exposing everything as he stood up. And the air brushing his asshole didn’t help with the soreness, so he hissed.

Instruction: Restricting Anal Fee- Instruction unauthorized.

The message stuck in front of Meero’s eyes. And so he examined it, his system. Or so what remained was only the barest information. An hour, the days since he entered the prison. Even a schedule indicating that most districts’ feeding posts would be locked in for two hours.

But as he pushed for more thorough data and options, he was locked out.

Fleshie clicked his tongue, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth.

“You can’t undo the Allocer lock. Everyone gets it.”

“What’s… What’s that lock?” asked Meero, trembling as he kept his back turned against that disgusting Badger. And then, he hissed, feeling something drip from his cock…

He gripped it and as he squeezed his shaft, his cum, hyper-dense, dripped out, like jello before the current load broke off from what was still stuck inside his system. Like… A plug.

It felt terrible, much like the way he’d been… Taken.

Were Joss or Keshan aware of this? That he’d be… Taken, abused, or raped? The mere thought, Meero gulped down.

Instruction: Restricting gag reflex- Authorized.

Meero blinked, his gag reflex stopping.

Not the tears, but he felt much better. Much more… Capable of keeping his wits and self as he gulped down the saliva that had been sticking in his mouth.

And again, he looked over his shoulder, finding the Badger’s red eyes fixed on him.

“Poor little thing. You never had a daddy to teach you how to take it?”

“Bastard,” huffed Meero, wiping his mouth with his fist.

“Looks like someone who had no experience with that before.”

“That?” answered Meero, spite backing up his words.

Fleshie didn’t answer, no. But he popped the lollipop in while he seemed to zone out for a second. His eyes on the ceiling, his fingers twitching.

But… Meero sensed something, like a thrum in the back of his head, a whistling, someone playing.

_ You’re not who you are, aren’t you, Meef? _

“What?” asked Meero, blinking at the strange screen before his eyes.

_ Stay quiet and nod if I’m right. _

Meero looked at that guy, at that rapist, at that pervert whose focus was off. It would be so easy to stand up and strangle him. His fingers twitched.

_ You can try. _

“Are you reading my mind?” asked Meero, twisting and standing up, pointing fingers.

_ I’m a Med-tech. I can see what you see, and I can see you’re clenching your fist; your cortisol levels are increasing, and your amygdala is flaring up. You wanna hit me. Don’t try. _

“Get out of my head, you pervert.”

Fleshie’s focus returned; his spasming fingers stopped. His red eyes turned… Same as his neck. Then, he turned his chair, showing his back to Meero so he could fully watch the computer and his episode.

“Leave here before I report your modified ID,” said Fleshie, his voice stoic as he leaned on the desk.

“Fuck,” mumbled Meero, reaching for his neck.

His fear, his disgust, it all vanished in one moment. Fleshie had caught it. That guy was a disgusting bastard, practically the worst. But he’d caught on easily. And… Meero turned. No. He booked out, holding onto his nape, where the ID had been.

No traces of incision or examination.

He ran, he rushed, he pushed. He didn’t go left. He went right, right ahead, away from the guards.

The walls were covered with the same pipework, but the more he advanced, the more rust seemed to cover it. The more the smell of sex and fluids and antiseptic disappeared to be replaced by rust and human fluids and rot and… Worse.

His nose was catching it, but… His gag reflex had not returned, yet.

He gulped his saliva down, though, as a reflex, while he rushed and approached a door.

Then… He was out.

Not out of this hell, of the throbbing pain his body sent him about his posterior or guts. Out, in the open, with iodine wind carrying wafts coming from everywhere.

Behind him, the door closed, and a metallic click indicated it was locked. The concrete wall was tall and ended with barbed wire. Above, the sky.

Below, aging steel scaffolding supported him, the steel grid digging into his soles.

On his right, a railing. Left? A spiral staircase, rickety, but leading down… Down toward what looked like an open hellhole.

And ahead. That hellhole.

Allocer was a prison, through and through. But as much as the tall concrete and reinforced steel walls stood above, the inside of the city-wide structure looked like a slum. The rooftops were made either of plywood or rusty plates. Where they found it, it was dubious. Yet, through the sea of disgusting shanty houses, there appeared some islands of concrete that peeked out. Variegated flags sometimes dangled from those structures, or perhaps it was drying clothes? Attached to the nearest wall on his right, there was what looked like a massive, aged, and overshadowing factory with chimneys and fumes.

Yet, the closer to the center of that slum, the more… It seemed to vanish, to be eaten, devoured by a massive hole in the structure. A chaos of steel and plastic and plywood that could have been… A real prison.

While Meero descended, he heard a feral bird cry above. Then, as it passed above the barbed wire, something hit it. Potentially a metal slug. The bird’s head exploded, but its body kept its momentum for a moment before it plummeted and landed inside the slums.

A moment later, someone cried. Then someone else. Then a cacophony and more cries echoed as Meero covered his earholes, hearing someone's desperate cry of agony.

Then, that was done. It stopped, but it was certain someone died for a mere seagull’s body.

It was… Gruesome.

Moreover, as he descended the stairs, Meero found the rickety structure falling apart. And the last fifteen feet were a plummeting fall right into refuse.

Meero’s disgust only grew, but as he looked above, he saw there was no option. So… he jumped. With as much strength as he could. He narrowly avoided the steps above and landed by the pile’s edge, though his feet felt disgusting as he stepped further away and approached the slums themselves.

Right from the get-go, the shanty houses formed a wall opposed to the refuse. Though they were small enough it was possible for Meero to jump on and climb; he didn’t try, since the walls looked downright unstable, even with the rusty metal and the plywood added as support.

Finally, he walked around, explored, and… As he walked parallel to the shanty houses, he saw it…

A grand door was carved in the concrete, on the same side as when Meero entered. A door with a proper place, a stage, a pulpit, too. With scanners attached to the walls, reading him from a distance. The thing was clean, too clean. And at the same time, there was a faint buzz as Meero approached it.

The scene even had a wall screen attached above the tall door, but it’d been turned off, and nobody looked at it.

Then… He looked right, finding a wide opening through the shanty houses, discovering… Well. What could be compared to a market’s entrance?

Translucent plastic plates had been set above the ‘streets’, amidst the shanty houses and their open fronts. At first, he could see people were selling the same material they’d been using to build their homes, then aging plastic furniture whose color had been washed away by the sun.

But the exploration led him further from the entrance.

There were few people, and most of the prisoners were lying around. Men. Of all sorts, all species, all thin and famished. They were naked, stripped of the typical orange suits.

Some outright slept. Some waited, gazing and snarling at Meero while he walked through the empty streets.

The weapons then appeared, shivs and other crappy blades whose danger was from giving someone tetanus instead of cutting something serious. But no food. No street food here. They were like peddlers or beggars, and limited their actions to a minimum.

It didn’t look like he was in a prison, or the kind of high-security place with sleek, clean walls and a schedule. At most, it looked like an ecosystem that had built on something… And which thrived thanks to thriftiness? Even then, there was that sense of… Weirdness.

His curiosity about the place was dying down, replaced by sheer worry as he looked around for a sign. C9… He’d remember that from the briefing.

But there were no signs, no painting, nothing. He looked at the ‘streets’, at the plastic attached between the shanty houses, perhaps to protect everyone from the rain… And then, he exhaled.

“No other option,” Meero sighed, stopping and turning towards one peddler. A Panther selling blades, whose eyes were bloodshot.

“Sorry, can-“

“I’m not doing charity, new flesh.”

“New flesh?”

The peddler stopped, raising an eyebrow. And then, he reached for one of his blades, the tension in the air.

“Get away before I shiv you.”

Meero looked at the guy, at the blades. Bad quality, and then what?

“I’m pretty sure I can beat you before you can hit me with that crappy shiv.”

The peddler’s eyes widened. Bewildered. And then confusion as he tilted his head.

“You-“

“Ah! Man! I found you again!”

Someone’s arm wrapped around Meero’s shoulder. His reflex was to grab that furry arm and twist it. But he stopped when he heard the voice whispering in his ear.

“Follow me, Croc boy. You’re about to commit suicide.”

“I…”

“Take that bastard away! Take him!” shouted the Peddler, agitating his blade like it would deter Meero. But as Meero glared at him, he saw the guy’s expression. Fear now, surprise… Sheer fear as he agitated his blade, his jaw dropping.

And… Meero followed as the guy on his left pulled him aside. A large guy, muscular… A deer, whose horns had been cut but not fallen.

“Fuck, man. Are you crazy? You want everyone to murder you? Threatening an Edge?”

“Threatening an Edge?” asked Meero, pointing his chin at the Jaguar behind, who seemed to have calmed down. But people, other peddlers, were standing up and coming for the Panther, checking up on the Panther that looked like he was going through a breakdown.

“Rule N°5. You never threaten an Edge… Who’s your boss?”

“My… Boss?”

“Oh. That’s what I thought, new flesh!” said the Deer, patting Meero’s chest. “You’ll be with us. For a favor. You already owe me one for saving your ass.”

“A… favor?”

The Deer chuckled, patting Meero’s chest again.

For a deer guy, that man was big. Massive even. And his attitude was relaxed, even though he was in the slums, pushing Meero away from the market and into the ‘streets’.

Here, the slums looked different, with the structures piling up. They looked sturdier, leaning against what appeared to be old metal structures from before Allocer was a prison.

Metal junk, but used as support for houses that could be three stories tall. And with electricity.

As the night settled, the neon lights, pulled apart and then reassembled to dangle from the houses, were turned on, bringing some light into the slums’ shadows.

“Nothing important. I’m not gonna ask you to shiv a guy or something. You’re new flesh, I won’t put you in a bad situation.”

“Oh… Okay,” said Meero, hearing the sounds of… Wait. Running water. Then, steam, nearby, rises from amidst the shanty houses.

“Rule N°3. You need food to get to the showers,” said the Deer, almost laughing.

“… O-Oh,” mumbled Meero, gulping and yet feeling anxious as the Deer’s hand squeezed his pectoral. “Can… Can you tell me where the district C9 is?”

“C9? Oh, that’s practically the opposite of where we are. You don’t want to go there,” said the Deer, laughing and then pointing at something. A pole Meero had not noticed. A large pole with cameras attached to it, the same for speakers, and with a panel attached to it with L30 written on it.

“We’re in L30. If you wanna go to C9, you’ll have to cross through the prison. You’ll have to go around the women’s districts. Or try the gangs around. Why does a new flesh like you need to go there?”

“Well… Hum.”

The Deer’s hand pressed on Meero’s chest further, the guy weighing on him.

“I heard my friend was there.”

“Good. Fine,” said the Deer, and patted Meero’s chest and arm. “You shouldn’t worry about meeting them for the moment. You’d better get used to this place. And like… Remove your suit. You smell like a victim.”

“Wait? What?” asked Meero, looking the Deer up and down… And evidently, seeing the guy’s groin exposed, his cock cut and out. Then, Meero’s eyes darted up while the Deer poked at his arms.

“Relax, man. We know what you went through. You tried to act nice and all, but you got fucked in the ass by a guide. That’s no problem. But if you keep that ruined jumpsuit on, you’ll be the district’s bitch in no time. And nobody wants that,” said the Deer, laughing and pointing his head ahead. Right at the people looking closely… Men. Only men who leered at Meero’s ass.

Meero’s reflex was to cover himself, but he tensed up… And then reached for his suit, opening the zipper before letting the top drop… And cover his posterior. He wasn’t naked that way, but he had some privacy, though it felt awkward to have the fabric press against his ass.

“Heh, better than nothing. So… Why did you land here?”

“I-“

Meero frowned for a moment. He… Heard about what happened to rapists in prison and Allocer. Well, it’d already shown its true face about them.

“I murdered a few guys,” he said, though he didn’t lie. Meef had killed; he had been incarcerated for so much. Murders, stealing, coercion. And yes, rape.

The Deer answered with a chuckle.

“A murderer. Cute. Rule N°1. Never say why you’ve been sent here.”

“But… Why did you ask?” mumbled Meero.

“Because I wanted to see how credulous you are, man. You shouldn’t trust people around the block.”

“Not even you?”

“Not even me. But look, I don’t want to kill or murder you, so it’s only a favor. And you can ask so I can protect you,” said the Deer, his fingers even landing on Meero’s nipples.

The Dragon looked around. They were still walking, but there was a shift in the district. A change. There were more prey species around, and at the same time, each wore the same mark: a skull with a wolf spear passing behind.

Some wore it with their fur shaved, some had their fur repainted, some had implants for it… But that symbol was omnipresent as they approached one common house that looked bigger than any other. And… Well, much more impressive. That one really had a hint of structure, with sturdy walls, beams, and different rooms with room dividers.

And it was warm inside. Much warmer than inside. And smelly, musky even. And more than that, steamy?

“Ah… Nothing beats home. Boss! I found a new one!”

Meero raised an eyebrow, watching the Deer smiling and then, watching as another prey approached. A ram. Two horns, one eye. He looked rough, with scars all over his face. But most impressive was his missing arm, in a world where implants were widespread.

He huffed, raised his chin… And then sniffed.

“New meat, true,” nodded the Boss with a strong southeastern accent, nosy. “Name’s Esthor. What’s yours?”

“Me… Meef!”

“Good thing you’re here, Meef. You’ve got something against prey?”

“No? … What? Is there a problem?”

The Deer chuckled, and so did the Ram, scratching his belly and then his lower belly, with his cock out. Uncut.

“Good thing you’re not a speciesist piece of shit,” said the Ram, chuckling as he raised his hand toward the Deer. “If you can work with us, we’ll protect your hide, slowpoke. Keyun will help you.”

“That’s me,” replied the Deer, patting and again playing with Meero’s pectorals. “Come on. Let’s not bother Esthor more. We got water for tonight, boss?”

“We do. Now teach him the rules,” said the Ram, chuckling and grinning, though with one missing part of his face, he looked… gruesome to look at.

But bearable, as Meero was led behind a few room dividers, the atmosphere was different. Out of nowhere, Meero was inside, which looked like a large communal kitchen, with a few predators around: a Wolf with droopy ears; a Tiger with a cut tail; and a Komodo Dragon with one leg replaced by a peg leg. And… They looked rather fine, though busy cutting greens or cooking on a gas stove or even with an improbable sight for a prison, an oven.

“That’s where you’ll be doing that favor for me. You know. Cooking. But the crew is ready. You’ll be assisting them with the preparation.”

The Komodo Dragon was even handling a wok, cooking with sauces that had been resting in plastic cups, while the others were sometimes handing him plates or more greens they’d recently cut.

Keyun, of course, led the way and pushed Meero closer. He shooed the Tiger, who didn’t even answer. The Tiger stopped cutting the greens, scooted away, and used another cutting board to do his job. Meanwhile, Keyun grabbed one of the cleanest blades in that slum and grabbed a whole lettuce, which he cut in half before presenting it to Meero.

“Today, that’s what you’ll do. Cut or cut what the others ask. You know how to use a knife, since you… Cut cut?”

Meero’s brows dropped, his face tense.

“I… I know how to cook, yes.”

“But not for prey. Sure as hell.”

Meero huffed. He grabbed the offered knife, and grabbed one half; he cut it into quarters, then a quarter into small bits, though he wasn’t certain what the Deer wanted. Especially as he was watching him, clicking his tongue while stroking Meero’s shoulder.

“Ok. You are good enough to cut greens. What about ginger?” asked the Deer, grabbing one ginger root from a plastic cup and presenting it on Meero’s cutting board.

“I… Might not know. By the way, where does this food come from? It smells fresh.”

“That’s thanks to us,” said the Deer, flexing his arms. “We’re working at the factory, and we have the credits to buy this!”

“… Credits?” asked Meero.

“Okay. You didn’t listen to the integration at all,” said the Deer, grabbing the blade out of Meero’s hand and presenting him… A spoon. Old.

“Use it to scrape the outer part.”

“O… Okay,” answered Meero, still uncertain. Before he blurted. “I was… too stressed during the presentation. I didn’t hear anything about the explanation.”

“Figures. But that’s what we care for predators like you,” said the Deer, leaning against the table. But that way, he presented his back, with the fur dyed to represent the same Wolf skull.

“When you entered, you remember when they inserted a virus? It should be easy; nobody ignores the moment they got their junk plugged in.”

“I… Yeah,” mumbled Meero, nodding. However, his experience must have been worse than for the others.

“Before that, they also plant a shard and key your ID to the system. So each day, you gain enough credits to pay for a meal. It’s not good enough for everyone. But each day, there is work to do. Clean-up duties. Factory work and smelting old steel. You also got corpse disposal, but nobody does this unless you want to get the Cannibals’ ire. And some other duties like wall cleaning and crap.”

Meero scraped the outer part of the ginger root, then presented it to Keyun. The Deer nodded.

“Now you can cut it.” He pointed to the knife.

Then, the Deer continued, grabbing some of the cut lettuce to chew it.

“We’re the Steadfast, and we got the most jobs from the factory,” said Keyun, pointing to his back. “Nobody beats us.”

“Steadfast. What’s that? A gang name?”

“Yeah. But we’re not a gang. We’re good guys. Better than most. Esthor makes it so.”

“Right,” mumbled Meero… Before he huffed. “And the guys here? They’re not prey?”

“They’re like you. They came in for a favor, but they knew what they got if they stayed, right, boys?”

“Yes,” they said, altogether. Making Meero tense up for a second before he continued to cut the root into small bits.

“And that’s the favor. You… Made me come here to cut greens.”

“Not only.”

Keyun chuckled, grabbing a chunk of the ginger root before bringing it before Meero’s eyes.

“You know what’s figging?”

Meero’s eyes crossed, so he glanced at the ginger root and then shook his head.

“Shame,” answered the Deer, putting it down. “But to go back. You followed me when I was nice and sweet-talking you. Imagine if a cannibal did that before stabbing you in a back alley?”

“I… You’re not a cannibal? None of you?”

“No,” laughed Keyun, patting Meero’s shoulders. “We’re like you. Into men.”

He even whispered the last words right into Meero’s ear.

“I- I have someone,” blurted Keyun, his voice low.

“From the C9 district?”

“… Y-Y- no!” shouted the Dragon, right as he could feel the Deer’s hand on his posterior, pushing against the jumpsuit. Hand, he smacked away.

“Whoa. I didn’t know you were straight,” said Keyun, raising his hands. “You could have started with that.”

“Started what? You didn’t ask!” said Meero, huffing and out puffing his chest, turning.

The Kitchen itself had become silent, awkwardly, with even the Komodo Dragon eyeing Meero. No more cooking.

“And it never bothered me I touched your body? Straight guys are figh-“

“I’m not straight. It’s- I’m in a couple. I’m keeping myself for him.”

“Keeping yourself?” said the Deer, clicking his tongue. “You’ll never see him if he’s not in that prison, guy.”

“I…”

Keyun straightened up, reaching for Meero’s right shoulder, pressing on it.

“Listen, Croc boy. Here comes the sitch. You’re stuck in a corpo prison, and they’ll never let you leave it because you’re dangerous and augmented. If you’re planning to stay put and refuse what we want of you, we’ll kick you out, and someone else might abuse your sweet ass. You could survive outside, but keeping yourself for someone is stupid.”

The Dragon looked away, tensing up.

“Look at me.”

“I… I am… Fuck. What’s the deal with them, anyway? And me? You want me to become your maid, and what? Get fucked in the ass?”

“Fucked in the ass?” laughed Keyun, smacking his forehead. “Fuck. You really didn’t listen.”

“Listen, what?”

“We can’t use our dicks.”

Meero blinked… Then looked down. Down at the Deer’s cock, at that organ still dangling down almost to knee level. Impressive, and yet artificial in parts. “But…”

“We. Can’t. Use… Our dicks,” repeated Keyun, huffing and then rolling his eyes. “Yeah. Somehow, some guys can access their dicks despite the virus locking our dicks. But we’re not rapists, here.”

“Keyun is right, flesh,” said the Tiger, speaking up as he lifted his chin toward Meero. “Listen to him.”

Meero blinked… And then sighed, his shoulders dropping. Curious, impressed. And weirded out. There was something between all of them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Okay… Just. Explain to me. I. Assume I didn’t understand anything. I can… I can’t get my head around that we… I…”

Silence. Meero turned back to the table, to the ginger root he’d finished cutting. A semblance of normalcy in a room that was almost normal. Except for the neon light dangling above, and the loud footsteps around. As well as the distant cries.

“You’re awfully soft-spoken for a murderer,” said Keyun, adding this before he resumed, grabbing another ginger root and placing it in front of Meero. The other Preds were back working and cooking. Even whistling for the Komodo Dragon.

“I… Didn’t think I would be a murderer.”

“Don’t we all.”

Keyun sighed, crossing his arms.

“Allocer is not a normal prison. We’re an experiment and cattle… But they don’t tell you that, here. It’s a place where prisoners of all kinds are sent. Politics, soldiers, celebrities. And yes, criminals. All augmented people. They get you virus-ed so you can’t flee Allocer. Even if you find a way out through the walls or below, they can track you. They can track movements.”

“They can listen to what we say?”

“They don’t care unless there’s a murder. But the point is. When you enter here, the place is a mess. You shouldn’t trust anyone. People are trying to murder you… Or some are protecting their own. But it’s not all chaos and bad guys. We have rules, and the guards won’t intervene for your hide. Edge guys you saw? They’re the poorest fucks. You don’t attack them, period.”

“Why’s that?”

“They are the ones going through the refuse or stealing from the factories. Crazy fuckers, but they’re tight. They’ll trade all that crap for cheap, too.”

“What are you exchanging?”

“Food. Or favors,” answered Keyun. “You want an essay?”

Meero shook his head, grabbing another root. That was his duty, it seemed, to scrape the outside with a spoon and then cut it. But it helped him feel better somehow, calmer. As if using his hands could bring normalcy to his life.

“Cut it to the essentials. I need to get to C9. And… I need to get there fast.”

“First, you don’t do that tonight. Going outside is a sure way to get yourself killed. It’s happening more and more.”

“More and more?”

“Yeah. Esthor is feeling this, too. The place is becoming weird.”

Silence.

“But if you want, you follow a long road until it’s C30. You’ll be crossing through the Scales territory, but you've got the face for it. They’re scalies, bullies, too.”

Meero frowned. Was it like that, politics? Between gangs?

“You go to the C22, then move toward the A22. That way, you won’t walk into the women's district. Don’t approach them if you don’t want to have your balls cut.”

Meero gulped.

“Even if you say you’re gay, they won’t trust you.”

Another gulp.

“Got it.”

“Good. You go to A6. Then you return to C6. And then, it’s a quick trip to C9.”

“I can’t cut through?”

“No. It’s the Templars’ territory.”

“The Templars?” coughed Meero, dropping his knife and blinking.

“What? You know them?”

“Yeah. You don’t?”

Then, Meero shook his head, facepalming.

“Yeah. You couldn’t know. Outside, they busted a Ziggurat and are planning to explode another. They’re like-”

“Holy shit,” said Keyun. “Serious?”

“Serious.”

“That’s why they’ve been very… Erh. Weird.”

“Weird? Can you tell me more?”

“I don’t know,” said Keyun, shaking his head. “I’m not an expert on them. But everyone stays away from them. Guards often go there and leave, and you don’t want to face a guard. You shouldn’t go to C9, then.”

“Why I want to avoid the guards?”

Keyun sighed, grabbing the knife and setting it aside.

“The guards are prisoners, like us. Keyed and all. But they have access to their dicks. And most of them are fucking perverts like Fleshie or his cohort.”

“Flesh-ie?” began Meero, his voice twisting in anger before it turned into a question. His voice was softer as he watched the Deer roll his eyes.

“A med-tech rapist recruited to help the official med-tech. He’s a fucking pervert who fucks you before he fixes you. And if you’re fine, he’ll fuck up with your body ‘til you’re screaming. We got a guy, Grunch. He got his earhole fucked by that guy. He’s now deaf on one side. Never ask the guards for help. Or ask for them.”

Meero gulped. So far, he might have been spared the worst.

Or he wasn’t sure, his body shivering at the idea. Shivering and feeling sick, again back in that place smelling of antiseptic and shit.

No gag reflex, even though he wanted to puke.

“Are you okay? He won’t touch you if you avoid the guards, dude,” said Keyun, passing a hand on Meero’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Just… I need a minute,” mumbled the Dragon, passing a hand in front of his mouth while the nausea passed. A bit greener, Meero exhaled and then sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“No problem. Your guy… The one who took you. It was a guard, right?”

Meero nodded, his trembling hands speaking on his behalf, too.

“They didn’t do that to prisoners before. But the place has changed.”

Meero didn’t nod.

But that place fucking was awful. It had already crushed his pride. And fear… Fear gnawed at him. But he had… Had his duties.

“Keero.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know Keero? Keero Scalebane?”

“Who’s that?”

“I think he’s with the Templar.”

“That’s who you want to meet at C9?”

“No,” answered Meero, lifting his hand toward the knife and then stopping. “He’s a friend. I was told someone could help me find him.”

“Well. Shit.”

The Deer’s hand went away, and so he sighed.

Again, silence before Meero grabbed the knife and returned to cutting. Keyun’s hooves clomped away for a moment. But then, he returned, assured.

“Something happened?” asked Meero, uneasy.

“No. I just told Esthor you wouldn’t be ready. Which means the crew will have more to do,” said Keyun, lifting his chin towards them.

All three predators chuckled before the Komodo Dragon answered with a: “Good to me!”

“I don’t know what that means. But thanks,” said Meero, exhaling. And cutting.

“Hey. We’re not monsters. Sure, you’re a fine piece of meat. But by the looks of it, you’re in shock.”

“I…”

Meero observed his hands, the mechanical movements. Then the other predators working in the kitchen. They looked so relaxed, to the point they’d be smoking at that point.

“Yeah.”

“Finish those roots,” pointed Keyun, lifting one cup with three more roots. “And it will be enough. I’ll show you your room.”

More cutting later, and Meero was dragged from ‘room’ to ‘room’, led behind the dividers that separated the places where people relaxed, chatted, traded with outsiders of the gang, and stored what they got.

It was mainly food, dry grains with the Agropa corporation on it, but not only. Implants, scrap metal, even half-broken computers were part of the pile.

Still, Meero and Keyun climbed the stairs that were on the building's side, only to enter a smaller house above, with a few more rooms. Bedrooms, with dirty mattresses and cots.

A comfort that was far from the worst, but far from the comfortable bed Meero was used to.

“You’ll sleep here with the others,” pointed Keyun, at a room with six mattresses.

“Got it,” nodded Meero, rubbing his face and… Dropping headfirst onto the mattress.

“Don’t worry about the alarm. And the others joining you late, we’ll be busy tonight.”

Meero didn’t nod, but he grunted, closing his eyes and pressing on the eyelids so they wouldn’t open. The dark… That was almost comfortable as he sighed.

“Yes.”

The hoofed steps left him behind, with Keyun probably going somewhere more interesting.

Then, Meero rolled onto his back, watching.

Above, one dirty neon light burned his eyes. Contrary to the place below, that ‘house’ was more rickety, closer to the shanty houses he’d seen. But it was sturdy, with wooden beams above from which dangled towels.

No windows, no escape unless he had to take the way back. Yet, he was feeling secure, somehow. And yet, not.

Not as secure as he wanted to be as he closed his eyes. He could still feel it.

The control over his body, the alarms that were turned off, the pain, the sting, the abuse, the presence. There was no camera linked to his vision, but it was as if it had been there all along.

The smell of antiseptics, of sex. The pipework lining the walls everywhere, the cold body storage, the rock music going on in the background.

Meero… Huffed, exhaled, tensed his arms and legs. Then… he relaxed them, letting his tension go.

Instruction: Flush Ho- Access Unauthorized

Yet, it returned.

That message, that cursed message. And those locks, those restrictions, as if he were nothing but a toy now. It would be the same… it had to be the same. That’s what Keyun said?

And… Much to his shame, Meero reached for his groin, for his cock that dangled free now.

His cock he grabbed, and touched… And stroked. He peeled the foreskin, tried to rub it in… But even as he did, there was no reaction.

He was limp, entirely limp.

He sighed. Huffed. Held his breath.

He clenched his jaw. Clenched his face. And closed his eyes. But the tension was there, eating him. His legs, his face. His chest. It was like he was locked, through and through. Locked inside and out, and unable to breathe without thinking.

His heartbeat was fast, too fast.

His legs twitched and tensed.

His fingers clicked against his chest, like a dull thud.

He-

“Oh! Yes! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

The voice came from below, but it continued with that same begging, that same plea to cum. No, more echoed.

“Yeah! That’s how it should be! Use your mouth! Pred!”

“Fuck me up! I want to cum! Do better! I’ll kick your face if you fuck this!”

“Harder! Damnit! Can’t you have more self-respect, faggot?!”

The cries came from below. So loud, so brutal. They were fucking, obviously.

Did everything have to be around sex and fucking and abuse here?

Meero grumbled and pressed his palm against his face, crushing along his eyelids and his tears as he gargled. And huffed.

“Make it stop!”

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