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Chap 2

As the sounds of sex and pleasure rose in the officer's waiting room, the Horse out front was getting impatient. The Bull was now over an hour late, which truly annoyed him to no end. He might have to stay late to finish the first day's worth of procedures, class-A changes always required convalescence. The Bull would be staying here for quite a while... the fact that it was so extensive meant that he'd end up getting quite the bonus at least.

When the bovine finally walked into the building, the Horse felt a strange tug of recognition on seeing him. It took him a few seconds, but he suddenly realized he was looking at _ 'The Legendary Longhorn' _. The big equine frowned slightly, muttering _ 'Holy shit...' _ to himself under his breath at the fact he'd be working on a celebrity. The Bull was a real pro in the M.M.A scene, but his star had been descending in recent months. He'd lost a string of bouts to younger, stronger males, and fans had been abandoning him. The Horse was boggling at the situation, there was no way the Bull had actually sign up for all this... Was there?

The huge Bull clopped up to the counter, a few inches taller than the massive Horse even. "Hey... my promoter sent me down here... he said I could get Aggression Increasing therapy instead of reduction?" The big bovine snorted, up close Jarrod could see the old scar on his shiny blue hide.

The Horse looked at his computer screen again, nothing on that list would make the Bull more aggressive... absolutely nothing. But he also knew, that a lot of males had their egos battling their fantasies when it came to Pacification. And the email order, with its matching notification number, was all the legal protection he needed. So the big Horse smiled as he turned back to the Bull, this was going to bring in a lot of money.

"Whatever you signed up for... we'll do." He said, gesturing the Bull to one of the rooms, the one with the in-room convalescence tank. The big Bull opened the door walking to the room, and the Horse stepping in after him.

He asked the Bull to lie back on the table and relax as best he could, smiling slightly. "Just take off your clothing entirely, and we'll start with the first procedure." It was a simply one Physical demasculinization. The removal of identifying gender signs other than genitalia, those legendary long horns... about to become much shorter.

The huge Bull stripped off his clothing carelessly, exposing his bulging muscles covered in a short blue fur. His body a mass of thick, powerful muscle, the Horse had seen it on TV of course. But it was even more impressive in person, and there was a masculine power that seemed to surround that body. Like the musky male scent it gave off, Jarrod had seen any number of naked male furs in his time. From giant Bears to huge Tigers, to Rhino's and Buffalo's he'd even treated a young Elephant once. But none of them compared to the sculpted muscle on display now, it was plain the Bull had spent years working to get this well defined look. The Horse glanced down at those massive melons, which dangled below the bovine's heavy sheath. Obviously the big fellow hadn't needed to cheat, and use chemicals to get where he now was. This was all grade A... one hundred percent all natural beef; the Horse looked at his list of procedures again shaking his head.

"The jewelry as well please." Jarrod requested the handsome blue Bull snorted, and slowly took off the dozen or so gold chains around his neck. And then the rings from his thick fingers, piling them all up neatly on a counter not far away from his clothing. Reaching down the big Bovine lifted up his heft balls, showing the big gold ring piercing the back of that sack just below his taint.

"I'll need help getting this one out." He grunted, making the Horse hold up his massive testicles... as he carefully worked the ring out of his flesh and lay it with the others. And then he climbed up onto the table and lay down on his back, not saying a word as the Horse moved around the table. Slowly affixing the restraints around the big bovines limbs, explaining as he did that they were as much for the patient's safety as his own. Once the massive athlete was locked down securely, Jarrod returned to the head of the table, taking out the largest most powerful circular saw they had. Before leaning down to examine those massive longhorns, this was a totally different procedure than antler removal. These massive horns had a soft blood filled inner core, which would need to be cauterized after amputation. The big Horse took a marker out and drew a line around those thick horns, about four inches from the Bulls big head.

"What... what are you doing?" The Legendary Longhorn demanded as the Horse picked up that saw again, the Bulls bead little eye's flying open wide as he looked up at the saw. "Wha... No you can't... I'm The Legendary Longhorn!" The big bovine was bucking and struggling against the restraints now, his powerful muscles bugling even more impressively. But even this massive mountain of beef, couldn't break those strong belts and straps. Although the table did creak and shudder almost alarmingly, as he cursed and fought to escape.

"It's what you signed up for." Jarrod replied in a dead pan voice, as the saw screamed to life and he went to work removing those huge proud horns. The symbol of a mature male Bull, the things most obviously marking him as male. The Horse cutting them off with a grim determination, as the big Bull screamed threats at him loudly. The Horse had heard much worse from the criminals he'd processed over the years, he tossed first one and then the other into the waste bin. Next he picked up the heated tool that was used to cauterize the tips, which would make sure those horns stopped growing. His nose wrinkling at the scent of burning bone and cooking flesh waffled up to his nose. Next came the end caps over those short stubs, sealing the quick center to keep out infection.

"What the hell?" The big Bull demanded, wanting to know just what was going on... Jarrod held up his tablet letting his patient read everything he was signed up for. "What... No that's a mistake... I didn't sign up for this! For any of this Mr. Vanon said I was just going to get Aggression Increasing therapy."

"Sorry but you saw the paper work." The Bull continued to thrash, realizing in horror that he'd never have horns again. Of course, that was wrong Jarrod just needed to let him heal before he put the new, dainty caps on them. Those proud male appendages going from massive to minuscule, after all that was all part of the treatment.

When he had the caps and the sealant on the Bulls horns, he moved back to the side, getting out a pair of heavy clippers. The next part was actually more mundane... the removal of non-feminine hair. He started on the Bull's chest, where he smoothed him down to a nice, even coat of fur while the big bovine swore bitterly at him. Once he was done, the Bull looked properly sleek, and after the treatments, it would always have this nice appearance. Doing it now though, reinforced what was happening mentally for the patient, this was about removing the Bull's outer masculinity as thoroughly as possible. After his chest, he moved to his neck, getting rid of that loose, shaggy fur and leaving a nice, clean appearance behind. After that, his pits, his legs... and finally, he finished around the Bull's sheath and sac, thinning his pubic fur to a nice, smooth state. When he was done, the Horse smiled, and then got out the vacuum, working it over the Bull and removing the loose fur, then sighing slightly.

"Unfortunately, the next step isn't one we can do quickly." Jarrod explained, more to feel the power he had over this massive male, than to calm him. "The process you signed up for means that we can't use our regular, fast acting process due to the nature of things. So, you're keeping your nuts..." The Horse said, pausing to watch the look of relieve wash over the others muzzle before he continued.

The big Bull sighed gustily in relief, grunting in his rough deep voice. "Thank fucking god..."

"...However you're losing most of your sac volume." The grinning Horse finished, a sudden rush of power flooding through him as the look on the others muzzle fell.

The huge Bull looked up, and then redoubled his fight against the restraint straps holding him to the table. Obviously, the mighty Bull couldn't realize that the pacifying method he'd been signed up for would require such an extensive timeline. The Horse knew, quite obviously now, that the Bull hadn't known what was going on at all. But... a set of procedures like this would net the Horse quite a sum, and if he didn't do it, then there was a good chance it would be a different Center.

"Of course, these are far too large for the process, so you're going to have to get a few treatments. But, while I'm on that, you relax here..." He said, pulling down the VR visor, having already booted up the correct program. It was a form of Aggression Therapy, that was used with this process to make a male more submissive. For the Bull, it was a series of _ 'defeat' _ scenarios, each pushed down into his subconscious as they were ran. And of course, with each loss in the imaginary ring, there would be frustration... and arousal. Enjoying losing was the first step for beating the Bull's mind into submission after all, more real world training would come later.

Suddenly a pleasant rush of adrenaline raced though the big Bull, he wasn't in that horrible Center anymore... relief rushing through him. He looked around finding himself in familiar surroundings, not exactly like the chain link cage he was use to. But it was an arena that felt very normal... almost like he'd been here hundreds of times. As he looked around things seemed to grow more and more known, making the big Bull feel more comfortable. He had a long association with this place, a suddenly wave of dizziness washed over him, but was quickly gone. He rolled his massive shoulders, hearing the crowds clamoring just beyond the bright lights of the ring. That noise surged and suddenly his opponent stepped into the ring, it was... that young Palomino stallion that was winning so much. _ 'What was he called?' _The name escaped his mind at that moment; The Legendary Longhorn found himself admiring his big draft horse opponent.

The young Stallion like the Bull was big, with well defined muscles and a ruggedly handsome muzzle... that showed only minor scarring from his many fights. As his eye's moved down that powerful body he was shocked to see that the Horse was naked, his sheath already thick and those balls massive. It was only then that the Bull realized that he too was unclothed; this was something different for him. Fighters were never allowed to fight naked on TV, oh that was it this wasn't televised. This was like it use to be... an underground fight just for those furs who knew where to go and who to talk to. The Bull had started out in this kind of thing, which must be why the place looked so very familiar to him. But just then the bell rang and the big Horse came at him, the Bulls charging to meet him head on. Instantly they were locked into a powerful struggle, the two of them grappling for a long moment. Before he managed to toss the big Horse back, it had taken all his strength to do it. This big boy was strong, the Bull felt a slowly growing respect for the Stallion, and he threw a crushing punch to the big equine jaw. Moving to instantly follow it up with an over hand left, knowing that no one could withstand his three punch combination. He delivered a massive upper cut that sent the Horse reeling back, as the Bull grinned knowing it was all over.

"That all you got wimp?" The big draft Horse sneered as he recovered; making the Bull stare in shock no one had ever been able to shrug that off. The big equine was back on top of him faster than he'd expected, grappling once again only this time the Bull was feeling weaker. He wasn't able to throw the Horse off like before, tired now he just didn't have the strength to do it. The two of them struggled until the big Horse managed to get him into a submission hold, putting enormous pressure on the Bulls arm making him bellow in pain. "Submit." The Stallion demanded, but the big bovine shook his head in denial even as he twisted and fought. "Submit." The Horse shouted louder twisting that arm up harder, racking the Bull's body with pain...

"Noooo." The Legendary Longhorn bellowed right back, wiggling and twisting until he had last managed to break free. He stumbled backwards across the ring, the Stallion following him every step pounding and pummeling him every staggering step backwards. The big blue Bull covering up and ducking away, moving around the ring as the crowd hissed at him for avoiding the Horse. Soon he was ready to go on the attack again, swiftly blasting a kick to the equines gut and charging in to deliver punch after punch. The big Stallion took it all and never seemed to slow down... or get tired he just kept attacking over and over. Until he again caught the exhausted Bull in a submission hold, forcing the Bull to the ground twisting his arms up behind him.

"Submit..." The big stud repeated over and over again, as he inflicted greater pain on him. The Bull resisting with all his might, as the crowd began to chant softly at first but growing louder. "Submit SubmitSubmitSUBMIT!" The Bull feeling weaker and his resolve all that was keeping him in the fight slowly vanishing bit by bit. He fought on for a few moments longer, and as the crowd screamed for him to give up he moaned softly.

"I... I submit." The Legendary Longhorn moaned, suddenly realizing what it was he was feeling between his naked rump cheeks. As the Horse released his arms the big bovine glanced back, seeing that massive equine cock hot-dogged in his ass crack. The sneering Stallion gripped his tail, pulling it to the side so that his soft hot anus was fully exposed. And then drew that mighty fuck stick back, letting his flare slide down to that tight pucker. "Wait wha..." The big Bull started to ask, but as he watched in horror that smirking stud slowly shoved that big blunt tip into him. "OOOOWWWW GODS." The Bull screamed, even as the watching crowd began to cheer and clap in delight. The chanting of _ 'Submit' _ going wild the clapping growing louder as the crowds called his name like they always do... While behind him the big Horse was whispering lewdly into his ear, telling him this was what they wanted... what he wanted. The Bull feeling even weaker and insanely confused by what was going on, the big Horse using him hard... stunningly it had began feeling good. Each thrust of that huge cock, met with loud wild cheers from the furs watching. He could hear words of adoration being called out, praise for him... he was a winner... he was taking cock. His pleasure building as the crowds cheered him on... suddenly he felt a rush looking down to see his own hard cock cumming. The watching furs shouting their love for him, praising his submissiveness cheering his orgasm.

And then he was standing again, a new opponent stepping into the ring a big Tiger. The Bull grinning felines were easy, all you had to do was hurt them really badly and they would stop fighting he knew. Only it didn't work out that way the big cat managed to get him into a leg breaker, and he found himself submitting to the predator. Again he was used by the other male, the crowds screaming and chanting his name until the Tiger made him cum. A Rhino followed and then another Bull, over and over again The Legendary Longhorn was forcing into submitting, and in returned was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm. Until he found himself facing the Stallion again, there was no charging attack this time. The big Horse just walked up to him and ordered him to submit, gently pushing the Bull to his knees. The lustfully grinning equine shoved that big cock into the Bulls mouth, the crowd chanting _ 'Suck Suck SUCK!' _ He did it reluctantly at first, but with the screaming crowd urging him on the big Bull's mouth grew more and more eager to please.

Opponent after opponent using him, until the crowd started coming into the ring, smaller and smaller furs from Lions to canines and on down. Each one ordering him to submit and he submitted to them one after another, letting them rut his mouth or anus until they shot they thick load into him. Somewhere along the line his own orgasms stopped, but that didn't matter because it wasn't about cum. It was all about submission... about power and who had it... the big Bull giving it up just like he was giving up his body. That had bothered him in the beginning; he had always been in control in his life. In control of himself, and of many others... from his cow's to his opponents in the ring. But as he gave himself over fully to others, a kind of mindless joy began to fill him... the joy of submission. It was profoundly powerful he was discovering, not realizing that the powerful drugs coursing through his system. And the artificially implanted thoughts and feelings, were over writing his own normal strong will and dominant mindset. Even his natural male breeder sexuality getting erased, being rewritten into a drive to serve the sexual desires of other males.

Slowly the scene shifted the males, using the Bull's mouth in a different manner than before. Now they stood over him ordering him to open his mouth, as bright golden streams of sparkling urine splashed down over him. That hot golden liquid reeking in his nostrils, he'd once broken a males jaw for saying _ 'Piss on you' _now he just lay there. Excepting this demeaning treatment, submitting himself to the will of those other males. As he was desecrated over and over, until his big body trembling in orgasm the pleasure reinforcing his joy in submitted to this violent disrespect of his person.

Jarrod smiled to himself as he watching the program running to its end, the big Bull repeating softly to himself over and over again _ 'I submit... I submit' _. The Horse had seen this many times in the past, no matter how strong or proud they were the system always wore them down... always won out in the end. The big Equine had to admit if only to himself that he loved watching it happen, not as much as he loved the money he made doing it naturally. He had a nice little herd of mares thanks to this job, enjoyed a upper class life style all thanks to fools like this big Bull. The government didn't pay that well for the criminals they processed, but guys like this and the Stag from earlier were putting his colts through college. Which was why he really didn't mind, all the over time he was going to spend wreaking this mighty stud.

Guys like Corey went in it for their own pleasure, even Lance did it for the pure perverse satisfaction he got out of the act it's self. And while there were certain nasty little joys Jarrod got from time to time, for him it was all about the cash. Hell he'd pacify his own brother... as long as he was getting paid well to do it. So what if it ruined some rich, famous athletes life, changed him from a stud to a dud... he smirked that was just an added bonus.

As the system started to round down, the Horse got up, moving between the Bull's legs and standing over his nuts. He sighed slightly. They were far too large for the biggest of the sac-sheathes that they had, so instead, he had to massage a thick, pasty white cream into them, slowly working it down into the flesh of the Bull's sac, then patting them slightly as he saw them drop entirely. He couldn't help but laugh to himself softly, it was the _ 'fight or flight' _ aspect of it that pleased him so much, after all.

Once the Bull's sac as coated in reduction paste, he examined his sheath, nodding and taking it in his big three fingered hand. After all, this was the Legendary Longhorn... he took out his phone, grinning as he snapped a few pics, getting the bulk of the process. When all of this was done, he could sell the pictures to a tabloid for a small fortune. It wouldn't matter if he lost his job over it with the money that they'd pay for a story like this. Not that he thought that anyone at the Center would care, as long as there was no law suit over it.

Once the program had run its course, he lifted the VR visor, smiling down at the Bull. "You give up?" He asked, smirking ear to ear as the dazing looking bovine glared up at him as he asked that.

The Bull frowned, gritting his teeth and shaking his massive head angrily at the grinning Horse. "N-no." He stammered weakly, his shaking voice only a shadow of its former proud dominant self. "Gg-go fuck yourself."

The Horse laughed at this defiance, and then moved between the Bull's legs. He put a little lube on his gloved finger, and then brutally stuffed it into the Bull's virgin ass. As soon as it was in, he twitched it slightly rubbing over that pleasure gland, and then smirkingly snorted. "Submit."

The big Bull's beady eyes bulged out of their sockets for a moment, and then his mouth flew open wide. "I-I submit, I SUBMIT!" He stammered rapidly, his ass milking the Horse's finger eagerly as Jarrod sneered down at him. The big Equine grinned, then slowly and humiliatingly started to finger fuck the big stud. He pulled out his phone, recording it slowly as the Bull's ass trained by the machine's efforts slowly and greedily milked his finger.

Once the phone hit its maximum recording time, the Horse withdrew his finger, grabbing a smooth, hollow plug and lubing it up as the Bull panted weakly. He couldn't find the strength to resist when the equine had fingered his ass, but now, he was feeling his fury rising again... only for the plug to be rammed into his backside. He grunted, and then flicked his ears as he fell back against the bed weakly.

"Behave." The Horse ordered, laughing and undoing the straps on the big bovine's powerful body. He tugged him up, moving him over to the large, glass cylinder in the corner. The Bull kept trying to fight, to get away, but the Horse just turned him around and pushed him toward the cylinder gently, and eventually, he stepped inside. Once he did, the Equine attached a respirator over his muzzle, and then slid a tube into the plug in his backside, twisting to lock it into place.

"Heh. We call this the glass womb." Jarrod explained with a snicker, knewing that a few days in it would erase all of the Bull's hard work muscle building. "Ready to be reborn?" The big Bull shook his head, his heavy nut sack tingling strangely. The Horse snickered, stepping back and pressing the button to seal the cylinder as it slowly filled with the necessary chemicals for the genetic baths that would do the worst of the work...

He stood there in that big glass tank shivering, as streams of golden liquid poured in around him. The sight filled him with a perverse pleasure, his mind drifting back to all those males urinating on him. And he felt his long slender bovine cock spill out of its sheath, as the liquid rose up to engulf it feeling warm and inviting on his naked flesh. Soon his massive body began to float; it was a sensation that was new to the mighty Bull. Because of the dense muscle mass of his body, he had always sunk like a stone in water. Now he was drifting in a sea of warm piss, that mental image making his huge rut stick tense and flex.

Watching the blurred image of the smirking Stallion stroll away, the light clicking off as he left the room. The big Bull found himself floating in total darkness, with nothing to do but think. He mind going back to the new experiences he'd had in the ring, dwelling on the feelings of pleasure and joy he'd felt in submission. In truth he had never in his life known such happiness, all his life had been about pain. Using his own pain, anger, dissatisfaction, and depression to inflicting the pain on others... now it was obvious what he'd needed all along. He'd needed to place his life in someone else's hands, submit to their will and their wants forgetting all about his own.

Slowly... insidiously the reprogramming taking, rooting it's self deeper into his mind; using the Bull's own subconscious to firmly plant it's self growing like a weed to take over. Self reflection... and deep thinking in general were not the Bull's forte, in fact it was something he tried to avoid normally. But left alone floating in the dark with only the tingling and trembling in his body, unable to drift off into sleep his mind hovered in the twilight between sleep and alertness. He was only dimly aware that his body was feeling oddly different, something was happening to him outside his head. But what it was he couldn't tell... the tingling within his scrotum had slowly turned into a dull throbbing ache. The trembles in his body slowly growing more and more intense, his heart laboring from all the sexual releases he was feeling. The big Bull was use to cumming a lot; he had a herd of females that he had to service one after the other every time they came into season. Yet now his balls were aching as they struggled to release, how could they be so empty. He had never run dry when servicing his herd, he'd heard about other males having to wait a few hours to regain their potency. But it was never something he'd had to worry about, just the opposite in fact... when his girls weren't in season he'd been forced to use to strength to get what he wanted sometimes.

Slowly he began to unravel things... Mr. Vanon had signed him up for this he realized. The sly little Fox was having this done to him... but why just because he wasn't making him as much money as he use to... No it went farther than that... a part of him knew the Fox wanted what belonged to him. Had subconsciously noticed the greedy, lecherous look in the smaller male's eyes when the Fox had been in his house.

The contract he'd signed to fight for the promoter had stated plainly in the event of his death in the ring the Fox would get eighty percent of his assets. But... but this wasn't a death in the ring... why would the sneaky vulpine want to do this to him. Suddenly vague half forgotten memories began to bubble up within his mind, coming home very intoxicated from a late night drinking binge with his boys. Finding the Fox in his palatial estate there to talk business, or so the drunken Bull had thought at the time. Now the memory pointed to a very different conclusion, he'd been too drunk to realize it at the time. The air had been heavy with the scents of his herd of wives, sexual musk's... scents of breeding. The Fox had been breeding his herd... anger instantly flooded into his mind as he understood. He'd been cuckolded by his own fight promoter... a little male less than half his size was fucking his wives.

Big fists beat against the inside of that glass for a moment, until his fury slowly ebbed away floating off into that liquid. As inside his mind the programming pointed out that it really didn't matter, he would never breed them again anyway. Why would he want to put his dick inside of a female, a shudder of sickened disgust ran down his spine at the very thought of it. His mind filled with desire to submit to all those cock, images of the big young Horse riding him filling his head. And after a time... it was impossible to say how long floating in that inky blackness his thick cock tensed and released in orgasm. However it wasn't just the pleasure of orgasm, it was also the joy of acceptance... the delight of surrender and submission. There in the sensory void his mind replayed those images, finding that he could watch himself giving pleasure to all those males from any angles now. Unlike before where he was viewing it only from his own body, within the tank he could watch it like porn. Looking down over the stallion's shoulder, seeing the look on his own muzzle as he sucked his first cock. Or took a hard ass rutting from a tiny Fox... Fox... Fox something about that bothered him but he couldn't understand what it was. Fucked by a Fox... being screwed by a Fox... being screwed over by a Fox... Mr. Vanon had screwed him.

Jarrod was in bright and early the next morning, after working four hours of overtime the day before with the big Bull. The Horse had a well satisfied spring in his step, after his time with the big cage fighter the day before. Jarrod had gone home and nailed his lead mare lustfully, telling her all about the celebrity client he was working on. She had found it almost as exciting as himself, growing all damp as he had showed her the pictures and video he'd taken. She had gushed about her big sexy husband, being the one who was taking down the Legendary Longhorn.

Jarrod looked over his schedule for the upcoming day, glad to see they only had two state prisoners to do. Lance still had his Lion from yesterday to finish off over the next few days, but he could spare the time to take care of the canine low level offender. The second client was a nasty repeat offender, who would need at least one Class-A Modification and while it wasn't his specialty Corey could handle it just fine. Things would work out just like normal; the big Horse was thinking when a client walked in off the street.

This happened on occasions and when it did it always seemed to happen in clumps of twos and threes. Today it was a particularly sleek, young, creamy white stallion, who was very well dressed. Jarrod took the young Horse into his office, where the young stud introduced himself as Cameron O'War. It took the older Stallion a long moment to make the connection; this was one of the son's of a famous race horse. "So what is it you're interested in?"

"I want to be gelded." The young stallion said flatly, making the other stallion look at him in mild surprise. This wasn't that usual a request, any number of males had come in wanting to be neutered. Most were not this blunt about it; Jarrod took out the literature explaining about the procedures they had to offer. The young Stallion didn't even bother looking through them, but simply stated he wanted them cut off.

"Well we can do that certainly... I take it you do not want to preserve any sperm... for siring offspring at all?" The older Horse had realized where this was going, and why it was going there pretty quickly.

"Not at all..." Cameron agreed, going on to detail that he also wanted his creamy white fur changed to a bubble gum shade of pink. And his mane and tail colored a bright red, as a nice contrast. He also requested a penile reduction, and compliance training to make him more mareish. Jarrod noted all of this down on his paper work; it seemed the young male was going for the full flamer effect. The older stallion quickly realizing this was a rebellion against the young stud's father, who had bred a racing dynasty after retiring to stud. "I suppose you find this all shocking?" The young Stallion snorted, sounding like he was hoping it to have that effect.

"No... not really." Jarrod assured the young Stallion with a big friendly smile, explaining to him that he had gotten similar requests in the past. And in fact had done much more extreme changes, this boy could afford what he wanted the older Horse knew. And Jarrod wasn't about to deny nor discourage him in anyway, this would make another great tabloid story _ 'Son of famous Man' O'War goes pretty pony!' _. It would fill his bank account, almost as much as the modifications being done to the big Bull. He made plans to fully document it, taking before and after pictures and videos. "We have a technician who specializes in just this type of thing. I'll make you an appointment for Friday; we'll keep you over the weekend for your mental conditioning program." He dug out all the mental conditioning literature, unsurprised when the young Stallion picked out a few more procurers. Apparently he was going for the most sissified fag he could possibly be, Jarrod just smirked and added them to the list. He sent the younger equine off with a polite smile, and then laughed at him behind his back. The young rich Stallion wanted to fuck himself up totally, just to spite his father... well as long as the money kept coming the boy was more than welcomed to do as he liked.

With that done, he strolled down to look in on his star patient, finding the Bull floating peacefully in his tank. The golden liquid now had a lot of slimy semen floating in it, showing that the mental programming had been at work over night. It would be firmly set in by now the big Horse knew; sensory deprivation was used in these cases just for that effect. The night nurses had kept a close eye on the Bull through electronic monitoring, today Jarrod would see about finishing the bovines demasculinity treatment. That enormously long cock would be shortened to only hang out of his sheath a few inches, just enough so he could urinate with it without making a mess.

The big Bull looked... smaller, certainly. His musculature having been softened a good amount by the baths, no longer looking huge on his body, and between his legs, his big, fat sac--which had been stretched tightly around his massive nuts--was loose and fleshy. The Stallion nodded, pressing the button to cycle the liquid out. It wouldn't be disposed of, of course. The same bath would be used for the Bull again and again, even as his cum, piss, or tears started to taint the liquid.

The Horse pressed another button while he waited, grinning wickedly as he had the Bull's backside thoroughly cleaned by the system. The bovine was squirming and struggling as it happened, but after a few moments, he started to roll his hips backward against it. The equine grinned and laughed, smiling and pressing the button to wash the big male off, then opened the tube to remove the cleaning device, breather, and plug.

"There we go." He said, smiling and helping the gentled Bull over to the table, laying him down on it. "I know you must feel exhausted." He said, reaching down and feeling the Bull's sac, nodding slightly at the size reduction. Loose around those nuts, which were barely half the size they were before. It would make it that much easier to complete the process of pacifying him, now.

Grinning broadly Jarrod, then stepped back, turning and rooting around in one of the drawers before coming back to the table with a long, plastic sheath. He stuffed a finger into the Bull's ass, getting a long, semi-satisfied moo when he did, and laughed as he started to work the other's prostate slowly. "There we go... C'mon... C'mon get nice and hard for me now..."

The passive Bull shook his head for a moment, but after a few seconds longer, his dick started to slide from his sheath. He knew that he was going to be losing the bulk of his bullhood today, and he tried to keep it from happening, but... it seemed like there was no way to keep himself from thickening all the way out to his full, impressive length.

The Horse whistled as he saw it, laughing softly knowing the Bull was trying to keep from get hard. "Such a big dick." Jarrod breathed in delight, using his camera phone to get a few pic's of that huge fucker. "Ashame." He added, laughing softly and working to slip the plastic sheath over the other's erect cock. "You know that this is the size..." The Horse grunted, struggling harder to forcing it down over that mighty erection. "...that we use on Clydesdales?" He finished as the sheath slowly slid farther down on that thick fucker, laughing softly as he thought about it. "Think about that. You're as hung as a giant fucking Horse, and now, it's all going to be taken away..." He said, grinning from ear to ear, thinking about what he'd spend his bonus on. Maybe a new car... or maybe a nice set of bigger teats for one of his mares.

"Noo... No Please not my cock." The big Bovine pleaded, looking up at the big Horse who was smiling so widely it made him look slightly deranged. Even as he tugged and twisted that long, plastic sheath into place.

He finally wrenched it into place, and a few moments later, the Bull felt a heat working around the base of his dick, followed by a slow trickling sensation running up it as some liquid started to cycle over his length, sucked out by the tube. Almost immediately, his mighty organ began to feel numb within the plastic sheathing.

"Owww fucking hell." He cursed, as the Horse slowly slid a long metal tube into his piss slit and all the way into his bladder. He wanted to look away, knowing what was going to happen to his massive fucker. The Stallion nodded, and leaving the Bull just laying there to watch his cock die, stepped out of the room.

The prisoner delivery would be happening soon, and he needed to make sure Corey knew what was coming. And then tell Lance, he needed to make a little time that afternoon for a quick Hormone reduction and Aggression therapy... but he was already having a perfect day.

"Noo please gods nooo." The Bull whimpered to the empty room in growing horror, it was as if he could feel every weakening pulse within this dying fucker. The sensation within that big organ had been fading, even as the Horse trotted out of the room, leaving him there alone once more. His mind flashing back to the pleasure of using that mighty tool, thrusting it deep into... into... his mind couldn't think of what. He remembered the pleasure of orgasm... remember feeling his big cock flexing and shooting. Yet somehow he couldn't figure out what he'd been rutting, wait... he was mated... he had Cows... _ 'Right...' _and yet as he thought about fucking Cows a wave of disgust rose up within him. _ 'Why was he mated to a bunch of COWS?' _ This was all very confusing... something wasn't right here, and still he couldn't figure it out.

That thick bovine neck quivering as he held his head up, starring at his huge organ as the color drained out of it. That huge red fucker twitching and flexing as if fighting to remain alive, but it was a hopeless battle The Legendary Longhorn knew. And still he couldn't stop watching it, couldn't help wanting his massive fucker to somehow win out. But in the end it was another lose for the big Bull, his organ was pale and bloodless when the smiling Horse came back. "Time to take off the trash." Jarrod snickered, as he took a fresh scalpel out of its package holding it up for the Bull to see before he began cutting. That thick organ was tough and it took him a long while to cut all the way through it, finally he finished and slid it off the catheter rod. Holding it up to take a few pictures of it, before taking some shots of the tiny stub that was left sticking up out of the Bulls sheath. "That's a lot of meat... it will make some pred a good meal." The big Horse laughed as the Bull's head dropped back to the table, there was a sudden flash of movement from his side as he dropped it into the waste bin.

Jarrod cursed softly under his breath, holding the ice pack over his eye as it throbbed. His perfect day much less so with his cheek and eye throbbing, the big Bull was proving to be more resistant to the mental reprogramming than the Horse had expected. Most males were completely passive by this point, but every-time Jarrod had thought he'd broken the Bull totally. He would do something rebellious, this time it had been a big cloven hoof in the muzzle. At that moment he was strapped down to the table, undergoing intense Submission treatments again. Jarrod had decided to put hobbles and other restraints on him, whenever he wasn't strapped down to the table. Well not many guys could say they got a black eye from The Legendary Longhorn himself, and it would no doubt impress and garner sympathy from the Horse's mares.

Jarrod took out the longest thickest needles they had, and slowly inserted them deep into the Bull's heavy testicles. Watching as that big body reacted to the pain, even while the Bull's mind was under VR control. With the still enormous size of those balls, Jarrod had to use twice the number of needles. And he had to admit he did get a certain pleasure from jabbing them roughly into the big Bull's nuts. "That's right I hurt your fat balls... and I'm going to hurt them a lot more." The big Horse grunted as he clamping on the electrodes, setting the oscillating timer to double its normal length. And began the treatment, the air crackling as the electricity began burning up the Bull's mighty nuts from the inside.

Returning to his office, the Horse checked on the progress Corey and Lance were having with their latest assignments. The Tiger had finished up with his prisoners base treatments, but was now doing some things the canine had volunteered for. The big Horse shook his head wily and then winced as his bruised cheek throbbed. Lances patients always seemed to get a bit more than they came in for, not that the Horse was complaining it was more money from the state. Corey's prisoner on the other hand was going like clockwork; the big Boar would have him fully treated by the end of the day. Once he'd spent a night in the tank, they could release him sometime the next day if he showed no signs of treatment resistance. Which so far everything seemed to be taking very well, it was strange how most patients could be so pliant and others could be such a pain in the ass. The big Horse knew that he had at least another four hours of overtime that night; well it's the challenges that make life worth living.

Jarrod checked his email, happy to see that tomorrow looked like an open day, but doubted it would stay that way. Standing up he stretched his long equine legs, it was time he go back to work. He wanted to run the Subservience training on his patient again, and knew that by this time the oscillating timer would have shut off. When he finished with this bastard... the Bull would never lift a finger to harm anyone ever again. Even if some predator was eating him alive, the Bull would just ask if he wanted salt or pepper.

Wednesday.

Jarrod had spent an exciting night with his other two mares, just as he'd figured the girls had been very impressed with his injury. And his first mare had grudgingly agreed that the other two deserved to have time with their big stud husband. So he'd spent most of the night making his mare's squeal, while replaying cutting off the big Bull cage fighter's huge cock. His girls had of course wanted to hear all about it, and see the pictures on his phone. All in all... this patient was turning out to be an enormous boost for the Horses sex life... even though it meant the end of the Bull's... at least with females. "Hehehe..." He couldn't help chuckling, wondering if there was any new patients looking to book procedures, he'd have to check his email.

Sure enough, Jarrod found a Wolverine waiting on him as he checked in at the front desk. Another walk in... this fella was worried about his hair temper, and wanted to get his aggressiveness lowered before he got into trouble. The big Horse assuring him this was a wise decision, they talked a bit and decided on tooth blunting, claw removal, and _ 'mild' _ the patients word... Aggression Therapy. The big Horse didn't bother trying to explaining that there were only standard and drastic levels. "Alright so that's Aggression Therapy, Disarmament and I really would suggest considering Submission Therapy as well." The Wolverine thought about for a moment and then shrugged... telling the Horse to include that as well. Jarrod smiled and nodded knowing that those three treatments together, always brought a premium increase in price. He send the Wolverine into room two to await Lance, the Tiger would already be in working on his Lion a bit more.

Corey would of course be finishing up his prisoner from the day before; Jarrod reviewed the Boars reports happy to see the patient had responded so well. He was just walking out of his office, when he saw Lance come prancing out of a treatment room. "I've got a walk in for you in room two." He handed the paper work to the smiling Tiger, noting the not so faint scent of lube on him as he did. "I take it your Lion boy is responding well..."

"Wow that isss sssome ssshinier." The Tiger exclaimed, looking Jarrod's muzzle over first this way and then that. The feline wouldn't ask Jarrod knew, but would wait until the Stallion told him... or he heard about it from someone else. "Wha... Oh yesss he'll be a nice submisssive little deer by Friday." Lance lisped, as he thumbed through the file Jarrod had just handed him, his striped muzzle splitting into a blunt toothed smile. "Talked thisss guy into the full boat... huh. Very nice... oh look hisss HMO will be paying for it all." Tiger noted happily, he believed that every predator should have at least one run of those three treatments. And now that most health plans cover it, he was hoping more of them would be coming in. Waving to the Horse cheerfully, the sleek Tiger opened the door to room number two and strolled inside.

Jarrod saw Corey a little farther up the hall, and so hurried up to the big Boar noticing the look on his muzzle. "Yes this is a hell of a shinier... I didn't have my patient strapped down all the way, and he proved somewhat resistant to reprogramming." The big Horse snorted, heading off the question he knew Corey was about to ask. "How are things looking with your...?" The big Horse inquired unable to remember what kind of fur the prisoner was, the heavy Hog flashed him a wide satisfied grin.

"Perfect chief... he's responded very well. The arresting officers will be by in an hour or so to sign off on it. And then he'll be back out on the street, a sweet cuddly Panda." Corey snickered lewdly, knowing it was the turn over that matter to the Horse. "We got anything else to do?"

"Not at this time. Why don't you review the paper work on your Friday appointment until the police arrive. I'll call you if we get another walk in."

"Sounds like a plan." The hefty Boar snorted, already very excited about the sexy young Horse he was scheduled to geld and feminize at the end of the week._ 'Only one more day to go after today...' _ The big Boar thought eagerly, already getting an erection as he looked over the sexy young equines list of modifications. "Maybe this is the one." Corey muttered under his breath, thinking about how eager and sweet the young Horse would be when he finished with him.

Jarrod turned on the lights and looked in on his big Bull; The Legendary Longhorn was looking decidedly less legendary. That massive body smaller certainly, gone was much of his former muscle mass... he was looking softer and rounder. If viewed from behind one would almost certainly think Cow, except for the big deflated bag of his scrotum. They would be addressing that today; making the bag fit those shrunken testicles. The Stallion nodded to himself, pressing the button to cycle the liquid out of the tank. The Bull's furry skin looking loose on his soft rotund frame, the white nylon restraints would need tightening the Horse thought. As the big bovine waddled out of the tank and over to the table as the Horse directed. Jarrod tightened the straps first and then ordered his patient to lie back on the table. The Bull offered up no resistance, as Jarrod loaded up a couple of syringes. Injecting the drugs into the bovine, before sliding the VR head set on him.

Once his patient was under, and moaning softly in utter acquiescence... The big Horse went to work removing all that excess skin, tightening that ball bag back up to display the Bull's now much smaller orbs. They would look laughable on that big soft body, along with that bobbed cock that was only a few inches long.

Within the system, the Bull was staggering through the locker room, his face red with humiliation as he saw all the big, powerful males turning, looking at him, and stroking their cocks and their massive sacs. He felt so small, and as his paw reached down to explore himself, he realized just how tiny he was. He grunted, furious... he use to be so fucking hung, and then, that god damned Horse.

He punched a locker, but as he did, the pain radiated up his arm, making him grunt weakly as he staggered slightly. A couple of the males there caught him, slowly laying him back on the bench. One of them laid his nuts on the Bull's muzzle, chuckling slightly as the Bull couldn't help but lick them. His tongue snaked out need fully. between his legs, someone was stroking his cock-nub slowly, squeezing it and feeling how small it was--commenting on it, as well. As he continued to squeeze and work that nub, the big Bull felt someone sliding their cock between his cheeks, and he found himself reaching down and tugging his ass-cheeks apart. The huge cock slid in, and he moaned loudly into those big fat nuts his mouth was lapping at.

Slowly, he felt more and more worshipful of sacs, even as the sacs kept getting smaller and smaller. His own was so pathetic, he remembered... he was pathetic... a pathetic bitch. His head swam, and he grunted lightly as he weakly started to thrust his nub into whatever paw was currently teasing it. He might have cum, but he couldn't be sure. His cock didn't work and flex like it used to, it just weakly oozed out his loads.

Outside the system, Jarrod watched the Once-Legendary Longhorn's nub thicken and ooze out pre-cum heavily, and he nodded. Hopefully, the programming would work a little better this time, no one could resist it forever the Stallion knew. He shook his head, and then washed his hands, stepping out of the room and walking back to the front desk where he sat down, filling out the paperwork on things. As he did, the Wolverine walked out from the back, his muzzle crimson and his demeanor quite different than it had been before. Lance walked out with him, rubbing his shoulders and whispering soft little encouragements, all of which made the once-powerful predator give a little, blunted grin.

He filled out the last of his paperwork, thanking the Horse, then heading out of the building. Lance grinned at Jarrod, and then came around the counter, sitting down next to him, purring softly at him. "Anyone elssse for me today?" The Tiger asked, he was giving the Horse the big, soft eyes... which meant...

"You're wanting to give your kitty some extended playtime today, huh?" Jarrod asked, scribbling a few more things down as the Tiger cleared his throat.

"Mhmmmmm." Lance purred loudly, grinning as he thought about the young Lion. "He keepsss volunteering for more thingsss. I just love it..." Lance admitted, laughing softly as he looked over at his boss. "Today, we got hisss cock ssso perfectly sssmooth... He feelsss wonderful, but he can't get it up unlesss I tease him juussttt right. And I wanna make him much more eager than that." The slender Tiger added, smacking his lip's as if the idea was a sweet treat he wanted to devour.

Jarrod laughed softly, knowing that Lance was a perfectionist, at least when it came to working on violent offenders. "Fine, fine... but you're doing it off the clock, just lock up when you're finished."

Lance gave a little delighted mewl, that the big Horse always found slightly disturbing. "Thanks, Jerrod." The tall feline called, bouncing out of his chair and then rushing down the hall.

Corey was walking out of the back, carrying a few files with him. "Gonna call it early, Jer." He explained, not that there was much of the day left of course, the big Horse nodded. "I'll be in early tomorrow... appointment is scheduled for 6:00 AM, since it's an all day." The hefty Hog mentioned, Jarrod didn't stop him, just waved as he left, then checked his readouts.

He stood up slowly, stretching and heading back to the Bull's room. The system had run itself through the iteration three times, and each time, it had gotten more and more ingrained. The Horse removed the visor, and then tugged the Bull up, moving him back to the chamber and putting him in. But this time, before he sealed it, he sneered at the Bull. His black eye was still there, and he didn't think his revenge had been sufficient... not yet.

He tugged his scrubs down, and then let his cock drop out of its sheath. He took it, aiming at the restrained Bull, and then started to piss on him. He aimed for his nub and _ 'sac' _, smirking as the Bull writhed, the piss burning the stitches where he'd removed the extra skin, and he finished by simply pissing in the bottom of the tube. Then, without draining it, he closed the door, starting the cycle as the cum and piss stained fluid that had been eating the Bull's masculinity up like it was nothing started to refill the system. The Bull glared at him furiously through the glass, and the Horse smirked back at him, as if daring him to do anything... and after a few seconds, the Bull looked away.