FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chap 2

Back in the Tiger's treatment room, the Doberman was looking pensive as he considered. "Ammmm so you... you really think I should do it?" Toby asked, looking over the layout of program's the Tiger had called up on the computer on the second table in the room. Which of course was one of the reason's Lance used this room for intern training every year, the fact was the Tiger rarely convinced his interns into doing it. But it had happened once or twice, of course those interns had ended up going into other lines of work. But the Tiger had much more experience now, if he could just get the Doberman on his table.

"Ohooooo absssoluthely." Lance lisped with his big bright smile, slowly running his paw down the canine's back. "I did myssself... and it gave me a far better undersssthanding not only of the processs, but alssso of the thrue justice that we help to craft for thossse in our care." The big, soft, feline lisped gently, as the young Doberman rubbed his brow slowly. "I'm going to ssstart Tarn'sss four run of Sssubmisssion therapy, while you decide what you'd like to." The big Tiger said softly, turning his back on the confused canine without pressuring him. Strolling over to the computer, he booted up the Submission program that had been modified for the Bear. A smile slowly spreading across the big stripped felines lip's, as he saw the handsome young black and tan canine stripping off his scrubs. Before climbing up onto the table, the programs had been set to start automatically. Reaching up Troy placed the VR headset on himself, laying back on the table as the system's restraints engaged themselves. "Hehehe thatsss a good boy." Lance giggled out loud, as the young intern sank under the control of the mental retraining program. The Tiger knowing that at this point he could say or do anything, the canine either wouldn't remember it or would thank him for being a wise mentor.

The Doberman started to squirm as he looked into the visor, his head swimming as he went deeper and deeper under the system, breathing in and out slowly. It started as a trickle of shame creeping up the back of his neck, and a moment later, he realized he was nude... floating in nothing. A few seconds later, the shame started to build within his mind. This was the first of the programs he was trying, he remembered 'Predatory Disassociation.' It was designed to keep predators from... from acting on their... their... base... feral... urges.

He was intensely dizzy for a moment and then he felt a odd wet feeling, followed by... by pressure. It was an uncomfortable pressure in his backside, was something stretching his tail hole? 'No.' He didn't sign up for... for... Submission Therapy... he hadn't signed up for anything really. Volunteered... he'd freely offered himself up to this, at his mentors urging and was getting the treatment for free. He... Nnn... his ass started to tingle in a erotically pleasurable way, it started to feel very good. His fuck-rod started to slide free, the spaded canine tip dripping as he reached a nice, proud size... only to feel a deep, radiating sense of shame a moment later. 'Fuck.' He hated his strong canine cock... hated the pressure of having a big cock...

Outside, Lance was grinning as he watched the inception programming dipping deeper and deeper, more and more thoroughly. "You lovveeee working here." Lance lisped into Toby's furry, canine ear softly, while the sexy Dobie lay there moaning weakly. "Thisss isss the career you want... and you wanna be jussst like your mentor... Jussst like that cute, sisssy Tiger... you wanna be a pacified predator... a sexy, subby Dobie boy..." Lance murmured seductively into his interns ear, grinning and looking over at the Bear a little bit. "And you want every predator to be just like you..."

The Doberman squirmed on the table, the system quietly removing his 'Straightness' and correcting the errors that nature had made. He murmured softly to himself... _"Just like me..."_making Lance grin to himself, and then stroll off to get the testosterone reduction system. After all... the Doberman would be asking for it very soon, among other thing of course.

Toby felt like he was floating still, odd sensations rushing through him in this strange twilight of being. He groaned softly, the intense feeling of the system cycling out his bowels, cleaning him, making him squirm and feel out of sorts. The sensation didn't last long though, eventually fading into a tingling pleasant sensation. He... liked being clean after all, enjoyed this idea as well as the fact of it. Didn't he? Yeah... Yeah, he liked having his ass scrubbed clean... the Doberman decided, loved feeling like he was... was...

Wait... wait... what... something was off, something was oddly wrong here. He didn't like that sort of thing... he wasn't into enemas or ass play at all. Was he? "AA-AH!" Toby jerked crying out suddenly, and then moaning softly as he felt something sliding inside of him. Something long, hard, and hot... pushing through his already opened tail hole to slide deep within his body. He tried to examine the sensation, to process it, but every time he did, he shorted out with pleasure of the moment. The words slowly forming within his mind, singing inside of his mind excitingly. 'Cock. Dick. Big, fat equine, cervine, and bovine shafts. Glorious, huge prey cocks that made his cute little preddy peepee tingle... Wait.. Wait, his WHAT?! He did NOT have a little peepee... Nnn... Didn't... didn't...'

There was another burst of heavenly pleasure, and the thoughts were forcibly processed once again. He managed to resist it a second time, but he couldn't manage a third. The pleasure burst over him, wearing him down, making him tingle in need as he could feel the cock moving within his ass, making his pathetic little predator penis tingle and dribble. Prey cocks were just... soooo good, so thick and perfect... so much better than his own. Better than all predator shafts... he knew that now... it made the one in his ass feel even better.

Outside the system, Lance was grinning widely as he watched the readouts on his computer screen. The big Bear lay in the background--unmaled and ignored, being programmed--while the Tigers real project was stretched out on this table there. The Tiger was giggling softly to himself, reaching out and touching the canine's smooth furry body. He knew exactly what the Doberman was going through of course, exactly what he was experiencing. The programs he was running him through were the same ones that Lance himself had experienced--with a few modifications the Tiger had included based on his own life experiences.

He reached over again, stroking the Dobie's hot shaft a few times with his gloved paws. It was a nice, thick, canine shaft... with a gorgeous throbbing knot. It was a shame that he was rendering it useless, mentally aligning the Doberman to a more suitable role for a predator a nice submissive, bottom. He'd wake up, thinking that the experience in the system was just a taste of the scenarios, but in a day or perhaps two, he'd want more. His fat nuts sterilized naturally, testosterone reduced within question, shaft resized, knot deflated without a doubt, ass programmed for dick a must...

Lance reached for his own scrubs, tugging them down as he thought about it, stroking his own cute little barb-less feline prick. He looked enviously at the canine's for a moment. 'Nfh...' Losing it again would feel so good he knew... Reprogramming was addictive... body mods just as much. He knew that the canine would get his ears cropped and tail docked before much longer, for that traditional Doberman look.

In the end, Lance leaned down, tasting the Doberman aching hard doggie fucker, bobbing up and down a few times... smiling at the rich taste that the Dog would be wanting removed soon. He slowly pulled off that oozing cock, and he found himself... needing to share the experience. He licked his fuzzy lips, shucking off the bottoms of his scrubs, and then climbed up on the table. Straddling the moaning canine and leaning back onto his needy cock, taking it into his ass and moaning softly. It was nice and thick... so much fun to have it inside of him. "Ummm..."

Inside the system, Toby was leaning over on all fours, a fat prey cock moving in and out of his gripping ass. He was under the other male, moaning as he felt something wrap around his cute, pathetic little penis and starting to stroke it... A big, fat paw that easily took every one of his weak little inches in its grip hot moist grip. He moaned, dribbling, wanting to shoot, but finding it effectively impossible now... He needed something else, something to send him over the edge into grunting orgasm. But it never came, and he was left bucking and trembling in impotent need.

Lance rode up and down on that nice hard canine cock, until he felt it quivering in need. The Tiger smirking as he realized that sensation, knowing the Doberman was wanting to cum. But also knowing that his new apprentice would never cum again, until he'd been through the second phase of reprogramming the Tiger had planned for him. Of course once that training was complete Toby would only cum from being rutted by a nice big Prey fucker. "Ammm good boy, yer going to be such a good boy when we're done with you." He leaned down and kissed the handsome Doggies lip's lovingly, and the big striped feline really did love every male he treated. Toby more so than most others, simply because the Doberman had under gone this treatment willingly. That was so rare, it was something only a tiny number of predators did. Lance thought back to one of his very first volunteers, a tall rangy Polar Bear who came in looking to change his life. So much so that he'd let Lance decide what programs he'd go though, that had been a mistake on his part. Lance had been new at this kind of thing back then, so the Tiger had gotten a bit carried away. The Polar Bear had never gotten to orgasm again, still to this day he couldn't release. Constantly erect, feeling an intense need to empty his balls, while a huge prey cock savagely used him. The big Bruin was a total slut, in fact he now worked as a male prostitute. Always looking for that thrill that he could never get, his testicles had been utterly ruined of course. Later Lance had tried to fix his mistakes with the process, did his best to help the big Bear... but what had been done was to radical to be undone. "Don't worry pretty boy... You will be perfect I just know it." Lance moaned, letting the canine's erect organ bring him to the point of orgasm, before moving up to let his pitiful climax dribble out onto the canines tongue. Watching in satisfaction, as Toby lapped up his clear seedless spunk by reflex as it splattered all over his tongue.

"Please... please... please." Toby mumbled under his breath, glancing back at the huge grinning Bull as it fucked him. Even as he watched the Bull changed into a Moose, who gripped his strong hip's in huge hands. Holding the eager young canine in place, as he began slamming that huge prey cock in and out.

"You only get to cum... once you've excepted the truth. Once you've become the pansy predator your meant to be." The huge Moose laughed, melting into a sneering Stallion who pinned the withering Doberman down. Using that might rut stick to beat the yapping, squealing Doggie into needy submission. "You know you need more... you know what modifications you need... Lance will show you the way. Lance Loves you... so much because you're a good boy. He wants only the best for you... You know that don't you cutie pup?"

"Yes... Yes..." Toby moaned out weakly, as a sweet taste suddenly filled his senses... was it a reward for finding the right answer. Either way it was intensely enjoyable, he lapped and licked it up. Happier than he'd ever been in his life, in that moment with a huge prey cock ramming into him and the sweet taste in his mouth.

***

Corey installed that soft ribbed texturing within the Dingo's empty sheath, lining it so that it could and would give the former males new clients maximum pleasure. It would take a few days in the tank to properly heal up for use, so he and the Antelope would have to make use of the anus and muzzle. Softly the big Boar shared a grin with Brayden, taking out jaw spreaders, the Hog slipped them into the Dingo's mouth wedging those jaws wide open. Taking his surgical laser out of the Antelopes hand, the big Pig thrust it into that gaping mouth. Burning into the former male's thick male vocal cords, to make them thinner which in turn would make the Dingo's voice rise in pitch to something that sounded more feminine in nature. With that done and the mental reprogramming having fully run its course, he had the system bring the new bitch up out. And then slowly pulled the headset off, the feminized Dingo blinked her eye's as the light hit them.

"Well... well... well aren't you a pretty thing." The plainly aroused Antelope purred softly to the Dingo bitch, his big, hot hands gently stroking over that naked body.

"Just relax... it takes a few minutes for the medicines to clear out of your system." Corey's happy voice explained... excited even as he spoke... his long cork screw cock straining at the insides of his scrubs. "Everything went very well... your now just as you were always meant to be." The former male was smiling up at him happily if dazed; they always were after the mental programming took effect. "I've got good news." The big Pig explained with joy, as he pushed his scrubs down to expose himself to the new bitch... watching as her eyes widened at the sight of his hard cock. "My friend and I here." He gestured to the Antelope, who seeing Corey stripping off his scrub bottoms quickly followed suit. "Are going to bring you pleasure. Isn't that wonderful?" The fat Boar lifted those long curved canine legs up, so that he could waddle up to that exposed Dingo anus knowing it was going to be so delightfully tight.

"Ammm Ammm... Yes wonderful..." The Dingo answered in her new feminine voice, as Brayden slipped the mask off her muzzle. Making the fat Boar do a double take, he'd seen the wrestlers unmasked muzzle in his paper work. And this new bitch wasn't the Dynamite Dingo, Corey grunted as that hot, tight anus swallowed his aching hard fucker. 'Oh well...' That was something they'd worry about after they had finished rutting the slut, the big Pig watched as Brayden's fat fucker vanished into the bitch's eager mouth.

The Antelope stuffed the Dingo's mask into his pocket, might make a nice souvenir after all, rolling his hips to slide his long, slender rod into the bitch's muzzle over and over and over again. The Dingo's mouth was nice and fawning, eager on the Antelopes hard shaft. Brayden bit his lower lip and groaned as that carefully programmed muzzle made him grunt in need. Splatter pre-cum all over those modified vocal cords, as the handsome Antelope thrust deep into that eager throat.

"Fuuccckkkk..." He moaned out softly, shuddering, while breathing in and out deeply. Brayden reached for his phone, pulling up the camera and reaching down to cup the Dingo's muzzle. Quickly he snapped a picture, of his own cock thrusting in and out of that fawning mouth. "Look up here..." He demanded, the passive Dingo did so instantly, and he snapped another quick pic. More than a simple souvenir this time... it was bait for a oversexed male.

"So, we... Nuhnugh..." He moaned even as he started to send a text to his handsome Otter boyfriend. "J-just load up this fairy into the tank, and he'll... Unn... slim down? Get shorter, rounder?" The Antelope muttered questioningly, gasping between slurps as he hit the 'Send' button.

The fat Hog snorted, nodding his heavy head while rolling his fat round hips hard as he pounded that tight hole. "Yeah... I got the tank already set up for him... should work over his muscle, cleanse his testosterone, and turn this..." Corey stammered, reaching down and groping the Dingo's firm male ass, laughing and squeezing the thick slab of muscle. "Into a nice, soft fuck cushion." The hefty Hog snickered, even as he slamming his huge balls against those firm buttocks brutally. "Best part is that after the reprogramming, she's gonna be a good girl and climb right in for us, ain'tcha bitch?" He asked gloatingly, watching as the eager, passive canine began nodding her head.

"Mhmmm..." The Dingo moaned our around the Antelope's cock, shuddering at the rich, perfect taste of that fat cock and sweet pre-cum. It was a better taste than she could ever had believed, it was heavenly in her mind.

"Nnna..." Brayden rolled his hips again, reaching down and gripping the Dingo's scruff to hold her in place as he muzzle fucked her firmly. He breathed in and out, getting closer and closer, but stopped just short of cumming, even as he felt his phone vibrate. He reached for it again, looking at it and decided to save his load for someone special. "Ummm... my boyfriend is coming by..." He said with a long, low moan, using his rock hard fucker to tease the slutty Dingo bitch.

Corey grunted out loudly, smirking at the handsome Antelope, while shoving himself in deep and dumping the first cum into that nice, tight hole. "Nnn... Oh yeah?" He asked with a sneer, knowing that Brayden was luring the handsome Otter in.

"Yeah." Brayden assured, panting and cuffing the Dingo lightly to make her quit sucking on his firm fucker. "Sent him a picture of our patient here, with my cock in her muzzle... Asked if he wanted the same." The sexy Antelope smirked, and Corey laughed out loud at how easily the Otter had been suckered in. Best of all it would hold up, if they were ever questioned about it. The ambiguity of being the bitch sucking cock or the male getting his cock sucked was just enough to avoid any sort of legal problems.

Corey pulled his shaft out, moving around as Brayden slipped out of the way and Corey stuffed his cock into 'Dynamite's' muzzle for a nice cleaning. "Squeeze your hole, bitch. Keep that load in there." The big Boar ordered sneeringly, just loving the thought of the canine holding his cum up her butt. "It'll make the system work better." He lied glibly to the panting bitch, smirking as she nodded her head eagerly. The Dingo squeezed her hole as tightly as she could, moaning slightly as the Hog tugged his cock free and tucked it away. He helped her up, her sheath and sac hanging nice and loose between her legs. They'd tighten up properly within the tank, and then the new bitch would be almost impossible to tell from a born female.

"So... what all do you want for him?" Corey asked, pulling his scrub bottoms back up as he moved around the table. "There's a lot of options... We could start small... make him more compliant, and then have him come back over and over again..." The heavy Pig suggested, he'd done this kind of thing a lot of the time he'd worked here.

Brayden moved to the other side, helping the Dingo move across the lab to the tank room in the back. A couple of other, long-term patients were already simmering back there in one of the three tanks. A massive white Siberian Tiger that wanted to be a cute, small, little tabby cat, it was a six-month process to make it genuine. There was also a heavy draft Horse rapist, who had been sentenced to a DNA Rewrite in addition to Full Personality Restructuring. That was another very long term process, and it left only two tanks free.

"If I could have everything I wanted..." Brayden licked his soft fuzzy lip's, his muzzle taking on a naughty completive look. "I'd have him nut-less, impotent, and begging for my dick over and over by tonight..." He admitted with a dark laugh, as they helped the Dingo into the tank, putting her arms over her head and locking them into the cuffs, then putting the breather over her muzzle and closing it. A few seconds later, the liquid started to flow, and before they stepped out of the room, the other was floating in the amber liquid slowly.

"That might be a little much." Corey admitted, flashing the other a knowing grin as he thought about the Antelope's desires. "If it's too drastic and sudden a change, folks will suspect things... especially if it's someone who hasn't been interested in change before. There are stiff fines, jail time or even mirror treatment for being convicted of forced pacification..." He warned his intern carefully, enjoying the fact that he knew Brayden would be skirting the edges of the law for years to come.

"Mirror Treatment?" Brayden choked, looking over at the big Boar as they walked along together.

"Oh yeah." Corey grunted, wanting to impress upon his intern that one had to know the laws and how to get around them. "You get the same thing you did to someone else..."

Brayden sighed loudly... and then nodded his antlered head slowly as he thought about that. "Alright then... we'll do it your way. Nice slower treatments... a bit at a time so folks won't get to curious."

Corey nodded his board head, his big Boar stomach shaking as he laughed slightly. "Naw... we don't really need to go slower... You just need to make sure he starts showing interest... talking about doing it with your other friends. Lemmy see..." Corey said, sitting down at the computer and looking through the files, smirking when he saw two system's operating in Lance's room. One subject was registered, and the other one wasn't, so he knew he'd get away with a quick peek through Lance's files...

It took him just a second to find the program they needed, 'Basic Desire' was the name of it. "We'll give him an urge for more of it tonight... go ahead and drop his testosterone level while we're at it. That'll keep him from fooling around while he... Ahem... ruminates on getting more modifications." Corey said, sharing a naughty snicker with the young Antelope as they thought about it.

Brayden shifted a little bit, back and forth from one cloven hoof to the other in excitement. "Drop his testosterone?" The handsome Antelope asked, his loose fitting scrub pants were tented again, and Corey knew he had a solid keeper of a technician.

"Yeah." Corey replied equally excited, as he enjoyed watching the other reaction to idea. "How low do you wanna take it?"

Brayden smirked as he thought over the Boar's question, he was attracted to his Otter boyfriend because he was sleek and twinkish. "Heh... well... I'd say one hundred percent, but that would be pretty plain to everyone who knows him. So how about sixty percent?" The Antelope asked, as Corey looked through the Dingo's file to make sure he wasn't mistaken about their patient not being the right Dingo.

"I'd call that a good start... it should keep him from rutting around or chasing every cute boy he spots." The fat Hog chortled, it would be easy to do and with Brayden here to get the Otter's paper work filled out. "We can lower in farther in the days and weeks to come, once the changes have been slowly noticed. We can completely do away with his balls... you can even make it known to your friends that he's gotten a fetish for pacification treatments." Corey explained, as they walked back down the hall to the front desk, once there he ordered the Antelope to wait for their walk in. While he strolled down the hall to Jarrod's office, to use the office phone to call in his discovery.

Corey quickly got on the phone to the Wrestlers manager, reporting that the patient they had delivered was not the Dynamite Dingo. Knowing the 'Good faith' clause in their contract, would cover the cost of the work being done on whoever was in the tank. The manager wasn't at all pleased, but it was plain more angry at his own guys who had taken the Dingo in rather than the Center. He assured Corey that they would take care of the problem and that the correct Dingo would be brought in very soon. He then almost as a second thought, asked Corey for a picture of the Dingo they were working on. Corey had one picture of the Dingo's muzzle without a dick in her mouth, so he sent that along to the manager. Almost at once he heard cursing from the other end of the line, as it turned out they had just pacified the Dynamite Dingo's replacement. After the call ended the big Boar burst out laughing, the Dingo had tricked his replacement into getting pacified. It was plainly an attempt to save himself, with his replacement pacified the Dingo was hoping the manager would just let him step in and pretend to be the other wrestler. And it must have worked because less than three minutes later the manager called back, saying that he'd sent the wrong picture with the paper work. Explaining that it was in fact the Dynamite Dingo in the tank, the big Boar knew it was a lie of course. But as long as the Center was getting paid, it really didn't matter if he was being lied too. He thanked the manager for explaining the mistake, and assured him that they would be done with the Dingo in two days time.

By the time he was finished talking and had returned to the front desk. Corey found a sleek handsome young Otter talking excitedly with Brayden, the Antelope inviting the big Hog over. "Dewayne... this is Corey, Corey this is my boyfriend Dewayne." The Antelope Introduced the two of them, it was plain from his reaction that the Otter felt nothing but derision for the fat Boar. Corey had encountered this kind of gay male before, guys who felt they were too sexy for the likes of a fat homely Pig. "So where's that cutie pup from the picture."

***

"You know you want my dick right buddy?" Jarrod whispered into Justin's ear, as the little Fox rammed his knot past Man 'O' Wars eager lip's. The silvery white arctic Fox could feel the hot flare of the Horse's huge fucker against his tiny pink rosebud. Scalding hot equine pre-cum was spurting out against that tiny opening, and Justin could feel his tint gates struggling to open.

"YES... Yes please master... make me your... your cuck bitch." The handsome little Fox begged weakly, as behind him the huge Stallion smirked in delight. His hip's pushing that big blunt flare harder and harder against the Fox's slowly opening orifice. As the sexy little Fox withered and wiggled on that hard fucker, even while in front of him the famous race Horse's muzzle bobbed up and down that hard Vulpine fucker.

"Alright bitch... ask for it... no beg for it." The big sneering Stallion ordered, as he rubbed his slimy pre-cum all over that slowly opening anus. It was delightfully hot on the head of his fat fucker, even as the Fox's tiny hole began to swallow that flare.

"Please... please master fuck me... rut your sissy cuck bitch." Justin moaned out loudly, even as Jarrod cock head forced its way past his virgin sphincters before plunging deep into his bowels. "Ohohoo Gods YES." The horny little Fox moaned out loudly, as his friends massive horse fucker began to use him. Soon Justin was whimpering and moaning eager, as that huge fucker was pounded in and out of him.

"Ammmm..." Man 'O' War moaned as he looked up into Jarrod's eyes, even as the Fox's hard little Vulpine fucker pounded in and out of him mouth. Reading the pleasure and amusement in the other Stallion's eyes, as the three of them bucked and humped intensely. Suddenly the rooms door opened, and the small Tigress thrust her head into the room. Opening her mouth to inform Jarrod that she had finished the fur color changing process, but the words stuck in her throat as she saw the three of them. Jarrod glanced over catching the young felines eye, a smile playing across the his thick expressive lip's. Blushing brightly the young feline starred stupefied for a moment, before ducking her head back out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Jarrod grinned, slamming the little Fox's tight ass a few more times, making sure he got nice and deep. For when his cock finally pulsed and he deposited a thick, heavy load of equine cum into the little Vulpine's virgin fuck hole. He closed his eyes, exhaling gustily savoring the moment more than a little bit. Enjoying the knowledge that he'd just fucked Justin, came inside him, and tonight he'd do the same thing to the Fox's pretty wife. And after that, she'd listen to him, do what he wanted to do... The big Stallion smirked to himself, thinking of having Justin on the table for a proper session in the facility... But that could wait, in matter of fact it would have to wait of course.

He slowly pulled his spent cock out of the moaning Fox, and then bent him over the table. "Flex until you get closed..." He ordered in a firm commanding voice, that left no room for arguments. "You're leaving here with my cum inside of you. Every single drop of it cuck.

Justin squirmed and whined, but he did as he was ordered to do. It was just so hot, and Jarrod seemed so sexy and dominant right in that instant. The silky white Fox shifted and bit his lower lip as Jarrod fed his cock into Man-o'-War's maw. "Clean that up, Cash Cow." The big Stallion ordered, smirking as the race Horse stud started to suck on his semi hard cock immediately. He reached down, rubbing the utterly cuckolded famous Horse's head with a wicked grin. "Does it taste better than your wives' cunts?" He asked tauntingly, enjoying the sense of absolute sexual power he was feeling.

The race Horse moaned again, his cheeks a dark crimson as he squirmed in place. He shook his head weakly, but Jarrod knew that the taste of another cuck's ass was firing certain receptors in the famous Stallion's brain. Making him feel even lesser than the Fox, who he now saw as a superior male even as a cuck.

Jarrod reached under the table, detaching the collection bottle of the Fox's seed from his session, and then smirked to himself. Slowly he pulled his cock out of the race Horse's muzzle, holding the surprising full bottle up in front of Man's eyes. "You want this?" He asked teasingly, shaking the jar of slimy white male milk in front of the other's muzzle.

Man-o'-War nodded his long narrow head, his cheeks burning brightly. The famous Stallion looked to the side, and then Jarrod grinned and brought the bottle up against the race Horse's lips. Starting to tilt it up, and Man-o'-War instantly leaned his head back, letting the cum pour into his muzzle and gulping it down eagerly. "Heheh so you've grown to like the taste of cum from licking mine out of your mares pussies..."

He tucked his thick equine dick away, and then stepped back out of the room, heading toward the race Horse's son's room--where he expected to find Sueanoi. He walked up quiet patiently, smiling briefly at the young Tigress as she was putting things away. "Sorry." The big older Stallion apologized, the you young feline female. "I don't guess you knew about Justin's situation." He lied simply, knowing that those were always the best kinds of lies.

The sexy young Tigress looked up from her work, her cheeks dark red with left over blush. "His... situation?" She asked, giving in to her own natural curiosity about one of her instructors that she actually really liked.

The big Horse chuckled slowly, as if in embarrassment at what he had to tell the other. "You've heard of the Jealousy Reduction Programs we had to discontinue?" He asked, hoping the feline was as good a student of the field as she seemed to be. This wasn't exactly a total lie of course, Justin had gotten a version of that treatment... Just not very long ago, in point of fact it had only been earlier that very day.

"Oh!" The pretty Young Tigress exclaimed in shock, clearly she did in fact know about that old program. "He's sleeve addicted?" She asked, plainly both excited by that knowledge and sympathetic for Justin's mental addiction.

"In a manner of speaking." Jarrod continued, licking his lip's finding that he was enjoying this conversation much more than he had expected. "He went full into the scenario and ended up requesting the full battery, to the point that he's perfectly fine with anyone having sex with his wife. Hence, his... several uncontested divorces." The big Stallion explained, doing his best to conceal the pleasure he was getting from this talk. "What we were doing was... well it's an enforcement situation. He currently views me as his 'Bull' who will make his wife happy." Jarrod explained a bit more gloatingly than he intended... and that much was certainly true now.

"Ahah..." The smirking Tigress grunted, nodding her striped head slowly as she thought about it. Although it was plainly clear she suspected... something was not quite right about the Horse's story. "And... the other Horse?"

Jarrod grinned at Sueanoi broadly, and then gave her backside a firm, affable spank before laughing. "He's a famous former race Horse... and my actual cuck." The big Horse explained, making the young felines eyes widen in surprise at this frank admission of sexual dominance. Sueanoi looked him up and down wide eyed, as if suddenly reappraising her opinion of him.

"Equine males really do that?" She asked, as Jarrod helped her get the new gelding up off the table and walk him over to one of that particular rooms tanks. They slipped the pretty pink sissy pony inside, watching as the tank filled with amber liquid slowly.

"Hahah... more than just equine males really do that... its kind of a primal thing really." The big older Stallion chuckled, noting the pretty striped felines interest in this taboo subject. "He loves watching me breed his wives... loves being submissive and having his cock locked away." Jarrod explained, the big Horse feeling his own sexual excitement growing again... hoping that the young feline would show some interest in his stud services.

"Ammm yes well plainly more than just equine I suppose." The Tigress agreed, as she considered Jarrod's words for a moment as the Horse placed a huge hot hand on her lower back. "Primal is the word for it... one male giving up his sexual power to another. Giving up his chances to breed, to a male he considers a more powerful... more dominant... the better male as they say." The sexy young felines words, making the older Stallion extremely aroused once again. His hand slipped a bit lower, that huge three fingered hand cupping one of the Tigress's sleek round butt cheek. "Of course... I'm more interested in removing a big males sexual power." She pointed out sharply, brushing the horse's huge hot hand off her lush rump. "If you need my help with that..." She left it hanging, and Jarrod got the feeling that was more in the way of a threat than a offer.

"Here at the Center we are almost constantly engaging in that type of activity." Jarrod pointed out, the wheeling tone in his voice telling Sueanoi that the big Horse was trying to get her into this profession now. Rather than trying to get until her tail, and the young Tigress visible relaxed a bit. "Well at any rate unless we get a walkin... we're done for the day so you can leave for the day if you wish." Jarrod explained, not wanting to push to hard in trying to convince the young feline to become a pacification tech.

"Thank you... should I come in at the same time tomorrow morning?"

"If you would be so good... yes."

"Oh yes most certainly will." Sueanoi assured, putting the last of the equipment away before walking out with Jarrod, who escorted her to the front desk. Before strolling back down to his office, he found the now redressed Justin sitting on his couch.

"Heheh well now there he is..." Jarrod chuckled, strolling past the Fox and seating himself in his desk chair before looking over at the handsome Fox. "So was that to your liking?"

"Oh gods yeah... Thanks my friend that was super hot." The silvery arctic Fox babbled excitedly, the look on his pointed muzzle one of pure delight. "So are you going to come by tonight?"

"No... I promised Man 'O' War I'd see to some of his wives tonight." The big Stallion explained, almost chuckling as he saw the look of intense disappointment on his old college buddies muzzle. "Not to worry however, I'll drop by tomorrow after work. That will give you time to explain the arrangement to your lovely wife."

"Oh... oh maybe your right... maybe that would be best." Justin stammered, still clearly disappointed that his big Stallion friend wasn't going to make a total cuckold of him that night.

***

Toby blinked as the headset was removed, looking up at the smiling Tiger who stroked his smooth black and tan fur. "Wakie wakie..." Lance called cheerfully as he helped the shaky canine to sit up on the table, the young Doberman looked down at his crotch. Keenly embarrassed by his long red cock, that was jutting out stiffly from his crotch. He felt a sharp disgust at it's size, at the way it so aggressively stuck out in front of him. "sssooo how are you feeling?" Lance asked softly, as he gently rubbed the young canines shoulder with his big gloved paws.

"Much... ssso much better." Toby answered, and then did a double take as he heard himself hissing much like his mentor. "It... it wass... wasss... jusst like you ssaid." The handsome Doberman muttered, doing his best to suppress the speech defect that he suddenly had developed. "But oh my godsss you were ssso right... I would never have underssstood the processs without having gone through it." Toby hurried on as Lance gave him a drink of water, smiling and listening patiently as the young Doberman babbled on. Nodding his big striped head as the canine spoke, until at last he heard the words he was waiting for. "Ahem ssso what do you think I ssshould do next? I can't wait to experience more of the processs."

"Oh sssweet I've got jussst the thing... in fact I've got a number of thingsss."

The Tiger grinned brightly, reaching for a small, leather sheath and tugging it open. "Jusst lean back." He encouraged in a soft purr, grinning at the Doberman and reaching down to tug on Toby's full balls a few times. "Thiss iss the sssheath we sslip on when we do tesstossterone reductionss." Lance explained, as he displayed it to his young intern, who of course had read about it. "Don't worry." The big Tiger reassured quickly, running a soothing paw down the canines soft belly. "You jusst need to feel it while the ssysstem doess itss work..." He assured smiling with his cute, harmless blunted teeth.

The Doberman looked unsure, he was a doctor after all he knew what the testosterone reduction did. But when he leaned back and the smiling Tiger slipped it onto him, he felt a deep, thorough sense of peace washing over him. Like his over full nuts were made to be squeezed, like they needed to be milked and reduced. "Oohohoh... Oh, wow... You're right!" He lisped softly, as a feeling of rightness and blissful well being filled him. "Fucckkk, that feelss ssoo intensse..." Toby murmured, the lisping was faster now, he wasn't even able to think about repressing it.

"Mhmm." Lance grunted softly, smiling as he hooking up the tubes that carried to chemicals to that sheath. "Thiss iss what it feelss like for big... angry... aggressssive... cruel predator maless... jusst before their ssacss get bathed in the first treatment... It makess them more ssenssitive... makess their ballss feel a little sssore..." The grinning Tiger, leaning in close to the Doberman's furry ear. "Chemically casstratess them... nice and painlessss..." Lance promised, sliding the switch controlling that process into the young Doberman's paw. "Jusst a minor treatment... really." The Tiger purred in the way of explaination, even as he felt the canines paw twitching. "Only lasstsss a few dayss..." He continued, even though the both knew that was only half the truth. He didn't mention that there were side effects, as a doctor Toby already knew that naturally. That after testosterone production returned, it was always much reduced. That after sperm production resumed, it was normally halved if not even less. But those weren't things the young Doberman wouldn't care about soon enough.

Toby held the little device in his paw, shivering at the feeling of the sheath around his balls. His big, potent, predator nuts... Predator sacs... they needed to be... to be... Lance interrupted his thoughts, placing a big paw on the canine's wrist. 'Not quite yet...'

"But, while they're getting that treatment, we make sssure to hook them up to the collection sssystem. You'd be amazed how many malesss find the sssensation... ssomehow arousssing. Esspecially predatorsss... we do it to make sssure there isssn't a big, ugly messss..." Lance explained with a smirk, hinting at the pleasure of being milked making Toby yearn for release.

The sleek sexy striped feline pulled out the collection sleeve, sliding it over Toby's twitching shaft. He snapped it behind the Dog's knot, grinning as the pressure made Toby's whimpering moans turn into soft howls for a few moments. Lance smirked gloatingly, as he turned on the suction watching his intern shiver in need. Toby's cock flexed as he desperately wanted to cum, entirely without success thanks to the mental reprogramming. Lance grinned quietly, and then spread the Dog's legs slightly, moving to hook up the cleaning system again. Toby had taken it already, but... well... Lance wanted to be truthful, even if he was being manipulative.

"And then... we ssslide the cleaning tool in..." He instructed, pressing the button to deploy it into the Doberman's anus, grinning at the look of ecstasy that was washing over Toby's muzzle. The handsome, straight Doberman getting off on a cleaning system being inserted into his ass. "And, asss sssoon asss we pusssh the button..." Lance hissed lustfully, waiting for what he knew would come sooner or later.

Toby shuddered wildly, and his thumb slamming down on the trigger for the testosterone reduction treatment. Instantly, the cleaner started to cycle, pumping warm, cleansing liquid into the Doberman's ass. His body jerking and moaning, leaning up as he watched the dark, green liquid starting to flow through the tube. A few seconds later, it was pumping in around his sac. He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as Lance gasped next to him. "T-toby, I didn't think you... actually wanted it..." The Tiger lied smoothly, putting as much disbelief into his voice as possible to hide his excitement and pleasure.

Toby's sleek black and tan body shook, moaning, his cock finally twitching and starting to shoot his load into the suction tube. The orgasm he'd wanted so much was finally happening, he was emptying his nasty old predator balls.

Lance leaned over, reaching down and cupping the sheath around the Dog's chemical bathed sac. "How doesss it feel?" He lisped softly, intensely excited from the knowledge that this young male Predator was doing just as he needed.

"Sssoo good, Lance... Ssssoo good..." Toby moaned out breathlessly, his body jerking and humping frantically as the process started.

"I'm ssso happy for you." Lance praised excitedly, reaching over for the head set once again. He'd already keyed up the programs he needed on the computer, Aggression Therapy, Disarmament and Submission Therapy. The collection sleeve was already sucking a second thick load out of the Dobermans shrinking testicles, as Toby lay back on the table moaning and grunting. "Now we'll just put you under... for a bit while I take care of your Disarmament sweety." Lance purred, as he slipped the head set on to the young canines head even as Toby half moan half snorted. "I think a nice Rabbit... would be perfect for you."

"Thank you Lance." The young Doberman moaned out, as his mind began to sink under the control of the system once more.