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Cursed Obedience

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by TidalEchoes

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Res tugged at the black collar, with a pink heart dangling from it, uncomfortably as he entered the hospital. It may have been in place and on show, but it was not, honestly, all that uncommon for furries to wear them. Some wore them as a part of kink and some wore them simply because they were another fashion accessory. Some had other reasons entirely for collar-wearing - or not, as it were. But the blue jackal had never chosen to wear the collar.

Once, he'd been tricked. And that once had been enough. The Collar of Obedience came with a curse and one night out with a fling and one night stand, well, it had been enough to get it in place. No one, so far, had been able to remove it from him, let alone Res himself. If he ever tried to, something, he couldn't say what, forced his paws back down to his sides and there was usually something humiliating to accompany it.

Res tried not to think about it too much. He tried not to think about how many times the collar had forced him to shout, "I've been a naughty boy!", back in the early days of wearing it, when he'd tried to remove it far, far too many times. Some said that it took him a long time to learn.

The fact of the matter was that the collar forced him to obey - any order directed at him. It didn't matter what it was, but it set his heart racing in new environments, especially, even if no one there could have known what the collar did to him.

But it would be fine, wouldn't it? If he was in the hospital, no one there would do anything to him, not that he wasn't there already to do anyway. And that was fine, all fine... But the collar did have the ability to influence those around him, drawing their attention to it, raising their libido, drawing on sexual craving too.

He took a deep breath, signing in with a trembling paw. No, everyone there would be professional. He just had to remember that, that there was no real risk in it for him. None at all.

Just a check-up. Easy, right?

If only it was that easy.

The time for his check-up came so swiftly that Res barely had any time to calm his nerves before a nurse led him into the adjoining room - or one of them, at least. It would have been silly for Res to assume that there was only a single check-up room just like that one at the entire hospital, yet his scattered mind jumped from one thing to the next. Thankfully, the blue jackal had managed to not let those words leap from his lips, which was an improvement on how things usually went with him...

"Now, what are we here for today?"

His nurse introduced herself to him as Jess, a curvy, lop-eared bunny with purple-shaded fur, though he tried not to think about just how busty she was. That was another effect of the collar in how it affected his sex drive, his need rising, even though it all very much was not the time and place for it. Maybe, one day, he would get the cursed thing off.

Res sighed. Maybe.

"Yes... Thanks, just a quick check-up. I have to get it for work, that's all, but it's just so that they can tick the box on the HR forms. You know how it goes."

"Oh, of course!"

Jess smiled, doing her best to put him at ease, though Res could already see how her eyes flicked curiously to the collar, wearing a nurse's tunic in white that set off the soft purple shades, dipping to white over her muzzle and down her neck, while her ears and paws were a far richer, darker colour. But he had to get through it as she looked in his ears, the cold metal making him jump.

"Oh!"

"Apologies, sweetie, I didn't think you'd be quite that sensitive."

Res blushed.

"Oh, no, it's my fault..."

"And could you take your shirt off for me? I'd like to listen to your heart and lungs."

Res hesitated, feeling the weight of the collar on his neck even more strongly than usual.

"Can't you do that under my shirt?" It wasn't an order, was it? "I'm really not comfortable... Oh!"

But the collar knew that the order had merely been phrased as a request, jolting the jackal into action.

"Oh, I'd love to get my shirt off and show off my little muscles to you, nurse!"

Jess backed off, eyes wide, for that was by no means a normal response from anyone getting a physical exam, yet the collar tightened a little around Res' neck. It did not offer him the ability to disobey anyone and the jackal gave a sexy little shimmy out of his shirt too as he set it aside. Of course, the collar did not make him fold it tidily, so it just ended up in a messy heap on the floor.

The nurse raised her eyebrows, the bunny's ears half perking up.

"Ooookay then!"

It was probably a joke, she thought to herself. It was not the jackal's fault that patients tended to become nervous when they were having an exam, that was very normal. But what she could not understand was just why her eyes kept going back to his collar, again and again, luring her in.

Her fingers twitched, though Jess could not explain her desire to touch it, not even as she listened to Res' chest from the front and the back, checking his lungs and heart respectively. She tried to be professional, but it was easier to let her eyes wander, to let a stray touch of her finger brush the collar, stroking across his shoulder.

Res shivered and jumped.

"Oh!" She pretended to be surprised, though Jess could not have known that the collar's influence was working over even her, albeit in a different way. "Did I startle you?"

Res blushed and squirmed, though he tried to hide it.

"Oh... No, no, not really..."

Thankfully, there was no order there, but he had to jump to attention before the collar made him when she asked him to give a nasal swab, a common virus check those days. Res' eyes watered and his nose itched and itched even as she told him to stand still, to let her do it.

Oh, how he tried, knowing that it was futile, that, even though he wanted to obey, his body could not. Not all obedience, after all, was within the jackal's control as he shot back, covering his muzzle for a sneeze.

"Achoo!"

Jess shook her head, putting the sample aside.

"You didn't let me get the sample properly, I - "

"Oh, I'm a naughty boy! Good boys don't sneeze and disrupt samples for cute nurses!"

He posed before her, his nose upturned slightly, mouth open as if he expected her to take the tonsil swab part of it again, his cheeks burning. Res' eyes might have watered, but the jackal was powerless to do anything against the collar, even though he wanted to scream at the damned thing that it was not his fault, that he had wanted to obey and do as it wanted him to.

Jess tried to ignore it, to shake off the strangeness of the jackal's behaviour. It was odd, very odd, but she wasn't there to judge, not as she took the swab again, sealing away the sample, even though it was merely a formality. His tongue swept up against the swab's shaft as it was removed from his mouth and she smiled faintly, without truly knowing why she did.

The jackal... There was something about her that drew her to him, that made her leave her gaze lingering on him, his blue fur, yet always returning to that collar. That had not come off and it looked less and less like a piece of jewellery or a fashion statement to her, more so something that could have an element of control attached to it.

"Turn around."

The jackal did as she asked, facing away from her. What was up with that?

"Bend over and touch your toes... A quick flexibility test."

There was no reason for him to obey that, even though Res exhaled a sigh of relief in the fact that it was easy for him to do. Such as it was, the jackal didn't even hesitate before obeying, reaching down easily all the way to touch his toes. Whereas his flexibility was not the best otherwise, the nurse did not have to know that that was the one stretch that, to be fair to him, he had practised religiously.

Nurse Jess watched, admiring, lips quirking up more and more at the corners. Oh, but he was interesting.

"Now, twist to the side."

He did so, confusion crossing his muzzle.

"More."

He tried and tried, but he couldn't quite make it, not as she demanded more and more from him, putting the jackal in such a position that his body just couldn't do it.

"Ohhhh," he whimpered, the collar forcing him to do it, pushing himself past the point where he was comfortable, bent over at the waist and twisting to the side. "Ohhhh, I'm such a naughty boy, I can show off for you a little more, lovely nurse!"

The words were not the kind that should ever have come from his lips, not under any circumstances, and yet there was nothing, nothing at all, that Res could do about it, blushing hard. He wanted to obey, even though he felt that sick twisting sense in the pit of his stomach that told him something was wrong, something was different, not quite as it was all meant to be.

"Please... Oh, please don't make me do anymore, I'll be good, I promise, don't tell anyone..."

"Okay, stop."

Oh, thank heavens! Res jumped up, straightening, trying to look as simple and calm and as amenable as possible. If she didn't push him too far, the jackal was sure that he could get away with the rest of the exam, though he panted lightly, a little sweatier than he would have liked from the stress and physical exertion.

"Ah, thank you..." Res relaxed, only slightly. "Can we...finish up? Can I go?"

Yet things for Res were not to go as well as the jackal would have liked, oh no... The seed, after all, had already been sown.

A slow smile broke across the nurse's face. It was not something that Jess would ever have considered if she had not been under the collar's influence itself, the collar showing those around it what was possible with Res, though two incidents, along with his sharp jump to obedience otherwise. Well, it had been enough.

"I'm sure you're a good boy for nurses," she all but purred, smoothing her ears back. "But, for a full physical, you need to remove your trousers too."

She locked eyes with him, daring him to disobey, everything that she was doing feeling more and more natural to her by the second.

"Take them off."

Jess didn't really need him to take his trousers off to get what she needed from him, but she wanted to know, wanted to see, to see how far her patient would go. That time, Res clearly struggled, fighting it, though he was forced by the collar to jump to attention, barking something as he turned his back to her.

"I think you'd like a strip show more! Look how _spankable_my naughty boy bottom is!"

Res could hardly believe what he was doing in front of a professional, a nurse whom he was sure he would never again be able to face, yipping and yapping as if he was a slut on show. The collar warmed around his neck, warning him against even thinking of disobeying again, though he would have argued that time that it had not even given him the chance to obey.

"Mmmph..." Res trembled. "I didn't mean... No, I didn't want to say that."

Too late.

The nurse knew and her eyes glittered as she looked over the fur before her, stripping off, down to only his underwear before her.

"And your underwear."

Res blushed and tried to turn his back to her, but the tide of things had turned in her favour. No longer was it merely a physical, but something charged with dominance and, in his case, forced submission. His cock tingled with blood flow, as much as Res tried to tell himself and his body that he did not like it, not really, not as he shifted his weight, obeying her.

She snapped her fingers, forcing him to face her, and Res tried to say that it was professional, that she was just doing it because it was her job. Saying that to himself, even if it was a lie, was the only way he could obey, his pink cock poking ever so slightly from his sheath as he stood there, paws nervously behind his back, nude from top to toe.

"Er... Sorry, I didn't know..."

Res didn't know whether it was the collar or Jess, but the bunny's giggles caught him.

Too late, too late to get away with it.

"Ohhh, you are naughty," she said, mimicking his words. "But are you really naughty? Stroke yourself."

Res' eyes widened.

"You can't ask me to do that!"

Oh, but he had to, the collar warming, tightening, even though it did not really move at all, merely giving him the sensation of such. He whimpered, hips bucking, gyrating, his body doing everything that it thought it had to do to put itself on show to her, paws roaming his own body.

"Ohhh," he moaned, tongue hanging out, as much as his cheeks and neck burned from the humiliation of it all. "Ohhh, I'm so slutty... I need to be told what to do, I need to be ordered around, or else I'm not a good boy!"

Res stopped as soon as the curse of the collar allowed him to, his attitude shifting, a look of horror crossing his muzzle. Even without his clothes, he turned and lunged for the door, wanting to escape, to leave, but the bunny's words shot out like the crack of a whip, crossing the distance between them.

"Stop!"

He halted in his tracks, ears slipping back submissively, for that was one order that he could obey, as much as it made him quiver in place to hear it.

It was wrong, so very wrong, but he had to go back to the nurse, her lips parted in a smile that boded ill for him.

"Don't try to run away again."

Res sucked in a breath.

"Yes..."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand..."

The nurse may not have known how her control over him had come to pass, but it was something that she was keener than ever to take full advantage of, giggling, calling him to her.

"Bend over, show me that cute tushie of yours!"

"What? No! No, my butt... I don't want everyone to see my butt!" He squeaked, trying to cover up, though his body ached for something else. "Come on, you've had your fun, let me go..."

Jess smirked, tapping her nose.

"Aw, little one... This is hardly over! You've got such a cute butt and you're not showing it off, are you? You don't want to disobey me, do you?"

The implication lay heavily in her tone. Res' cheeks burned. Would it be easier to do as she asked? Without his black jeans even to cover them, he was more exposed than ever, grunting softly, trying to obey. Maybe if he obeyed for a little while, she'd let him go? It was his best course of action, even as his body grew aroused against his will, prickling with heat. As much as he would have wanted to say that that was merely an effect of the collar, Res knew that it was him as much as that. That was just what had gotten him into trouble with the collar of obedience in the first place.

"Ohhh, aren't you lovely!"

She cooed, talking down to him, giggling as he whined.

"But there's no need to be so shy, so withdrawn... We can take very good care of you here."

The nurse cast about, pushing a chair towards him.

"Sit down, Res."

The jackal sucked in a breath, eyeing up the chair as if it was something that could have leapt out at him at any time, an instrument of torture. And yet he sat there, woodenly, chest rising and falling with each sharp breath he managed to suck into his lungs, heart pounding viciously hard.

He had to do it. What could come of it? He sat slowly, seat bones pressing into the hard metal, though it was not a chair that was supposed to be comfortable, not for long.

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The bunny grinned, but what she retrieved from a cupboard and the back of the door, for she had to improvise on such short notice, was not what Res wanted to see. Bandages and a scarf lashed him down, the nurse of the clinic not having all that much at her disposal in terms of restraints, though she was more than able to control Res as she pinned him there.

"Stay still. Let me tie you up."

He froze, catching his breath. What could the collar make him do if he did not obey? He whimpered, shaking his head, but he had to do it, had no choice, his sheath plumping out a little more as he caught a whiff of his own musk on the air. He could not help but sweat in such a stressful situation, but it was enticing to him too, wondering if the nurse was getting excited. The collar did tend to have that effect on others, even though he didn't want to think about her being influenced to do even more than she had already.

However, things were only set to escalate as the naked jackal squirmed in his bonds, Jess stepping back to open the door that led to the back end of the clinic, not the public-facing areas.

"Hey, ladies! I've got something in here that you're going to want to see!" She shouted, cupping a paw to her muzzle as if that would help carry her voice. "He's a cutie!"

She spoke down to him and Res squirmed, eyes widening in fear - but it was too late to even consider fighting the curse, straining to break free, not as nurse after nurse filed in. Maybe they had been called by the collar too, the tricksy thing seeking, always, to humiliate him in new and interesting ways and there was a part of Res that wondered if the letter calling him for the exam had even be real. It would not be the first time that something like that had "just happened", even though he had not known how they had come to be.

He fought and wriggled, though his bondage held tight, lungs gasping for air. If he let them all in, he'd never get out! They'd all see the collar, know what it could do and...oh! He whimpered, fear clawing at him.

He had to do something, but thrashing and rocking the chair back and forth didn't do him any good as they crowded around him, blocking out the exits.

"Oh," he whimpered, shaking his head. "No... Please, don't... I don't want everyone...to see me naked."

As if that was going to make any difference.

"Ooooh, isn't he adorable!"

He squirmed, whimpering, paws groping him, every nurse of a different species, though they moved in and out of one another so eagerly that he could not track them all. He thought there was a fox, a hare, a squirrel, a cow, a deer... But there was always the chance for more, everyone giggling, poking him, his cock rising to attention.

"Look, he's getting turned on!"

"Does it really take that little to get him hard?"

"Oh, but he likes it!"

"I bet that booty is so spankable!"

Res quailed, yet there was nowhere for him to go, nowhere for the jackal to hide, as much as that was something that he would have liked to do. He could have slunk down, crawled away, taken himself off - if not for the collar. And that had cursed every part of his life as Jess paused before him, her paws running down his chest, his stomach, to his cock...

"What a little prick..." She teased. "Does that little thing even get you any ladies?"

Res blushed. His sheath, after all, was a little deceptive, considering that he was, in all honesty, only three inches (at a very, very generous push) when fully hard. It was not his fault and he didn't really feel that embarrassed about it, not after so many years - not unless he was humiliated for it. And maybe it would not have been so alluring to hear those words coming from the nurse's lips if his cock had not felt like it was growing even harder at that moment.

"A cute cock... You can't fuck or please a lady with that, can you, little jackal?"

She goaded him on, Res panting, twisting and moaning. Why, oh, why couldn't his cock stay limp? He didn't want to be hard, didn't want to make them think that he was enjoying himself in any way, not at all. Yet it had to come, one way or another, panting, heaving, every cell in his body yearning to leave, to flee, to do anything at all to make what was taking place the bare modicum more bearable to him.

"I bet he'll cum quick... A little dick like this has no restraint."

Butt naked before them, Res could not even hide that, panting and whimpering, twisting back and forth, though the restraints held tautly. He was there, as good as locked down, though there was little more that he had to do to obey, which was both a blessing and a curse. The curse had allowed them to do with him exactly what they wanted, as his small cock was toyed with and humiliated, throbbing tenaciously.

"Oh, oh, please..."

"Noooo, puppy-jackal," a fox cooed, wide-eyed and mocking. "Good boys don't whine like that. Be a good boy and cum for us, show us what that little prick of yours can do."

He didn't want to cum, even though everyone else around him seemed to be having a whale of a time, heat crawling through him, sickening and twisted. Away, away, that was all he wanted to be, somewhere else, somewhere where he didn't have to think about what was happening. Not that it was an unusual occurrence, but Res could not help but feel set back away from his body as his body responded.

For the collar made him cum more quickly than ever, something that only added to his humiliation, squeaking and whimpering, not even managing to make proper jackal noises through his debasement.

"Oooh, look how little he cums!"

They had to mock him for that too, ecstasy trying to claw through him, while only a dribble of seed erupted from his cock. Really, it was no more than a single spurt, showing them how small and weak he was, how much he really should always have been abused.

"I could get my thumb and forefinger around that length!"

A deer with sparklingly wicked eyes came up, squeezing his cock, which softened quickly, but, of course, hardened again in mere moments under the influence of the collar. He was there only as a toy to them, something for the nurses to amuse themselves with, for there was nothing more that he could be to them.

Someone squeezed his nuts, so small that they hardly bore any shape or significance on his body - and the nurses were more than happy to tell him such.

"No wonder you can't cum much," a pig anthro giggled as she poked his nuts, pushing at his sheath as if she thought that he might have been hiding more cock in there. "They're so small...like raisins!"

Someone pulled out a phone to record him and the jackal whimpered as picture after picture was taken of him, everything that he knew on show and display, panting lightly as his tongue lolled out. He didn't want it recorded, didn't want to be so on display, yet even he knew that there was no choice to be had in the matter for him, even as his bonds were cut with bandage scissors. The nurse didn't seem to mind that it was her scarf too that was sliced through, though Res felt a sick twist in his belly at the thought of what more they were going to do to him.

"Please... Oh, please..." He begged, taking a chance while there were no direct orders to force him. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone... Please, I don't want any trouble."

Yet Res was already in trouble as the bunny who was the ringleader stepped in, a wicked gleam in her eye, the set of her floppy ears. The contrast between his nudity and how clothed all of them were, some wearing skirts, tunics and others wearing trousers underneath, struck him and he squirmed, trying not to look even as he was ordered.

"Chin up, jackal! Don't look away from us!"

His head snapped back around, though Res had resisted. With his resistance came the collar forcing him to do it in an even more humiliating fashion, tongue out, eyes wide, his whole body shuddering. It was as if he was caught up in true joy, for the moment of the collar's control, to perform for them, forced to stand, his body gyrating, humping the air, whimpering and crying out.

"I'm a naughty boy! I love being humiliated by naughty nurses who smell so good!"

He didn't know where that had come from, though they all burst out laughing at that, his ears burning right up to the very tips, the jackal suddenly finding paws all over him.

"That booty is so cute - I want to spank it!"

They groped and squeezed as if his body was up for use - which it was - and Res could not even find his voice for a breathless, panting protest, his need rising, even if he wanted to push it down. If he could have shoved his cock back into its sheath right there and then he would have done so at that very moment, though someone sat in the chair that he had been occupying, forcing him over their lap.

"Stay still and thank me for it!"

A paw connected with his backside in a sharp spank, yet Res was forced to yelp and bark, eyes wide and shining with gratitude that was true in that moment, but not there.

"Ooooh, yes! Thank you, nurse!"

They all laughed at that, but Res did not seem destined to find a single moment, ever again, where he was not being laughed at. It was not that unusual for him, though it had been a while since the influence of the collar had caught so many in its grip all at once, paws connecting with his backside repeatedly. It seemed that the nurses were practically fighting over who got to spank him next, his body hot and kinky and all up for grabs to them, though the jackal could only whimper.

"Oooh, look how much his butt jiggles!"

"I want next go!"

"Oh, he's so cute, I could just eat him up!"

He was not so little and not so small, he wanted to tell them, but the collar and the nurses would make whatever decisions they wanted about him as they abused his rump, making good use of him. His backside warmed with every spank as they held him down, easily restraining him without even ordering him, for they seemed to take delight in overpowering him. After all, he was a male, even though he was a small, poor excuse for one, one that they could use and abuse, that the collar had shown them that there was absolutely no problem in doing.

Maybe that was what was needed, his body on show, aching and searing through, his tiny prick drooling. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the collar had always been meant to come to him. Yet there was nothing Res had to say as he whimpered and squeaked and moaned, eyes watering, the nurses spanking him as he was pulled up, made to stand, though someone still bent him over while he was on his own hind paws. Of course, he was not wearing any shoes for those had come off when he had stripped his jeans off the first time, though it would not have made any difference to Res or made him feel any more clothed than he was.

He was there, fingers dipping between his thighs to toy with his balls, their long fingers reaching and grabbing eagerly, his entire body at their disposal. Res shuddered and moaned, his sheath feeling too tight around his cock, though it should not have been, not with how little his dick was.

"Have you ever even fucked a woman?" Jess mocked him, the bunny taking centre stage. "I don't think I'd even feel that if it was inside me..."

Res shivered.

"Come here, maybe you should feel a real woman..."

Res moaned, but there was nothing he could do, for an order did not always have to be words when she drew him in against her large bosom. Her breasts jiggled softly within the confines of her bra and tunic against his face, though it may have been a rather nice position to find himself in, if it had been at any other time. And, perhaps too, in private. He was not an out and loud kind of fur, preferring quieter, more romantic venues, but that was not where the kink of the collar led him most of the time.

No... No, the collar wanted him to be moaning out loud, a slut in heat for it all, but their paws pushed and prodded all the same.

"Look at the wittle one," the deer cooed, laughing and poking fun at his cock again. "I bet I can make his dick dribble from this..."

As Jess held his face down into her tits, pinning him in place, the deer nurse went to town on his arse, laughing and baby talking to him even as Res squeaked and whimpered into the bunny's breasts.

"Ohhh, does that hurt? Is the wittle baby sore? So sore? Yes, so sore!"

But his body responded even if his mind wanted to be anywhere at all besides where they'd placed him, crying out, his hips rising, trying to thrust, but he couldn't help it. He was held into Jess' breasts, the bunny smirking evilly, no longer the professional nurse that he had hoped would help him to begin with, but one who was more than happy to use and abuse him in all ways.

His backside ached, but that did not stop his weak, little prick from oozing a spurting dribble of cum, hardly anything at all, the nurses cheering.

"Yay, he came!"

"Really, I didn't even see it!"

They dragged out an examination table for him next, putting him up on his back, though he fought them, kicking, until they ordered him to keep his legs up.

"No!"

He froze at the barked command, even though he didn't know where it had come from. Res' heart pounded, breathing shortly and sharply, whimpering quietly. If he didn't do it, the collar would force him, though he wondered if he could wiggle a toe, shift his, his...getting around its influence somehow.

Maybe if he was careful... He rocked towards the edge of the table, even as a cow with large eyes pushed her way forward.

"Careful now, ladies - our wittle bab-ee boi is going to roll himself right off!"

Res whimpered, the collar warming and tightening, though he could not stop it from slamming his hips back into place, his legs frozen up in the air as if he was a puppet or a kinky statue of some kind.

"Oh, I'm a naughty boy that needs a good spanking - oh!"

They laughed, bending over, though some expressed a darker kind of desire at that, tipping in towards him. To spank someone in a show of dominance was not something that they often got to experience and towering greedily over him would allow them to experience, well...whatever it was that their kinky hearts desired.

But Res did not desire it, quailing and whimpering, hating how his legs were pinned up in the air, despite his muscles aching. Maybe he could appeal to their better interests?

"I...uh..." He squirmed. It was too weird to talk to them like that, as if they were, at all in any way, equals. "Do you think...you could let me go? Please? I'll be..." He cringed. "I'll be a really good boy?"

"Aw, now you're getting into it, cutie!"

Jess bopped him on the nose, aglow with his apparent submission, though Res licked his lips, straining and striving to find any way possible out of what he had been dragged into.

"No..." He pushed back against the collar, as much as he wanted to shrink back and down into the table and never, ever, ever appear again. "No... I can't, I won't... I'm not a toy, you're supposed to help me! You're supposed to be nurses!"

Yet that was something, apparently, that they all found very funny, laughing and giggling and some of the larger nurses (it must have suited them better) even guffawing. His cheeks burned with humiliation, though he still tried again, no one ordering him to stay in place as he kicked and pushed someone away, freed, if only for the moment.

"You can't make me stay here!" He threatened, though there was an emptiness behind it. "I'm going - you can't stop me!"

Maybe if there was just enough bravado in him, he could streak for the door, damned clothes and all! But the nurses stepped in his way, a wall of bodies pressing him back to the table, even as he tried to bring his paws up against them.

"No... No." He was back to whimpering, feeling as small and as little as they had wanted him to be, just for them. "I don't wanna do it, you know... I'm not a...not a baby... Please... Please, stop..."

But he couldn't make them, the nurses not even enacting the collar on him, as he was easily picked up and placed back on the table. Jess loomed, a grin on her lips, though he'd never thought before that a bunny could be fearsome.

"Get your back paws up again!" She cooed, wiggling her fingers in the air. "You don't need to worry... Just play with us!"

His cheeks and neck burned. The collar forced him to obey, exposing his backside again. If anything, it had been even more humiliating to see how his pleas had fallen on far more than simply deaf ears.

"All good now!"

A fox nurse held her paws over her eyes as if she was playing peek-a-boo with him, which was even more humiliating, stomach churning, balls aching.

"Legs up! Paws up! Like we're changing your cute, wittle diaper!"

"I'm not cute! Nooooo!"

His body snapped to obey even as he cried out something more about being naughty, but their paws were all over him again, so many phones out and recording, snapping photos, that Res hardly knew where to look. His own sweat lingered on his body where he had overheated more than a little, though the nurses around him had a scent to them too, even as a fox swapped with a deer and then a pig to spank him in such a position.

"Oof!"

"Tell us how naughty you are!"

He whimpered.

"I'm...very naughty."

Oh, that was horrible, though his arousal was still there, lingering, his body aching for something that he simply wished that he could take in private. The collar warmed, pushing him on.

"Oh!" The collar forced him to really obey. "I'm such a naughty, slutty boy, so naughty, yes, for all my lovely, gorgeous nurses! Spank me, oh! Spank me, naughty boy!"

He whined as he was spanked, the collar's influence fading, though he should never have pleaded.

"Oh no... Ow! No! Stop! Please!"

The spanks rained down, his backside warming. To them, he was a naughty boy that needed to be punished.

"Ow! No! Oof! Please, don't!"

They laughed at him, but there were paws in underwear, fingers squeezing into pussies, fingering themselves, showing everyone just what was to come. Not that Res was going to be allowed to reap the spoils of their lightly teasing arousal, even if some wearing skirts had the chance to shimmy out of their underwear too.

"That's right, ladies, get comfortable..."

They teased his cock, forcing him to cum in a deluded spurt, barely dribbling his seed forth, though the pleasure was overruled by horror and humiliation. It was as if he couldn't even feel it at all as he grunted and whimpered, meek and mild, though he couldn't think of anything to get them to leave him alone, to get out of the situation that he had, once again, tumbled into.

He was forced down to his knees, surrounded by nurses, somewhat able to see glimpses of their pussies as they flashed him, though his instinctive need to slip his tongue into them, well... To say that it was not the time or the place was an understatement there. It was something that he both wanted and didn't want at the same time, moaning softly, a paw still on his cock, squeezing, groping his length, squeezing his sore arse. He swore there was still a print there where he'd been slapped, but maybe it was just the remaining feel of so much pressure having been laid into his backside that his entire rump was warm.

"I don't wanna..." He flinched and twisted, his arse burning with residual heat. "Noooo, I'm not a baby, I've not - ow! - done anything wrong!"

Yet their musk, oh... Oh, how that wrapped around him. He didn't want to be so turned on by it, but all it seemed to do was to make his tiny little prick ache even more readily for them. He tried to focus on that, because it made it feel a little better to him, that he could get away from the public tease of it all, panting, their thick musk weaving through the air.

"Oops!"

Oh, but it was no accident that they dropped a pair of underwear over his head, ripe with the arousal of one of the nurses, but perhaps it was right that he didn't even know which of them it had come from. He tried to yank his head away, but Jess was there, clamping a paw over his mouth so that he had to breathe it in. The others laughed, pointing fingers, her musk and arousal flooding his senses.

Yesss...

_ _

Even if he didn't want it. Not really. No... But he had to inhale.

_ _

It was right, panting heavily, the collar forcing him to obey as he stood again, turning around, allowing their paws to roam him, squeezing, humiliation, pinching his nipples, poking his little cock and balls.

"Oh, he's so cute."

"I bet I can get him to cum again."

"Tell us how small and weak you are, what you want us to do to you, cutie-pie!"

He froze, tongue hanging out, but it was not Res' fault that he didn't honestly have an answer to that question. It was just that he didn't think like that, looking for the door. If he answered honestly, it would only have made them upset with him, which would have been against the rules of the collar too. Not answering only made it drive him into whimpering, snapping to attention, drooling and moaning like a slut on show, as if he wanted nothing more than to be made into a slut for them forevermore.

"I want to sniff your soaked panties and please you and let you spank my cute, little bottom all day long!"

He punctuated his utterance with a moan and, well, what he said might have been true if things had not been so public and out there, all eyes on him. Res squinted and tried to squirm away from a camera flash, though they pinned his arms down to his sides without even bothering to tell him to merely stay still. No, that would have been the easier option for them and it was so much more satisfying to the nurses to let them see quite intimately how much stronger they were than the weak little jackal right there before them.

"You can't even get away... Get a good close up on his cock, ladies!"

Jess took the lead, holding him there, her large bosom pressed against his back. The bunny seemed to relish in everything that was going on, now that she had really gotten into it, taking charge, the ringleader, the one that could direct and control them all. Maybe that was just the position that the collar had led her into, but it had opened up so much more for the purple-furred bunny that the opportunities for control there truly were endless.

She let them all come up, one after the other, everyone getting three strokes at a time, or the chance to do whatever else they wanted at the same time to his cock. If they got him off, they could drop another pair of panties on his face, their musk heightening, teasing around him like a scarf that lifted him up, forcing him to address the alluring heaviness of it in the air.

Oh, it was too much, all of their musk clouding in on him, muddying his senses, what he wanted to do, how he wanted to be, grunting and whimpering. They were so close to him, but maybe it was the influence of the collar making him more susceptible to things like that, even though he liked it, normally, too.

"Noooo, I don't wanna... Please..."

Oh, it was all so confusing, feeling just a little of the nurses' wetness on his head and muzzle from those draping, dangling pairs of underwear, some lacey, some silky, others practical. He supposed that they were entitled to wear whatever it was that they wanted, though he didn't mind that, not one bit. It was up to them, always up to them, grunting softly, twisting his hips back and forth, needing a little more, just a little more, wanting something that, with the collar around his neck, Res never felt that he was at all entitled to take for himself.

He was a submissive, a slut, a little one... And with the collar dictating his life, he believed that too. What he liked became what everyone liked, those so inclined using him, his head swimming with lust, musk overwhelming him. It was all he could do to stay where he was, standing and swaying, his cock hard and on show, while he dribbled yet another load of cum. In another life and time, perhaps he would have consensually wanted all that they were doing to him, but he was not in control.

Res closed his eyes, cock hard, though it hardly looked erect at all, being as small as it was. It was the way it was meant to be, even as Jess' fingers curled dominatingly around the back of his neck. He shivered. How could such a small action feel so strong, so dominant? He could not say.

"Now... Isn't it time that we showed everyone else what a good little baby slut you are?"

Res gasped, but they had his arms, ignoring his protests. It was the influence of the collar that let them see just how they could frog march him strongly out of the room, driving him on, pushing him through the doorway while he tried to protest. Yet the collar had him yelping, exclaiming what a naughty boy he was, wiggling his rump, lifting his tail, even stroking his cock and shouting about how small it was - all because they wanted to show him off to even more furs!

The "oohs" and "ahhs" of the waiting room did not fall on deaf ears when it came to Res' debasement, the jackal wishing so very desperately that he could just stay limp, for that might have made things ever so slightly easier for him. That was what he wanted, just a little bit, to show his lack of sexual prowess, that he was a submissive slut, a baby, someone who could never please a lady as Res had, before, so very sorely wished that he could.

"Oooh, how cute is he?"

"Mmmmph, no..." Res gasped and gaped, head down, trying to angle himself away. "No... Not cute... No, please, don't look..."

The waiting room was full, full to the brim, but the collar influenced them quickly into a hungry, lustful horde, wanting only his debasement. Jess paraded him forth, letting him ring awash in the musk of so many more furs, all with their eyes on him. And just how were they all ladies out there? It didn't make sense, not at all, but he wasn't there to make sense while Jess scooped up pre-cum from his cock, or maybe it was cum. All he knew was that it was smeared over his nose, his muzzle, along with the wetness from the nurses' panties.

So many around him masturbating, everyone enjoying the show, delighting in it, in him his abject debasement.

"Look how quickly wittle baby cums!"

Jess teased him, no longer the nurse that he had met when he'd first walked in but a force of female nature. The one that could do so much more than a jackal's wildest dreams and imaginings. But he didn't want to be there, peering over heads and shoulders to the exit, hopelessly far away. The windows were clear, showing him the freedom of the street outside, but he could not escape the clinic, even though he knew too that his car was not that far away.

"Bend over, little quick-draw..."

Res whimpered, his cock hard again, though they rubbed their fingers over his prick, smearing his own seed into his mouth, though he was not even aware of cumming. Was he really on that much of a hair-trigger? It didn't seem right, didn't seem normal, but every fibre of his body was forced into a submissive state of being by the collar, against his normal will and free nature, even though he was going with it. After all, Res did not want to be punished, didn't want to hold back from the pleasure that was there to be taken too, in small doses, mind twisted, emotions clashing with one another.

His cock was hard, his arse groped, spanked, though it was not only the nurses manhandling him, squeezing, nails digging in, using and abusing his body as they thought he was there, merely to be up for grabs.

"How many times can he cum?"

It didn't make sense that he could cum so many times over, but maybe he never had that much seed in his nuts to begin with, making him more and more susceptible to their kind of abuse. All he knew was that all the cum that dribbled weakly from his cock was wiped off on his muzzle, forcing him to take in everything that they had to give him. His own cream was even fed to him, though they had to use the dampness from between their thighs, off their panties, to get him wet. It was not as if, after all, he produced all that much cum, so they had to make do when he was less than what they needed.

So many phones, so many eyes... Oh, his debasement would be recorded for all to see, shared across the internet, though no one would consider it non-consensual. They would think he was a slut who was enjoying it, even more so when a series of sharp spanks to his wobbling, lacking in muscle backside, made him spurt on the spot, though that weak puff of orgasm was the very last one that he would get there. He could not sustain it all, even with the influence of the collar, forcing him to obey their whims, even if it was going beyond what his body could naturally cover.

"Oh..." Jess clicked her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth, eyes dancing with glee. "You've missed a spot, puppy."

He whimpered, eyes shining. He hadn't realised that he'd made a mess on the floor, but the tiny drops were so speckled and dripped that he could barely see them. The deer nurse, however, pushed his nose down into it, holding him onto all fours, cum soaking even more strongly into his muzzle. Res tried to pull away, but the collar forced him down even more strongly than a paw on the back of his neck, his need so strong and flowing through him that he swore he felt every last nerve ending in his body with acute sensitivity.

"There... Oh, that's a good puppy. Who's a good puppy? Are you a good puppy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!"

They cooed over him, treating him like he was a pet, an animal of some kind, but he had to perform, the nurses slapping their thighs to call him to them, more orders that he was forced to obey. He groaned and hung his head in the shame of it all, tail flicking back and forth, but no manner of making himself seem as small and insignificant as possible would call an end to what he had tumbled into.

"Stand on your back legs!"

"Do a spin!"

"Wiggle that booty for us!"

"Please, please... Please, stop, I don't want to do this anymore... My butt is so sore, please..."

Some of the doggy tricks that he was made to perform were easy and some were demeaning. Playing dead gave him a chance to roam his eyes around the room, though his cock was half hard, even though it would not go entirely limp. Maybe they would let him go if he was soft, if he wasn't entertaining to them anymore?

Res' yelped, the collar warming, forcing him to spin, to grind back, to hump as if he was pushing onto something, all for the pleasure of the nurses.

"Naughty, naughty, such a naughty jackal-puppy!"

No, no he wasn't, but they were too busy filming him, falling all about and all over themselves, laughing at him. Those that had their fingers and paws shoved into their panties squeezed eager fingers into their pussies, keen to feel pleasure again, though Res had something in mind.

His eyes wandered, dipping in and out of the musk swirling around him, clouding his senses, breathing heavily, laughter bouncing off him.

Soon...

The door...

Oh, did he dare try it? He didn't know, but no one had an order covering him currently, no power over him, not as the jackal's chest heaved as he leapt up, bare hind paws on the thin waiting room carpet.

"Oh!"

"Look how cute he is!"

"He thinks he can go!"

"But he doesn't have any clothes!"

But he didn't stop, the blue jackal taking his chance and leaping forth, knocking over a chair, naked from head to toe, needing it all, streaming forth like a force of nature, his chest tight with emotion. Was he going to make it? Would he escape, lunging for the door, stumbling over a foot, though he did not know who it belonged to, everything a mess, a blur of action? All he knew was that he had to get out, out somehow, fighting, ignoring those laughing and fingering themselves to his back.

Naked? He'd take it if it got him home finally!

Out on the street, cars roared past, but he'd walked there and there was not all that far to go, if only he leaned into his sprint. No one would catch him for public indecency as long as he pushed on, driving his heels down into the pavement with every lunging stride, heaving for breath, eyes streaming with tears of relief.

"Oh... Thanks... Oh... Oh, god... It's over..."

He wasn't sure whether those words actually came from his lips or not, but he sobbed with relief. Res' vision blurred, the jackal whipping around a corner onto a side street, heart pounding, stomach aching, though his limp cock made it a little easier for him to keep going, to push on, knowing that he was so very close.

Nearly there... So close.

Yet the police sirens had him drawing up short, lower jaw dropping even as he whimpered and strove to cover his modesty.

"Stop!"

The collar did not allow him not to, grinding to a halt, shaking his head, not sure whether to hold up his paws or not for the policefur as she got out of the car.

Damn it! Why did things like that always have to happen to him? Yet he recognised the smirk on her lips as her eyes locked onto the collar, not even meeting his eyes. The Doberman policefur rubbed the back of her knuckles against her jaw, Res attuned for a moment in which to escape, wanting to rock back onto his heels.

If he didn't go against the collar's will, maybe he could get away. He wouldn't shout anything embarrassing. Maybe she'd even take him back in the car? A warning... Yes, he could deal with that.

"Bend over the hood."

Res started.

"What?"

Yet the collar slammed him down, his paws splayed, rump raised, whimpering, yelping, his tongue hanging out as he ground back, crying out loud.

"Oh, yes, take me! Take your naughty jackal slutty boi!"

For he had not truly escaped at all, his heart sinking as, for the first time, the policefur's paws connected with his arse in a crude grope.

Res groaned.

Was the collar ever going to cut him a break?

If he knew how his life went, probably not!