Exotic Pets & Companions, Inc., Jack V-24
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Exotic Pets & Companions, Inc.
Jack V-24
By William W. Kelso
I left the doctor's office with a feeling of shock. I couldn't believe it, only six weeks to two months left to live. And by that time I would be in constant pain and agony as the blood disorder progressively got worse. No cure, no hope. But I had even less time than that as the company insurance would only cover euthanasia and cremation, not an extended hospital stay with no hope of recovery. What would my wife and two children do without me to support them? I had finally gotten a good paying, if menial, job working as night cleaning staff, and now this. They had first found the rare blood disorder during the routine six month company physical all employees were required to have. They even had a name for what was wrong with me, Campbell's Disorder. In a daze I walked down the street holding the doctors diagnosis in my hand, my death sentence. The doctor had been so sorry, so sad and grave when he told me. I had two options, report to the local hospital for euthanasia in two weeks or less, or stay at home and die in agony as no funds would be available even for pain killers. Hell of a choice, but I didn't know I would soon be given a third choice. It would save my life in a way, but I would never be the same again.
I went into a local coffee shop I sometimes stopped at after work as it was open 24 hours. I sat down and automatically ordered a cup of coffee, then just sat and stared at nothing while the coffee got cold. I didn't notice the man until he came and sat down across from me in the booth. He was silent for awhile and I just glanced briefly at him, and then looked back down at the table. Finally he said,
"Man, I'm really sorry. It must be rough finding out bad news like that. And you're so young too."
I looked up and said, "Who the fuck are you?" I was angry he had interrupted my contemplation of my impending death; I had been trying, unsuccessfully, to come to terms with it. Then I realized I'd seen him at the doctor's office, he was a male nurse.
He didn't seem to be bothered by my rudeness. "Sorry friend, I just overhead what the doctor told you. That's really horrible. I mean, you got a family, right?"
At the thought of my family I started to cry, I loved them so much and didn't know what they would do without me. Jeanie couldn't work because she was almost blind, and the kids were way too young. I just put my face and my hands and cried. After years of bad luck we'd finally gotten a break, and now this. It was so fucking unfair. The guy reached across and patted me on my shoulder,
"Look, he said, I heard what the doctor said about your options, the creep. Telling someone to have themselves put to sleep or suffer just because the cheap ass insurance company won't pay for anything else. What if I told you there's a third option, one where you can stay alive AND help your family be financially fixed for the rest of their lives?"
I looked up at him through blurry eyes, and wiped my face off with a napkin. "What do you mean?" I asked in a shaky voice, with just a little hope in it.
"I know this, um, company that deals in genetic research. They make clones that are sold as special Pets, you've probably heard about them. Lots of stuff in the news lately as some idiots think it's immoral and the anthros, that's what some people call the pets, should have rights or some other garbage because they're part human. But what most don't know, and I only do because my brother works for them, is that sometimes they change people into pets, but don't tell anybody! They need volunteers for this, and they pay a LOT. Heard about a dude that lost both legs in a wreck and they paid his family a cool half million bucks to volunteer. The catch is that once you do volunteer you can never see your family again as you'll become a pet, part animal, and your old identity will never be known, and you'll have no rights since you're considered to be just an animal now. As far as anyone knows you're just a regular pet. But the process cures all diseases or handicaps."
"That, that sounds crazy." I replied. "If they can do stuff like that, why can't they cure me?"
"Hey, the guy said, I don't nothing about that, all I know is what I've been told. My brother said the company pays $5,000 just for "references". Even if you're not suitable for some reason you still get that much, and so do I. It's a win-win deal for both of us. If you want I can get a hold of my brother and arrange a meeting with someone. They can tell you more."
"You're saying if I just go to the meeting I get $5,000, no strings attached? Even if I say no and walk away?" I asked.
"Yep, so far as I know that's how it works. Give me your number and they should call within a day or two." The guy replied.
What the hell I thought. If this guy is on the level the five grand would be a nice little addition to our meager savings account, so I gave him my number. He said he was sorry again, and left. I waited a little while longer, then dragged myself home to tell my wife, whom I loved so dearly, the bad news. I was more worried about her and the kids then myself.
The nurse hurried back to the clinic, a big smile on his face. It was so easy, tell some schmuck he'd dying, then offer him; or her, a chance at life, and almost all the time the dumbasses accepted the offer. He entered the clinic and went straight to the doctor's office. As he entered he said,
"Hiya doc, looks like the poor jerk bought it. He gave me his number and I told him he'd get contacted in a day or two, let him sweat a little bit."
"Excellent, said the doctor. By then that shot I gave him will kick in and he'll be feeling really sick. Even if he doesn't accept we can always tell him we made a horrible mistake and he won't die after all. Either way we get our "finder's fee". I've already got another "candidate" too, nice healthy young truck driver, he's perfect, no family or anything. Going to tell him he has inoperable cancer."
The nurse said, "Yeah doc, what a great racket. I'm off shift now, so see you tomorrow."
I got the call early in the afternoon two days after I'd given the nurse my number. A man said to meet him in the same coffee shop in one hour, and I told him I'd be there. I'd already told Jeanie all about it, but only that if I donated my body for "medical research" they'd pay my family a lot of money. She was still in tears when I left.
I met the man, a very well dressed polite stuffed suit type. He told me the details which were basically that if I signed my "body" and all rights to it, even though I was still alive, over to the company he represented a sum of $300,000 would be deposited into my bank account and in addition both of my children would receive paid for college educations. I asked him about the half million I had been told about, but he just smiled and said my informant was mistaken. I asked him what would actually happen to me, and what would I have to do. He was pretty blunt, he said I would become a part human/part animal hybrid, and that "Pets" were for the most part living sex toys, and since I would be considered an animal would have no rights. But that was all he knew, or all he would tell me. It seems most of the cloned pets are females, and their intelligence is little more than that of the animal genes donor. He told me that in return for my "volunteering" to become a "Pet" I would be allowed to stay the same sex, and my intelligence would be left intact. They allowed this for "volunteers". This would make me much more valuable which was why they could offer so much. I told him I'd think about, he handed me five crisp new $1,000 notes, and left. He said he would call the next day at the same time and needed my answer then, the offer would not be repeated.
That night I made my decision, and even though Jeanie had a crying fit and tantrum my mind was made up. I had been feeling sicker and sicker every day, just like the doctor had said I would, and knew I couldn't say no. The $300,000 should be enough for her and the kids to live on, and once the kids went to college and were on their own there should be enough to keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. It was the only way I could provide for them. She'd been almost blinded in an accident shortly after we got married, and there was no way she could ever support herself. It was this, or leave her with a funeral bill to pay and nothing else. I was scared as hell, but I didn't hesitate in my decision.
The next afternoon the call came, I told them I accepted, and two hours later I said goodbye to my family for the last time. First I verified that the money had indeed been deposited into my account and that the educational opportunities for my children had been taken care of, then I went down to the street from our apartment complex and I was picked up by a plain white sedan with dark windows. The minute I stepped into the car and sat down the two waiting men grabbed me, one gave me a shot, and I was out cold. And my human life ended just like that.
The white sedan pulled into the parking lot of the large impressive medical research facility, drove around to the rear, and parked. The two men dragged the unconscious man from the backseat and hauled him up some stairs to the loading and receiving dock. They were expected and the man was loaded on a gurney and whisked away through the double doors. The delivery receipt just said "One cadaver for medical research, with no name or other information given.
The attendants wheeled the gurney with the covered "body" into the elevator and punched in a special code which took it to a floor deep under the complex that was not listed on the control panel. When the door opened they wheeled the "body" into what looked like a morgue and turned it over to the nurse on duty. She slid the man onto an exam table and proceeded to clean and shave his body clean of all hair, and then she made a call and a few minutes later a technician picked him up and took him to one of the processing or "VAT" rooms. He was prepped, assigned the ID "JACK V-24", and lowered into Vat #8 to start his transformation from human to hybrid animal and from one life to another. He was a "special order" so extra care was taken during the transformation process and he was monitored closely. Ninety days later to the minute the Vat chimed and the technician and doctor on duty "cracked" it and removed and cleaned up the new Pet and got him ready for transportation to a training facility. He wouldn't wake up until he had reached his new "home". Then they prepped the Vat for the next occupant.
I woke up with a snort, completely disoriented and confused and found myself staring at a ceiling with large wooden crossbeams. The last thing that I could remember was those two jerks grabbing me and shoving a needle in my arm. They hadn't needed to be so damn rough, I mean, I had "volunteered" after all. I reached up to rub my eyes and stopped, and stared at my arm. It looked more or less the same, but was covered with grey and white hair, I lifted up my other arm and it was the same. What the hell, had they already done "it'? About this time I realized I could look down my own nose, a really BIG nose, also covered in gray and white fur or hair or whatever it was. I gave a loud grunt and sat up and stared at "my" body. I could see that I now only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand, that my fingers were thicker and felt a little clumsy and had large black nails completely covering the tips, it looked like two fingers had grown together to make each new one. But it was the rest of "my" new body that caught my attention the most. I was complete covered in what I now recognized as equine hair because I was a DONKEY! My hair was grey on my back and sides and partially down my legs, and the rest was white. From the waist down my body was entirely equine complete with misshapen looking legs ending in black shiny hooves and a long tail ending in a tuft of bristly hair. From the waist up I had a human shaped fairly muscular chest covered in white hair but with NO nipples. With shaking hands I ran them over my head and muzzle. I had large sensitive ears that flicked away when I touched them, a fully developed equine head and muzzle, large rubbery nose and lips, and a bristly mane on the back of my head that ran part way down my neck, and my neck was longer and thicker. I also had very impressive, very equine, genitals, almost embarrassingly so. My balls where the size of billiard balls, my scrotum black and shiny, and about three inches of my penis was hanging out of its sheath, it had a strange flattened head and was a mottled grey and pink color. I closed my eyes and shook my head with a squeal, I felt so damn WEIRD. I mean, I had expected something, but THIS? It was one thing to be told you'd become an animal, but it was another entirely to wake up AS one! I had expected some sort of counseling, or SOMEthing, to help prepare me. Maybe even a choice of what kind of animal I would become. I guess maybe it was just best to get it over with as soon as possible. But a DONKEY?
About then I noticed the smell of food, and my stomach rumbled. God, I had never been so hungry in my life. I realized I was lying in straw, and pulled myself up the side of the stall, because that's what it was, a stall. I had been around enough barns to recognize one. It wasn't what I'd been expecting, but I guess it made sense. I mean, where else would you keep a Donkey? Certainly not in a hotel suite, but still I had kind of expected at least a cot or something instead of a straw covered floor. With shaky unsteady steps I walked over to the source of the food smell, bracing myself on the wall. There was a hay rick full of fresh smelling hay, but what caught my interest was a bucket hanging from the wall. It smelled like it was full of cereal or something, and when I looked inside it did kind of look like a blend of different kinds of grain. Later I found out it was called mash. It smelled delicious, but after a couple of attempts to scoop some out, no utensils provided, I just stuck my muzzle in the bucket and used my rather large tongue to scoop it into my mouth. So I contentedly stuffed my muzzle until the food was gone, and gave a disappointed grunt there wasn't more. Next came the water, there was a small trough attached to wall full of clear clean water, and I stuck my muzzle in it, no cup provided, and sucking up the cool water almost drained it. But as soon as it went below a certain level it refilled, sensor switch I guessed. "Dinner" finished I realized I had to go, NOW. I looked around and of course no toilet facilities. Did they really mean for me to go on the floor? This was NOT what I had expected; I mean, I was housebroken after all, but having no choice I backed into a corner, crouched, and took a huge dump of slick balls of green dung. I looked like a Donkey and crapped like one too. Next I had to whiz and my whole cock came sliding out, damn thing close to ten inches long floppy, and I held it in one hand and braced against the wall with the other and cut loose. It was like a water hose and I'd never taken a longer pee in my life, as least as a human. That taken care of I looked around at the barren stall, and thought, what next? There has to be more then this!
I heard someone walking by the other side of the door to the stall, and staggering over to it I tried to call out to whoever it was, I had so many questions! "H, He, Haaaaw!" I said. What was that! I tried to call out again and all I "said" was "Eh-aaw!" In a panic I tried to say something, ANY thing! But I all I could do was grunt and squeal and bray. I rubbed my throat, my DONKEY throat, but that didn't help any. I couldn't talk anymore! Those bastards hadn't said anything about this! I knew I'd be changed, but I didn't think they'd take away my ability to talk! I mean, how would I communicate? As it would turn out Pets are not expected to be able to communicate, only follow orders. But for now I was VERY upset, and banged my hands against the door, squealing and braying in anger. But there was no response; if anyone heard me they just ignored me. Of course I was under observation the whole time as I was in a "holding stall" for new arrivals. Being ignored was part of my indoctrination into my new "life" as animals are also pretty much ignored, they do not call for their masters and expect to be answered except in emergencies. I needed to learn my place.
Finally I gave up and my tantrum was over. The lights suddenly dimmed, but I could still see pretty good as my new equine night vision was much better than my old human. I sat down in a corner and morosely chomped on some hay I pulled from the rick as there was nothing else to do. It was dry, but good. As I sat there in the dark I started to cry, the shock was over and the realization was kicking in. I was no longer human and had the body of an animal, I couldn't even talk, and I'd never see my family again. When I was finally cried out I laid over on my side as it was much more comfortable than sitting on my big fat, well, ass. At least that way my tail was free. I gave a soft sad snort, laid my huge head down, and went to sleep as I was exhausted.
The handler, whose name was Toby, watched through the monitor as the new changeling finally settled down and went to sleep. He felt sorry for it when it cried; all the new arrivals did when they realized what had happened to them. Just because he was a trainer and handler didn't mean he couldn't sympathize with the new animals under his; and his fellow handlers, care. He himself was a changeling, a very special one called a Rabbit because his animal donor had been a buck rabbit. This gave him a greatly increased capability for sex as that was a large part of the training the new animals would be put through when they were "broken and domesticated". In appearance he was basically human, the only really noticeable thing physically that he wasn't were his large genitals, but even some "normal" humans had ones as large. But no normal human could keep up with him sexually, not even close. He was intrigued by this newest arrival, for more reasons than one. For one thing it was a "volunteer" which was rare; frankly even the rabbit wondered why someone would willingly become an animal. Another was the fact it was male, while not rare necessarily only one in ten changelings were males. The majority, even those who had been human males, were females. Plus the other male animals were always former human females; the sex change was part of the breaking process as it was such a large shock. But this one had been male to start with, most unusual. And while he had the full animal mental changes, and his greatly enhanced sex drive would kick in shortly, he also had been left with most of his human intelligence. If that was right then his human memories would remain at least partially intact long after they would have faded in most changelings leaving behind a basically animal mind with little or no memories of ever having ever been anything else. It made their new lives much easier to endure, and made them more cooperative. That probably explained some of the other unusual things as well. It would be very interesting to see how this one reacted to being broken, domesticated, and then trained. Very interesting indeed, and the rabbit would request that be assigned as this one's handler and one of his trainers.
I woke up when I heard fairly loud sounds coming from the other side of the stall door, I sat up and my ears automatically swiveled towards the noise, standing up and alert as I flared my nostrils trying to catch any new scents. I heard the door start to open, so got to my feet, no HOOVES, and backed nervously into the corner. I had no idea what to expect. What happened was a very muscular young man wearing nothing but shorts came into the stall, got the empty feed bucket, and replaced it with a new one. I just watched, and as he came closer I realized didn't smell like a human, at least not exactly, there was something else in his scent. He just looked at me and didn't say anything, and neither did I because I couldn', but I did flick my ears nervously, and he just smiled. I waited until he was gone and had shut the door, and then took a look in the bucket. It was full of oats, but there were also chopped up raw carrots, complete with their tops, mixed in. I ate it all, snorting in pleasure. I was still pretty hungry so made a big dent in the hay as well. I was surprised to find that my initial feeling of "weirdness" was pretty much gone, and I could stand and walk without feeling shaky anymore. It was definitely an improvement. My mind was adjusting to my new body.
A short time later the door opened again and this time two of the funny smelling humans entered. One had a hackamore, and lead rope. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but the other had what looked like a cattle prod so I decided to behave myself. He slipped the hackamore over my head and buckled it, and the only thing I did was give a nervous snort, and then to my surprise I was rewarded with a slice of apple. He held it to my nose and I used my tongue to scoop it into my mouth and I was surprised at how sweet it tasted. Yum! OK, lesson number one learned, if you behave or were "docile" you get rewarded. Lesson number two, always take the treat with your mouth, never your hand. They led me to what was obviously a veterinarian's office and tied the lead rope to a ring in the wall of what I can only call an examination stall. It had tile walls and floor with a drain in it. I could have untied the rope easily, but figured that probably wouldn't be the brightest idea. I was surprised I was so calm about this. Then a real human, at least he smelled right, came in and gave me a very thorough and very personal examination, and I protested most vocally when he stuck something up my butthole; something big and long, which got a laugh from the two wrong-smelling humans. Again I was surprised about how docile I was about the whole thing, not realizing it was my new conditioning kicking in. Be calm, be good, do as you're told, you're an animal. After that part was over I was rewarded with another slice of apple which helped calm me down. Having something stuck up your butt was NOT fun for anyone, even an animal, if you weren't expecting it. Next I was led to a room where what I guess were X-rays were made, or some sort of scans.
The only really scary; and disturbingly pleasurable, part was when they strapped me to a kind of frame with my legs spread and my hands securely bound with leather cuffs in an "X". They also tied the lead rope to the top bar so my head movement was very limited. The frame was adjustable, and they tilted it so I was almost horizontal. Then they proceeded to "milk" me like you see with stallions, using a jack-off sleeve to catch my cum. Believe you me I was most vocal in my protests, but then my brays and snorts became ones of pleasure as God help me it did feel good. While one of the non-humans fondled and stroked my balls the other slid a sleeve over my now erect penis and slid the sleeve up and down until I came. I was surprised it didn't take very long, and even MORE surprised by how incredibly strong my orgasm was, and as I came I gave a deep squealing guttural bray of ecstasy, oh God that felt good! Then I rested my muzzle against the top bar grunting and snorting softly. What came next was even weirder, and much more disturbing. They came back about a half hour later and I thought it was to fetch me and take me somewhere else, but I was wrong.
One of the handlers had a sealed plastic bag with him, and opening it he removed a damp rag, and held it to my muzzle. I almost went berserk at the scent on that rag, it was the first time I'd smelled a natural Jenny in full estrus and I gave a loud squeal of pure lust and felt myself getting hard again, only this time it was very different. I felt myself grow and grow until I was larger, much larger, then I had been the last time I was hard, and the NEED to mate with a female overwhelmed me like nothing I can even began to describe. The human part of me was gone, and the stallion was in charge, and he was interested in only one thing. This time they slid a much larger sleeve onto my rampant penis and I desperately tried to lunge into it, snorting and braying and then gave a deep "HAW-UHUHUHHH, GRUNT!" like sound when I came and it was massive explosion of an orgasm and when it ended I slumped in the frame and passed out for a minute. I know now I'd have my first orgasm as part human/part animal, and my second as pure animal. I had never experienced anything even remotely like that before, it was incredible pain and pleasure at the same time. I woke up a minute later and shook my head, what had just happened??
They unstrapped me and a led me, a little shakily, back to my stall. Then I was given a real treat, a whole apple. Evidently that was it for the day, and later they brought my evening feed and it was lights out in the barn. I was still a little stunned by what had happened, but was also very tired so fell asleep almost right away curled up in the straw, and had strange and very erotic dreams.
The veterinarian examined the results of the various tests and specimens they'd take from the new "Volunteer" changeling and was very satisfied. Everything looked fine; the Donkey stallion was healthy physically and mentally. He seemed to have accepted his new existence quite well and was well behaved. The milking tests were particularly interesting. It was relatively new modification, and so far had worked out well. Since the Pet would be trained to service both human and animal partners from different species; as well as other Pets, the ability to have erections of two different sizes made him much more versatile. The type of erection would be triggered by the sexual pheromones of his partners. One size for human and Pet partners, another larger size for natural animal partners. He could even be used for breeding as his loins contained pure equine sperm, his animal gene donor was a prize winning Donkey Jack, and his loins produce the same seed as the donor. His new owner could rent him for stud service if they so desired to recoup some of their investment, or just milk him and sell the sperm on the market for artificial insemination. The vet had no doubt this new sexual capability would be in popular demand and would add greatly to the Pets value. With a tired sigh he scheduled the new Pet to begin his breaking and training in the morning, saved the file and backed up the PC, and left for home and a warm bed.
I woke up again to the sound of noises outside my stall as the morning feed was distributed. I stood up and watched as a handler entered the stall and removing the old feed bucket replaced it with a new one. Yesterday had left me starving and I quickly devoured the new feed down to the last oat with gusto, grunting in pleasure. I was eating hay when the door burst open again and a new one of the non-humans entered. He had a bridle in one hand and a lead rope in the other. So far they had used a hackamore on me, and I wasn't thrilled by the sight of the metal bit. He told me,
"Come here animal!" and he held out the bridle.
I hesitantly approached, rolling my eyes a little and laying my ears back as he seemed to be belligerent and was giving off very dominant male pheromones. He slipped the bridle over my head and I bit at the bit a little, but he gave me a smack on the side of the head and told me,
"NO, don't bite the bit, cooperate or you will be punished beast!"
For a second I thought about giving him a good kick or trying to bite him, but when I saw the whip on his belt I figured it might be best to be good for now, at least until I saw how things developed. Plus it was obvious he was very strong, and most likely knew how to handle unruly animals like me. I didn't want to find out if he did. And I still felt strangely calm and accepting, my docility programming was working quite well, I would find it extremely hard to get upset about anything, no matter what it was.
He led me to another barnlike building nearby, and for the first time I saw other "animals" like myself, mostly sheep and goats, all female except for one Ram. They all looked at me curiously, and I looked at them, but we didn't get to "visit" as we were all being led by handlers and if we slowed down we got a hard yank on the lead rope or reins. I was able to tell something from their scents and body language though; I guess it was instinct. Most were scared but docile and most reeked of sex and I felt a stirring in my sheath, but it didn't develop into a full blown erection, thank goodness, that would have been SO embarrassing. For one thing the females, which were in mild to full estrus, didn't smell quite right as they were other "species" though I did think they were nice smelling. We entered the barn which turned out to be the blacksmith and tack barn. I was led into a stall, my lead rope was tied to a ring in the wall, and I was shod. They told me to lean against the wall, which I did, and they secured my wrists in cuffs. Then the farrier held up one hind leg and then the other as he worked on my hooves and shoed me with rubber non-skid shoes. It didn't hurt, he was good at what he did, and when he was through I got a carrot as a reward for behaving, and the handler who had been put in charge of me led me to still another building. It was the barn I would spend the next year in, at least I think it was about a year, it was it was kind of hard to tell time with no watches or clocks, and my sense of time was different now anyway. It was more of a day-to-day type thing; animals don't do much planning ahead or care if it's Friday or Monday. We know if its morning or afternoon, day or night, hot or cold, but that's about it. I doubt I'll ever know just exactly how much they'd changed my thought processes, but frankly don't worry about it much. It's too damn hard to concentrate on stuff like that.
He took me to a nice clean stall, and then to my surprise spoke to me for the first time like I was a person instead of a stupid animal. He told me exactly what was planned for me, what I would have to do whether I liked it or not, and made clear how I would be punished if I resisted. He told me,
"My name is Toby; I've been assigned as your handler and trainer. You will not have a name unless your future owner decides to give you one, for now you will be known as V-24. In case you haven't already guessed I'm not human. I'm a changeling too, but not a Pet, I'm what they call a Rabbit. My job is to break and train new Pets to be docile and happy to serve their owners. My animal gene donor was a rabbit, this is so I can perform sexually numerous times a day, and I'm pretty much insatiable. You'll soon find out you are too, but it takes a few days for your new sex drive to kick in so we'll go slow at first. Your loins produce sperm and semen at something like ten times the normal rate nonstop, so you need to be "drained" on a regular basis or your balls will start growing and once that happens they don't get smaller again, and you'll find you're quite sexually insatiable, and no post coupling soreness either. You will be trained to perform any kind of sexual acts your owner might like, both with human, Pets, and natural animals. With both male and female partners, and also with multiple partners, and you will also be trained to endure various kinds of bondage and sexual torture and enjoy it. However, it is against policy for owners to cause any actual physical damage to a Pet, they can lose the Pet and/or be heavily fined, so actual torture to cause only pain and mutilation is forbidden. Mostly it will be orgasm denial, 'rape', and other mild sexual torture with more pleasure then pain. You may also be rented out as a stud for breeding purposes as your loins produce pure donkey sperm. Since you're male your training will take longer. I know you've also experienced your new double sized erections capability, and you'll learn how to control that as well to some extent. It's new for us too, so there will be some experimentation to find your limits and any problems. I don't tell this to the other new Pets because once their new sex drives and mental conditioning kicks in they rapidly lose most of their human memories which is really for the best. In your case I've been told the human part of your memories will remain largely intact, so I want you to know what to expect. If you cooperate it will be much more, um, pleasant, and once you accept your new life it can be most enjoyable. If you don't it can get rather unpleasant very quickly, but you WILL be trained and broken whether you cooperate or not. The Company has a lot invested in you, and they want it back. This is the last time I will address you as a person, the minute I leave this stall you will just another animal to be broken and trained, do you understand? Good! To try to escape would be stupid and useless. You have a chip in your skull that can be used to track you anywhere, I have one too, all changelings do. I'm as much an animal as you are if that makes you feel any better, we're both owned by the same Company. Now I'm going to prepare your first training session, and will be back for you shortly. Stay here until I return. Leaving a stall without a handler is forbidden, you go NOwhere without a handler, understand? If you do you will be punished, understand? Good."
I just stood there and stared at him in growing horror, shaking my head numbly, and of course I couldn't ask him any questions. I had not "volunteered" for THIS! I had thought I would be, well, a Pet, and had been told sex would be involved. But I had thought it would more like a pony for some rich kid, or maybe a novel servant like a Donkey in tails or something. But a SEX slave, with males too? AND animals? Would that be bestiality since I was part animal too? If I had sex with humans would THAT be bestiality? Could I have sex with ANYthing, and it not be considered bestiality? From the sound of it I was going to be trained to be some sort of depraved sexual monster. This was going South big time. I would rather be dead then be degraded into a sexual freak, but what could I do, it was way to too late to say I changed my mind. I stood in a corner with my muzzle to the wall, and large tears ran down my face. I missed my wife and kids so much, despite what I had become I still loved them. But at least they'd be taken care of; I hadn't been a total failure as a husband and father.
When the handler came back he could tell I was pretty upset, and to his credit he took that into account. He put a hand on my shoulder and said,
"Hey, it won't be so bad. It's hard to accept your new life, but I did, we all have to. It's that or go insane, but you're programmed not to. Once your sex drive kicks in believe me it will give you a whole new outlook, you'll want to, hell, you'll NEED to do what you'll be trained to do. It can really be quite nice if you don't fight it. And the company is very careful about whom they sell Pets too, they check and verify everyone very thoroughly. Because of your "special" designation I'll be more careful and gentle with your training. Now come on, I've got a nice Jenny just waiting to make your acquaintance; she just loves a well hung stud. She's a pretty thing."
I followed him docilely when he took the lead rope as I really had no choice; I mean what else could I do? He led me to another barn, the facility was huge, and left me in a stall. He took the lead rope off, but left the bridle. I played with it while he was gone as I didn't care for the bit at all, it was uncomfortable as hell, and tried to make it fit better but didn't have much luck. So after awhile I just gave up and just stood and nervously chomped at the damn thing. Something told me I didn't dare take it off. I ran my tongue over it in distaste; I didn't like the metal taste.
When he'd told me he had a Jenny for me I thought he meant a natural, a four legged, one. I had some mixed feelings about that. So my ears really stood up and I froze and flared my nostrils when he led a Pet into the stall, a Donkey just like me, but female. She was a little smaller and black and white, with a white ring around one eye and a blaze in the center of her forehead. I flared my nostrils as they entered the stall and realized she was sexually receptive from her scent, but not in full blown estrus. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He just led her into the stall, unhooked her lead rope, then turned and left without saying a word. I just stood and stared at first, and she stared at me. We looked at, and smelled one another. I was a little surprised, but not disappointed, to see she had very human breasts and also udders on her lower belly, or at least large nipples as she wasn't lactating. She made the first move and approached me, a little bit skittish since I was a strange stallion. She put her muzzle next to mine and blew so I could get a better scent of her, and I did the same, it came naturally. We nuzzled a little bit and made soft snorts and other friendly sounds since we couldn't talk and it didn't take long for things to become more intimate. I put my hands on her shoulder as we nuzzled one another, nibbling at one another's ears and manes, and then slid my hands down to her very human, very firm, breasts which were covered in soft hair. She gave a deeper snort of pleasure as I kneaded her breasts and her nipples grew hard, then she pulled away and crouched down in front of me and started to fondle my balls, and oh God it felt so very, very good. I put my hands on back of her head and gave soft grunts of pleasure and she gently caressed me, then gave a deep snort as she took my now rigid penis in her mouth, ALL of it, and I was a good thirteen inches long hard, but Donkeys have deep throats. And she kept fondling me the whole time. Finally I gave a deep braying moan and she pulled away, she knew I was getting awfully close. She'd already had a lot of training, so she knew the signs.
She spun around and dropped forward on to all fours and lifted her tail for me and I didn't hesitate for one second, I couldn't at that point. We had to do it that way as she was sexed like a natural Donkey, so like a stallion I mounted her from behind "Donkey" style. She was wet and slick and I slid in easily and serviced her with steady powerful strokes, both of us squealing and grunting our incredible pleasure and lust. At this time I thought she was just a hybrid clone, not a female animal who had once been a human male. It only took me a few minutes and I wish it had lasted a lot longer (later I would be trained to draw it out almost indefinitely, but that was later) and as I neared release I speeded up and we both orgasmed at the same time and it was incredible. I gave a guttural squeal as I climaxed, and gasping for breath I dismounted from her and she got up and we nuzzled and hugged for a while longer until the handler came to fetch her and took her away. I thought that was probably it for the day, and as of yet I had no idea of my capabilities, but would soon find out.
The handler came back a few minutes later, and without saying anything he snapped the lead rope on my bridle and led me out of the barn, I thought we were going back to my new "home" stall. Instead he led me to yet another barn and as we got nearer I began to catch the scent of more animals, but natural ones this time. I tried to stop to get a better whiff, but the handler gave an impatient jerk on the rope and I quickened my pace to keep up with him. The minute we entered the barn my nose confirmed what the faint whiff had implied, there was a natural Jenny in heat in the barn. I gave a guttural squeal and stood with my head thrown back taking large deep breaths and flaring my nostrils and I was already becoming aroused. The handler told me,
"That's right, we have another Jenny who very much wants to make your acquantence, and she hasn't had a Jack service her in days. You're in for a real treat."
The handler laughed when I brayed and tried to pull the rope out of his hands so I could go to her, I needed to go to her! He gave another hard yank and I calmed down a little, stamping my hooves and snorting impatiently. He led me past other stalls with some more natural animals in them and took me to a small pen in one corner where the Jenny was waiting. By now I was rampant, but the stallion hadn't quite taken over yet and I looked down at myself in amazement. My erection was now a good twenty inches long and thicker than it had been with the Pet Jenny and I gave a confused snort, but then the handler opened the gate to the pen and took off the lead rope and let me loose. I approached the Jenny and stamped my hooves and gave deep snorts and squeals to let her know my interest and intentions, and she responded to let me know she was also interested in my services. I circled behind her and took a good deep sniff of her rump to make sure she was ready, and then when she lifted her tail I mounted her with a loud bray of lust. I put as much of my weight on her back as possible, leaning forward and pinned her using my arms to grasp her. I lunged into her with deep grunts and she squealed in pleasure, and when I came it was a gut-wrenching explosion that rocked my whole body and I threw back my head and gave an equine scream of agonizing ecstasy. I rested on her back for a short time, and then dismounted. The handler had watched the whole time but I wasn't aware of his presence, the stallion was in charge. He watched in approval as I serviced her three more times over the next hour, grunting and squealing in pleasure. As he didn't want to push me too far on the first day he entered the pen and led me away after I had dismounted from the fourth coupling. I was disappointed and not very cooperative, but once we got outside in the fresh air I calmed down pretty quickly and the human part took over again, but I remembered what I had done and looked wistfully back at the barn and gave a sad squeal, I wanted more of that incredible ecstasy. The handler smiled, and said,
"Don't worry my friend; you'll be making regular trips to that barn quite often."
Then he took me back to the other barn, and brought the Pet Jenny back to the stall and left me with her for the rest of the day, and I serviced her three times as well with no real trouble, and once she made me come orally. And with her I again had the smaller erection, and while it was less intense then with the natural Jenny it did take longer and the foreplay was very nice too. The last coupling was the best, long and slow, much more human the animal. I held her around the waist and humped her with long steady strokes, watching as I slid in and out of her sopping wet equine sex, both of us grunting and giving soft squeals of pleasure. When it was time and I could no longer hold back I picked up the pace until we both climaxed and I gave a long sobbing bray as I came and came. When the handler came for me we were just standing there hugging with our muzzles resting on one another's shoulders, sound asleep. He paused, then left again and didn't come back for a couple of more hours. More than long enough for me to service her two more times and it was wonderful.
When he took me back to my new "home" stall I just ate ravenously, and then locking my knees I fell asleep standing up, totally exhausted, but quite happy all things considered. I wouldn't stay that way for long. Part of me was somewhat appalled by what I had done, but I ignored it.
My mating with the two Jenny's, the natural and changeling, turned out to be one of the "highlights" of my training. I know it wasn't done out of kindness, though maybe a little was mixed in, but had been more to make sure my special dual erection capabilities worked correctly, and my performances were recorded and included in a company sales presentation for the new "model" pet. I have a sneaking suspicion that if I hadn't performed as expected I would have been removed from the "inventory" and gone back into a Vat for another try, and the second time around might have ended up with most of my human mind gone like a regular Pet. I mean if I got a "natural" erection while servicing a human I could quite possibly injure or even kill them in my lust. Not good for customer relations, having a Pet fuck their master or mistress to death; even unintentionally, would definitely cause a drop in sales.
I found out I had another modification as well, one that freaked me out at first but I soon came to accept (had no choice); and even appreciate, it. It seems my rectum and lower intestines had been changed to allow me to accommodate quite large partners for anal sex. Plus the nerve endings had been modified to provide the equivalent of what a female felt like while being serviced, complete with "orgasm" triggered by the males release of their cum. The first time I experienced it, like I said, I freaked out because I didn't know about it yet. But in time I came to appreciate it very much, it made certain aspects of my servitude much more bearable, and eventually enjoyable. I wasn't a hermaphrodite exactly, but I could provide my male partners with something pretty close to a female sex organ for their pleasure. Most male Pets have the same modification to make them more 'versatile' in performing their main functions.
My first experience came the next day when Toby, my handler and trainer, picked me up in the morning and took me to a large building with special rooms for different types of "training". Up to this point I was still being docile as so far things had been, while disconcerting, not really that bad. He put me in a mounting brace and strapped my legs and wrists, but I figured I was going to be milked again as I already had been several times so they could sell my seed for artificial insemination of natural Donkey Jennies or Mares. This time though the brace was for a different reason as the true "training" began. The first indication I had as to what would be happening came when Toby took a big glop of lubrication fluid and started lubing up my asshole using a dildo, at which point I got a little vocal so he put a strap over my muzzle to shut it, and tied my lead rope to the top rail so I couldn't really see what he was doing very well even though my peripheral vision was greatly improved, one advantage of having a muzzle with your eyes more on the sides of your head. He kept lubing me up, then he took off his shorts (only rabbits were allowed clothing and only because they look human, but it's for human modesty, not their own) and walked around to the front of the rack to let me see his own huge erection, he as almost as big as me when I had a human/anthro partner erection. Then he told me that,
"This is the start of your male/male sexual training. I'm going to fuck you in your ass and I think you'll be surprised at the result. I'll be fairly gentle as this your first time."
WHAT!?! I just stared at him giving muffled squeals and brays, rolling my eyes in terrorized disbelief. It was one thing with females, but I'd never had any Gay interests at all! As a man or an animal hybrid. The fact I'd already been told I'd be trained like this had never really sunken in until now. I jerked at the rope and tried to watch as he circled back behind me, but could just barely see him. I felt him press the head of his penis against my asshole, and holding my tail out of the way he mounted me with a few powerful thrusts and I took it all easily, and I tried to throw my head back and gave a muffled scream as he penetrated me. At first it hurt like Hell and I sobbed and squealed, but after awhile as he raped me it started to feel, well, good. It started as a kind of tingling, but quickly became outright pleasure, and I could feel every inch of him inside me as his thighs slammed into my hindquarters, and soon I had a rampant erection too. In spite of the horror I started to give grunts and moans of real pleasure, oh God it actually felt so good, my muscles were incredibly sensitive! He rode me for quite some time; he'd speed up then slow down, and so on. Finally he gave a grunt of his own and came and as soon as I felt his hot seed spurt deep inside of me I came too. But it was different from a male orgasm, but in some ways even more enjoyable. I tried to throw back my head and bellow, but just gave a loud muffled shriek. When he was done and pulled out of me all I could think was it wasn't supposed to be like that! That's when he explained my other "modification" to me, that I in effect had a 'pussy' now. It also seems I produce a pheromone that will make me an acceptable mate to ANY natural male or female animal. Great. Anytime I'm near a farm every stallion, bull, Ram, boar, buck, or whatever will be after me, and most horrible thing is I'd come to enjoy it. Technically I wasn't a hermaphrodite, but I was the next best thing. And that's how I came to see myself, a thing, neither human nor animal.
He brought in four more rabbit handlers and let them rape me too, and I just endured it with my eyes shut with tears running down my muzzle. And they took their time too, no quickies. At the same time I gave muffled grunts and squeals of unwanted pleasure as I "came" each time, the made me enjoy my degradation which of course was intentional, all part of my 'training' to become an eager sex slave. When he stopped bringing in the other handlers to "try out" the new Donkey I thought it was finally over, but I was sadly mistaken. He left me alone for awhile and I just hung there, my head resting on the top bar, still crying from the horrible violations. I smelled the other Jack Donkey before I saw him and instantly knew what he had planned for me next. I gave a guttural bray and bucked against the restraints, but it was useless. He led the Donkey stallion into the room, its hooves clopping on the wooden floor, and tied it to a ring. Then he came over and lubed me up some more, while I whimpered and made pleading sounds through my strapped muzzle. Next he cranked the stand so I was moved forward into a four legged stance, and he undid my wrists and moved them to new cuffs so I'd be able to brace myself, and then he undid the rope so I could turn my head and watch, and undid the muzzle strap so I could scream and bray as loudly as I wanted because it would help excite my "partner".
As I watched in horror he led the Jack to my hindquarters and let it get a good lungful of my special pheromones, and then with a guttural grunt, while I shrieked and squealed, the Jack stallion climbed and covered me and I felt his huge erection slide into me, and he lunged a few times and was in to the hilt. I had my head thrown back, my mouth wide open, but the only sound I could make was a high pitched whining noise. The Jack grasped me with his front legs, bit me on the back of my neck and held me by my mane, and started servicing me with powerful regular thrusts. And again I got an erection, but it was an animal one this time. Turns out he'd been trained to take his time too, no quick coupling for me. And I thought it would never stop, and part of me hoped it wouldn't. With every stroke my special nerve endings became more and more sensitive, and my brays and squeals became more desperate and frenzied as the pleasure grew almost unbearable and it became pure animal sex, and when he came I gave a loud guttural bray of agonized ecstasy. God help it felt so incredibly good, and I now knew what a Jenny felt like. With a grunt the jack dismounted and I laid my head against the bar, drooling and slobbering as I gasped for breath. And that was it for the day; I doubt I could have survived much more. Toby took me, staggering and unsteady, to a shower stall and gave me a good bath, including shoving the hose up my "ass" to flush out all the fluids possible, and the warm water felt so good to my abused anal muscles. When we got back to the stall I just ignored the food and leaned my head and a corner and cried myself to sleep. This was so wrong; I hadn't volunteered to be abused like this. How could they do this to someone, even an animal? My body may be different, but in my mind I still thought of myself as human. At least for now.
The next day I ignored my morning feed and all I did was drink some water. At this point they didn't say anything, but I'd find out trying to starve myself would NOT be allowed. Toby came and fetched me, and took me back to that horrible barn and this time there were a lot more occupants. I passed rooms in which Pets and animals, under the supervision of handlers, were engaged in every kind of sexual act imaginable, often with multiple partners, including handlers. There were sounds of pain and pleasure, but often it was hard to tell them apart. When we arrived at another room with another mounting brace; or what I thought of as a rape rack, in it I finally freaked out and it took three handlers to strap me down while I brayed and kicked and bit, but they didn't have much trouble as they're incredibly strong. Toby tied the lead rope to the rail again to immobilize my head as much as possible. Then he stuck a kind of gag in my mouth that kept my mouth wide open so I couldn't close it or try to bite. Then he stuck his erection in my mouth and down my throat while I stared in horror and tried to gag, but turns out equines don't have gag reflexes. He fucked me in my mouth until he came, then he went around behind and fucked me in my ass again while I slobbered and moaned with his fluids dripping out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to deny this was happening to me, even as I grunted and squealed in pleasure, braying as he came and made me come like a female. Next he called in more handlers and I was raped repeatedly from both ends, usually at the same time. And then came the Jack stallion again, and also a natural Ram who serviced me as energetically as he would any ewe. When it was over I collapsed when I was released, and two of the handlers dragged me into the shower room and cleaned me up, then they had to support me as I was taken back to my stall. Again I ignored my feed, and just lay down in the straw and stared at nothing, finally falling asleep.
The next day was similar, only at one point I was strapped down on my back and while I was forced to take a natural donkey's penis in my mouth the animal sucked my own penis as well as it straddled me. And both times I had a full blown animal erection and my orgasms were massive and I brayed around the huge penis in my mouth and throat. Then I was flipped over and the double rapes continued. I refused to think of myself as a "willing" partner even though I had as many orgasms as my partners. Again when I was finally taken back to my stall I still refused to eat. I couldn't take this anymore, and was bound and determined to starve myself to death.
The next day started off a little differently, first I was taken to the vets office where I was strapped down on my back and force fed through a tube. I lay there while the tube pumped green mush into my stomach, grunting in pain around the tube stuck down my throat. Then once I was "full" it was back to the "training" barn for more horrible degrading assaults on my body and sanity. That would be the routine for several more days, but eventually I started eating again as it was better than the painful force feeding. And slowly, but surely, I became more cooperative, more of an active participant instead of just a forced one. My new unnatural sex drive was kicking in, and I hardly even realized it was happening. I was returned sexually spent to my stall every night, only to wake up to another day of forced sexual ecstasy.
Then came the phase of my training were I was forced to copulate with a variety of female animals. My partners were Donkeys, goats, sheep, a doe, and others. In the case of the natural animals I always got a full blown animal erection, but even the smaller ones had been "modified" to accept even a stallion sized penis so I wouldn't injure them. And so far these couplings were the most enjoyable as at least I was a male again, and heaven help me I did enjoy those bestial matings, both the human and animal parts of me. I was also taken to the vet clinic on a regular basis and milked; it would seem my sperm was in great demand. I was strapped to a rack, a sleeve was slid over my penis, electrical stimulation was applied, and I was milked until I started having dry orgasms. Sometimes it took up to ten times and I would be almost comatose when I was dragged to my stall. But by morning my loins would be full again thanks to my ever increasing sex drive and semen production. And God help me I was starting to look forward to the frequent, and increasing, number of orgasms. That was what worried me more than anything, so one night, driven to stupid desperation, I tried to escape. I snuck out of my stall and of course was seen on the monitors right away, and they let me get as far as the main wall before darting me. Like I said it was stupid, but I wasn't thinking rationally at this point, what was left of my human morals had driven me to desperation. It was all part of the breaking process, they'd actually expected this.
I woke up strapped to a mounting rack where I was punished and made an example of. They gave me a series of shots containing various drugs and aphrodisiacs that put me into a state of helpless and near mindless full blown animal rut, and attached leads to my balls, penis sheath, and clitoris to keep me extremely stimulated all the time. Then once I was rampant they would position a female animal or Pet under me so I could service them while I was being fucked anally and orally by handlers and/or other pets. I screamed and squealed and brayed as it went on for up to sixteen hours a day, the unending multiple orgasms making me incoherent much of the time. Then I was washed and force fed, then put back in the rack to wait until next morning. They kept me in the rack for a week. And I wasn't the same anymore when it ended; they had totally and completely broken me, both physically and mentally. I would become the docile "domesticated" Pet that they had intended from the start, a willing participant in my own sexual slavery, my only desire to please my owners. I would learn to accept it as my "normal" life. But most of all I would come to enjoy it, a fully trained Pet lives for sexual pleasure; we need it in a way I can't describe. It is a combination of an animal in rut and a human's desire for as much sexual pleasure as possible, both taken to incredibly intense heights. In a paradox the sex is the one thing that makes our sexual slavery bearable, and even enjoyable for us.
Toby took me down from the rack at the end of the seventh day, cleaned me up, and took me back to my stall. Then he held me while I cried and sobbed as I hugged as close as I could for comfort, and told me,
"Do you understand now, do you accept what you are? It's for the best. You'll be much happier now."
I just nodded my head and he held me until I was cried out. Then he took my hand and put it on his balls and I knew what he wanted, and like a good sex slave I pleasured my master without the slightest hesitation, eager to please him in whatever way he wanted. I fondled and licked him until he was hard, then took him in my mouth and tongued and sucked his penis gently while I fondled his testicles. He held the back of my head or ears and grunted with pleasure, and when he came I swallowed as I had been taught. He wasn't through, so I got down on all fours and he mounted me and I enjoyed it as my master fucked me, grunting and squealing in pleasure like a Jenny until we both came at the same time and I gave a guttural bray of ecstasy. I wanted to pleasure him, wanted it; needed it, more than anything. He gave me a tender kiss on the end of my muzzle and I licked his chest, and then he left for the night and I was sorry to see him go. It was the major turning point in my new life, my total and unquestioning acceptance of what I was now. It was true I still had my human intelligence, but that meant little to what I was now. If anything it was a hindrance, so I let the animal part of my mind take over as much as possible. I was an animal now, nothing more.
The next morning I eagerly devoured my feed, ate a bunch of hay, and had a good long drink as I knew I'd need it for the coming days "activities". And they no longer needed to strap me into the mounting brace anymore as I was fully cooperative in what they wanted me to do. That was of course until I went through the sexual "torture" stage of my training which included just about everything short of actual physical mutilation or damage. We were very well trained indeed; I could give a most convincing impression that I was not enjoying being raped or tortured, when in truth I loved every minute. I loved being bound and helpless while others used me for their pleasure. I was being trained with multiple partners now too, all sorts of combinations of male and female, Pet and animal, etc. I was even trained with human females who had been hired to help train Pets, and in some ways that was the worst as for awhile they reminded me I had once been human. I became skilled at taking part in gang-bangs or "rapes", either as one of the "rapists" or the center of attention. And the whole time I was also being trained to stretch out a coupling to incredible lengths before coming, and I could also come numerous times within a very short period, or pleasure a partner for hours before letting them; or myself, come. I was trained to cum on command. My handlers were quite proud of their "volunteer" pleasure stud. I had turned out quite nicely so far.
Of course I was stupid to think the training would end there. While it's true the vast majority of Pets are from the "livestock" animals, basically herbivores, there are others from the carnivores. Wolves, cats, bears, etc. Like us they were all "volunteers" or poor people that no one would miss. They were mostly very special orders as even well trained they could still be dangerous. The herbivores had a natural fear and flight instinct when it came to the carnivores, and I had that instinct as well. So when I was first paired with them as partners I literally freaked out and went into "flight" mode. I had to be strapped down until I learned they weren't going to kill and eat me, only fuck me, or be fucked by me. And it added a whole new element to the "rape" training. A pet herbivore in "flight" from a pet carnivore, or pack, was often experiencing real fear even though they knew they were in no real danger, but it made the "rapes" look very realistic. I know I never completely got over that flight instinct. Being "run down" and "raped" by a pride of lions for the amusement of my owner and company was always a rather "exhilarating" event to say the least, and more than once I did get badly clawed or bitten when a pet carnivore lost their control during sexual frenzy, but I always received the finest veterinary care and was soon ready for the 'hunt' again.
The last stage of the training was fairly short and uneventful. It was the "pony" training in which I was trained to pull a pony cart should my owner decide they wanted to go for a ride. I was too small to take a saddle, so I was fitted with a harness and learned to pull the cart. By the time they were finished I could pull the cart at a steady trot for up to ten miles without getting very tired. I was amazing how much a Donkey can endure labor wise. I learned quickly, and rather enjoyed being outdoors.
Then the day came when my training was finished. It was kind of like any other day in this place that turned humans into animals, both physically and mentally. It started out fairly normally; I woke up when my morning feed came and after eating was patiently waiting to be fetched for my daily training. I didn't think much about it, just figured it would be pulling the cart some more, with a trip to the vets to be milked. Maybe even a trip to the natural animal barn, which would be nice. I had come to prefer natural Jennies as my favorite partners. When my Rabbit handler, Toby, came in to the stall it was obvious he had been crying as his eyes were puffy and I could smell his tears. To my surprise he hugged me and started crying again, which disturbed me as I had come to rely on and trust him, not really love him exactly, but he took care of me and saw to my needs, so I was concerned he was so upset. I hugged him back and gave snorts of concern and didn't know what to do. I licked his ears and face and tried to pleasure him, but he wouldn't let me. He finally snapped the lead rope on my bridle and led me out of the barn for the last time. It was time for me to be sold, the company wanted their investment back.
There was a special trunk waiting, it looked like a regular medium sized panel truck. The sides of the truck even had bakery logos, but the inside of it was fitted with stalls and cages. It was a covert transportation truck for Pets, to keep "Pets Rights" activists from knowing when a shipment was going out. It would take me to be auctioned off along with a shipment of other Pets who had also finished their training. Toby gave me one more hug and turned me over to the driver to be loaded. I was pretty upset as I didn't really know what was going on and anything out of the "ordinary" was scary. As I was led up the ramp into the truck I looked over my shoulder and called to my handler, skittish and worried, but it was the last time I ever saw him. Pets develop a special bond with their handlers, while it's true they were harsh when they "broke" us, they also took care of us and could be amazingly gentle and caring at the same time. They never inflicted pain for the sake of it; everything they did had a definite purpose to prepare us for out new life. Once we understood what we had become and accepted it really was much better. Once you accept that you are nothing more than an animal and property it changes your whole attitude and outlook on life. A handler will grieve for weeks after a Pet he has trained is taken away for sale as they are designed to care for and bond with their charges. It is a strange weird relationship, but everything about being a Pet is strange and weird.
The trip was fairly uneventful and boring. Once we got used to the way the truck moved we mostly just dozed. Once I fell down when the driver took a corner a little too fast, but the attendant immediately helped me up. I was frightened and startled by the sudden fall, but he calmed me down and made sure I wasn't hurt. Then he got on the intercom and chewed the driver a new asshole, much to our delight. We were fed on a regular basis, and at night usually stopped at a barn somewhere and were boarded for the night. They put us several to a stall for mutual comfort and because it was cheaper. Because of our needs and what we were we usually ended up having an orgy for several hours, whether with male or female partners it didn't matter, we no longer had any preferences. And if the driver and attendant wanted to join in we did our best to pleasure them since they were masters.
Once a young boy came in to help muck out the stable we were being kept in one morning, and he was obviously fascinated by us. We just looked back at him with calm expressions. I had a big mouthful of hay, and he reached over the stall gate and gently stroked my nose and scratched my ears, it felt nice so I gave soft snorts of pleasure and soon the other Pets wanted attention too. He left and came back a short time later with a bag of apples and we all got one or two and squealed and bleated with pleasure as we happily chomped away. He had to let us take them out of his palm as we weren't supposed to use our hands unless given permission. When he tried to hand them to us we just stared. A Pet caught using its hands, opening a gate, or taking off a harness without permission is always punished, sometimes severely as animals don't do that. Our hands were very clumsy anyway, it was almost impossible to hold or grip anything and any kind of task requiring dexterity was out of the question. I think it was intentional, no way we could use a keyboard or hold a pen to try and write. Of course the others couldn't read or write anymore anyway, and I knew better then to try. We hadn't been around any children since our transformations and training, and we were curious and delighted by the attention. I still remember what his father told him when he asked about us, "They're just weird animals son, leave them alone." In a way that hurt more than anything else so far, and I watched him leave with tears running down my muzzle, we all did, and for the first time in months I thought about my own two sons. There were still very young when I 'disappeared', and I hoped they'd remember me even though I'd 'died' when they were so young.
We arrived at our destination after four days of driving. Of course we didn't know it until we were led into a large open barn. I looked around as we were unloaded from the truck and realized we were at a large fairground or something like that, and from the surrounding countryside it looked like we were in the middle of nowhere. I would never know it, but we were at a special facility built strictly for the auctioning of Pets, and the entertainment of those few who could afford to buy one. It was in the middle of a desert wasteland and was camouflaged as an auto testing track, and if through some miracle a Pet escaped there was nowhere to go. There was nothing but heat, rocks, and cactus for miles. But that had never happened, we were too well trained. Why would we want to run away?? We had everything we needed, including the sex we also craved. We might stray a little, but run away? Never. Security was super tight, and the only way to get in was as a Pet or by special invitation. There was a five star hotel, a casino, and human and Pet sexual partners came with the rooms, you got a "menu" to chose from. The Pet accommodations were less luxurious, just a regular barn, but it did have AC due to the extreme temperatures during the day. This was where the small handful or rich and powerful people who could afford "Companions" like us came to bid on the latest "shipment", or just to have 'fun'. The place catered to every kind of sexual interest and perversion, with the exception of actual torture to inflict bodily damage and/or death.
I was put in a large communal stall to wait for the next auction with several other animals, most equine like me. I knew some of the animals, but a few were new. This of course was done on purpose so we could "stay in practice" by having sex with new partners. We had a great deal of very pleasurable fun getting "acquainted". One of the new Pets was a pony, a mare. She smelled nice, and I introduced myself with a gentle snort and blew in her nose, and she returned it. That was all it took, Pets do not date or engage in much foreplay (unless required to) as for us the actual coupling is pretty much all we're interested in. So we said "hello" in our way with her fondling me until I was hard, and by my mounting and servicing her while we both snorted and squealed in pleasure. By this time all the other Pets had found partners, often more than one. The fact I was coupling in public surrounded by other rutting Pets and there were humans passing the stalls as they went about their duties did not bother me in the least. Pets have no more concept of modesty then normal animals. All I cared about was the female I was mating with. As we had been trained we both came at the same time, and I let out a loud bray of ecstasy while she squealed and grunted her own pleasure. Then we switched partners as there were other Pets to say "hello" to and get to know. My next partner was a very well endowed Ram. We fondled and sucked one another giving soft grunts of pleasure, then I lay down and he straddled me in the opposite direction. He swallowed my penis and I swallowed his, and we sucked the penises in our mouths and fondled one another's testicles and I enjoyed his salty male taste. Finally we both came, and squeezed each other's balls and sucked the delicious cum while giving muffled bellows of pleasure. He was very good, and I think he appreciated my own expertise as well. We were very well trained, oh yes we were, we would do anything with any partner, male or female, human, animal, or fellow Pet. This was what we did; it was what we had been made for, been genetically 'programmed' for, what we lived for. To us it no longer seemed wrong or degrading in any way, all we wanted to do was give and receive pleasure in the best ways we knew how. We were quite content overall, it was an easy, mostly enjoyable, life. I doubt you could have told me from a regular Pet, I was very careful not to let my almost human intelligence show, and had kept it submerged for so long it was easy to do. I actually had to make a real effort to think of myself as anything other than a happy animal. It had been explained to me by my handlers; and I instinctively knew, that if a buyer knew I had human intelligence & memories intact I might be treated differently from a normal Pet, and/or abused. Besides, despite my higher 'IQ' I still needed the sexual pleasure and release as much as any Pet.
As it turned out I wasn't there to be auctioned off after all, the company had decided to make me part of the facilities permanent "staff", a kind of demo model to show off the new type of dual erection Pets since I was one of the first with that capability. They put me on public display alternating with natural and Pet partners so prospective clients could see my different sized erections first hand "in action". And I didn't mind having an audience at all; I was being provided with a regular selection of sexual partners; both female and male, natural hybrid, and human, and was enjoying myself immensely. If a customer wanted to "try me on" personally a private room was provided for that, unless they got a kick out of being serviced in public, and a lot of them did. They would have me fuck them, or would fuck me, while their friends; and strangers, watched. The facility also maintained a breeding barn, and I greatly enjoyed the seasonal trips to the breeding pens to mate with the natural Jennies provided for my services as a stud as my loins contained an animal's sperm. The potential buyers had one thing in common; they were perverts and/or degenerates, as were most of the employees. I had found my new home, one where my 'abilities' would be greatly appreciated. And slowly what little remained of my humanity died until only the animal remained, but it was a happy contented animal.
The End
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