1,825 Days - Chapter 2
#2 of 1,825 Days
Disclaimer: Depictions of all manner of sexual activity are included in this work of fiction. If this is objectionable to you, or illegal in your area, stop reading now.
Kurtis was led to the medical wing's showers by a couple of buff equine guards, a mare and a stallion. Other than leading him by an arm, quite gently, the two were hardly aware of his presence, never mind his state of undress. They were chatting about what they planned to do after work, quite casually. This made the tiger feel somewhat better, and the fog started to lift in his mind.
The tiger pondered as he plodded along, taking stock of what was left of his life. It was mostly a jumble of emotions. He felt anger, of course, but that was vastly undirected. There was so much to be angry about right now... he filed those thoughts away from later, when he could properly cope. Sadness, but only for himself to be honest. Work wouldn't miss him, nor would his ex-girlfriend really; she had bailed at the first hint of trouble. But something unexpected surfaced in his mind and heart. He was eager, like this was some sort of odd adventure. The cat mulled that over for a while.
A sudden touch, low on the tiger's hip, shook him from his revere. The mare smiled a little at Kurtis' slight jump. "Better get used to being touched, sugar." She inclined her head towards the door off to the right. "Through there. Normally you get ten minutes to wash, two under the hot air jets. In the medical showers, you get twelve and three, you lucky boy. Oh, one rule we should give you in advance: Between 9 AM and 11 PM, you don't cum without staff or patron contact or permission. So don't lather too hard in there. OK, shoo." He left the two horses chatting, as he hesitantly slipped through the door.
The water pressure was amazing, droplets driving through his stripped orange fur to soothe tense muscles. The cat's sensitive nose picked up a faint mineral smell. It wasn't unpleasant, just strange. His bladder already drained, and remembering the mare's words, he didn't execute his normal shower rituals. He turned his mind to the mundane task of washing up. The powdered soap was designed to spread easily and cleanly through fur. It soothed and cleaned his musky sheath and greasy undertail equally well. He soaped up aching footpaws, one at a time, with a soft groan. The tiger must have zoned out a little bit, because it was a faint beep and a mechanical voice that reminded him: "One minute of water remains." The tiger blinked and quickly rinsed himself down.
As Kurtis stood in the drying cube, he felt more relaxed than he had since the damned trial started. It seemed funny to him, but some part of the tiger was just glad to have it all over, to know his fate. Kurtis grabbed a stiff brush from the booth's shelf, and combed his fur as it dried. He mused, thinking that he was also free of the burdens of daily decisions, the bullshit minutia. Sure he would miss real freedom, but he had often taken the back seat in the past, and it was a comfortable place for the feline. "One minute of drying remains." announced the booth. He quickly finished up and stepped out of the bathroom.
The stallion was waiting for him, filly nowhere to be seen. "Hey there stud!" the horse joked, upon Kurtis' emergence. "Paws on the wall, legs spread." Bewildered, the tiger did as he was told. The equine continued, "The basic rules are simple. As you can already imagine, your body isn't your own anymore. It's slightly more your own during the rest period, but even then you'll follow the orders of the guards and administration without hesitation or question. Let your head hang." Kurtis did as he was told, chin tucked right down to his chest.
There was some movement behind him, and then the tiger felt a collar being strapped around his neck. "This collar is your world. It means access, it means privilege, and eventually it will mean freedom." There was a permanent-sounding CLICK, locking the collar in place. It was snug, but not uncomfortably so. "It has a display on the front, which you can read in the mirror every night. Right now it says 1,825. As you'll soon learn, both time and obedience make that number shrink. Doing stupid things might make it grow, though most often that kind of shit will get your fuzzy, striped ass kicked out of here." The sudden squeeze of the feline's rump cheek made Kurtis chuff with surprise.
The horse chuckled, "Stand up, face me. The day you decide to leave this program or get kicked out, you go to a normal prison to serve out a number of days equal to the number on your collar... don't get cute with any hacker shit though, we have hard records of everything that transpires. Oh, that's all you get to wear too. No clothes are allowed for prisoners, you're on display for our clients, and for us. Keep your paws to your sides." With marked casualness, the horse reached out to cup and roll the tiger's fuzzy white orbs, drawing a flustered gasp for Kurtis' muzzle. "I can't stress enough that your body is ours. Don't worry, if we do more than just tease, your willing service will be noted and deducted from your sentence. And our leave time or paycheck, mind you." The stud dropped the feline sac, allowing it to bounce and come to rest on the tiger's upper-inner thighs.
Even recently drained, this treatment made Kurtis' tip peak from his clean, white sheath. The horse chuckled and noted, "You wanton slut. You'll fit right in." He gripped the blushing tiger's shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go. The afternoon class is about to start." Bewildered, the feline allowed himself to be led away.
They walked down a veritable maze of corridors until tiger and horse reached the training room. "Be polite now, if you think you might enjoy speaking in the future." the horse warmed, as he opened the door. "Janet, your pupil is here." They walked into a simple room, with blue gym mats covering the floor. As far as furniture, there were just a couple of chairs and what looked like a massage table with stirrups and restraints.
Kurtis' eyes fixed to the tall lioness that stood at the head of the class. She was wearing a lab coat and a pair of sandals. Her voice was crisp and clear as she said, "Excellent, Cord, thank you." The tiger silently filed away the name of the big horse for later use. Cord took up position in the corner of the room. Janet turned her deep green gaze upon the collared male. "Hello there kitten. The first thing you'll learn is introductions. By default, everyone is a 'sir' or a 'madam'. However we ARE a team of sorts, and most of us don't give even a single shit if you use our first names in more private venues." She paced forward, grinning with sharp white teeth. She even made cursing sound sophisticated. "We'll be calling you anything we wish, and you'll rapidly know that you're the one being spoken to, should there be some kind of misunderstanding."
Janet's rhythm and tone were almost hypnotic. She could be teaching one of those expensive self-help or sales courses as far as Kurtis was concerned, so much did her faintly purring voice capture his attention. "In the next three days, we're going to review our menu of basic services and get some training in. You're going to understand how we perform these tasks here, how to treat a client, and what the benefit of a job well done is. The menu. Memorize it, you'll be expected to answer basic customer inquiries if you are in a position to do so. The currency here is time, so please relate the cost to your customers in a number of days."
The tiger stared at the menu, his key to the shortest possible time behind bars, and started to memorize the contents:
Basic Menu for Male Prisoner Usage:
Acts of Spanking / Tickling / Teasing, Each Quarter Hour - .25 days
Acts of Manual Sex / Oral Sex, Each Quarter Hour - .25 days
Acts of Frottage / Foot Paw-Sex / Bukkake, Each Half Hour - .5 days
Acts of Prisoner Mating a Male or Female, Each Half Hour - .5 days
Acts of Anal Sex Upon Prisoner, Each Half Hour - .75 days
Acts of Sexual Role Play, Each Hour - 2 days
Add-Ons to Male Prisoner Usage in Approved Environments:
Acts of Watersports / Shower Scenes - Additional .25 days
Acts of Muzzling / Heavy Bondage / Sex Toys - Additional .5 days
Acts of Studding / Impregnation - Additional 1 day
The lioness circled him as he read, taking stock of her new student. She explained, "Clients are to defend your anonymity at all times. They aren't to permanently harm you in any way. No marks that would last more than a day. You will not be made aware of any children you sire, you have no legal claim on them and will not be asked to support them. Clients shall not knowingly have contact with your friends, family, or peers; nor are they to contact you outside of these walls in any way, shape or form. Understood?"
The tiger nodded, dumbly. There really wasn't much to say right now, other than marvel at the scope of the list. Janet continued, "You'll only be allowed to perform acts that you've qualified for. You don't earn days in training. Luckily, you'll be qualified for both Spanking / Tickling / Teasing and Frottage / Feet / Bukkake within a couple of days. Those are what we call 'passive skills', you just need to be able to control yourself, act appropriately, and react to safety concerns. Let's begin, shall we?"
The next three hours were spent under the expert tutelage of Janet. The lioness ran the poor tiger through his paces, shifting him from position to position, and laying on him by way of demonstration. She explained that a lot of what he had to worry about is cleaning up properly afterwards, so hygiene would be part of this first course. Oddly, Kurtis found that he enjoyed this training somewhat. He was good at following instructions, and the praise that Janet lavished upon him was soaked up, accompanied by embarrassingly loud rumbling.
After putting the tiger into standing position, legs spread and paws at his side, Janet nodded approvingly. "Time for an exercise. He's all yours Cord." Kurtis started at this. It was only then that he noticed that the horse had shed his pants and stroked his ten thick inches to full attention. He had forgotten that Cord was standing guard, watching his every pose and sexual positioning. The randy stallion was grinning as he handed the tranquilizer gun to Janet, who calmly watched the proceedings. The tiger could only stare, dumbfounded, as the majestic ebony dick bounced against Cord's six pack with each step the stud took.
Janet said, softly, "Frottage depends on friction rather than penetration to bring the client to orgasm. You haven't been rated for anal sex, and your tests aren't in, so Cord will simply be rubbing his penis between your rump cheeks until he peaks."
Kurtis could only whimper as his striped cheeks were spread, and the horse cock was placed in his cleft, mushroom tip prodding and stroking the underside of his tail. Janet instructed, "Now lean back into him... that's a good boy." He closed his eyes. Shaking, frightened but trusting, he put himself into the hands of his captors.
The stallion whinnied softly, muzzle hanging over Kurtis' shoulder as he hugged the slim feline tightly. This completed the seal of furry bodies around throbbing shaft, and equine hips started thrusting. Kurtis whimpered, feeling that intense heat sliding through his assfur, tip massaging his tailbase lewdly. It took a couple of minutes for both of them to settle into a rhythm, but suddenly everything started to click.
Janet watched the other feline's reactions intently. His arousal was now standing tall, pink in the sea of white bellyfur. Kurtis was riding Cord's motions just enough to spur the horse on to new levels of passion and speed. He used his behind as a tool for pleasure, indicating a lot of exciting prospects for future, more invasive training subjects. As the minutes ticked by, the moaning and grunting of these two young men became louder and more frequent.
The stud, for his part, was beyond the point of no return. His pre-cum had slickened the stripy rear that was giving him so much pleasure. Images of successful studding sessions flashed through his mind, the conquests of all the males and females that came before this tiger, and he started snorting and bucking. His ebony tool was caressed by Kurtis' bubble-butt, stroked by thousands of lubed strands of fur.
Nodding in approval, Janet watched the horse lift the tiger nearly off his tiptoes and give a final thrust. Cord whinnied loudly, proclaiming his dominance, totally overshadowing the tiger's soft whimpering. His stallion-maker fired over and over again as his hips twitched against the trapped cat. Over the course of the next minute, Cord shot almost a pint of horse cum all over Kurtis' back, tail, rear, and legs. He made high pitched sounds every time his hips twitched sympathetically, drooling more seed over his own belly, and the messy tiger.
The lioness stepped forward, ordering, "Hold him tight, Cord, I'd like him restrained for a moment. Look at me, kitty cat." The panting tiger stared at his teacher, looking slightly spooked by the power and driving force of the stud that had just used him. Janet hushed him, "It's just me. Just me, kitten." Slowly she reached out and stroked some warm horse seed from the other feline's dripping balls. Then she wrapped her slick paw around Kurtis' needy member and started pawing him off, rapidly.
Kurtis had no idea just how turned on he had been by the act until that very moment. He was hard; in fact he was throbbingly, on-the-edge rigid within the lioness' grip. He squirmed a little bit in the arms of the powerful steed that held him. It only took about ten seconds of Janet's wonderful paw dancing over his cockhead before the cat snarled and started squirting all over her soft digits. His balls draw up tightly, and for the next few seconds, the tiger's job was painting that tan, feminine paw a milky white.
The tiger hardly remembered the shower that followed, or being escorted on rubber legs to his temporary cell. What he did remember is the familiar husky who checked him out, just before bed. Jerry flashed Kurtis a quick smile and squeezed the cat's shoulder. "Everything looks good. You cleaned up well, and other than some muscle strain, you're just fine. Get some rest, kitten." His strong paw pushed the slender cat's chest, until his back contacted the bunk bed's cushion. Jerry made his way out, and the cell door slid closed behind the husky. Kurtis was unconscious moments later. So he didn't notice his collar tick down to 1,824 at the stroke of midnight.