Careful what you Buy Part three: Into Haven
#3 of Careful what you buy
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It has been quite awhile since I did this story so it may seem off a tiny bit.
The golden furred tomcat moaned in discomfort as he woke up. The young male glanced around, finding himself in a room he had never seen before. It was similar to a hospital, yet there was no smell of chemicals that stains most hospitals. The man attempted to get up, but as he tried to stand his head felt as if the room was spinning far too fast. He fell back onto the bed, and groaned in at his failure. The cat's mind raced to remember how he got here. He remembered buying a bottle called "Pussy Catcher. " But could not remember where he had bought it. He remembered that he was once human, but could not remember what he looked like. Lastly he remembered that someone had been with him when that cat girl had her way with him, but not sure who was there. This body was not his normal body, yet he did not feel concern on being morphed into a new form, he felt relaxed, besides the dull pain of being transported in his sleep. His left ear twitched as the door opened. He sighed and ignored it, most likely a doctor of some sort to tell him he was now a freak.
"Sir if you are able can you look at me please?" The sound of the sweetly kind female voice coaxed him to turn around and meet the eyes of the cutest mouse girl he had ever seen. Wait since when did he think anthros were cute? Well he was one now so it didn't matter. The silver furred mouse twirled her ruby red locks as she spoke.
"Hello, my name is Stacy Ringer. The rules state that anyone who comes through here has to be medically examined before they are allowed to Haven," The feline cut off the mouse before she could explain anymore.
"Haven? Where the hell is that?" The mouse smiled, finding his ability to speak a great sign of medical health. As Stacy moved over to a wall, the golden tomcat's eyes followed her, when he noticed her pull out what looked like a pointer of some sort. She tapped the wall with it causing the white tile to melt away to reveal a large map with golden letters above the map scribed "HAVEN" The map showed what appeared to be a circular city that had the center point of a massive tower. The tower however looked similar to a sky scraper and not some stone tower from the medieval ages.
"As you can see, Haven is built around this tower, where our government lives and works in. We are on the first floor of the tower, and all new entrants have to be examined, as I stated before. After they leave here, unless the governor permits them entrance, or they work here, no citizen may enter unless it is a citizen vote event."
"Why is that?" The tomcat interrupted."
"Because it is difficult for government workers if citizens constantly pester them. Or that's the governor's idea anyway." The tomcat did not look amused from his laying position. Stacy squeaked in concern as she added. "Am I missing something important?" The cat just stared at her, which caused Stacy's tail to flick back and forth insecurely. "Oh yes! His name! Nickolas Foley is the man in charge of Haven. Most just call him Mister Foley or Governor. Now I've babbled long enough, onto the physical!" The tomcat's brow rose in confusion. His tail puffed out in annoyance, which the mouse girl did not miss as she explained. "Yes, physical, I said you'd be checked as everyone is, so you need a physical. Now sit up." He knew better than to argue with a doctor who could easily poison him in a place that he had no idea how to get home. The male sat up as instructed, he grunted as a weight pulled on his waist. The golden tomcat was surprised to see how much his anatomy had changed. In the haze of pleasure he had no way to measure the difference in weight that his balls now were. Stacy seemed like a girl who would have blushed, but simply found a reflex hammer and walked over to the male, explaining that she needed to test his reflexes, to ensure the transport had not caused physical degradation. Stacy went through each of the normal spots and noted that nothing was out of the ordinary. Next she got a stethoscope and checked his breathing. The mouse girl commented that he had very powerful lungs and the golden tomcat nodded.
"So is that all?" He asked.
"No we still have to test quite a few things." She said while setting up a device around the feline's wrist. The pair waited in silence for a few moments before it gave a reading of the tomcat's pulse. As expected the device read a slightly raised pulse than the normal levels. No one was ever calm when they arrived. Stacy walked away from the tomcat, to a box of rubber gloves.
"So what's your name?" Stacy asked sweetly as she put on the gloves. The tomcat opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His face scrunched in confusion, his mind hazy to try to reach the words he wanted. Though he knew he had a name, he couldn't think of it. The mouse sighed, but the sigh sounded like one of disappointment not one of worry. "Don't worry it's common for people to remember the name they had before they came here. Now hold still you may find this odd." The mouse gripped one of his chicken egg sized balls. The golden tomcat jumped back at how cold her hands were. Stacy frowned, her hand rested on the man's thigh to hold him in place. She roughly manhandled the spheres below his waist causing a spark of arousal in the feline's manhood. Which made itself known. He hadn't noticed his rod had not taken on a sheath like most anthros tend to do, and the thick shaft twitched as blood pumped into it. Stacy smirked a little and explained it was normal. The tomcat nodded, thankful for his fur keeping his blush hidden. The mouse's careful hands switched from the testacie she was groping over to the other. His features an expression of deep thought.
"No growth or bumps, so no cancer." Stacy said with a smile on her face. The ruby haired mouse girl blinked at the shaft in front of her face. Though she had seen many different sizes, she had never seen a housecat with manhood the size of a red bull bottle. The mouse grabbed a hold of the member, which the cat jumped in reply.
"Damn those hands are cold." He muttered. "You can let go you know..." The mouse girl did not hear him however as the rubbered fingers expertly stroked up and down the member, the tomcat hissed from the wave of intense feeling rushing down his spine. The golden tail flailed around behind him as those master fingers massaged his flesh. He huffed in pleasure, a grin spread across Stacy's soft face as she watched his reaction to her treatment. Though her hand could only wrap half way around his shaft the cat moaned in bliss. The mouse girl added her other hand into the math, both hands tightening till the fingers touched. The golden tomcat groaned lustfully, the gloved hands feeling like fingered condoms squeezing his shaft. His body tensed and he knew that he was reaching the edge. Not to prolong the wait, Stacy began to fondle the head with one hand, while the other got a vial from her lab coat. Her dainty fingers traced over the barbs, pulling at the flesh as the rubber traced over the sharp flesh extensions. The cat's body tensed even more, only a few seconds before he would explode. As a last strike, the mouse girl flicked the underside of his head, which was too much. The feline shot his massive load, coating the mouse entirely in his warm cream, even overfilling the vial she had gotten out. Stacy coughed, a bit surprised by the turn out he dished out.
"My quiet a fountain you got there. I guess I should have expected as much from your size. "Stacy walked away from the tomcat who sprawled out on the bed in exhaustion from the powerful orgasm. After finding a towel the ruby haired mouse girl dried herself off, placing the bottle filled with his seed in some sort of device on the table near the door. Which the tomcat just noticed was there. "So now that I know you have a healthy libido, we need a new name for you!" She smiled as she spoke, almost as if the event that just happened was common to her. "How about Mister Mittens?" The golden tomcat looked at her as if she were drunk and had just thrown up on his face. Stacy laughed at his reaction and explained. "As I mentioned the transport can be harmful, part of the problem is that it can affect one's mind to the point that they are a lower level intelligence and more like a talking pet than a person. Regardless we need to give you a name."
"Tony?" The cat shook his head. "Micky?" Once again the cat shook his head. "Any name you'd like to suggest?"
"Yes, because even though I look like an animal I don't like you picking my name for me." The feline thought for a moment, his mind raced of so many male names yet none struck out of importance. That was until.
"Maxwell, call me Maxwell." Stacy smiled at the assertive claim of the feline's name. She pressed a panel on the wall, which caused a section of the wall to slide to the side, forming a new opening. The mouse insisted that he take the door out and join the rest of Haven. Stacy walked over to Maxwell and helped him get off of the bed. The rub haired doctor explained that balance would take a few moments to get used to. And indeed it did only take a few moments to get used to, and before he knew what was going on, he was outside the building, standing naked with a street of what appeared to be merchants all around.
Maxwell's tail on reflex covered his privates, which proved pointless as his thin tail could not cover up the thickness of his organs. Laughter caused the feline to glance around in confusion, trying to locate the reason and source. Leaning on a nearby tree was a German Sheppard humanoid, whom laughed while pointing at Maxwell. The feline blushed while his tail puffed more so. "A new comer I take it?" The German Sheppard asked his voice gruff. Maxwell glared at the German Sheppard but his eyes slowly went lower as he noticed a lack a shirt, followed by a lack of pants, and finally a lack of an under garment. The feline blushed at the sight of the nude male, finding it awkward that he was nude in front of another male who was also nude.
"Though I've got a good body, keep your eyes up here please." The canine commented with a smirk. Maxwell bristled more as his eyes went back to the canine's face. "Got a name kitty cat?"
"Maxwell." The cat said, his golden fur slowly calmed down, not nearly as frizzy as before. The German Sheppard chuckled once more as he walked over to the feline and placed a leather bracelet on the cat's arm.
"I'm Jay, and you'll be seeing more of me kitty cat. Don't lose that bracelet now; you'll need it if you live here in Haven." With that the canine walked away, and Maxwell felt even more confused than he was before. He glanced at the bracelet, which appeared to be a simple leather band with a music clef imbedded in the material. The tomcat shrugged as he accepted the strange bracelet as just that, a simple bracelet. He gazed at the busy street and noticed no one, male or female wore any clothing aside from different accessories such as earring, purses, and the like. The sound of a crowd gathering caught Maxwell's attention and he followed the sound.
The though the crowd was massive, behind the event was a screen show casing what was about to transpire. A Dalmatian in a tattered robe grinned as his assistant, a thin and lanky nude raccoon male. The raccoon glanced around nervously, his eyes filled with fear. "As you can see," The store clerk started his speech, "My assistant as you can tell is rather lanky," The raccoon shot the spotted dog a venomous glare which the dog ignored. "However Mister Foley has blessed my store with the right to sell a batch of the newest form available to the public. " The store clerk handed the young male a vial of some red mixture. With concern crossing every inch of his features, the short snout raccoon sighed and drank the mix. "In just a few moments the powerful chemicals now placed in his body shall transform him."
The coon moaned as the chemicals started their effect. His small four inch shaft stood at attention in front of the masses, yet no one laughed as Maxwell had expected. The coon grunted his nostrils flaring. The fur on his face began to fall out, yet underneath where his skin should have been were scales that matched his fur pattern thus giving the appearance armored mask. His fingers brushed against the scales, surprised by the strange sensation. Unknown to the raccoon but the crowd could see, his hand that touched the scales on his face had a similar transformation. The silky fur fell out on his entire hand, replaced with grey scales. The think black claws elongated and thickened into deadly talons. More of the raccoon's fur fell out on his head, replaced with a sea of grey scales that shone in the afternoon sun. His ears trailed down to the side of his head, a feeling that Maxwell guessed was most unpleasant. At their new location, the coon's ears extended and thinned till they appeared like pointed horns. The scales flowed down the male's body, causing his fur to fall out as the grey silver scales let themselves be revealed. His entire arm and head were scalified by the time another change happened. Both hands went to his muzzle, which shot the transformation down the other arm. The hands twitched as if his face was changing. And indeed it was. The muzzle burst free from the coon's grasp, larger with many scaled bumps. His nose now reduced to nostril slits at the end of his new maw. Two whiskers adorned his new face, one for each side that curled like a mustache.
In only a few minutes, the raccoon had lost more than half his fur, the upper torso of his body, now an armor of grey metallic scales. His tail thrashed from side to side as the wave of pleasure shot through him. The coon turned around to see his tail, where he felt the transformation had moved to. And it had. The once fluffy and pleasantly comfortable tail transformed into a ringed pattern appendage that ended at a sharp point. The change made quick work of his legs, which left only his privates still intact. The raccoon moaned once more, his balls appearing as if they were being pulled on as right before the crowd's eye the skin stretched. Nowhere near as extremely as Maxwell's change had been, but none the less noticeable as the balls doubled in size. The fur melted aware to reveal bright silver scales and finally the only part of him left unchanged was his shaft. The scaled being's knees shook as pleasure shot through his spine. His rod expanded outward, the light pink becoming a violent red shade. Around the base two veins like stripes of skin spiraled the shaft hardening into a sort of exoskeleton. The head while round normally sharpened to a more spear like form, with the hat sharp ring. The now dragon huffed in tiredness, and the store clerk stuck out his hands to present the dragon.
"See the power of this wonderful potion? Now you can," The canine was silenced the dragon moaned once more. His body shook as muscles began to bulk up in his arm, the scaly skin stretched taut with added bulk. The same carried over to the other arm, and moved its way toward his other body parts. His chest and upper torso became a wall of muscle, with an eight pack abdomen barely visible behind the wall of scales. His entire body bulked up, the short five foot raccoon soon became a tower eight foot dragon. The spotted dog stepped in front of the dragon and grinned from ear to ear as he announced. "Come and get your dragon juice now!" Maxwell walked away from the crowd as they swarmed forward in an attempt to mad rush the store clerk. The golden tomcat glanced around trying to figure out where he should go when he thought of the German Sheppard and decided he may as well find him. One thing was for sure, life was gonna be very different from now on.