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Barron leaned back at his desk, stretching his arms over his head. The tall, dark-furred wolf typed a few things on his keyboard, taking notes, as the machinery hummed nearby in his lab. Barron had spent years studying neurology, in particular aspects of addiction, pain management, and psychological conditioning. The fruits of those years of labor were currently next to him.

The people he worked for called it a 'Mental Movie Entertainment System,' and while he didn't really have a better name for it, he hoped they'd change their mind when they went to market it. MMES? He could already hear the jokes...

He rolled his chair over to the console for the system. The machinery was large, taking up a huge amount of space in his office, but that was mostly because of the processing power necessary for the creation of the scenarios the system used. Once they were created, a headset could transmit them easily enough--and that was small enough to be carried around in a briefcase.

The headset could present the prepared information through the eyes, directly into the brain. His first, basic version had been a success. Purely visual experiences, like watching a movie in your mind. But Barron had plans. He had wanted more. He leased the patent for the simple version to an entertainment company, made a huge amount of money, and then started working for a small research firm that wanted to push the product further. They wanted him to improve the tech, improve the speed, the rate of transfer... Bigger, better, sharper images. And Barron had agreed. After all, his goals--while not perfectly aligned with those of the company--had enough crossover that the situation worked perfectly for him.

Barron got up, narrowing his eyes as he checked the vitals on the current test subject. A deer--a student-athlete from a nearby college named William--who running through the system now. Barron checked the uptake with a smirk, grinning at the level to which he was transmitting the data into the deer's brain. The new version was still like watching a movie, but it was so much more. The brain was a flexible thing, and memories were genuinely made of plastic. Eye-witness testimony? Absurd. Camera-less vacations? Laughable. A bit of time, a bit of influence, and events could be changed and morphed... And with some work, some real work, he could change them all he wanted. Morph them to his own ends. And memories had only been the start. With enough work... Anything could be altered. Experiences. Events. Even the careful, organic chemistry and DNA that guided sexual preferences could be forced into a different shape.

Which was, of course, exactly what Barron wanted. Give him a little time, and he'd have the world at his feet.

The numbers on the system suddenly spiked, and the deer let out a sharp moan, making Barron's cock thicken down the leg of his pants. He licked his chops and laughed softly. "There we go..." Barron said, smiling and picking up a clipboard from his desk, tugging a pen out of his pocket with a smile. He scribbled down a few notes. The deer had claimed he was intensely straight on the forms, expressing his interests as not just primarily female, but entirely female. It made him a good subject for the tests. That and the fact that he was a prey animal. Barron loved toying with prey.

The system entered its final pass, and Barron smiled as he watched it working through the deer's lobes and cortexes, using his eyes as a convenient entry point. Visual stimulus leading to mental influence. Just like television. Only far more potent.

Barron looked down at the deer's body. Muscular. Well trained. He admired the shoulders and the handsome rack of antlers. He was the kind of male that Barron liked. The ones who struggled when you bent them over. Too few of them realized the gift they were being given when it happened, but from now on, the deer definitely would.

There was a beeping as the system wound down, and Barron smiled. He removed the headset and placed it to the side, grinning down at the buck lying on the table. It was time to see the results.

The buck slowly blinked his eyes, his thoughts coming back to him as the wolf grinned and chuckled slightly.

"You there, William?" Barron asked, grinning.

William nodded slightly, grunting as he leaned up, rubbing his eyes and blinking slowly. "Yeah..." the buck muttered, grunting slightly. "That was... way more vivid than the ones I've used before..." he said.

Barron smiled. "So I've been told. This new version is like... going from a tiny, black-and-white television set into an IMAX for the first time. How do you feel?"

"Not bad. Heh... A little tired. Like... I just watched a really long movie, I guess," William said.

Barron nodded, scribbling on his clipboard, acting like he was taking notes. "Do you remember the movie you watched?"

Barron watched as William lay there on the table, shifting slightly. "Huh? Oh, yeah, it was... some comedy from the 80's. The one where the tiger gets invited to his girlfriend's house, finds out she's adopted by elephants, and... um... and..."

The deer's words slowly trailed off, his cheeks darkening.

"What happened then?" Barron pushed.

"Then... then I..." William's cheeks went darker, and Barron could see the bulge in his pants pushing up a bit, thickening slightly.

Barron reached out, cupping William's cheek and thumbing over that rising blush. The touch was part of the system. It would be interpreted by the subject as a symbol of affection and a gesture of control. It made prompting the questions easier. "Then what, William? What did you do?"

William panted softly, his ears flicking back as he swallowed hard. "I... After practice one day... in the locker room... I... I didn't even know him... This wolf..."

Barron nodded. "Mmm... What did you do for him, William?" he asked.

"I... I sucked his cock..." the deer said, his voice a bare whisper. "I'd never done it before, but it was.... oh my God, it was so... fucking incredible..." the deer stammered.

"It's okay to admit that, William," Barron said, laughing softly. "Lots of people enjoy sucking big, thick wolf dicks. Taking them down to the knot. Swallowing their cum."

William flushed darkly, looking up at the wolf and squirming as those new memories felt so right in his head.

"Now... William..." Barron said, stroking his shaft through his pants. "How'd you like to suck a fat wolf cock?"

William pulled back immediately, leaning up on the bed with a scowl. For a moment, his face took on a look of disgust. After all, he had been quite straight before this moment. And then, the programming kicked in. The memories feeling so right. Had it only been in the locker room? As the seconds ticked by, he wasn't sure. The scowl faded quickly, and as it faded, its presence on his muzzle felt... wrong.

As William struggled to understand what was happening, Barron reached down and undid his pants, tugging his rapidly hardening cock out. Long, thick, crimson. The knot ready to pop free from his sheath. He smiled at the buck. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

William nodded automatically, his eyes wide. He was scared. Everything seemed wrong and right simultaneously, and he was spinning out of control.

"You have to say it," Barron said, stroking himself slowly as he reached a full, thick, throbbing erection. His knot was shining and hard. "Do you want to touch it?"

"Yes!" William said, practically snapping. When he wasn't given permission, his eyes dropped to Barron's fat shaft. He flushed darkly. "Yes, I want to touch your cock..."

Barron smiled. Getting him to verbally reinforced was important. The effects could be repressed if the subject was given enough time. The wolf chuckled slightly, then reached out, taking the deer's paw and placing it on his cock. "Go ahead," the wolf said.

William shuddered slightly. He squeezed Barron's cock quickly and firmly, stroking it once and moaning out loudly as he did. The deer's mouth started to water, and there was an intense hunger in his eyes.

Barron slowly stroked over the deer's head. "William? Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yeah," William whispered. "Fuck yeah..."

William started to lower his head toward the wolf's throbbing shaft, but Barron grabbed his antler, twisting his head back and pushing him against the bed.

William flushed and gave a weak grunt, reaching for it. "W-wait..." he stammered. "You said--"

Barron shook his head. "I asked if you wanted to, William. I didn't give you permission." Barron ran his paw along his cock, gathering his precum, then shoving his fingers into the deer's muzzle. "Suck," he said.

William's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed as he laid back, sucking slowly and tasting the lupine pre on his tongue. He whimpered slightly.

Barron laughed at him. "William... You're only allowed to be in this program if you're straight," Barron said. "You just told me you wanted to suck my cock. That means you're not straight, doesn't it?"

William frowned, and Barron smiled. There it was. The cognitive dissonance. His whole life behind him, fighting against what was in front of him now. This had been the hardest part for Barron to rectify, the real difficulty in the system. But...

"I amh strught..." William slurred around those fingers.

"You're sucking my precum off my fingers, William," Barron said. "You're not straight. Hell, I'm not even sure you're bisexual. Do you... like pussy?"

William nodded awkwardly.

Barron rubbed at William's cheek with his thumb. "But... you want to suck wolf cock?"

William flushed, then nodded again.

"Do you think about it when you're fucking your girlfriend?" Barron asked. It was an important part of the process. Connecting the dots. "Do you think about worshiping a fat wolf dick when you're balls deep in a doe?"

"Shomtimesh..." William slurred.

Barron nodded, pulling his fingers from the deer's muzzle and flexing his cock so his precum spattered on the floor in thick, wet drops. "Why?" he asked.

William shook his head slightly, frustration entering his voice. "It's just... it's just better!" he stammered. "They're big and thick and knotted and just... just... superior..." He closed his eyes, panted softly, and dropped back to the table. "Please... please just... let me suck it... Pussy is great, but... but... f-fuck..."

Barron smirked "You're out of the program. I can tell you were just here for my cock. But I'll let you lick my precum off the floor on your way out. Maybe you need to head out to a bar that caters to us lupines, yeah? Seems like you have the fever..."

William flushed darkly, but after a moment, he was sliding off the table and kneeling on the floor to lick the wolf's precum off of it. Once he was done, he turned and looked at the wolf's dick for a long, hungry moment, then sighed and stood back up, walking out the door with his head hanging slightly.

Barron sat down at his desk, letting his cock slide back into his sheath slowly. He recorded the results with a satisfied smile. After all, that was the last test he really needed to run. The system worked, perfectly, on a host of targets. The company he was working for would get the equivalent of an IMAX movie in people's heads. And Barron? Barron would get the perfect bitch-making tool.

Barron had just tucked himself away when he heard the knocking on the door of his office. He smirked slightly, knowing exactly who it would be. Andrew Largande, the other lupine who worked in the office across from his. A big, white wolf who he often confided it. "C'mon in," Barron said.

Andrew opened the door, laughing softly. Before he could speak, Barron was grinning at him.

"Did you let him?" Barron asked.

Andrew smirked. "Yeah, but I made him beg for it first. I think you got that one nice and deep..."

Andrew was the only person in the company who knew about the exact nature of Barron's more intense experiments. As far as anyone else knew, he was making the next wave of home entertainment.

Barron grinned. "I know," he said. "The programming is perfect. The next step is to transition it from a mere headset to other mediums. Broadcast would be ideal, but easily detected. Video might work, especially videos that people watch shortly, but multiple times. I was thinking porn... Something mass-produced. Something everywhere that no one talks about."

Both of them laughed, and Barron finished typing up his report quickly, noting the total success. He appreciated Andrew. Respected him. Andrew was almost as brilliant as him, though he'd focused on a different field. There was a camaraderie there that he enjoyed.

"Anything good on the chemical side?" Barron asked.

Andrew nodded slightly. "Oh, yes," he said. "Nothing like yours, though."

"Good." Barron chuckled. "No stealing my thunder. On fifteen trial runs, I've had fifteen total acceptances. It's going to be phenomenal..." Barron laughed, licking his lips slightly. "Just imagine it. A world where we walk down the street, and everyone... everyone... looks at us with the reverence we deserve."

Barron was smirking brightly as Andrew nodded in return. "Oh, yes," Andrew agreed. "Reminds me, though... I have something for you."

Andrew produced a bottle of whisky, Barron's favorite brand, and grinned. "A drink," he said, plucking Barron's coffee cup off his desk. "To success!" Andrew passed the cup back to Barron, who smiled and drank it as Thor raised the bottle to his lips, then stopped... slowly lowering it and replacing the stopper.

Barron frowned at him, but a moment later, he started to slide out of his chair, slumping. His tongue felt wide and strange in his muzzle, his feet struggling against the floor as he tried to control himself. A wash of confusion worked through his head as Andrew stepped around the desk, smiling.

"Really glad to hear about your success, Barron..." Andrew said, getting his arms under Barron's and hefting the wolf. He dragged him across the office, toward the exam table. "But there's one test you started to run."

"'ndrew..." Barron slurred, his head rolling on his shoulders slightly. "'hat err yoo..."

Andrew laughed, pulling Barron up and onto the table with a grunt, laying him back onto it and letting out a long, slow breath. "One last test," Andrew repeated. "You don't know what happens when someone knows they're being programmed... And really, there's only one person we can test it on, isn't there?"

Barron struggled weakly, raising his paws sluggishly, but Andrew just pushed them down, working them through the cuffs on the table before tightening them down.

"Don't worry," Andrew said. "I'll be here when you're done. And we'll take you through the whole checklist. Alright?"

Andrew raised the visor, and as Barron struggled to turn his head away, it pushed snugly into place. He gasped softly, and a moment later, the movie started.

---

Barron grunted sharply as he felt the visor pulled off of his head. There had been the ghost of a moan on his lips a moment before. He looked up at Andrew standing over him, his blue eyes staring down intensely as he held the clipboard and chucked quietly. "You there, Barron?"

Barron tried to move, and when he realized he wasn't restrained, he brought a paw up to rub at his face. "Y-you... bastard..." he grunted. "What... what the fuck did you do?"

"Just showed you a little movie," Andrew said, his smirk broad and domineering. "Do you remember the movie?"

Barron resisted the question for a moment. He knew what it was designed for, after all. Remember the movie to start the process, following the chain all the way down into the new, implanted thoughts. He fought against the urge for a moment, but it was like trying not to think about an elephant. The first thing you did? Think about an elephant. He jerked slightly, shaking his head and fighting as it slipped to the front of his mind. A film. A comedy. Something from the 80's... He pushed it aside as forcefully as he could, but it was too late. His thoughts flicked through the scenes, chasing something planted within them. "Fuck... N-no... No, you didn't... you didn't do this to me..." Barron stammered, gritting his teeth.

Barron felt Andrew's paw rise to his cheek, holding it and cupping it slowly, rubbing at him. "Tell me about the movie."

Barron couldn't help himself. It was like the words were being drawn out of him. He knew that the system implanted the urge with that touch, with that gesture, but knowing did nothing. "It was... the tiger... invited to his girlfriend's house..." he started. "Finds out... finds out she was adopted by... by elephants... and..."

"And then what happened?" Andrew asked.

"T-then..." Barron could feel the memories coming in, sharp and crystal clear. Him. Kneeling.

Barron had been in a locker room... back when he was in college. He'd played basketball, and one day, after practice, he'd met a wolf... a white wolf. Tall, strong, handsome. The kind of wolf that he'd always wanted to be. The kind of wolf that he wanted to look up. A wolf... a wolf just like... just like...

Barron's eyes widened in recognition. "N-no... No, y-you didn't..." he stammered. "You didn't!"

Andrew's expression never faltered. "What happened then?"

Barron shuddered slightly. "I... I sucked you..."

Barron could remember. Kneeling in the locker room after basketball practice. The wolf had been there, his black cock hard and shining against the intense white of his fur. He'd stroked himself a few times, looking over at Barron with a grin, laughing at the way that Barron couldn't help but stare. Couldn't help but look at him with intense, hungry longing. He had traced his fingers up the underside of his cock, collected his precum, and smeared it over Barron's lips, making him moan and shuddered. As Barron licked the precum off his muzzle, the wolf offered his cock to him. Barron hadn't spoken--just sliding down to his knees eagerly, wrapping his lips around that perfect, godly shaft. Felt it throbbing in his mouth. He worked his muzzle up and down it, feeling it pulsing in his maw.

"I sucked your cock..." Barron said, panting suddenly.

Andrew grinned, rubbing and stroking him. Nodding in affirmation. "That's right. You sucked my cock. And how was it?"

Barron struggled again, trying to resist, but there was nothing there for him to grab onto. Nothing to make the new memory less real than it was. Even knowing that it had been shoved into his head did nothing to help him deny the intense reality of a past that he could feel himself experiencing. "It was... It was fucking incredible... I wanted... I wanted more..." When Barron realized he was tenting his pants, he started shaking his head desperately. "God... Oh my fucking God... I'm a fucking Alpha, Andrew... I'm a fuckin' Alpha!"

Andrew smiled, shushing him as he started to realize the depth to which the programming had reached. "You said you wanted more. Did I give you more, Barron?"

Barron found himself nodding, the memories coming on again, harder this time. He had sucked, and afterward, Andrew had let him service his nuts. Licking and lapping all over them, soaking the fur with his saliva, then rubbing his face against them, wanting to transfer the scent as much as he could. He wanted it all over him, staining him, masking his own and marking him as belonging to those nuts. After he had, he licked them again, sucking either, worshiping them and giving them the lavish attention that they deserved. That they should have always been given by bitches like him.

Barron flushed at the intensity of the memory, shaking his head weakly. "You... you did... after I sucked you, you... you let me huff your nuts... you got your scent all over me..."

"Did I put my scent on you?" Andrew asked. "Or did you put my scent on you?"

Barron shuddered again, gritting his teeth. "I did it..." he stammered. "I... I had to hide mine..."

"What's wrong with your scent, Barron?" Andrew asked.

Barron had always been proud of his scent, but as Andrew asked that question, his pride withered entirely. "I... I have bitchmusk... I smell... I smell like... a subby bitch..." Barron said, moaning suddenly. It felt good to say it. To admit it. To declare it. Andrew had taken something he loved about himself and broken it, ruined it. It was the same thing he'd done to William, though so much more intense. Or the same level? He didn't know anymore. Was this what the deer had experienced?

"That's right," Andrew said, affirming the new reality that was being etched into the wolf's mind. "And what happened after that? In the showers?"

Barron couldn't help himself. He struggled, tried to fight the words back, but they came out anyway. "You fucked me...!" he said, his teeth clenched with the intensity of the words. "You fucked me... in the showers..."

Barron remembered it clearly. Stepping into the showers after a long, hard game. His body sore and sweaty, panting with exhaustion still as the water washed away the sweat from the game. The sound of steps behind him. A paw on his hip that slowly slid to beneath his tail, then down the crack of his ass, resting between his cheeks. A finger slowly rubbing over his hole. Andrew would finger him slowly, stretching him open, but he was always an easy fuck after the first one. Never tight again after that perfect knot claimed his backside. Barron would moan at the fingering, pressing his head into the tiles, panting as his semihard cock dribbled precum into the floor. And then, Andrew would line himself up and slowly slide inside, and once Barron was full--full of Andrew's perfect, godly wolfdick--he would start to feel right again, to feel proper, to feel... to feel... owned.

"...after every game," Barron finished.

Andrew looked down at him. smiled, taking his paw again from Barron's cheek and laughing softly. "Looks like it works, doesn't it, Barron?" he said.

Barron panted and groaned, closing his eyes tightly. The memories were so intense. So powerful. So fresh, but so integral to different parts of his life. Placed carefully for maximum impact. No victory without submission. No submission without Andrew's cock. "F-fuck... Why the fuck... d-did you do this..." he stammered. "I... I would have included you. Everyone... everyone would have looked at us like gods!" he whimpered.

Andrew laughed. "Because. You dreamed too big, Barron. You were going to use this to try and put the whole world at your feet. Me?" Andrew smirked. "I just wanted you there."

Barron made a fist, pushing himself up from the table, but... there was no strength in his arm when he raised it. He looked at Andrew, at the man who had fucked him and owned him a hundred times, then... slid off the table, moaning as he couldn't help but shove his face into the other wolf's bulge. Barron felt Andrew reaching down, stroking him slowly, and he couldn't help but cry in frustration. How much had been taken from him? Everything? He... he couldn't... He just...

As the feelings reached a crescendo, Barron let out a sharp whine.

"Want me to help you feel better, Barron?" Andrew asked.

Barron struggled for a few seconds to avoid nodding, but... He nodded. He nodded, and in doing so, nuzzled into Andrew's sheath and sac.

Andrew reached down, undoing his pants and tugging out his thickening cock and heavy nuts. He guided Barron's muzzle into his balls, and as Barron started to lick them and rub his face against them, the frustrated tears slowly started to fade. He looked up, watching as Andrew's thick, black cock started to grow over him, long and hard and ready for his attention... For his muzzle, his ass...

By the time the cock was in his mouth, he didn't care about who he'd been before, and by the time it was in his ass...

It was everything he'd ever wanted.