Recovery 1
Okay, this one carries the standard warnings that you really shouldn't be looking at it unless you like grotesque furry porn, as well as a warning that it's got a scene it it that actually made me retch while I was writing it. The bit with the milk in it.
Yeah, this is pretty gross.
***
My dreams nowadays are strange and turbulent. I am down on all fours, stalking prey on the plains, but what that prey is I cannot say, until I pounce on it. Then I see that it has my old face, from before I changed. It screams in terror, and tries to escape, but it is no use as I thrust my penis into its rear, feeling the creature's sphincter give and burying my glans in the softness within. I roar in pleasure as it clenches round me. I see the fear in the eyes of the beast fade, and be replaced with lust as the change comes over it. The nose of my old face flattens, and the muzzle pushes out. Teeth sharpen as it screams in ecstasy, and golden fur flowed over the body. I feel breasts push out of the thing's chest, and beneath that muscle firming up. A hard cock begins to push between my legs.
I woke insatiably horny. My while body pulsed with need, begging for something hard to push into me, a soft opening to thrust into me. I let out a yorwl of displeasure, and writhe in the sheets of my bed. One hand rubs the harness of my cock, the other the firm round globes of my massive breasts. When the stunted, paw-like fingers reach my thick, fat nipple and stroke the soft pink flesh that poked through the fur, I arched my back, and let out another plaintive cry.
I cast my eyes around for something to fuck; my pumping hand was not nearly enough to release the burning pressure of lust inside me. I saw the dummy they had built for me, and mindless enough in my need not to comprehend it was fake, pounced on it. The rubber ring of the fake vagina parted easily, and I grasped the torso tightly, digging my claws into it.
That was the trigger for the dido. Pushed forwards on mechanical arms, it thrust deep into my vagina, and drove the breath from my body, almost painfully. I drew back as far as I could, reveling in the sensation. I could not move back far enough to get my dick out of the orifice it was in, nor forwards far enough to get the didlo out of me, but I didn't care. My feline face screwed up as I roared and thrust back and forth, impaled, impaling, shivers of pleasure rippling through me.
As the tightness of my male orgasm approached, I humped the dummy faster. It built within me, and finally forced me to thrust as few more times. I bit down on the neck of the dummy, in a mockery of the way a real male lion would, while the semen spurted out of me.
Gasping and panting, I gained my consciousness. My mind surfaced from the feral lust, and I moved quickly, not wanting to slip back. My fingers, bent over into stubby paws but still just about mobile, reached back to the base of the dildo. A button let me pull back the intruder, and I gasped as my flesh spasmed around it. I quickly pulled my flaccid penis out of the dummy, and reached for my chastity belt. My penis fit down the tube and curved over my balls, themselves pushed back and partly into my body by the device. From there, it covered my vagina in a sheet of metal. The thing covered the whole of my genitals, the only access being to be the tip of my penis so I could pee. It was designed to prevent contact to my genitals, and it works.
I feel so much less horny when it is on.
Buckling the belt just above my tail, I tore off the bedsheets that were covered with my juices. It's important to keep a tidy home.
I dumped them in the laundry basket as I strode into the small adjoining bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, examining golden eyes and leonine muzzle. Whoever had me designed wanted a creature of power and feral strength. I stand almost seven feet tall on my massive digitardal paws, my body long, curving and packed with lean muscle. My golden coat ripples slightly as I move, the muscles beneath swimming and shining in my early morning sweat. The only soft part of my body is my massive breasts; the enormous mammaries tipped with fat pink nipples were large enough to swamp the pectorals below.
Looking at the was too much. My cock began to swell in it's cage, but when it was unable to, my cunt began to moisten instead. I shake my head and turn away. Looking for sex object was bad; it was backsliding.
Semen doesn't was out of fur very well. I had to spend almost half an hour in the shower, stopping when the touch of my hands began to arouse me too. I dressed in one of my tracksuits, the loose fabric trying to conceal my figure and breast, but failing to do that, or hide the bulge in my pants. Small cups fitted into my bra covered my nipples, preventing them from rubbing and arousing me. My other major erogenous zone, my lips, would have to go unprotected.
The small kitchen seemed cramped when I entered; most rooms do. I tipped cereal into a bowl, and opened a carton of milk.
The milk was sour.
***
You've all heard about it. A certain celebrity - who I can't name for legal reasons - bragged about having a sex bunny in his cellar while drunk, and then showed the warped sex slave to the disbelievers. In a deal with the authorities, he had sold out the man he had bought her from in exchange for leniency.
When police raided Dr. Moreau's warehouse, the doctor himself was gone. Beneath his smashed machinery, they found cages, and in the cages... us. Sex objects, our bodies made into parodies of sexual desire, unable to do anything but lust. The others, the barbie-doll-girls, the fox-sluts, the brainless bimbos, went with no more than an attempt to fuck the officers, but I guess I was a trap. When they opened the cage, I pounced on the man, and tore his pants off with my claws. I stuffed his flaccid penis into my gaping, dripping slit, and for a second, knew the bliss of the first touch of man-flesh before I was tazered.
The military took control of us. Ostensibly, this was to keep us safe, but once they discovered about our resistance to pain and complete obedience, they wanted to find out how we got like that.
At first they thought we were made things, but then some of the girls started to remember who they were before - I told them I couldn't. We were all captured and changed, warped in mind and body. He made us unable to think for ourselves, minds dependent on orders. The others were all submissive, but not me. When my cock isn't hard I feel docile, ready to obey. My feminine sex moistens at the sight of a man. But when it does get hard - which is all the time - I become ravenously horny. The desire to rape and fuck overwhelms my mind. It's like a switch that makes me into a monster.
I hate what I've become.
***
The milk was sour. As I poured it, watery fluid dripped out, and then foul, congealed lumps spattered onto the cereal hoops. My nose is so much more sensitive than it used to be, and the stench made my nostrils twitch. I couldn't bring myself to step back, and toss the whole thing, though.
The psychologist were trying to cure us. Get our minds off sex, onto a productive life. But when all you want to do is obey, it makes it difficult to think for yourself, so they tell us how to get through the day.
And one of the things they said was that breakfast is an important way to start the day.
I picked up the bowl of rancid milk and sat down at the table, staring hopelessly at it. The repulsive scent filled my muzzle. It's important to get a good meal to start the day. I dipped a spoon in the mess. Brown, soggy hoops and thick off-white lumps floated in the water liquid as I brought it to my mouth.
My head swam. The stench was overpowering, and I could almost feel the vile liquid touch my lips. I retched, sticking my tongue out and almost touching the spoon.
But I didn't think of stopping. I'd been told what I wanted. I wanted a normal life.
And spasm of disgust came over me as I parted my sharp teeth again. My whiskers pulled back as my body tried not to touch the foulness.
And then the phone rang. I dropped the spoon, and noticed that my left hand had clutched the tabletop so hard that my claws had left scratches in the formica.
A pleasant, male voice spoke. "Good morning, Leo." It was corny, but they'd given me a gender neutral name. To let me choose what I wanted to be myself. "How are things?"
"I-I was just having breakfast," I replied.
"And...?"
"And some of the milk has gone off."
"So, do you want to eat it?"
"I- can't think-"
"It wouldn't be very good for you, now would it?"
"No. I don't think so."
"So should you eat it? Is there anything else you could eat?"
"There's bread- for toast-"
"Good, wouldn't that be nice, instead of that manky milk?"
"Yes. Th-Thank you."
"Oh, don't mention it. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay."
I heard the psychologist on the other end of the line sigh as he put the phone down. A little wave of shame came over me. They wanted me to be able to think for myself, but I still had to rely on others to tell me how to feed myself. I'd disappointed my masters- no! The doctors who tried to help me. That's what they were. Not owners.
I dumped the cereal, and jammed a slice of bread in the toaster. Couldn't think for myself, but they wouldn't tell me what to put in my mind. And my raving libido was always ready to tell me to hunt them down and rape them, but the belt kept that locked away.
It hurt.
***
Dr. Jenny came for me after breakfast. They say we should use first names, but I feel uncomfortable not using the honorific. Dr. Jenny was a shorter woman, maybe five seven, and I towered over her. She was always dressed in a conservative suit, and a lab coat that kept her slim figure covered. Her black hair was tied up in a tight bun, and she did everything that she could to make herself look unattractive. She failed.
When I opened the door, my cock pressed against the tube it was in, my mind was overwhelmed with images of sex. Myself, down on my knees, as Dr. Jenny straddled my face, my tongue deep inside her. Or Dr. Jenny spreadeagled on the floor, her arms covered in scratches, as I pin her down and rape her.
I blinked, and pushed the images to the back of my mind. Smiling down at her, I said, "Hi Doctor Jenny!"
"Good morning, Leo. And how are you this morning?"
Pleasantries. I had to be taught the right way of talking, or I would have been begging her to tell me what to say.
"Fine, thank you. But I need to do some shopping."
"Oh, of course! Would you like to come with me?"
"Certainly."
I lived with the other altered sex toys in a set of hastily erected single apartments in the centre of a military compound - I won't say where. There were scientific research buildings that separated us from the rest of the base, meaning we were in contact with the soldiers - those virile, masculine, forceful soldiers - only when we walked through the checkpoint between the laboratories to shop base shop. Most of the soldiers were restrained enough, or simple not that way inclined, not to react oddly when I walked past, but I noticed one tenting his fatigues. I couldn't shake the thought of holding him down and licking it until I got into the shop.
I guess they set it up to look normal. I'm not sure where they hired the little Indian shopkeeper, but he never seemed to notice a seven foot tall lion in his store. I picked out some cereal, and milk and a new loaf, while Dr. Jenny examined the magazines in the rack. As he ran my groceries through the scanner, I compared our sizes. His head was level with my breasts. I wondered what it would look like if he leant over and buried his head in my cleavage, his black hair contrasting the gold of my fur. Would he suckle on my nipple, that tiny mustache tickling my fur?
Dr. Jenny coughed, and I blushed beneath my fur. I felt hot all over. I quickly paid, and almost ran out. Dr. Jenny had to run to keep up with my strides.
"Say Leo, I don't suppose that you know about what happed to Sally, do you?"
I slowed. Sally had been a doll girl, her flesh stiff and plastic. Perfect and never aging. Also, I hadn't seen her crossing the courtyard in the apartments for recently.
I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I liked to watch the girls.
"No..."
"Well, it seems that she, um, reacted badly to a word that someone said to her."
I furrowed my brow. "I don't understand-"
Jenny grabbed my arm. The feeling of her skin through my silky fur sent electric shivers up my arm. "It seems this word was a trigger. When we said it... She became immobile. Like a doll. And we haven't been able to snap her out of it."
"I..." I didn't know what to say. I should be das that Sally was comatose, but... she wouldn't be feeling bad. She wouldn't be feeling anything.
"We think that when they did this, they gave certain 'codewords'," she said. "The one for Sally turned her into a doll, but... there could be one that calms you down."
"What?"
"It seems likely that they didn't want you being- well, violent, all the time, or use-" she coughed, and turn her face away "-the normal method to calm you down. So they may have given you a trigger word too, to make you more... docile."
"Oh." I imagined what it would be like if I didn't have to cage my groin everyday. If the bars were inside my head instead.
"We'd like to see if we can find this word, Leo. Would you like that?"
"I-I don't know. Do you think it's a good idea?" My violent thoughts wrapped away, and just the docile, thoughtless part of me left...
"Yes, Leo, I think it would really help you get some self control."
I nodded. "Okay, then, I'll do it."
***
The room she took me to was in one of the laboratory buildings, a white room with a one-way mirror on one wall and a monitor set flush with the other. In the center was a steel chair, with shackles on the arm rests, legs, and across the chest and stomach. Wires led away from the chair, and medical monitors were scattered over the cold metal.
"Okay, Jenny?" A voice came over a speaker. A masculine voice.
"Yes, James." She turned to me. "Would you like to get undressed?"
I paused. In front of men? The thought excited me as I pulled off my large, misshapen jumper. Were they watching, as the stripe of lighter fur down my belly was revealed? Did they look and the silken fur covering the curves of my muscle and want to touch it, as much as I wanted to be touched? Was the only thing stopping them the cameras watching us? And if they were turned off, would I want them to stop?
I stood in a daze, naked save for the chastity belt. I became aware of a scent in the air, that of feminine arousal.
It took a second to realize it was me.
Dr. Jenny took me hand and lead me to the chair. First, she chained my ankles, just above my elongated feet. Then, a strap crossed my stomach, just above the belt. Two more crossed my chest, at the shoulders and just where my ribcage starts.
When she tightened those, Dr. Jenny's hands brushed the fur of my breasts.
My arms were held in place, and my head, too. Straps held my feline face firmly against the soft head rest, forcing me to stare at the screen. I could see little else from where I was sitting.
"I'm going to take your belt off now, Leo," Dr. Jenny said, looking me in the eyes. "Is that alright?"
I tried to nod, but couldn't. "Yes," I croaked.
I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her hands brush against my taught stomach. The metal clicked. And then I felt it move beneath me, running between my buttocks and rubbing my cleft. My penis thrilled when the metal tube came off it. My head swam, as blood rushed into it, firming my cock. I could feel my pulse rock my body as it swelled.
"I'll just- be in the next room." Dr. Jenny looked afraid of me. She should be. I could smell her cunt.
I wrenched at the bindings. If my cock hurt to be kept flaccid, it was nothing to the aching hardness, that begged to be used, threatening me with pain if it wasn't. And Dr. Jenny... she always said she wanted to help. She could, she could wrap herself round my cock. I growled, and rattled the chains. The slut was teasing me, always there, but never giving me what I needed.
The screen lit up as the door closed. A voice came over the speaker, repeating the word on the screen. "Porcelain."
I roared. There was no-one in the room, and I so needed to fuck.
"Docile."
***
"Tame."
It was an hour later, and the words had already repeated once. I strained against my chains, desperate to be free. My cock was so hard, and dripping with pre-cum. I flowed down and over my aching balls, to join the flow from my cunt, the constant pain of my arousal driving me mad. If they'd just let me one hand- but they were trying to drive me mad, that was it. Why else would they do this to me? Constantly keep me bound, only let me out to torture me?
The speaker crackled. "Okay, we're going to stop now. We'll try to calm you down from here."
That fucker Jenny! She was the one, her and those men, afraid of my power, my strength! Couldn't they see that Doctor Moreau had made me better, stronger? I'd get out sooner or later, and then they'd pay. I'd hold them down and the only sounds she'd make would be moans as her throat distended around my cock.
The chair whirred beneath me, and I felt something cold beneath my tail. The metal spread the ring of my anus, and I struggled to get away from the cold touch - or at least to get it into my cunt - but the tight straps held me defenseless against it. I couldn't count the inches that sunk into me before it stopped, tantalizing me with the fact it could have brought pleasure, if it had only been aimed differently.
And then - a jolt of electricity ran through me. Muscles tensed and pulled against the chains, and my penis tingled and pulsed. Then another. I screamed into the empty room.
A third shock followed. I slumped against the bonds, tears dripping down my face. I would make them pay for this. I'd make them feel what I felt.
Doctor Jenny burst into the room, shouting "-because she doesn't have a prostrate, you fools! These aren't lab rats to be experimented on!"
She strode up to me, the two men waiting by the door. "I'm sorry," she said, "but this is the only way."
I roared at her. The slut was going to kill me, either through violence or by her teasing!
And the she grabbed my cock, wrapping her small fingers around it, just beneath the head.
My whole body stopped. I couldn't feel my heart beat, nor my breath. My muscles held my body still, and I looked into her eyes. For a second I had control over myself. "Please," I whispered.
Her hand was slick with the pre-cum as it gently ran up and down the shaft of my penis. My whole body strained as she moved, trying desperately to thrust against her. I could feel her touch all over, like my whole body was in that cock. Her fingers rubbed against the base of my sheath and I shuddered, throbbing and needing. Strange, strangled gasps of pleasure tore from my throat.
The men at the door looked away. One of them had an erection.
Her hand shot up and down my length. Each stoke was deep within me, shooting up through my stomach and building, more and more. The beating of her hand against my groin was my new pulse. I couldn't think.
I wanted to rape her, to put her in her place, but there was the look, in her eyes, that she never took off me, her brown eyes staring deep into my golden ones. I- just wanted her to carry on.
I couldn't take it. I could finally feel myself on the edge, and then my mind whited out. I stretched the straps and wrenched my muscles to arch my back. I could feel my breasts jiggling obscenely as the strength of the orgasm shot semen onto the underside of them.
As I came to, panting, Dr. Jenny was shoving my flaccid penis back into its cage. I felt sad, in a way, that she wouldn't do it again. I noticed she had some of my cum on her face.
"I'm sorry," I said, tears pricking my eyes.
"Never mind," she replied, matter of factly. "Nothing that a tissue won't take care of."
I stumbled to my feet once she had unlocked me, feeling weak and drained. "Come on," she said. "Let's get you cleaned up."
The men held the door open as I staggered past and into a shower on the opposite side of the corridor. My juices were seeping out of the belt and dripping down my legs before I turned it on.
"Leo."
I stood under the shower, ashamed that the plan to un-trigger me had failed. "Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
My sensitive ears could hear her over the shower. "O-Of course," I replied.
"Why did you lie about being able to remember who you were?"
Shit.