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A Slippery Slope: Chapter 3

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Grioden's Reclamation

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WARNING: This story is exceedingly naughty. It is for viewing by adults of 18 years or older, and includes but is not limited to:

• depictions of body transformations and alterations
• hypnosis / mind-control
• drug use
• heavy, implied non-consensual sex
• rubber and latex
• gooey tendrils
• kittens
• more sex
• other naughty things

Please do not steal this content, as I did, in fact, work for a while to write it. Of course, when you think about it, that's rather sad. ;) What you should do, as long as you're in the target market, is enjoy reading this kinky tale.

Once again, we find ourselves taking a trip down to the Vulcanis Corporation's research facility deep underground. This time, a well-to-do business rat has applied for a job at the company that's listed as a fairly prestigious leadership position. Let's watch!

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Suit? ...check

Tie? ...check

Resume copies? ...check

Snazzy portfolio? ...check

Grioden was going through his mental checklist as he walked up the steps to the modernist corporate building that towered over him like a monolith, a giant "V" embossed into the black steel plate above the oversized rotating door.

This interview was everything to him. Everyone knew that the Vulcanis Corporation was the leading research and development firm in the world, and the fact that their front-running contracts had all work done behind closed doors was quite possibly the worst kept secret in the country. VC easily had the highest investigation-to-product release ratio of any corporate entity on the planet, yet every attempt to find skeletons in their closet by the government or through civil lawsuits had always yielded nothing. Either they had nothing to hide, or they had reached the point where their legal team was utterly unstoppable.

This controversial nature was forefront in the mind of the rat who was walking through the door into the lobby. In fact, it was the whole reason he wanted to work there.

"Good morning." The serval behind the stainless-steel desk dictated the greeting in a pleasant but formal tone.

"Grioden Cusegivorn to see Mister Rilt Shreeves please" he said with an up-turn at the end as if it were a question. Grioden held himself with poise and confidence. His self-assurance was strong and his demeanor determined. No matter who he spoke to, he intended to give them the impression that he was the right rat for the job.

"OK, one moment please." A few keystrokes later she smiled and looked back up at him. "Excellent. If you'd just head into the lobby area you'll find the elevators. Call one and press the "QK" option. Then just follow the signs to the meeting rooms. You'll find him in the one named "Granit."

Grioden repeated the directions just to be sure, then thanked her and went on his way. The lobby was unlike any other he'd seen. It was furthest from "welcoming" and closest to intimidating. Clearly with a gothic inspiration, it twisted the classic theme into a more streamlined and polished expression of intimidation and strength. Stark black, silver and grey surfaces shone in the light from the glass doors at the entrance and narrow slots of sunlight that pierced into the room through channels carved in the obsidian-coated walls. The giant "V" symbol once again made its appearance, but this time as the centerpiece in a fountain. Supported on a giant marble sphere, the three-dimensional "V" was held in the hands of two statues on either side. Each statue was of an idealized, tailless body type, one of each gender, with few distinct features. They were unsettling to Grioden as he walked by the water feature to the elevators. Their faces were devoid of anything that could narrow down a specific species, yet they held an expression of power and superiority that he couldn't quite pin down.

The doors of the elevator pivoted open, and the rat stepped into the cylindrical space. All surfaces were white and free of blemish, with cool air conditioning quietly wafting through the car. Upon his claw tip's contact with the touchscreen over the label "QK," the doors rapidly snapped shut and the car began noiselessly moving. Oddly, he felt the floor sinking beneath him, rather than pressing upwards against the soles of his shoes. The meeting rooms were underground? That was unusual. Observing himself in the reflecting surface of the touch panel, he made a few small corrections in his head fur. Even at nearly two meters tall, the rat didn't feel cramped in the surprisingly spacious elevator. He adjusted his garments around his healthy, plump form and arranged his long and muscular tail. While looking his face over, he was reminded of the still missing chunk of his left ear that he lost in a fight long ago. He recomposed himself, holding his portfolio under the crook of his arm just as the elevator car came to a halt and the doors smoothly rotated back open. The space was incredibly brightly lit from both above and below, with strange purple and blue potted plants adorning the corridors. Grioden meandered through the hallways, following the signs towards the meeting rooms. While walking along, he kept passing several doors which were all labeled with odd names such as "Regulus," "Shrike," "Exocet," and "Silkworm." Eventually, he located "Granit" and pushed open the door.

The dark room immediately illuminated upon his entry; all the lights flickering on in sequence while a wide 3D display suddenly came to life and emulated a view over the city. The remarkably life-like panorama gave the room the distinct feeling of being on the top floor of a corporate high-rise, despite the subterranean location. Grioden found himself unable to resist walking up to it and looking "out" over the city. A voice behind him suddenly piped up in an unusual accent.

"Lovely view, isn't it? I find myself much at ease looking at it than simply another white wall. That is, unless I'm otherwise preoccupied." Grioden turned with a start, not having heard the pine marten enter the room while he was gazing over the cityscape. The mustelid was already holding his portfolio having silently picked it up off of the table. The rat covered his chest with his paw for a moment and smiled once more.

"Why yes, it is. I've seen similar systems in the past but none quite so life-like."

The marten handed back the portfolio and smiled warmly over at the startled rat. "That's because this is a live feed from atop the VC tower." He strode past Grioden to admire the view himself for a moment, continuing to speak. "In fact, we strive to keep as much of the real world accessible underground as possible. It greatly helps with morale and company well-being." Much of the light you see down here is actually brought down via light channels from the roof and only supplemented with artificial light when necessary, but enough about our building. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cusegivorn"

The marten extended a paw and heartily shook Grioden's. "Why thank you Mr. Shreeves, it's an honor to meet you too."

"I have one important rule. Please call me Rilt. The only people who call me by my last name are those far my superior in the company."

"Works for me. Feel free to address me by whatever you like. Grioden or Gri works well, but lots of folks call me 'Rat' or "hey you" as well."

A mutual chuckle and nod broke the handshake and the ice. Gri took the seat gestured to and Rilt sat down across from him and leaned far back while simultaneously interweaving his fingers. The marten was a little on the short side, about 10cm below Grioden's head. His red and brown fur was dense and soft-looking and faded into deep black at his nose and ear tips. Likewise his paws were completely black, with the color continuing up the sleeves of his shirt and jacket. His beady eyes twinkled in the bright light and reflected the environment that surrounded him.

"Well Grioden I have to tell you, we've all been very impressed with your accomplishments thus far in your career. And I understand you're applying for the research program administrator position. Is that right?"

"Why thank you, and yes, absolutely. I've been really intrigued by the position and I'm very interested to learn more about it."

The marten leaned forward and placed his paws on the table. "And I will be more than happy to tell you everything you want to know about it, but first I do have a few questions for you. What brought you to us? You must know that our company has a bit of a reputation for being secretive and controversial, and since we put very little specifics in the job description by design, I'm curious what drew you to it."

"I think that the best way I can describe it is that I'm at a point in my career where I think it's time to take on a position that may incorporate a higher risk for a higher reward. I've been proud of what I've accomplished, but I feel as though I've been playing it safe for too long. It's time for a change."

Rilt nodded, listening intently before briefly commenting. "Oh, I can assure you if you're looking for change, you're in the right place." Something about the way he said it made Grioden shiver, the fur along the base of his tail hidden in his pants bristling up. He wasn't sure if the way it was said sounded oddly threatening, or if it merely excited him for some inexplicable reason. "Either way, I can certainly sympathize, having come from a similar background myself. How much do you know about the position so far? Are you aware of the fact that much of this department deals with subjects that aren't generally discussed or appreciated by the majority of polite society? By no means is what we do here unethical, by the way. However some people deem it, well, outside their comfort zones."

"Just to take any doubt out of the picture on this, are we talking about personal pleasure devices and the like?"

The rat's direct question spawned a wry grin on the lips of the marten. "Indeed, that comprises a significant portion of our research here. There are other applications, though. Military, manufacturing, materials... however this particular division is more focused on the benefit of those seeking an enhanced physical experience of pleasure in their lives. Naturally, they're willing to pay for it as well. Is that something which you're comfortable with?"

The rat nodded emphatically. "Absolutely. In fact the idea only makes me more interested."

"Excellent! Well I want to ensure that I'm still putting any of your concerns to rest. You see, there's always that cliché at any company of 'we value our employees' but here it's a bit different. VC is an entity that would be completely impossible without appreciation of its personnel that goes far beyond what one would expect from any company. What we do enters quite a few grey areas in the minds of some, but ultimately, we strive for safety, enjoyment, and effectiveness more than anything else. Once people see it in action here, they understand. But since we perform a fair amount of classified research, they often don't see it themselves until they're already a part of it. It's why all of our lawyers work directly within the company. They have full disclosure and can work on defending our interests without any concerns about the moral fabric of what we're doing here."

Rilt leaned back again and shifted his expression to a more serious flavor. "So Grioden, I must ask you one very important question. With what you know about this company and position, are you willing to work for us despite not being given complete and total knowledge of your duties pre-hire?"

Gri shifted in his seat slightly, his thick, furless tail curling slightly around his ankle in response to the question. "I'm not sure I fully understand."

Rilt raised his open paws' palms towards the rat turned his head slightly to the left before speaking. "Let me rephrase. We've already decided that you're the candidate we want. Our background checks and research on you have told us that. In fact, we never bring anyone into the building until we know we've selected him or her for hire. But we need you to decide whether or not you want this position. That's the only reason you're here.

"If I told you that this job was personally created with you in mind, and that not only are you the single best individual to carry it out to its fullest, but you will also get more satisfaction, enjoyment, personal success and outright pleasure than you could ever possibly imagine, would you take the job without knowing everything there is to know about it?"

The rat's excitement grew. Somehow, Rilt's words were hitting upon something deep within him that he desperately wanted to be true. But could he trust him? "In any job where security is vital, there's a certain amount of visibility into the position which can't be given prior to the start of the job, and that's nothing new to me. Confidentiality is crucial to many positions I've held, and I'm completely willing to work within those parameters."

"No." The marten stated matter-of-factly. "That's not what I mean. What I mean goes beyond simple security protocols. I'm offering you a position that will align with your deepest wishes, but I can't tell you how you will do your job, what will be expected of you, or what kind of demands will be placed upon you. All I can tell you is, no one else can do this job, and we need you. You will belong, you will excel, and you will enjoy every moment of it. We're just unable to tell you anything beyond that.

"Your ability to organize and optimize is exemplary, you come highly recommended, but you also need something for yourself in all of your work. Something where you can feel belonging, and complete connection between yourself and your team. Would you be willing to make sacrifices to have that?"

Grioden was now thoroughly creeped-out. Somehow Rilt was aware of his very mind and soul. Everything he ever wanted in a daily life was being expressed, and apparently offered to him on a platter. The question was: How much was it going to cost him?

"That sounds... truly remarkable Rilt. I'm not quite sure how to respond to it. I'm at a point in my life where I'd sacrifice almost anything for an opportunity that really meets that description. Granted, I'm assuming that the requirements that are going to be asked of me won't somehow impede my life outside of work. I believe that's my only possible area of concern surrounding it."

"Gri, we know more about you than you can realize. I can assure you, that no aspect of your personal life will be negatively impacted by what we're going to have you working on. And while there will be some mandatory adjustment on your part, I hope that this will more than compensate for that." Rilt produced a small data cube and handed it to Grioden as he spoke. The display showed the text of an offer letter, with company letterhead and a line for his digital signature, should he accept. And right at the bottom paragraph, in bold face was a number. A number no less than ten times the annual salary that the rat had made at any job he'd ever held. His eyes went wide as dinner plates as he read over the document.

"This is the chance of a lifetime Mr. Cusegivorn. I can tell you with confidence that you will never be the same after this. But even if you decide it isn't to your liking ultimately, which I highly doubt, after merely two years you will have enough cash on hand to take a year-long sabbatical before taking your next job commuting from your chateau."

"I'm... Wow...Umm..."

"Say no more. You need some time to think about it. Come back tomorrow after sleeping on it. If you're ready to start ASAP, we'd like you start immediately. We'd prefer not to wait for 2 weeks since we know your present employment is contract-based, if that's all-right with you. But for now, I'll show you out back to the lobby, and we can speak then." The marten stood, turning away from Grioden and began walking towards the door, gesturing for the rat to follow.

"No! I'm... I've made my decision, and this is where I want to work. I've been dreaming about working here for years and I'm not going to pass up this opportunity."

Rilt stopped in his tracks and very slowly turned back around. "Are you absolutely sure? I'm completely certain, but are you?"

A brief hesitation preceded the rat's reply in the affirmative, confidently nodding and taking a deep breath. "This is it. I'm not turning back now."

The up-until-now extremely business-like mustelid suddenly exploded into energy, nearly jumping for joy in exclamation. "Fantastic!"

The diminutive weasel grasped Grioden's paw and shook it furiously. His next few sentences came at such a rapid pace that it was difficult to determine where one ended and the other began. "Congratulations and welcome aboard! You're now the Lead Executive Research Team Procedural Director! Now we haven't a moment to lose, I knew you'd be perfect! I even just won a bet that you'd sign up without even another day to think it over! I sure do know how to pick them! Oh my there's so much to do, come along quickly! Oh, but before that please sign..."

Grioden turned back towards the data cube and nodded. He placed his paw pad against the surface, and clicked to have it scan his print and ID. A quiet electronic chime later, and he had agreed officially. He was now an employee of the Vulcanis Corporation.

"Wonderful wonderful! Now come along!"

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this...

The rat's pulse had quickened as he worked to keep up with the excited marten's rapid pace. Rilt was almost skipping rather than walking. The strange weasel was leading him down a set of corridors that Grioden hadn't previously noticed on his way in from the elevator. In fact, he wasn't even sure where he was anymore. The facility was clearly massive, convoluted, and labyrinthine, and in a very short time the rat found himself utterly lost. Rilt was cheerfully whistling ahead of him, occasionally calling back to urge Grioden to move faster and keep up. The rat's pace quickened further still, and he soon found that he had to jog in order to follow behind him. Occasionally, he'd lose sight of the marten around a corner and run a few paces in order to ensure he didn't miss a turn. Like some kind of bad dream, he found that keeping up was more and more difficult, but he didn't want to seem impolite and so never asked for Rilt to slow down. That is, until he realized that he was alone in the spartan, white underground passage. He heard no footsteps anymore and came to a stop amidst a seemingly endless row of circular doors labeled only with numbers. The helpful guiding signs were nowhere to be seen anymore, and he'd completely lost any concept of where he'd been previously.

Grioden closed his red eyes, standing still and taking a deep breath before thinking calmly. OK, it's just a building. I've lagged behind but I'm not lost for good. Someone's got to know where Rilt was heading. Damn, was he running at a sprint the whole time? Where'd he go? he pondered to himself as he began to examine the doors and hallway more closely. There's got to be a turn off with a sign up here somewhere, he mused as he walked along past all the doors. The rat felt a sudden surge of loneliness and fear, but suppressed it and continued walking. He closed his eyes once again to recompose himself, and was therefore taken by complete surprise when his face was slammed by a smooth, immovable object as he collided mid-stride with someone.

"AGH!" he exclaimed as he held his nose and blinked, "Oh my God I'm so sorry!" he apologized profusely as he went down to try and find his dropped portfolio, only to find that the individual was already picking the scattered papers up for him.

"No no, it's just fine Gri! It's my fault anyway for coming out of the room so quickly." the deep voice echoed against the walls with an odd sound, and the rat turned towards the sound with a bewildered expression. Standing before him was a wolf, wearing what appeared to be a full-body ultra-tight blue rubber suit that covered every inch of him. The only part of him that didn't have bright blue latex was his grey, poofy lupine head. The wolf put the papers back into the portfolio and stood up, handing it back to the surprised rat. Grioden, thanking him, took it back while stealing a glance at the suit's impressively large and clearly defined bulge between his legs. "We're always reminded to be cautious when exiting the labs for precisely this reason, so I guess this is one of those HR 'I told you so' situations, right? You OK Grioden?"

"H-how do you know my name?" the rat asked in a curious tone while giving the creature a slightly suspicious sidelong glance.

"Huh? Oh, Rilt told us the news that you got the position at last! He's been trying to get you in that slot for ages! So glad you finally came around to it, and I can't wait to work with you more directly. I've got all the confidence in the world that you'll be able to run this department efficiently and keep it fun at the same time." He winked knowingly at the last part of his statement, giving Gri a slight nudge with his elbow.

The canine behaved as though he's known Grioden for years, and that he was congratulating him on a promotion, rather than being hired. The rat's eyebrows only went higher.

"That...that was only a few minutes ago, and I haven't even started working here yet. Sorry, but you don't look familiar to me. Have we met?"

Now it was the wolf's turn to look confused. He laughed and put his large rubber-coated hand onto Gri's shoulder. "Oh man, you're such a kidder! Tell you what, once you're all settled into the new digs in your office, look me up. I um, I really would love to try out that new relaxation system you'd thought of. You know the one. Herbals and restraints? Brilliant! Anyway, I've got to run." the creature suddenly grabbed the shocked rat in a tight, warm embrace like an old comrade. "Take care buddy, I'll see you around the campus."

Before he walked off, the seat of the rat's pants received a hearty squeeze.

The wolf's rubber-clad feet squeaked down the corridor away from Grioden, who stood utterly motionless, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Oh.....mygod..." he whispered to himself. Since he was an individual with particularly compatible tastes for the situation yet also a formal businessman used to protocol and politics, he wasn't sure whether to call the authorities or chase the strange creature down and ask for his phone number. Rather than debate the matter further, he chose neither; resuming his previous path towards what he thought was the next intersection. Yes, there it was, the turn right.

He shook his head to clear the aggravating haze he felt; maybe from the strange encounter a moment ago, but he was definitely feeling a strange sense of confusion and disorientation. Where was Rilt? Had the marten left him behind as some sort of joke? If so he wasn't amused. Especially given the potential parallels to the proverbial "rat in a maze." Gods how Grioden hated that term, carried over from centuries of past evolution yet still somehow finding its way into the dregs of prejudice.

Left. Grioden was glad he'd managed to memorize these passages so quickly. The numbering system was so simple to understand once you got the algorith-

"-algorithm." The rat stopped dead in his tracks, uttering the last word of his thought aloud. He knew the numbering scheme. But how? He held his head in his forepaw and scratched at his ear scar with a claw tip nervously. "I'm... OK. Section B12-Q5. So, it should be this way." he read the directions aloud to himself as he followed the mental map that formed itself within his mind's eye. In the back of his consciousness, he knew that something was tremendously wrong. People didn't just instantaneously learn complex building layouts without a map or any form of guidance, but the rat suddenly knew every door, every code, and every turn to make as if he'd been doing it for years. Whatever was going on, he intended to get answers. Where on earth was Rilt? That damn weasel had left him behind, and while seeing the wolf had staved it off for a while, that sense of loneliness once again began creeping in.

"Hey Gri! Grioden!"

The rat turned around towards the voice behind him, and sure enough, it was Rilt. "Oh man.. I'm so glad you found me, I think I got completely..."

"Lost?" the marten said, completing his sentence and replacing the respirator to his muzzle that was previously hanging around his neck.

But that wasn't what Grioden was going to say. He wasn't lost. In fact, he knew exactly where he was. So, why on earth would he have said that? And why was Rilt wearing the respirator?

"No, I wasn't lost at all... I was... Um... Sorry, I think I just lost track of you."

"Well, I'm super-excited that you finally took on this job that I let myself get a little too excited. I knew you knew the way, so I figured I'd meet you there. Sorry about that!" the muffling of the weasels' voice by the respirator did nothing to hide his ever-present enthusiasm.

The rat's face sagged slightly for a moment, his eyes dilating then closing before re-opening with his irises at normal diameter. "Oh... Right, yeah. Um, I think I just haven't had enough coffee yet... lead the way?"

"What're you talking about? We're already here ya goof. You knew exactly how to get here." His previously effervescent and staccato manner transitioned mid-sentence to a sincere, almost commanding voice.

Yes... Grioden did know how to get here. In fact, the two of them were standing right outside the door to their destination. But, how? What was going on?

As Rilt strode calmly towards the door with eyes locked on the rat's confused expression, the opening revealed a black emptiness into which Rilt was confidently striding. Gri followed him into the darkened space and felt a chill go down his spine as the circular door's hydraulics hissed and closed it behind him. He blinked and waited for his eyes to adjust to the low light before proceeding behind the marten. Rilt was in his lab coat now. Must've changed quick, damn that guy was fast at everything wasn't he?

Grioden looked around the space, and was startled by the fact that there didn't appear to be any walls aside from the one with the door behind him. Otherwise, he was in an open space with very little light, a huge, strangely shaped chair and a small control pad. Nothing else populated the vast emptiness that extended in all directions.

"What goes on in here?" he asked with a genuinely inquisitive tone.

The marten was already tapping away at the control panel cheerfully while gesturing to the curvaceous seat "Why, this is where all the fun begins Grioden. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable."

The rat pursed his lips and nodded while moving towards the odd chair. It was high-backed, reclining slightly and pure white in color. At first it looked like a cheesy 60's throwback but up close it was far more than simply a plastic avant-garde piece of furniture.

Its surface was not entirely smooth, instead textured in ridged hexagonal patterns. The shape of the chair was ergonomic, and seemed to be uninterrupted on all sides save for a small hole towards the rear of the sweat portion where someone's tail could comfortably slip through. Grioden examined the fixture for a moment before turning to face away from it and slipping his long, slender tail through the opening before planting himself comfortably down. The solid-looking seat gave with his movement instead of pressing against particular places on his body. It bent itself into a brand-new shape, which contoured to his form in a way that nothing ever had before.

"Oh my goodness..."

"Is there a problem?" The marten asked, still wearing the strangely out-of-place respirator.

"No, I've just never sat in a chair which does this before. It's incredibly comfortable! Will I get to have one at my desk?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Oh Grioden, you'll get to have one wherever you want one, but you won't have a desk per se. Not for this job."

The rat tried to lean forward inquisitively in order to look more closely at what the marten was doing on the control panel, but found that the chair was now very difficult to remove himself from. The position he was in was so reclined and comfortable that his body felt as though it weighed far more than it normally did. Maybe... maybe he should just sit back for now.

"Rilt, may I ask why you're wearing that mask?"

"Of course Gri, I'm wearing it because I already belong. We want you to belong too. You want to belong, don't you Grioden?"

Belong....

He did want to belong. More than anything else, to be part of something bigger, to feel never alone and to be complete, loved, needed and connected. Each use of the word felt like a soft pillow being nestled beneath his mind. For a moment, he felt a twinge of alarm as the realization that his mental state was fluctuating reached his conscious self. Something wasn't right. ...the mask... Was the room's air tainted with something?

"I... I do but, I think I'd like to go to the restroom for a moment." He once again motioned to sit up, his paws pressing down on the sides of the chair to lift himself, but once again his weight increased. How did he suddenly feel so heavy?

Rilt's voice met his ears once again, and began to sound softer. The words melded together into a soothing rhythm that relaxed all his muscles upon each iteration of that word...

"Please Grioden, we want you. We want you with us, and to lead our team. You belong here because you want to belong here.

"If you want to change your mind, all you need to do is sit up and walk out of this room. The door is still there. But I think you really want to belong.

"It's easier right now to relax and belong. It's a comfortable chair, and once we're done here, you can simply get up and leave if you wish, but for now, sit and rest.

"It feels good, doesn't it?

"Just sitting. In fact, the chair doesn't really feel like a chair anymore, does it? It feels more like you're floating on air.

"Just floating. Yes, that's better. So much more relaxing and peaceful now.

The rat's body went more and more limp with each passing second. He was fully conscious, and could perceive the room around him and the marten looking at him. His eyes remained open as his fingers and toes relaxed.

"No need to say anything Grioden, not now. The interview is over, and you've passed. In fact, you've passed with flying colors.

"I want all the stress you felt worrying about this job to go away now.

"Let all the concern about us accepting you and all your preparation flow out from your limbs and away from your body.

"Let each of your muscles relax, one at a time.

Gri let out a soft, slow sigh and smiled weakly. He shifted his weight slightly in the seat and the chair compensated to ensure every square inch of him was supported and comfortable. It felt like he was lying on the softest pillows, not a solid chair.

"Now Grioden, we're going to make you belong more than you ever could have belonged before. Would you like that?"

The rat's muzzle tilted ever so gently up and down in the affirmative, his mind nearing a state of blissful sleep.

"I'm so glad. Now, I want you to just sleep.

"Sleep.

"Sleeeeep.

As his eyelids became heavier than lead, Grioden finally succumbed to the embracing comfort of the seat, the soothing words of the masked mustelid, and the soothing air that entered and exited his lungs. His mind gently floated away from himself into a state of subconscious reality.

"Are you relaxed Grioden?"

"......yes......"

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

".......very....good...."

"You're going to belong now Grioden. It's going to be wonderful. We're going to start the process now. Are you ready?"

"......ready......."

The rat's body continued to float, his mind and limbs adrift in hypnotic bliss as the seat morphed its shape and position, lifting him up onto his feet once more.

"Can you stand now Grioden?"

He did so.

"That's lovely. Now please, remove your clothes so you can be more comfortable."

The rat's gaze remained locked straight ahead as he slowly, and gradually began to remove his sport coat. Rilt gently took it from him and placed it aside. Gri continued disrobing, undoing his shirt buttons, and eventually sliding out of his pants and t-shirt as well until only his boxers remained. The marten's mask softly hissed as he relieved the rat of his garments one at a time. Grioden even managed to utter a weak "thank you" as Rilt took them away.

"Oh you're quite welcome, it's no trouble at all. Now please, your boxers too Grioden. We want you fully relaxed. You have no need for shame when you belong here."

The rat's eyes twitched for a moment when he was asked to be completely naked, but he wanted to belong so badly, and it felt so good like this that he decided that it was best to do as he was asked. He handed Rilt the undergarment and sighed in relaxation, naked and blissfully unaware; his long tail was making a gentle swish behind his exposed rump.

After giving the rat an approving looking over, Rilt nodded and touched the control panel once more. The sound of rushing air through large ducts reached Grioden's ears, and he felt a soothing gust of gentle wind dance through his exposed fur. The slight chill made his uncovered male parts twitch slightly as he sighed.

"Lie back now, Grioden. It's time to be comfortable in your new place."

Rather than a controlled leaning back, Gri simply let his center of balance fall towards his rear, and had the chair not been in position inches behind him, he would have fallen to the floor with a thud. Instead, the amorphous seat matched his inertia and gently returned him to a prone position face up.

"How do you feel now? Is that better?

"Isn't it nice to belong with nothing to hide?"

".....Mmmmm....yes......."

"I thought so. Now, I want you to think about some of your favorite things. Fun things, fantasies, and good times. Things like that. Would you do that for me?"

"Mmm-hmm...."

"Marvelous."

The marten removed his mask and placed it aside as another figured approached the scene with a small cart. The newcomer handed Rilt a device that hummed, glowed and beeped. Roughly the size of a painter's brush, the object altered its color each time Rilt tapped it until the desired shade of bright, neon green appeared on its end.

"This will feel lovely Grioden. Keep those wonderful thoughts in your mind, and let me make you feel as good as you think."

A blissful and mindless grin crept across the rat's muzzle as Rilt touched the device to his belly and began to move it in gentle strokes as if he were painting. Everywhere the device touched, it left behind a strange oily paint-like mixture that immediately sank into Grioden's pelt, disappearing in his fur and dissolving into his skin. Everywhere the marten touched with it, the fur began to change. Gradually the areas that the oily substance slipped into began changing color to exactly the same shade of bright green as the device was. The marten hummed to himself happily as he "painted" a new coat onto the rat, following the natural color lines on his pelt and replacing his formerly dark grey stomach and chest with an incredibly bright fluorescent color. Being careful not to paint "outside the lines," Rilt completed the rat's front, and momentarily changed tools to a small device roughly resembling an oversized athletic cup with hoses, wires and lights covering it's outer side.

Gri did not even twitch as the marten very gently slipped the object over the hypnotized rat's genitals, and pressed it firmly against his groin.

"Now Grioden, do you have a favorite sexual fantasy?"

The rat's affirmative response was barely audible.

"Think about that now for me, would you?"

Immediately, the assistant tapped a control, and the object attached to Gri's privates hummed and vibrated for several seconds in place. A gasp of pleasure escaped the subject's lips and his toes began to curl as delicious tactile sensations spread over every inch of his flaccid member and supple sac.

"That's very good... You will have to share that fantasy with me sometime." The marten said with a wicked smile as the device ceased its ministrations, much to Grioden's subconscious disappointment. As Rilt gently pulled it away, a bright blue ring around Gri's crotch became visible, with markings somewhat similar to a gear's shape. In addition, all fur was gone from his ball sac, and his genitals shone bright red while sporting a throbbing erection that had developed inside the machine during his treatment. A digitized voice emanated from somewhere in the room with a monotonic statement.

"Forward docking point calibrated."

With Grioden completely under the power of the drug-assisted trance, his body now was utterly limp. Once the proper controls were pressed, the chair began morphing and gyrating once again, eventually repositioning him effortlessly into a facedown position lengthwise. Grioden's eyes were still open and still displaying a mindless, cheery emotion as the "paintbrush" returned.

"Your stripe is so lovely Grioden. I'm going to accentuate it for you. You should show it off."

Rilt leaned down to grace the hypnotized rat's head with a kiss before starting a new application. This time, the device painted an ultra-bright shade of yellow over Grioden's brown-furred stripe. Starting immediately above his pink nose, the marten masterfully applied the oily material up over his muzzle, between his eyes and ears and eventually down over his neck. The rat merely made a soft pleasured moan as Rilt permanently altered his appearance to the electric color all the way down his back. Noticing that the brown extended beneath his tail, the marten gestured to his assistant to lift the pink appendage. The "paint" now tickled its way into Grioden's private places and seeped deep into his flesh to transform its appearance for good all the way down.

As Rilt put the glowing device aside and the color faded into view along Grioden's back, the marten once again lifted the cup-like device into view.

"Now Grioden, this part is a little unfamiliar to you, but it will feel lovely. I want you to relax, and think of something very.....very......very.....naughty....can you do that for me?

The soft words were so convincing... so worthy of Grioden's trust... yet he just couldn't bring himself to agree just yet...

"Please, just relax and trust my voice. Belong. ....belong.....

"belong....."

His eyes dilating fully, Grioden's will became utterly sapped from himself at the utterance of that delightful word. And as his tail was lifted, and he felt his rump become spread open, he let himself fully into the paws of his new masters as he felt the pressure of a ring-like shape press against his taint and surround his tender tailhole. The familiar pleasurable touch vibrated against his private spot, and for a moment he felt that he had been silly to even worry in the first place. Yet as something slender touched his ring and began to slip past it, he suddenly let out a whimper. That wasn't supposed to happen... by no means a virgin down there, he still had very little experience with play from behind, and wasn't sure he liked where this was go---

"Belong...."

But....

"...Belong...."

....

"........belong......"

His rim relaxed with each iteration of the word, and with a soft sigh, the rat's backside relaxed and allowed the intruder to spread him. The slick probe vibrated as it descended past his ring, tickling and shaking his prostate in a way that felt strange and foreign, but pleasurable. How silly he'd been to not let it in. It belonged there...

"Gooooooood rat......"

The fur in his cleft tingled as the blue docking mark forever became part of him, and as the probe withdrew, his now bright red anus flexed wetly in the light before becoming concealed by his rumpcheeks closing over it. He felt slightly emptier now, and some part of him wanted that thing back where it belonged.

The electronic voice chimed once more, "Rear docking point calibrated."

"It will be back soon enough Grioden. Now sleep. Sleep deeply, and dream."

The rat's eyes closed, and he trailed off into oblivion just as he felt the gentle touch of the paintbrush to the nape of his neck, drawing a small circle.

"OK, he's ready..."

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NEW SUBJECT DESIGNATION ASSIGNED: RQK-001

ACQUISITION CONFIRMED

SUBDERMAL PIGMENTATION ALTERATION COMPLETE

PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION STAGE BRAVO PENDING

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE LOADED

DIRECTIVE-BASED STIMULI TEST READY

STANDBY NEURAL LINK

...EXECUTE

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"Wake up Grioden."

The voice was merely a distant echo. Perhaps the end of some bizarre dream that Gri was still in the midst of. Blackness and exhaustion overwhelmed the sleeping rodent, and the voice was summarily ignored.

"Wake up. It's time to wake up now."

The irritating vocals were insistently nagging, and soon the frustrated rat felt his conscious-self returning, much to his chagrin. He had enjoyed the deep slumber that he had been in the midst of, and knew he'd past the point of no returning to the strange, yet sensual dreams that reverberated through his psyche. His eyes blinked, then clamped shut as his lips curled into a lazy snarl.

"Shut......up!" he moaned as he held his paws against his face and rubbed his weary eyelids. "There'd better be a good reason you're waking me up this earl-"

Grioden froze, realizing he was on the floor, not his bed. Moreover, he was not on the floor of his room. Already distressed by this, he was further perturbed by the realization that he was not even in his own home, and the voice he was hearing was not his roommate's. Where on earth was he?

The interview...

The marten...

...the chair...

One look downward, and Grioden had the proof that his memory was of reality, and not a dream. He *squeaked* loudly as he was scrambling to his feet and turning his head left and right, looking over his violated body. He was standing alone in a small corridor, stark naked. The bright light of the space clearly showed that his body had indeed been changed in appearance; his usual muted fur colors now beaming with loud neon, and his crotch was surrounded by what appeared to be a blue-colored tattoo. He desperately started looking around for any kind of route to escape, all the while instinctively covering his bright-red privates with his paws and holding his red tail tightly downwards. The one whose voice that had called for him to wake up was nowhere to be seen, and he appeared utterly alone.

He half-shouted an interrogative "Hello?" and hoped his tone sounded more angry and indignant than scared. While he was pondering how unsuccessful he'd been, all of the light suddenly extinguished, making him inhale a sharp, surprised breath.

Slowly, light returned, but not full illumination. It was blue, almost violet, and hardly reflected at all off of the black walls. Yet, there did seem to be some source of light emanating from nearby him. It was greenish-yellow, and the glass-like surfaces of the walls seemed to only return this odd, eerie glow. He turned his head this way and that, trying to determine the source of the colored illumination, then swallowed. He slowly looked down, revealing that the light was coming from his own body. His belly beamed like a traffic light, and all around him, his "painted" skin and fur reflected the UV rays in near-blinding color all around.

Gradually removing his paws from himself, he looked down and was barely able to see his genitals as their coloration did not seem to return the light, yet they were framed by a brilliant, blue glow in the shape of a strange circular symbol. His movements caused a corresponding shimmer in the reflective walls, which were returning a distorted reflection of his beaming body-light, like some kind of futuristic, demented fun house.

"HELLO?! What the hell is going on here?!"

Grioden shivered, partially from the realization that the space he was in was slightly chilly, and partially because he felt a sudden rush of fear filling him. What had been done to him? Where was he? He took in a deep breath to try and calm himself, and muttered calmly: "Calm people live, panicked people die."

He sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. The corridor seemed to extend far into the darkness, disappearing in violet trails that evaporated into inky blackness. He wasn't going to bother pondering which way to go, since there seemed to be no indication of any difference between the two choices. But before walking, the rat collected his thoughts and pondered whether he should start walking at all. Should he wait in one place and see if someone came for him, or should he attempt to exit on his own? Was he being tested? Was this some sort of elaborate joke? Either way, he was going to get to the bottom of it, even if it did end badly, he intended to get some answers.

While he was thinking, the wall he was leaning against felt solid as stone, smooth as glass, yet uneven. Indulging in his curiosity as yet another way to calm himself, he turned towards the irregular surface and squinted his eyes slightly. His radiant head-stripe shined back at him from the alabaster-like wall, and he took a moment to examine the visage closely. The appearance was unsettling, yet oddly beautiful, with his face almost invisible save the stripe, bright nose, and glowing green whiskers from his snout. It gave him the look of a sinister cartoon character in a way, and while turning this way and that to look it over, he noticed something behind his reflection.

There was a consistency and a pattern to the dim and blurry image that lay deep within the wall, and as Grioden squinted slightly, it began taking shape in his sight as if it were morphing into a consistent arrangement right before his eyes. It swirled and spun like a weightless serpent, weaving and encircling itself into a round figure with three notches protruding from the outer edge. The rat's eyes widened as the recognition set in: the symbol was identical to the blue markings that had been painted around his tender areas. While still pondering the meaning of the bizarre connection, the icon evaporated like smoke and reformed itself into words written in letters that looked like they came out of a classic typewriter.

Control Brings Freedom

In an instant, the Orwellian phrase wisped away from his view, leaving the transparent surface devoid of anything save for blackness. Grioden pressed back against the wall with his paws and turned his head thoughtfully. Something about those words fit into his mind like a long-lost puzzle piece that completed a picture he'd been searching for his whole life. He wasn't a victim here. In fact, not only was he in control, he was going to make whoever was responsible for this charade fully understand how much he was in control. His lack of fear of making a decision was going to set him free. Standing swiftly, he looked down one direction of the corridor and turned towards the emptiness with a resolute expression.

"It's this way." he said, and began walking that direction.

As his naked footpaws softly padded over the cool, smooth floor, he suddenly heard a strange sound that resembled the low frequency rumble of heavy machinery coming from all around him. The narrow corridor began to widen before him as if opening up to make way for him. While simultaneously, the way behind him narrowed until the walls met acutely and sealed together as if by magic. Grioden swallowed as it occurred, and glanced behind him to watch while continuing to walk. The ultraviolet illumination kept his body glowing brightly; it beamed the flourescent color onto the floor all around him to light his path. The light splashed over the curved texture of the floor, and as the rat walked, it seemed to form spiral arcs which weaved and intersected with one another. With nothing else around him to see, Grioden simply watched the beautiful patterns encircling him as he strode through the widening space, and within only a few dozen paces, the sensory deprivation began playing tricks on his mind. Symbols, words, even faces appeared and vanished in the shimmering light.

...Belong...

The softly echoed word sparked a familiar sensation of calm and relaxation that began filling his mind, and soon the rat's thoughts began to wander. Those beautfiul swirling lights below his feet now seemed to react to him as if he were walking ont he surface of water and making ripples fan out in all directions with each footfall. His red eyes gently relaxed beneath the drooping eyelids, and while his body continued to walk, his mind sank into a blissful state of disconnected pleasure.

...Belong...

...and fantasize...

As the rodent slowed his pace from the increasingly resistant surface he walked along, his feet sank deeper into the floor with each step. His mind felt at ease, yet strangely guided. A gentle nudge was all it took for him to begin dreaming of happy memories. One particular recollection materialized: a fond, erotic memory of an encounter with a raccoon who had the tendency to wear revealing leather garments. Grioden had chased the ringtailed little tease at a party until finally sneaking off to a room and pressing him down into a bed. The two were cavorting and touching for almost an hour before falling asleep together after too much to drink.

While the rat was walking along, almost strutting through the knee-high liquid that rose up around him, between his legs rose a rigid erection that wobbled left and right with his gentle swagger. The fond memory played back and forth through his mind like a sensual highlight reel, exciting his senses and lulling him deeper and deeper into oblivion. Feeling as though he was going to fall over, he willed a pair of strong arms to hold him beneath his shoulders. An unseen force did so in obeyance. Grioden felt supported and loved by that which he controlled, and decided that his memory was insufficient. He recalled how the raccoon had only let him lay together with him, and even though he'd enjoyed it, Grioden wanted more. He adusted his memory, altering the chain of events that he knew transpired that night.

That raccoon didn't want to just cuddle. Oh no, he wanted the rat inside him. His leather shorts didn't stay on; they were pulled down out of the way. They didn't fall asleep together, that ringtail was swishing his supple, grey, naked rump cheeks towards him. Grioden didn't just lie down with him, no, he mounted that little bitch like it was breeding season.

The memory suddenly was becoming more vivid, and Grioden could feel the soft, moist opening spread around his manhood as it pierced between those grey buns to sink deep into the flesh of his prey. He could even hear adorable little slut squealing over the sound of claws raking against fabric as the tight hole flexed around his shaft. The rat's muzzle moaned happily, and the sound bounced off the swirling walls around him as the new memory took hold. His body was sinking deeper and deeper into the floor, and as he mentally slammed himself home into the whimpering raccoon in his mind, his cock became enveloped by the warm goo rising up, matching the sensations in his memory with that of his physical form. Each thrust into the memory of that adorable 'coon's behind was met with a gush of smooth liquid rushing over his member at the exact same pace, and as the rat's glowing body sank up to his neck in the mysterious fluid, the invisible arms supporting him released their soothing grip and pulled away.

The rat's brightly illuminated body now shimmered beneath the surface of the fluidic surface of the floor, which seemed to change its density and shape with each flicker of illumination. The rat's trance was so deep, that his vacant expression didn't register any recognition of the fact that his body was submerged, and that the warm goo was beginning to rise up his neck and chin. An invisible force beneath the surface continued to stroke him, mimicking the sensations of the tightest, silkiest little hole as the trance finally reached its conclusion.

Thumping bass from the next room filtered into the rat's ears, mixed with the desperate moans of the slutty raccoon boy underneath him whose ass was being repeatedly spanked by the hefty balls between Grioden's legs. He'd waited so long to feel this, and as his orgasm hit, their voices echoed together as if in an amphitheater, not a tiny bedroom at a party. The ringed tail curled around Gri's waist as the coon flexed his backside rhythmically around the rat's spurting shaft, tugging and pulling at his length with a strength that felt far beyond what should be possible. The pressure was sustaining his orgasm, and Grioden felt pins and needles through his body as his balls emptied more and more into the memory, the sensation becoming too much to handle as his mind began to rebel. He tried to pull out; but his hips were immobilized. He tried to yell, but his mouth only answered by opening noiselessly, and as the orgasm continued, the raccoon faded away, but the hole surrounding his cock sucked, flexed and pulled harder and harder.

Grioden became aware of physical contact over his entire body, with motion over every square inch teasing, stroking and rubbing against him. His muscles thrashed as he tried to escape the overstimulation that made his hips buck uncontrollably and his neurons fire in all directions; all the while his cock was being sucked dry like it was in a milking machine. The gooey substance that imprisoned him carried his semen away in a whirling spiral line, off into the unknown. Then, there was suddenly the feeling of a rushing flow as the goop applied pressure along his cleft, as if he were standing in front of a pool vent. It parted his cheeks wide, and exposed his ring and its bright blue illumination lewdly from beneath his tail, before he felt the gradual opening of his tailstar to the depths. He fought as hard as he could, clenching with full force, but it was as if something invisible was holding him open invitingly, and his submerged muzzle shot wide open as he felt the sickening gurgle of a torrent of liquid suddenly pouring its way into his bowel the wrong way. His now open maw was opportunistically met with an equal forceful flow of liquid, placing his barely-conscious self into such shock that his struggles ceased entirely.

The motionless, glowing rat was now held by unseen liquid forces within the blackness of the abyss, his gaping anus flexing around an invisible hose of rushing fluid as his throat swallowed away at the enveloping goo that surrounded him. His body long past being able to ejaculate or even comprehend an orgasmic state, he merely rode a wave of oversaturation of stimuli that rushed him through the remainder of his conscious state before his eyes drooped closed, liquid still gurgling its way deep into his body at both ends.

His mind had degenerated into a conflicting myriad web of sensation, fear and emotion, yet there was something that held his sanity together. A single word tugged from the center at all the widespread filaments that made up the spider web of his thoughts: "Belong."

Finally, Grioden did.

He was smiling; even as he felt his skin tingle and his insides shudder with what could only be sweeping unseen changes within him. He couldn't fully understand what was happening, but he welcomed it. And as he finally drifted into the comfort of coerced sleep, unfettered by his predicament any longer, his fur sloughed off to leave his skin naked, shimmering and shining like an oiled rubber suit.

He was not a rat anymore.

He belonged.

The flows ceased, and all noise abated. The rubber rat now simply hovered there, glowing and overwhelmed into unconsciousness. Dreamless sleep held him as two more submerged objects approached him. Each one pulsed with a blue light in the shape of the symbol that surrounded his groin and tailhole. Blinking like homing beacons, they sought out their respective docking points, and aligned themselves. One, a triangular codpiece that glowed with the blue gear in front, closed itself down onto his ball sac and shrinking shaft. The other, a probe that sank into his anus and swelled to seal itself inside while the base likewise glowed with a matching symbol from beneath his tail.

The ceiling of the fluid's surface then descended towards him, and soon the unconscious rubber rat emerged from the expanse of gooey liquid into brilliant white light. The liquid poured off of him like he had been waxed, with droplets shooting away in the direction of gravity as he was lifted from the oily depths.

Now lying naked on the porous surface that drained all the liquid away from around him, Grioden suddenly felt uncomfortable with the lack of support and awoke from his restful slumber. He leaned over; touching the floor with his new rubber paws and pushed his way up to his feet. The simple motion of standing now produced a vast array of squeaks, sqrrks, and chirps, and as he paused to look down over the shining, ultra-smooth body he now possessed, his smile grew once more into a wicked grin.

No more was he horrified or angered by what was being done to him. He beheld before his eyes the body he'd always wanted. The Vulcanis Corporation had fulfilled his wildest dreams.

The shape of his body was entirely unchanged by the operation, but the touch and feel of his form was startlingly different. The liquid he was immersed in had covered and transformed him entirely so that there was absolutely nothing left of natural rodent. The latex skin where his formerly light gray fur had been on his main body, legs and arms was now dark black. His dark grey belly and chest were now bright neon green, and his brown stripe, a sign of his mixed heritage of some other species, was now the bright yellow of hazmat suits. His teeth had become the same yellow color, and his whiskers were bright neon green. All of his exposed flesh; ears, tail, hand and foot paws had become bright red. His blunt claws had been smoothed over to harmless nubs.

It was obvious that the rat's body had been re-constructed for one purpose, and one purpose only: pleasure. As if to accentuate the fact, below his navel was a yellow arrow pointing downward, directly at his groin.

It made perfect sense to him. He was tired of having to laboriously put on rubber suits, leggings and gloves, then have to care for them, clean them and lubricate them in order to stay squeaky and smooth. Now he felt like a living toy; as if a gimp suit had been fused to his skin to the point where it had become his skin entirely, and every movement felt fluid and full of deliciously slippery sensations.

As he was stepping around to look himself over in admiration, each motion was giving him a soft reminder of the probe that pulsated in between his rubber butt cheeks. He gave a soft gasp and reached around to tug at it. It didn't budge, and nor did the unforgiving steel codpiece that glowed from his crotch.

"Sorry Grioden, those need to stay on for a little while longer. Your skin has completed its transformation, but there's still some 'percolation' that needs to happen."

The rat turned, facing the pine marten who confidently strode towards him in his lab coat. As if to underline what he said, a loud gurgling sound came from Grioden's belly, while a strange sensation tickled at him inside and caused a rush of wooziness for a moment before passing as quickly as it came.

"W-what....what is all this?"

The marten stopped in his tracks and tilted his head in bemusement. "Isn't it obvious? This is your sign-on bonus. You get to start your job fresh and new, with a body that will match your every need..." The marten walked around him in circles as his spoke, looking up and down over Grioden's form to admire the shining, naked rubber rat, before stopping to face him directly. "...and desire. In fact, there's only one step remaining. Your interface."

"My interface?" The rat queried, a nervous smile showing his yellow fangs.

"Mm-hmm. I know you've met Chris." The marten replied while gesturing with his head behind Grioden.

"Hey rattie!" The cheerful voice of the blue latex-covered wolf met Gri's surprised smile.

"Oh, hey! I'm.. um.. really happy to meet you...again... I think?" The other two laughed heartily at his confusion for a moment, making him respond with a nervous chuckle.

"Actually Gri, you didn't meet the real me exactly." The wolf reached up behind his head with his shining blue arms, and the sound of a zipper hit the air. In a moment of mind-bending horror, the wolf removed his entire face, and pulled it up to reveal that his head was, in fact, made of the blue latex that covered his body! The grey furry wolf head was nothing more than a mask that he tossed aside to reveal his shining blue visage, which framed a pair of glowing eyes.

As Grioden stammered for words, the wolf stepped up and embraced him, leaving a soft kiss against his slippery cheek. "Now you belong Gri. You belong with us." The touch of the wolf's smooth rubber paws and body against his own sent electric touches of pleasure to the rat's brain and soul, and he sighed and leaned into the loving embrace, turning his head towards the smiling weasel.

"I... I really don't know what to say..."

The marten chuckled and shrugged. "Well, at this point, some decide to say 'ouch.'"

Grioden's body spun as the wolf moved behind him, and in a simultaneous, swift motion, closed his powerful jaws around the rat's neck.

Yelping in surprise, Gri grabbed at the wolf's powerful arms to try and escape while squeaking and shrieking in pain and terror. The fangs were holding him fast, and he felt firm pressure at the base of his skull before the resistance gave way and something plunged into his head. The rat wailed as the device easily parted his new rubber head's surface and dove straight through to where his brain stem would be.

Contrary to what some might believe, the brain itself is actually incapable of registering pain. However, sensation does translate trough the surrounding muscles, tissues, and nerves therein, and when the device inserted itself directly into the base of Grioden's mind, the feeling might as well be described as pain. His vision filled with sparkling lights as he screamed in horror at the realization that something had been plunged deep into his head from out of the wolf's muzzle.

Millions of rubberized neural pathways were severed in an instant, making his body instantly go limp, and his eyes flicker. As the interface probe began to cut and re-wire his brain's contact with his spinal cord, microscopic gooey threads of nano-fluid fibers weaved their way deep into his brain to serve as the transmission lines for signals from the socket that now sat at the base of his skull.

Light began to come from beneath his irises, and his vision was momentarily filled with numbers. The wolf slowly released his teeth from the rat's neck and gently supported his body to guide him onto the floor. Feeling utterly betrayed, Grioden's rage and loneliness took hold as his body slowly began reconnecting his muscles with his brain.

The wolf leaned down over him to place his rubbery muzzle next to the rat's scarred, rubber ear to whisper, "I'm sorry that I had to surprise you with that. But there's really no other way to do it. He's yours now, and so am I. Do it. Take your place among us."

While he lay there, helpless and shaking, like an animated snake a cable slithered its way towards Grioden and homed in on the newly created socket that had been installed into his rubbery head. When the cable inserted itself with a solid 'click,' Gri felt as though he was being transported to every place imaginable. The entire facility collapsed into his mind into a sphere the size of a marble, and he floated over it and began rolling it between his fingers like a child's toy. His mind's eye then flew back into the world at sickening speed, returning him to his own body, which still lay motionless on the floor.

Power flowed in through his mind, and out to his fingertips and toes. The furious rodent's anger flowed back into the massive computing system that he was now neurologically linked to, and the whole facility began to rumble as if an earthquake were approaching.

Rilt casually moved towards the "I want to know if you've truly found what we needed you to find in that maze, Mr. Cusegivorn. I mean, we threw you in there to learn something. Well, did you, lab rat?" The marten asked as he squatted over the prone rubber rodent.

The rubberized rodent snarled in reply. "What did you just call me?"

"I called you a lab rat. We threw you into a maze and experimented on you. What would you call yourself?" The marten's expression was unchanged; bemused confidence was the only thing he showed while the rubberized rodent before him bared his teeth in anger.

"I call myself, in control of YOU!" The rat shouted and found himself lifted up effortlessly, and he pointed at the now-startled mustelid accusingly as moving liquid tendrils that had risen from the floor gently placed him onto his feet. Rilt turned, breaking into a full run from the enraged rodent, only to be instantly stopped by another set of inky black tendrils which seemed to come from everywhere around him. They grasped the startled marten by his limbs, neck and torso and carried his flailing self over to Grioden and his wicked smile.

"Wait! Wait! This isn't part of your programming!" The weasel shrieked as the furious rat tore away the lab coat, and began shredding the marten's remaining clothing with his teeth like a feral monster. Each nano-fluid tentacle now an extension of his own mind, the rat used them like an army of hands to move the frightened creature this way and that and pulled everything off him until he was naked, spread eagle and yelling as he struggled. "C-Chris! HELP!"

The rat's eyes burned like fire; light beaming from them with impossible intensity. His voice became an omnipresent vibration that shook the walls of the space, seemingly coming from everywhere.

"You pathetic little weasel! You've put me in direct contact with the entire facility's systems! I AM THE PROGRAMMING!" his thundering words boomed throughout the facility, with reverberations echoing up all the way to the lobby far above them. "Now, let me share that fantasy with you, you manipulating little bitch!"

More liquid tendrils were coming from the porous floor below, and seemed entirely under the control of the rat. Another one appeared before him, and took hold of the metal plate on his groin, and easily removed it. The rat's body no longer requiring blood, his red latex erection rose up in front of the cross-eyed weasel in seconds.

"N-Noo!" As Rilt struggled, flailed and screamed, the rat's snake-like minions carried the red furry creature through the air to position his behind right up against Grioden's crotch. The rat didn't push in as much as the tendrils pulled Rilt down onto him. And as the new manager of the Vulcanis Corporation's latex laboratory vats began sinking his rubber penis up the asshole of the helpless marten, he felt every square foot of the facility now accessible within his own will.

Chris had, at this point, managed to get within inches of the door, but by no means was Grioden unaware. He allowed the rubber wolf to almost taste the air outside the room before an army of tendrils surged forth from the vats beneath the floor and lunged towards him. A shrill, canine "YIP!" split the air as the black gooey lengths assaulted him and grabbed at everything they could, immediately throwing him to the ground with a sickening thud. The rubber creature could barely struggle at all as he was dragged across the floor to Grioden and lifted in the air to his left. The rat's glowing head turned slowly towards him and glared, the marten still getting fed inch after inch of the rubber rat's dick up his ass while squealing continuously.

"And you..." the rat seethed with a cold anger that echoed through the walls of the facility and made Chris' ears pin against his head "...put your fangs at my throat without my consent again and I shall make your mind my toy! I will force you to HOWL and beg for forgiveness like a street mutt begs for scraps! Just like this..."

The rubber wolf's consciousness was forcibly invaded as a pair of tendrils pressed to his temples and accessed his rubberized brain. Chris suddenly felt himself departing from his body, only able to watch and feel as his muscles acted of their own free will. Grioden injected pure arousal directly into the wolf's brain, producing a rigid rubber canine erection in seconds while he was positioned behind Grioden and forced to embrace the rat and press that blue erection under his tail. His eyes had become glazed over and mindless, as the rat controlled him like a puppet. While Grioden mercilessly slammed his squeaky latex hips against the marten's helpless ass, his tendrils removed the probe from his behind so that the puppet rubber wolf could now slip inside him. Gri quietly whispered to the mind-controlled wolf.

"Dock."

Grioden hummed in pleasure as the mindless rubber wolf puppet locked onto the blue symbol around the rat's anus to guide his member inside; the slippery knot popping inside wetly to hold the warm body of the canine against his own. Chris could only howl and moan in mixed ecstasy and pain as the asshole he was tied with suddenly clamped down upon him like a vice, forcing him to fire ropes of latex lubricant-like semen into the smooth rubber bottom of his new superior. While the living sex toy writhed in forced ecstasy, a black tendril rose up behind him and began morphing itself into a perfect reproduction of Grioden's own member, lying in wait beneath the smooth blue butt cheeks. The snake-like appendage swayed and dripped from its end as it waited for the moment when the wolf quieted down from his initial tying with the rubbery rodent.

When that moment came, Chris' mind and body shook as he cried out pathetic, strained howls that the snarling rat's ears heard merely as music. The reproduction of Grioden's cock speared the helpless canine open without mercy, plunging into the blue rubber wolf toy's ass on a quest for his still-working prostate, until the organ was mashed flat by the unyielding rubber tip that immediately began spurting ropes of silicone. The mindless rubber toy was unable to do anything save absorb all the sensation, stretching, and fluids, while screaming out in the hopes his desperation would save him from the sensory overload.

But the reaction merely pushed the rat right over the edge into a solid orgasm of his own that he practically willed himself into. Grioden jetted several bursts of lubricating cum up into the squealing marten before him, who struggled as he felt the rubber cock throb and gush into his insides, flooding him to capacity until the translucent liquid was pouring out the ring of his asshole and down his legs.

Grioden stroked the struggling creature calmly throughout the bone-shaking orgasm, and once again softly spoke the word "dock," hardly audibly over the two wailing creatures against him. His own rubbery penis began growing, much to the chagrin of Rilt, who grit his teeth as the member swelled from the base to form its own 'knot' and lock the poor weasel onto the rubber rat's groin as his second prisoner. Grioden gripped the marten tightly in an embrace as several more splashes of liquid spurted their way into the fuzzy backside that was securely tied onto him, while Chris' warm rubber arms held him likewise. The whimpers of the marten quieted gradually, once his flesh and blood erection had emptied the load from his balls due to the forceful pressure within, and at last, the room was once again quiet.

As the trio stood (although, it was less standing and more simply being positioned vertically,) Grioden sighed happily. The rat had established his control, and organized his subordinates into their rightful positions. Both Rilt and Chris were subjugated and physically imprisoned to the rat's rubber body by their most intimate places, ensuring they would never forget who held the power now.

The silence was finally broken once more by Rilt's wavering, but cheerful voice. "Well, I consider that a phenomenal success... wouldn't you Mr. Cusegivorn?"

"Oh yes. Most certainly."

Grioden's voice did not come from his mouth, but it was undoubtedly his. Then, it clicked. The startled rat suddenly realized that the voice he'd heard in his mind from the very beginning, guiding him through the offices, telling him he belonged, and helping him in the "maze" was, in fact, his own.

Instantly, the light faded, the characters disappeared, and even Grioden vanished from existence within the space. The marble shrunk once again, landing into a rubbery rat paw, which playfully rolled it around between the slippery fingers

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"I was concerned at the beginning that your subconscious has betrayed itself and the trance simulation had failed." Rilt said while walking up underneath the suspended rat who hung from the ceiling by several dozen smooth liquid-latex tendrils. He tapped at his control pad to sever the neural link and finalize the simulation's shutdown.

"That wasn't the only point along the way where there was a reality breach into near-consciousness." The rat replied. "However, overall I'm very pleased at how the simulation progressed. Is the new subject ready for induction?" Gri smiled and stretched his rubber limbs lazily as a mechanical milking hose withdrew from his crotch to leave behind his bright red, dripping member, the hose's blue docking symbol glowing along with Grioden's.

"Oh yes, he most certainly is. We've made him an offer that he's sure to accept, and I expect him to arrive at the facility shortly."

The tendrils gently lowered the rat to the floor, and then whisked away into oblivion within the floor and walls as if they never existed save for one that placed a robe into his outstretched paw. "Marvelous. And thank you, by the way, for assisting me in this experiment. My induction into the facility was so wonderful, that reliving the experience mentally was something I simply had to try."

"Of course Gri! I'm pleased to be able to help, and the company was happy to lend the resources since you've done so much to improve efficiency around here. Of course, you do realize that you're my equal within the organization, not my superior, yes?"

"You're a sweetheart Rilt." The rat happily ignored the indignant jab with a wink, and simply kissed his good friend and co-worker sweetly, eliciting a cheerful 'oot' from the weasel. The marten knew he was superior on paper, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was allowed the power he had because Grioden simply chose to obey the stipulations of his rank. Ultimately, there was very little preventing the rat from having a set of drones throw him into a rubberizing machine and turn him into yet another willing, squeaky creature, regardless of how much trouble he would then be in from up high.

"So who is the new recruit?" Grioden asked.

"Oh I think you'll appreciate his situation. He's an otter triathlete, who wants to be able to swim faster than a dolphin."

"Oh my. Well, we certainly can help 'smooth out' his drag coefficient, can't we?" the rat said while beaming a toothy smile.

Rilt laughed. "Oh yes, and thankfully, he's signed all the release forms!"

The circular door closed behind the laughing pair, and as the lights went out, a quiet splashing was all that could be heard within the room.

• To Be Continued -