{"sf1_id":701303,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Diogenes Takes Control","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2533,"posted_at":"2014-05-05T12:08:00.000Z","tags":["Fanatsy","Fantasy","Human","M/F","M/M","Ogre","Punishment","Rape","Revenge","Tiger","Transformation","Unicorn"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/701303-diogenes-takes-control","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/701303","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=701303\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of The Life of Diogenes","content":"                Diogenes\ndecided to take a break. He was rather pleased with himself.  If what the residents here were telling him\nwas true, he could finally make a difference to someone's life. True, he was\nstill determining how real this world was, but from the way it made him feel,\nhe found it hard to disregard as entirely make believe. He knew his old dreams,\nthough they were foggy, and they never had the strength of realism this place\nhad. It was like his dreams were only pale images of what was going on around\nhim now.                Dragons!\nLions! Cartoony characters he would never have dreamed of as sexual playthings.\nPeople certainly had a lot of fantasies he had never ever considered before.\nBut now... That got him thinking of his Kakhra. She was based on his cat. He\nhoped someone was taking care of her during his, uh, absence. She had a feeder\nand a big litter box, but that wouldn't hold her forever.                His\nthoughts seemed to react with his environment. The leopardess appeared out of\nnowhere.                \"Yes\nmaster!\" Her voice was all bounce and mirth.                \"Sorry.\nI was just thinking about my cat. I didn't mean to disturb you.\"                The\nleopardess stretched and extended her claws, examining each one minutely. \"I\nhope she'll be fine. But here I'm your cat, master!\"                \"Don't\ncall me that. I'm not your master.\"                \"True,\nyou did set me free. But I owe my being to you, and my freedom. I guess I don't\nknow what to do without you. But I do know what to do with you! They don't call\nfelines pussies for nothing!\"                Diogenes\nlaughed long and hard. He had never felt so free as he did here. It was like\nfounding his own country and setting his own rules. The only problem he could\nforesee was that he had no idea how many subjects he would eventually have. It\ndepended on so many factors. Heck, they might not even be limited to animal\nforms. There could, and probably was, human forms, and plants forms, and fish,\nand whales and...                He had\nto wonder what a plant form might be. But he didn't wonder to hard. Who knows\nwhat might pop up. He wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet. He took up\nhis old mistress on her offer, and they spent a lot of time enjoying each\nother's company. They talked in the afterglow of their encounter.                 \"So my\nlovely dark mistress; how am I to set everyone free? I hardly would like to\nthink I must have sex with them to accomplish something so noble!\"                The\nleopardess snuggled in close. \"Me too. I'd like to keep you for myself. But I\ncan't answer that. You are an anomaly here, and as such, the normal rules don't\napply. I don't even think they exist for you.\"                So\nyou're saying I could just as easily make you a human?\" He didn't wait to hear\nher reply. She was suddenly a dark human girl, with dark pattern skin, green\neyes, and luxurious black hair. She felt the change, but lacking a mirror, she\ncould only imagine what she looked like. He did her the favor of producing a\nmirror.                \"Roaw!\nThis isn't as bad as I imagined! And I still feel like me!\"                He was\nlooking her over. \"I have good taste! \" And so saying that, turned her back. \"I\nfind I prefer things pretty much as they are. I'm glad the three boys didn't\nmind the upgrade to their appearance. They seemed a little too innocent looking\nfor this place and all they had been through.\"                Kakhra\nstared in the mirror again. \"You know, I don't think I've ever had this perspective\non how I looked. I am lovely!\"                \"Of\ncourse you are. Why wouldn't you be?\"                \"Not\neveryone here has been so kindly graced. You have kindness in your heart. Not\nall creators are created equal.\"                That\ngot him thinking. Who would want an ugly dream partner? What would be\nconsidered ugly? He had to think what he, Diogenes Smith, would view as\nunpleasant.                The\nfunny thing was, while he had aesthetically pleasing taste, he found the only\nthings he didn't like were bad people, and therefore, bad intentions and\nactions. Besides, he could do a makeover to anyone here.                \"Kakhra,\nhow would a person differentiate a creator from a, well, whatever you are?\"                \"They\nwould normally be the only ones initiating physical contact, but you have\nblurred the lines now. Why?\"                \"I\nwould like to look in on some of their doings. It seems that there are a few\npeople out in the world who need to be taught a lesson!\"                She\nshrunk back from him. \"Are you suggesting that we hunt down the creators?\"                \"Only\nthose that are here and now. I won't bother anyone who is behaving, but if I\nfind someone abusing another person from this world, I'll deal with them\nmyself.\"                \"But\ncan you affect another creator?\"                \"I\nguess there's one way to find out!\"                So off\nthey went in search of a creator. He had no idea how to begin, but Kakhra did.\nSoon they found an old man happily plugging away on the ass of an ass. As they\nboth seemed happy with their little act, they were left undisturbed. The\nleopardess explained the two. \"The creator Is an old farmer, and he has always\nhad a thing for his animals, but was afraid of showing it. Here he can do\nwhatever he likes, but he is always kind. Sometimes I think that his servants\nhere are actually his real animal, if that's possible. Diogenes had no idea if\nthat was or wasn't.                After a\nfew unsuccessful attempts, they found the most horrific of scenes. A beautiful\nunicorn, all white, with a lovely flowing tail and main, was chained in a\nstinking stable. Behind her was an ogre, obviously the real inward appearance\nof her creator, despite what he might look like in the other world. The things\nhe was doing were unspeakable, leastwise for poor Diogenes.  He couldn't imagine doing what he saw to\nmerely humiliate and degrade a person, even one that might not be real.                He balled\nup his paws into rock solid fists and strode into the scene. The ogre, with its\ncharacteristic stupidity, gazed at him in confusion. The tiger ended his slow\nworking mental processes with a fist to the head. The beast fell to the floor\nunconscious.                The\nunicorn was hardly excited. For all she knew this was some worse dream\nconcocted to make her life even more horrible. She could just imagine the claws\nsinking into her flanks as this huge (handsome, but savage looking) beast\nrepeating raped her. It would only be different in that at least this abuser\nhad some looks.                She\nknew she was right when he approached her from the rear. She didn't even have\nthe strength to lift her tail in submission. Then she heard the chains rattle.\nThen she heard a rending of metal as the chains snapped. She looked back to see\nthe tiger tearing the manacles on her legs. She felt a slight thrill. When he\ngot to her front and did the same there, she gave him a lick.                 \"Thank\nyou, but I think you're wasting your time. I don't know who you are, but you\ncan't get away with attacking a creator!\"                \"That's\nno creator. That's a molester; a filthy nasty excuse for an intelligent being!\"                \"Perhaps,\nbut when he awakens, I'll be back in my chains again.\"                Diogenes\nlooked at the ogre. He was snoring, which make him wonder just what condition\nthe creator was in right now. Sleeping in a dream? He had done that, and\nfigured once you were in a dream, simple things like this meant nothing. He\nwalked around the ugly beast. He wanted to teach this guy a lesson, but how?\nAbusing an ogre hardly seemed like a practical thing to do. Especially a male\nogre...                The\ncreator finally woke up, in the dream. Apparently getting knocked unconscious\nin a dream was enough to keep you out in real life. He was dazed, and trying to\ncomprehend why he was bent over. His hands were on the ground...except his hands\nweren't hands. They were hooves. And in front of him stood his pretty unicorn.\nExcept that he slowly came to see that it was in fact a mirror. He was now the\nunicorn. His four legs were shackled and he could plainly see the terror\ndeveloping in his own eyes.                That\nfear increased when a tiger came into view. He had never seen anything like\nthis before. And the thing talked!\"                \"I\ndon't like you. It's nothing personal, because I don't know who you are. But I\nthink that if you're going to dish out punishment where none is deserved, you\nshould be able to take it. I had a conversation with Marelyn and... He paused\nbecause the other creator had a blank look on his face.                \"You\nmean you created her and you never even knew her name? I find that to be\nunforgivable. I wasn't clear on my own creation, but I didn't torture her in\nany way. In fact, I think in my own way I love her.\" Kakhra wasn't in sight,\nbut he heard her voice. \"I heard that!\" She sounded excited.                He\nignored her. \"So as you see, you are now in Marelyn's shoes. I think that maybe\nyou need a dose of what you've been giving her. I don't personally have time to\ndole out the proper punishment, but I have been granted the right to first\nblood. Have you ever seen a real tiger's cock before?\"                The\ncreator shook his head.                 \"Well,\nyou might think that it looks like this,\" he said, willing his slightly\noversized cock into view. \"But you'd be wrong. All felines have a rather nasty\nbarb system. It looks like this.\" He adjusted it to look almost like a real\ntigers. \"Kind of ugly, isn't it? Don't worry. I won't use it on you.\"                 The\nother creator could see the terror in his own eyes dissipate.                \"No,\nyou see, I think a combination of the two is in order for you. And just so you\nknow, at the beginning here, your present form is a virgin, just like you\ndreamt up for Marelyn each and every time. That means I'll have the pleasure of\nbreaking you open and making you bleed. I think that should give you a taste of\nwhat you've been doing to others.\"                The\nterror in his eyes increased tenfold.                Diogenes\nwasn't sure he had it in him to be cruel. But after what he had witnessed, he\nfound it less being cruel than getting even. The bible said an eye for an eye,\nso his method of punishment was fitting. He was debating whether his\nparticipation was appropriate. Part of him was afraid he would be into it too\nmuch, leading him down a one way path. Then he smiled. That might be, for only\nthose who deserved it.                 Steeling\nhimself, Diogenes grabbed the \"mare's\" tail and immediately found himself a little\ntoo short to reach. The ogre had been pretty big and tall. He considered a\nmoment before choosing to shrink the mare. After all, when he was done, there\nwould others to take his place. A smaller equine might be appealing to them.                He\nlined up and slammed his cock in. He actually winced, for he knew the spine\ncoated piece of meat was going to hurt...the mare. The creator let loose a whinny\nthat was painful on the ears. The tiger just kept pushing it in until his\nstriped belly fur was smack dab against the mare's haunches. He found to his\ndismay that his present cock wasn't nearly as sensitive as the one he had been\nsporting. Apparently it was producing some pretty intense feelings in his\nunwilling partner.                The\nunicorn was violently trying to break free. It was amazing how those who could\ndish it out couldn't take it. The subdued creator would have been better\nholding still. All that wiggling was making the tiger all the hornier. He\ndecided he had better get this over with. It was meant as a punishment, not a\nself gratification for himself.                 He\ncould already feel the blood dripping down, and despite knowing that it wasn't\nquite real, he still felt it was unnerving. It did seem to help with reducing\nthe friction just a little. He could have fixed that himself, but remained\nfirmly entrenched in his plan. He sunk his claws into the rump of the unicorn\nand pounded away. After a while, he willed his ears to grow deaf so he didn't\nhave to listen to the pitiful noise.                The\ntrembling from the equine body was translating into a whole different set of\nsensations. Diogenes started to really put hip thrusts into his movements,\ngrinding upwards with preternatural force. Soon the rear hooves of the unicorn\nwere lifted off the floor with each thrust. Even with his paws holding the back\nend, his violence was taking precedence. Finally, with a huge roar, he slammed\nit in with the speed of a cheetah, leaving no doubt he was getting off on his\nduty.                He held\nstill while he filled up the bruised and bleeding insides of the mare, claws\ndigging in but not breaking the skin. He could feel the strong pulses of his\nballs pumping hot fluid into the quivering equine body. Diogenes almost felt\nbad, but not enough to discontinue his punishment for the creator. This was,\nafter all, only the warm up.                He\npulled out slowly, prolonging the contact between soft equine flesh and stick\nbristly penis. The mare was stomping its feet and its teeth were chattering.\nWhen the tip of his cock came out, the mare nearly collapsed on the floor.                \"Now\nyou know what you've been doing. It's not fun, is it?\"                He\nstepped away and whispered into the shadows. \"You're turn!\"                Out\nstepped Marelyn. Only now, instead of a pretty white unicorn mare, she was a\nhuge, fire eyed, black coated demon of a unicorn, thanks to Diogenes. \"How long\ndo I have?\"                \"Who's\ncounting? I say until you grow tired of it is soon enough.\"                \"Grow\ntired? You have a lot to learn. We never grow tired!\"\u003c?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = \"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office\" /\u003e                The two\ndoctors were comparing notes. \"This is most unusual! I wonder if there is some\nkind of new virus going around.\"                \"He's\nbeen tested. It's much like that other case, that Smith fellow. Coma with no\nknown injury, with the rapid heart rate and involuntary muscle movement. The\nonly difference in this fellow is the persistent bleeding from the rectum.\nThere doesn't seem to be a reason for it, but it acts like trauma. It reminds\nme of the skin lesions on Mr. Smith.\"                 \"Curious\nindeed. We'll run him through the scanner and see what shows up. Otherwise,\nwe'll keep him under observation for as long as necessary.\""}