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"It will only hurt a little. Not even a pinprick. And then once it's over you'll be healed completely. Why, I bet you'll be able to dance right out of the building!"

The older gentleman grinned as he held the device in his hand. It was only a mockup, but it was a good representation for the woman currently sitting in the wheelchair. She was a younger femme, just a few years out of college, and by the large ears on her head it was clear she was a fennec of some sort. She fidgeted nervously in her wheelchair, but it was clear that movement was only from the waist up. Below that she was completely immobile, save the rocking of the chair itself from her anxious movements.

"You're sure? I won't feel it at all?"

"I promise. The technology is rather new, but the surgical process is standard. A simple slit, an insertion, and then we seal it up! We almost don't need to use anesthetic. It's a much less hairy process than... the first time." That made the girl's ears perk a little in worry, but she calmed down as she looked at the device again. She understood it about as much as her eyes would tell her, but otherwise she was out of luck. It looked almost like an older mp3 player, only without a screen. On the end of it was a long wire with a bed of pins at its tip. The business end of the device, as it were.

"Alright... I guess if it will... if it's how I'm going to walk again. And I'll be able to dance again?"

"I promise."

To put the situation into perspective, the gentleman was a bear named Dr. Draves, a rather renowned neurosurgeon, and an expert on spinal structures. The girl on the other hand would flick her ears if anyone ever said "Giselle." She was a ballet student for many years, training and honing her craft, but as Draves wheeled her down the hall in her chair, it was clear that life had got in the way. One car accident later, and she was now a receptionist. Her college studies in the styles of dance had unfortunately been wasted, and leaving her with a large student debt and an even larger medical bill, until Draves contacted her.

Giselle looked down the halls of the hospital, finally starting to smile, and even sneaking a peek at Dr. Draves, who she swore didn't even have a first name. He was one of the doctors that had performed her initial surgery on her, making sure the damage to her spine was reduced to only one location. He had saved her life after the accident, making sure she wasn't confined to a breathing apparatus for the rest of her life, and he swore he would help her walk again. A spinal augmenter, as he called it, would serve as the communicator for the damaged portion of her spine, and allow her to once again be able to move and sense her full body. Her thoughts went back to dancing on a stage, just like in college. She wasn't sure if she'd ever have a chance for true stage work, but for now all she longed for was to just dance for herself.

The fennec smiled and giggled to herself, waving off her fantasies. First the operation, and then physical therapy, then she could see about dancing again. Soon she was in the pre-operating room. It led to one of the smaller non-emergency rooms, but she was still getting the very best care possible. Draves helped her up out of her wheelchair and set her down on a waiting table. "Umm... thank you again, Doctor. I... I really don't know how to pay you back if it works..."

"It will work. I can promise that. It's still an experimental technology, but the progress made from this work will help thousands of patients suffering from the same condition as you. And don't worry about paying me back. Your medical bills are all being paid for by my research grants. I'll even see about getting them to pay for your earlier medical bills."

"R-really?! Wow I... I don't know what to say."

"Most would say thank you, and to that I'd say you're welcome."

Giselle quickly gave her thanks to the bear as he moved to get things ready. He pulled a plastic-sealed hospital gown from one of the medical cabinets and handed it to her before he headed for the operating room. He closed the door behind him, giving Giselle the privacy she needed to get herself changed. It was always a difficult challenge to change without the control of one's legs, but hopefully that wouldn't be an issue soon.

She sat and waited on the table, her back propped up against the wall and keeping her in place. Soon Draves returned, fully clothed in surgeon's garb. Giselle blushed a little, as she was becoming much more conscious of how revealing the gown was. The bear grinned and held out a hand to her. "Here, let me help you." He picked her up gently, carrying her in his arms into the lab. The fennec blushed at the treatment. He wasn't a muscular man but a bear would have no trouble carrying an atrophied fennec around. She would have admired the man had this been a different situation, but for now she respected him as her physician.

The operating room was quiet and clean, with slightly ominous lighting. Only a single line of fluorescent tubes over the table lit the room. It also seemed there would be no nurses or assistants, but it was clear Draves preferred it that way. He set her down on her stomach, and rested a paw on her upper back. The fennec breathed out in mild surprise. Draves spoke in a calm and controlled tone. "Alright... tell me when you can no longer feel any sensation." His paw slowly traced down her spine, causing her to gasp at his touch until it faded away. She knew he hadn't pulled his hand away, he'd simply reached the point of her paralysis.

He tapped that point a few times with a marker before reaching for a small gas tank. "Alright, its time, Giselle." She looked up at him and smiled, seeing what he was reaching for. "Just breathe into this, nice and deep, and when you wake up... well... hopefully you'll be able to feel the difference." The fennec nodded and breathed in deep, trusting the man who had helped her once before. As she drifted off to medicated sleep, a grin formed on the large bear. A rather uncharacteristic grin as he stared at her. Time to begin.

Giselle slowly stirred awake, knowing that the surgery was over from the soreness she felt at her spine. Now more than ever could she feel where her paralysis started, and for some reason it felt more apparent than before. The fennec lifted herself on her arms and looked around, finding that she was completely alone.

It seemed Draves had left her to wake up on the operating table, letting her find the room as quiet as it was when she first arrived. She shifted around slowly, looking down at her now-exposed back as best she could. The gown appeared to have had an opening cut in it where the surgery had taken place. She gasped as she saw just a few glimpses of the installed device. She practically scrambled, trying to find something to let her see it closer, but her paralysis still prevented any movement. Draves soon returned, holding a small mirror in his hand, and something metallic in the other. "Glad to see you're awake. The surgery went smoothly, Giselle. If this doesn't work, nothing will."

He quickly held the mirror up for her, letting her angle it to see her lower back. The device was very small compared to the mockup, closer to a matchbox than an mp3 player. It seemed to be buried deep into her flesh, and was secured to her spine to the point of it being impossible to remove. It was exactly what she expected of the device, although one thing was bothering her. "It's... not what you showed me, Doctor." She reached down and ran her finger along it, or was about to if Draves hadn't gripped her hand and pulled it away. She finally realized just how much power the man really had, but her mind was still on the device.

"Remember, what I showed you before was only a mockup. It was better to show the older version we tested in a lab before the clinical trial version, which is small and... sensitive. Besides, wouldn't you prefer something not as bulky and heavy if you are to dance again?" He held up the metallic object in his hand, clearly a remote control, and opened the back. He was slowly fiddling with what looked like dials, but it wasn't exactly clear to her eyes.

"What is that?"

"It's your controller. More specifically it's the way your device connects your upper and lower spine." He showed the front of it, showing several buttons that appeared to be for more common use than the dials on the back.

"Shouldn't that be... inside of me? I dunno... I mean, doesn't it just need to reconnect my spine?"

"Well that's the beauty of this. I found that just a blunt signal is neither effective nor painless, so I had this little controller built. It basically controls what signals are sent to your brain, and vice versa, what signals get through to your lower back. This remote lets you tailor the signals you want to send, understand?"

"I think so, so that's to help me move better? Like... a different signal would be used for dancing than for walking?"

"Right you are! It's a bit less specific than that, but you're on the right track. I knew you were a smart one." He smiled at her, and she couldn't help beam at the praise. "Now... tell me if you feel anything." He finished tuning the dials on the back, and flipped some sort of internal switch. Immediately Giselle felt something she hadn't in years. She felt her own toes.

She was frozen, like a deer in headlights. All she could get out was a simple. "It works." It wasn't quite enough information for Draves, so he continued to tweak at the controls. Slowly the sensations returned to her feet. It wasn't just the toes, she could feel the bottom of her feet, her ankles. Her legs were slowly coming back to life again. Everything felt alive and sensitive. She blushed a little as she realized how sensitive her inner thighs were. Had they always been that sensitive? Her mind went away from the sensations to attempts to move, which found no success. "It's... not working, Doctor. I can feel... I can feel everything again, but I still can't move!"

Draves waved his finger at her as he still worked on the remote. "Tsk. Tsk. Not done yet. Your mind is reconnecting long forgotten sensations. It's better to do this in a gradual way than to suddenly overload your mind." He slowly started to rotate a few more dials. "There, try moving your toes at the very least." As he rotated the last dial Giselle could have sworn her thighs were more sensitive. No... it wasn't her thighs... Her mind left the sensations again as she saw that her toes were clearly wriggling, exactly as she wanted. "It... it works!" She could barely contain her excitement, and couldn't contain her tears. "Oh thank you!" In the spur of the moment she reached out to hug him in thanks, and found her body falling off the table. Draves didn't catch her.

She clenched her eyes tight, expecting a hard slam on the ground. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down, seeing something she hadn't expected: she was clearly standing on her legs. Granted they were shaking wildly and were severely weakened from how they used to be, but those were her legs, and she was standing on them. She couldn't help but bring back all the fantasies of being on stage again. Drave's expression implied his fantasies were far darker, and poor Giselle was too caught up in the success of the experiment to catch his reactions. Draves grinned and patted her shoulder. "We have quite a bit of work to do." His hand then reached for the controller, turning a dial he hadn't touched before.

Giselle gasped out, feeling that sensation in her thighs increasing. No, it was clearly from a place she hadn't thought about in a long time. Her injuries had taken her mind away from such impulses, and now they were back in her mind and stronger than ever. She turned and pressed her chest up against Draves, letting her rear stick out as she leaned onto him for fear of falling again. "Doctor I... something feels... wrong?" Draves smirked and continued to turn the dial more until she couldn't help but moan out. Something clearly was wrong. It actually felt good, and her mind finally knew where. It felt exactly like her feminine region was being touched, but she knew she wasn't being touched, not by her or Draves. "Doctor I... I think the implant didn't work."

"Of course it worked, dear... we just need to tune this more." He rotated the dial more, and as she did so the pleasure only increased. A blush formed in the girl's face, and as the stimulation increased she couldn't help but let her mind wander. It felt like someone was touching her, licking her, flicking their fingers at places so few had ever known. She tried to back away but Draves pressed his hand directly on her rear, keeping her close and groping one of her cheeks. The surprise rear stimulation pushed her over the edge, and right in front of her doctor she climaxed, staining the floor with plenty of sexual buildup.

Draves smiled as his grip on her rear only tightened, using it not just to pleasure her but to keep her in place. "The device does other things besides relaying the signals on your spine, it can also change the power of those signals. With further practice you might one day dance again, albeit you'll dance as I tell you to. Do you understand? You do as I say, and you will be rewarded by me. Pavlov would be proud of this level of conditioning. And, if you try to defy me... I'll take it all back... and then some." He stepped back from her and flicked at the controls on the remote. Giselle was hit with another shift, but in a different direction.

She dropped to the ground, finding the strength in her legs once again gone, but not completely. She was on all fours, her legs not having the strength to lift her up, but at the same time being like this seemed normal, comfortable even. She tried to lift herself up, even to kneel, and found it impossible. It was like she was a feral fennec, and the view she had of the towering Draves only emphasized it. He walked across the room and sat in a chair, tapping the remote's case delicately. Giselle looked confused until he held up the remote near his face. "Well? Crawl."

A streak of red went across Giselle's face, hidden only partially by her fur. She looked completely embarrassed, but knew she had little choice. This was beyond being paralyzed, she was like an animal now, and Draves was the only one who could change her back. She had no clue how the remote worked, and wasn't sure how she might get it from him. All she could do was hope for an opportunity to get it from him. She slowly moved towards Draves, finding that as she got closer to the man the pleasure she felt before returned, only increasing as she moved closer. She found she couldn't take her eyes off of him, and looking away only made the pleasure lessen. It wasn't that she enjoyed being treated like this, but the feeling between her legs helped to lessen her embarrassment and worry. She didn't even notice Draves rotating a dial to match her movements, training her. Soon she'd feel this pleasure without the aid of the device, finding pleasure and arousal from obedience. To properly ensure the reward response, he let her climax just as she brushed her nose up against his leg.

Giselle moaned out in a high pitch as she dropped onto the ground, letting her modest chest raise her up only slightly. The sensation was too much for her, and as she finished another explosive climax she could barely tell where she was anymore. Oh. There was Draves, her doctor and tormentor. She quickly reoriented herself again. She was in front of him, only now she found she could kneel again. She found herself staring at the bulge in Drave's groin as he spoke. "Obedience will get you rewards, like pleasure and movement. Disobey, and your movement will be taken away. Do I make myself clear?" Giselle made another high squeak and nodded quickly. She was still more afraid of punishment than reward, but that still didn't stop her own hands from moving between her legs and her eyes from staring at his bulge.

He slowly opened up his pants, showing her the large ursine length waiting for her. "I don't expect an experienced treatment just yet. You still need training, but there's no reason we can't start with a little... test run. Go ahead... pleasure my cock. Do so and I'll let you stand again, and maybe let you enjoy yourself more. I haven't tried all the dials on the remote just yet." Giselle nodded and raised herself up as far as her body could. She could feel exactly how much the device was restricting her, but she found comfort in knowing her movements now. It was at least better than the lack of any sensation she had before.

She stared at his length, letting her hands slowly move to the sides. She didn't know how he'd ever expect her to put it in her mouth, even with 'training'. It wasn't dirty, in fact it looked as well taken care of as the rest of Dr. Draves, and just as large and dominating compared to her. She leaned forward, waiting for Draves to say something, anything. She wasn't wanting to be ordered around, but she didn't like not knowing what was expected of her. Draves smirked, finding his psychological studies just as important as his neurological ones right now. Giselle's conditioning was going exactly as planned. She was confused, and dependent, albeit unwillingly, on his commands. He kept his hand on the remote, pressing the switches and dials to match her actions.

Giselle slowly moved her head around the large member in front of her. No, the word that Draves would use would be 'cock,' and slowly she got used to it too. As confused as she was, she found as she slowly licked his cock she'd be rewarded with more stimulation. The room was silent as she licked and rubbed at his length, letting her focus even more on the sounds and sensations she felt. Draves growled out in pleasure as he played with the remote, rewarding her for every movement and touch as he got closer to his own peak. Giselle couldn't help but enjoy the sensation too, at least the reward felt... nice. It was annoying though to be forced to constantly reach a peak she hadn't felt in years, but she found being pent up before her climax was even more annoying. She continued to tease and pleasure his length, understanding the connection between pleasing him and her own rewards. Just a bit more, she thought. A bit more and she'd be rewarded again. Maybe she'd have her chance to grab at the remote then she could...

Her thoughts jolted away to what happened next. Draves gripped her head and pushed her down onto his cock. As he did so she'd feel the sensations affecting her increase. This was beyond pleasuring her, she was being forced to cum just as much as she was being forced to suck on his length. Her mind was lost in the swirl of emotions and sensations. She couldn't even think about what her plan was, or how she'd get out of this situation. All her mind knew was being forced to endure even more direct stimulation at the hands of Draves. She even expected him to cum in her mouth but... nothing.

He soon pulled her off his length, just as she was running out of breath. Draves clearly had enjoyed it, and he patted her head in approval. "Alright... no point in... finishing me off before... the real fun begins." He smiled at her, although she only had the slightest feeling of what he meant. "Stand up and move over to that medical table, lie down on your stomach, ass out. Now." Giselle nodded silently and stood up. She had difficulty moving still, but soon she made it to the examination table, practically falling onto it and letting her ass stick up suggestively. She tried to shuffle and move but as soon as she heard a click she knew that would be impossible.

Draves moved over to her, his silent tapping steps the only noise except for her breathing. She tried to be as silent as possible, but couldn't help but yelp at the feeling of his large hand on her rear. He gripped it tightly as he set down the remote next to her. There it was! She thought of reaching it but was afraid of him punishing her. As if Drave's could read her mind, his large hand firmly gripped her arm. She was completely at his mercy, and as she stared at the remote her thoughts went to how he grabbed and groped at her rear, letting his fingers spread her cheeks and grace up and down the opening to her pussy. She tried to stay focused on the remote, but the pleasure was too convincing. Focusing on how he played with her proved to be far more rewarding. She watched as the hand gripping her arm reached out and picked up the remote. Moments later she climaxed. That was it! Her thoughts flew out of her mind and all she could think of was the pleasure... and the feeling of something warm pressing up against her folds.

Draves leaned down over her, breathing onto her back and grinning wide. "Alright... breathe in deep, grip the table. If you let go of the table before I climax, you will be punished. Understood?" Giselle yelped out a yes, and with that the large bear pushed inside of her. She couldn't help but moan out. For all his force and strength, he was surprisingly controlled and almost... gentle. He made sure his length's girth was completely inside before he started his slow, powerful thrusts. It was a good thing the examination table was secured to the ground. Giselle could have sworn he'd push the table away with his movements. She tried with all her might to grip the table tightly, doing what she could to obey her... wait 'her...'? Her what? What was Draves to her now? Her thoughts couldn't quite work it out. With each thrust her train of thought derailed again, until all she could think about were his movements.

Draves's movements seemed designed to drag out her pleasure. It wasn't like when she took care of him, or when the device took care of her. It was his pleasure that mattered now, and it seemed he was getting it. He gave a low growl as he moved, which seemed to raise in volume as he moved faster. One hand gripped her shoulder firmly, while the other kept her rear in one spot. "Such a good girl... we're almost done! You're training is... going... so... well!" He growled out loudly, now pushing as deep into her as he could go. She couldn't help but moan out loudly at that point. His force. His touch. She couldn't understand why it was all affecting her like this, but she knew she wanted as much as possible.

His hands dug into her flesh more before she found herself being lifted up. Now her own weight pushed her body down onto his length more, and she couldn't take anymore. Her arms grew limp, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled back as she approached a climax. She was so close but... something was wrong! She couldn't climax! She was so close. Had she done something wrong? She'd been so obedient. She'd done everything asked of her, and now all she wanted was to cum! Draves grinned at the sight of his struggling slave, knowing exactly what was going through her mind. He pulled her body close to his, practically holding her body up on his cock. He whispered into her ear, letting her focus on every word. "I know exactly what you need... what you desire... is permission. So I'll give it to you. Go ahead... climax."

She moaned out loudly, letting her largest orgasm shake her. It was like nothing she had had before. It felt like a valve had been opened and all the pressure and stress in her had pulled out. All that pent-up stress poured out between her legs, giving Draves the lubrication for his own climax. "There we go! Take everything I have for you!" He pushed deep into her and climaxed hard, letting his seed pour out into the deepest part of her. The sensation was overwhelming, combining the pleasure of this new act with the orgasm she was still riding down. Her whole body seized and tightened and suddenly... she went limp.

Draves set her down on the table, nearly dropping her as all the strength seemed to leave his body. He rested against the table, groaning out as his length pulled out and the last few vestiges of cum shot onto her rear, staining that fennec bottom and tail. He breathed out deeply, letting out a deep growl as he rode his own climax. He stared at her lithe body and her tired form, enjoying the sight of her well-used pussy. As for Giselle, her mind was in entirely other places.

The girl had been trained, at least partially. The fear of punishment was still there, but she'd tasted permission and obedience... and wanted more. She breathed out her own version of the growl, a deep hearty breath as her body pulled itself through the last pulses of climax. She twitched and moaned just a little more before finally speaking. "May I... May I do..." She thought about exactly what she wanted to say. "May I do more for you, sir?"

Draves smiled and patted her head. "Good girl." He enjoyed the change he saw in her. "I... am unfortunately done for now... you've done quite well... I'll give you permission to use your legs soon. And... call me Master." She nodded slowly, her eyes half-closed as she grew tired. She looked over at the remote. She could see the controls. She wanted something... but she'd need permission. She'd always need permission. "Sir... Master may I press... a button?" She gulped, knowing she couldn't lie to him anymore, and now realizing exactly what she wanted. "I... I want to cum again." She didn't get a response. All that happened next was a soft pat on her rear. "Good girl. I'll let you try max power then for being so obedient." And with that a loud click filled the room.

Giselle moaned out again loudly. It wasn't as pleasant as the one given directly to her by Draves, but it was intense. Her mind was on the fritz, rolling in the pleasure and unable to let any other thoughts come to the surface. All she had was the pleasure and the obedience... and her Master. Her conditioning was complete, and as she drifted off to sleep from the constant stimulation she knew the truth. The truth was that any other path outside this one was unpleasant to her now. She needed permission, she needed someone else to command her. She needed someone else in control of her life and everything about her. She needed... her Master.

Giselle spun around on the pole with a skill and grace she never dreamed of having, even when she was in college. She had spent her recent training in growing the muscle mass and athleticism needed to dance around as a pole dancer for her Master, and with the aid of the device inside of her it made her movements even more controlled and sexual. Master Draves was clearly enjoying the sight of her spinning around for him. She no longer wore normal clothing. If anything it was bikinis of different colors and shapes, all designed to show off as much of her form as possible. Draves almost never used the device directly anymore. Her mind had been altered completely by it. He didn't need to press switches or buttons. All he needed to do was look right at her and give a command. She didn't need anything else than that, and didn't want anything more than this. She twirled off of the pole and down onto her knees. "All done Master! Just as you told me to do! May I have my reward now?" Master Draves smiled and walked over to her, grinning wide. "Yes my slave. You've been so good you deserve an entire night of rewards." In the end he did keep his promise. She was able to dance once again. He just never specified the type of dancing she'd be doing.