FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Vivian's Kinky Conditioning for BigChris369 by Draconicon

Who would have thought that nanotechnology would have advanced so far in o ne year? Vivian knew about some of the progress from articles published throughout the year, but she'd never imagined that anyone - not even FI Technologies - had gone this far, this fast.

She continued applauding their presentation of plastic surgery nanomachines even as the rest of the audience were filing out of the room, and only stopped when she realized that she was the only member of the audience left. Blushing, she got to her feet, collecting her books from under her chair before making her way out.

At the door, she paused by the pile of pamphlets. Like every other panel, FI Technologies had a fair few laid out, and the vixen paused, adjusting her purse with one hand as she picked up a couple.

You know, for all these services, you'd think you'd hear their name a bit more, she thought as she flipped through offer after offer. Plastic surgery through harmless nanotech was just the start of it; they could change a person's face, their fur patterns down at the root, even their gender if the pamphlets were to be believed. There were more than a few people out there that needed such surgeries; Vivian could name at least three people in her life that would give anything for these seemingly side-effect free procedures.

The vixen was so engrossed in the technical jargon that she was caught completely off guard when someone bumped into her. She stumbled, almost falling over the table before she caught her balance. Her heels clacked as she turned and glared at the offender.

The glare faded a little when she saw the guy who'd almost knocked her over was nearly a foot taller than her, but she maintained her glare at the blue and green reptile.

"You should watch where you're going, sir."

"I was. Your big ass was blocking the hallway."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your."

He pointed at her.

"Big."

He held his hands out, and she sputtered.

"I know what you said. I was giving you a chance to take it back."

"Why would I do that? It's big and it was in my way. Not a bad thing."

Trying not to think of what he was implying, Vivian turned around and gathered the pamphlets she was interested in. They would make for good reading, and she was sure she could get more information once she had a chance to check a few websites on her phone. Then she'd feel much -

"Hey, you doing anything later?"

His question would have been much less offensive if it hadn't been accompanied by his scaly hand on her rump. Vivian slowly turned around, restraining the urge to bite the smirking reptile.

"Remove. Your. Hand."

"C'mon, babe. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot."

"We didn't 'get off' on anything."

She pulled herself free, glancing down at his convention badge. Quickly reading the name and number on it, and committing it to memory, she flicked her glare back up to his face.

"Stay away from me, Jak. If I see you again, I'm calling convention security and telling them you're harassing me."

"Hey, hey, fine," he said, holding up his hands. "I see how it is. Have a good time."

I'll be having a much better time away from you, the vixen thought as she walked off. She looked over her shoulder one more time, and shook her head at the sight of the damn reptile talking to one of the FI Technologies representatives. As if a brute like him would understand anything they did.

"They need to up their standards, if they're letting someone like him in."

#

It was hours later when she saw him again, and this time, she hoped that her glare would be enough to remind him of her warning. The couple of drinks she'd had while sitting at the bar probably had something to do with that. She was just sober enough to know that she was too drunk for talking.

The vixen turned her head, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw him looking her way, and she fought the urge to bare her teeth. Not very successfully, though, nor very hard. Maybe he'd remember her threat?

It seemed he didn't, because he sat by her anyway. Vivian shook her head, looking away as Jak chuckled. She lifted her glass to her lips, but jumped as he grabbed her ass again. She whipped around, her face burning.

"You asshole! I told you -"

"Babe, calm down. It's not like it ain't a compliment."

"I told you not to touch me. If you -"

"Look, let me get you a drink. Call it making up for earlier."

Vivian's alcohol-soaked mind rumbled at the idea. She had been spending more than a little money on all these cocktails, but after everything that she'd gone through with the convention - disappointing panels, guys that were nearly as bad as this one, and a canceled laser demonstration - she wanted to be drunk. And if he was offering something stronger...

Against her better judgment, she nodded, and Jak turned back to the bartender.

"Two shots of Everclear."

Vivian raised an eyebrow at that, and the reptile chuckled.

"What, can't you hold your liquor?"

"I can hold - hic - anything that you can throw at me."

"Heh, well, here's where you prove it, wide-ass."

As she sputtered for a response, he took the shots from the bartender and slammed them down on the counter. The few customers around them jumped, but soon went back to their own drinks. The bartender glared at the reptile, but Jak just flipped him off. At least his behavior's consistent, the vixen thought with a shake of her head. Vivian turned to the bartender, shaking her head in apology before the wolf walked off.

By the time she looked back, Jak had swallowed his shot. She was amazed to see the lizard still upright, considering the drink's potency; most people that tried slamming down Everclear went down with it.

She reached for her shot, her hand a little shaky as she picked it up. Her vision blurred slightly as she looked at it, and she swore she saw shadows through the glass. When she blinked it away, however, they were gone, and all that was left was the clear shotglass and the drink in it.

"Heh. Guess - hic - you're not such a jerk after all."

Vivian toasted him before throwing the drink back. It burned on her tongue before she swallowed it, but that was to be expected. After all, it was alcohol, not fruit juice. Still, she didn't expect it to burn as bad as it did. The vixen turned away from the bar, slamming the shotglass down and coughing, almost retching as the Everclear seared its way down her throat. The only thing that kept her from spitting it out was the fact that Jak was still looking at her; she wasn't going to show any more weakness in front of him than she had to.

Anyway, it passed soon enough, and she shook her head. The room was spinning more than before, and her legs wobbled under her as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. She turned to the lizard, and tried to smile. She thought she succeeded, but considering how drunk she felt, she doubted it looked right.

"Shanks for the drinksh..."

"Heh, you look pretty unsteady there. Need a little help getting to your room?"

"I, uh..."

She groaned, her legs suddenly giving out. She slumped down on the bar, giggling helplessly even as she struggled to push herself up. It wasn't until the lizard got behind her that she had her feet under her again, and that was only because he was holding her up.

"Yeah, you need help. Let me get your card."

Vivian tried to reach down, but she realized something that almost cut through her drunken haze. She couldn't move.

Even though the lizard wasn't holding her very firmly, her arms refused to listen to her brain. They were completely limp, almost like they'd fallen asleep, except she could still feel everything. She tried to lift her head to ask for help, but the same feeling ran up her neck, making her head slump down until her chin rested almost between her breasts. Her eyes closed to slits.

What's going on? Why can't I move?!

The vixen tried to pull herself away, but all she managed was a bit of a twitch in the reptile's grip. She whimpered silently, feeling his hand going down her back pockets, his fingers digging into her ass. He was fondling her, groping her! The scumbag must have...must have...

She didn't know. She couldn't even think as he felt her up, his hands rubbing all over her ass through her pockets. When he reached down the front pockets, she swore that he managed to dig deep enough to actually scrape his finger against her pussy before he drew her room key out. He held it up, seeming to read the number on the card.

Why isn't anyone helping me?

"Alright, lady, you're out. You need to get back to the room. Anyone here willing to help me?"

Oh god, oh god, please! Vivian didn't know what this guy would do to her alone. She begged, pleaded for anyone to help. At the very least, there'd be a witness if he tried to rape her in her room.

"I'll help."

She didn't recognize the voice, nor could she express the relief she very much felt. All she could do was hang limp as someone walked over. Her arms were flung over their shoulders, and she felt her body get dragged along out of the bar. Jak continued to chuckle, and there was some sort of muttering going on above her head, but it was all she could do to keep conscious. No matter what they were saying, she felt safer now that someone else was involved.

At some point, one of her shoes slipped off. The vixen whimpered as her foot started scraping against the ground, the carpet building up more than a little bit of friction against her toe, but neither of her 'helpers' bothered to lift her up any higher. Hell, she wasn't entirely sure that they weren't pushing her down even further. Whatever happened, her other shoe was dragged off some time before they stepped into the elevator.

Vivian was relieved beyond measure that there was another woman in the elevator, though she couldn't tell what. All she knew was that she smelled female. Once again, she swore that there was a conversation going on, but she could only catch bits and pieces of it.

"...kay...help?"

"No...ine...oom key..."

"Sure...911?"

"Tol...e's fine..."

The vixen tried to do something, anything. She tried to reach out, tried to even lift her head, but her entire body was limp, though unfortunately not numb. She could feel everything, every little thing that the men were doing. Whoever was in the elevator with them must have turned away, because she felt one of them slip their hands under her clothes, rubbing her ass and squeezing it without care.

Finally, she managed a groan. Vivian could just barely see movement through her slitted eyes, and the hand on her ass stilled immediately. There was something said, something quiet, but alarmed.

Oh god, thank -

If she'd been sober, she would have yelped as she was dropped. As it was, she collapsed like a sack of potatoes, landing hard on the elevator floor. It did, however, let her look up, and see what was going on.

The other person in the elevator was a raccoon woman, and both Jak and his helper - a wolf - had pinned her to the wall. The raccoon squirmed against them, obviously putting up a fight. She opened her mouth to scream -

• only for the wolf to shove a rag over her face. The raccoon breathed in once, and then slumped down against the wall. Jak chuckled, letting go of her as the wolf picked the lady up.

"Looks like...two...of one..."

"Just...her..."

Vivian whimpered, her eyes closing finally as her willpower faded against the alcohol and drugs in her system. What little she could see and hear faded away, and as she was pulled out of the elevator, her heels dragging on the carpet, even her sense of touch slipped away, the world going completely black.

Consciousness came back in waves, but never completely. Vivian could make out shapes, shadows, sounds, but never for very long. Just long enough to know that things were going from bad to worse.

She saw her naked body on her hotel bed, her clothes ripped off, and her possessions being doused in gasoline...

She saw the backseat of a limousine through the gap of a blanket, her head against something hard and unforgiving...

She felt the groan of a plane taking off and the pressure of being held back against a seat by g-forces...

And more than anything else, she felt that reptilian hand on her body, touching her, fondling her, prodding her at every single one of her limited waking moments. Vivian whimpered more at that than anything else, and only one thought pushed through the fog over her mind.

Why?

It took her a few minutes to realize that the blackness around her wasn't the inside of her eyelids. The walls around her curved upwards and around, and Vivian groaned as she turned her head from side to side, following the curve downwards until she saw it disappear behind something else. Something flatter.

A table?

It seemed too strange to be the case, but it was the only thing she could think of that it could be. She pulled at her arm, but it was tied down at the wrist. Looking down, the vixen could just make out a metal band around it, holding it down to the...well, if it was a table, it was a narrow one.

No, it wasn't a table. It was more like one of those trays that patients would lay on before going into an MRI machine. The restraints matched as well, though none of those machines would have accepted a metal tray or restraint.

Vivian relaxed, taking a couple of deep breaths. She must have been found, she thought. There was no reason that her captors would have her in something like this; some police must have found her, taken her back to the hospital, and were checking her out. She would be okay. She would be just fine.

That mantra meant less and less as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened. Vivian squirmed, pulling at her restraints, but each and every one was too tight to escape. The base of her tail was starting to ache, as it was pulled to the side and kept her from laying on it comfortably. She started to grumble, and turned her head back, hoping to see some sort of opening.

Instead, there was only a metal plate, a plate emblazoned with just two letters. FI.

F..Why would FI Technologies...what...

Before she could think about it any further, the curved black walls around her sudden flashed with light. The vixen was forced to close her eyes as she went from total darkness to extreme brightness. She shook her head, blinking rapidly until she could see in the white light that filled the small tube.

Naked...why am I naked? was her first thought.

What's with all the wires? was her second.

And then she screamed as the opaque layer around her rolled away, leaving thick but completely clear glass between her and dozens of men wearing lab-coats.

"What the hell?! Where am I?! What's going on?!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing herself against her bindings with renewed force. Her wrists ached at the strain, and her ankles weren't much better, but she couldn't stop herself. Everything was going wrong. She wasn't in a hospital, and she was still tied up.

Most of the people outside seemed busy, but those that paid her any attention seemed to be laughing at her. No sound came from their side of the glass, and she suddenly realized that she couldn't be heard, either. The realization only made her struggle more, whimpering as she pulled and tugged at her restraints, trying to free herself from the wires and metal that covered her.

"You know, that's not gonna help."

That voice. She whipped her head to the right, and glared at the reptile standing over her. She hissed, baring her teeth.

"YOU!"

"Yeah, me. Really, you expect someone else?"

"What did you do? Why did you bring me here?"

"Why else? I wanted you, and these guys told me that they could make you into what I wanted. For a price, of course."

Vivian shook her head. It sounded impossible; after all, FI was in the business of making people into what they wanted to be, not some caricature imagined by someone else. This had to be a mistake; it had to be.

She pulled at her bindings again, but the metal bands were just too strong, and her wrists were getting ever more bruised. But she couldn't stop trying; they kept her from being able to cover herself, something that she increasingly wanted to do as the reptile walked around her. Every time that he moved to a new spot around her prison, she swore that he was ogling her in a whole new way. When he stood down at the bottom of her tube, looking up between her legs, she could see that he was...enjoying the view, and her face burned worse than ever.

"Stop looking at me, you pervert!"

"Me? A pervert?"

His voice, even distorted through the intercom between them, sounded amused.

"You have no idea of what will happen to you, do you?"

"I know that you're breaking the law, and that you're going to get punished for this. I swear, you will be."

A soft rapping to her left caught her attention, dragging her eyes away from the vile male. She turned her head, and found herself looking up at a raccoon dressed in a lab coat. He had walked over and leaned down beside her without her noticing. Despite his kindly looking glasses, she had little doubt that he would be as bad as Jak, if not worse.

"What do you want? What are you going to do with me?"

"As Mr. Jak has said, we will be doing whatever he would like. He is paying us a massive sum of money, after all."

"But you can't! This is illegal."

"That's why it pays so well, dear."

He patted the shell, and walked away. She followed him with her eyes, unable to look away as he move to a large console. As he tapped several buttons, she could hear a soft whirring from beneath her, like something was happening below the slab. Vivian squirmed, her ears pulling back as the slab started to vibrate, only to put them back up when the doctor spoke again.

"Do you know what FI stands for, Vivian?"

"N-no...wh-"

_"It stands for many things. But for people who have the money to pay, like Mr. Jak, we're known as the Fetish Institute. And what we do is make the perfect lovers for those that can't get them any other way.

"Mr. Jak here has a taste for vixens, but there are things that they have to have, including a strong preference for anal sex - I don't suppose you have that?"_

"Of course not! It's disgusting!"

"Well, that's something that we can fix. He also has something of a footjob fixation, something that he doesn't often find in those of the fairer sex. We will be training you so that you have a craving for it that can't be denied."

"You can't make people like that! There's no way you can -"

"You'd be surprised what modern techniques can do, Miss Vivian. We'll start with conditioning you for anal sex. Please prepare yourself."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This had to be a bad dream. Nobody could really make a place like this. FI - an institution that she'd admired for forward thinking and helping others - couldn't actually be involved in the sex slave business, could it?

Before she could speak, the reason for the vibrations became clear.

All around her, panels in her slab opened up and mechanical arms extended from them. She yelped as they waved back and forth over her, some of them tipped with needles, others equipped with spray nozzles. One seemed to have a visor at the end of it, while two of them looked like strange tendrils.

The most obvious, however, was a big, thick dildo that had risen from between her legs. It was as thick as four of her fingers put together, and it oozed with a strange red goo. As it lowered itself between her thighs, it felt hot, and she gasped as it started grinding up between her butt cheeks. She whipped her head to the side, panting as she shook her head at the raccoon.

"Please, please, don't do this to me. I don't want this."

"Don't worry."

The raccoon's finger hovered over a button, and for a moment, both his and Jak's smiles looked exactly alike.

"You will."

He pressed the button, and suddenly that dildo shoved against her rim. Vivian arched her back, shaking her head as she curled her toes and tried to lash out. The bindings held her fast, and even as she tried to kick the dildo and its support away, all she accomplished was scraping her legs along the metal bands.

The hot head of the dildo rubbed against her ass hole, grinding that strange goo in. Each time it slid against her she swore that it made her more sensitive, because she felt more details with each slow stroke. The slightly pointed tip, the way that the head seemed to flare out more along the underside than the top, the way that it was dripping -

"AH!"

She yelped as her arm was suddenly jabbed with one of the needles, and again, louder, as her breast was hit with another. Then her leg, and her other arm, and her other leg, and -

The needles seemed to come from everywhere, and Vivian couldn't keep track of them, not with the violating member still shoving itself against her ass, smearing her hole with its hot goo. The vixen couldn't ignore the strange coolness that came from the needles, but it was almost nothing compared to the stuff that was happening between her legs.

"Let me out of here! This is wrong! I don't want this! I don't want this!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears. That, or the intercom was shut off. No matter where she looked outside of her glass shell, none of the doctors or scientists or whatever they were bothered to look at her. They were all concentrated on their monitors, all doing something that was evidently far more important than looking at the violation of a normal person.

All except Jak. He never stopped staring at her, and quite happily fondling himself through his pants.

She wanted to throw up as she saw him pleasuring himself to her abuse. The fact that he had gone so far as to kidnap her and put her through this told her that everything she'd thought about him the first time was true. He was a creep, and nothing more.

She opened her mouth to spit at him, but it turned into a scream as the dildo finally forced its way past her rim. The fox threw her head back, her mouth open wide in a shrill scream as her ass was split wide open. The thick shaft felt like it was ripping her apart as it went deeper and deeper into her virgin hole. Nothing had ever prepared her for this; she'd never wanted anything back there.

Vivian continued to throw her head from side to side, screaming her head off as her hole felt like it had been lit on fire. The dildo must have ripped something. Nothing that big could slide in without breaking someone as small as her, right?

The vixen whimpered as it forced its way deeper and deeper, swearing and cursing in the small dome as her ass was stretched round that impossible fake cock. The heat only got worse as that goo was spread over her insides as well as her rim, making it feel like some sort of liquid fire was settling inside of her. It drooled down her ass as well, running between her cheeks before soaking her tail.

She couldn't even see how far inside of her it was. The damn thing was too big and too far down for her to look at, and her bindings didn't let her get up far enough to look. All she knew was that it had to be reaching up towards her stomach already, and it was still moving deeper.

Suddenly, the doctor's voice slipped over the intercom again.

"Initiating first hypnotic treatment."

Hypnotic? You can't be -

The visor arm suddenly descended. Vivian tried to turn her head away, but the slab activated yet another feature. Two large metal plates pushed up at the sides of her head, forcing her to look straight up as the visor came down. It lit up, and the vixen could see images, words, too faint to be made out but rapidly getting clearer.

"Please! Please, no! This isn't -"

"Will someone shut the bitch up?!"

Jak's 'request' was acknowledged, and an inflating ball was shoved into her mouth. It stretched so far that she felt like her jaw was on the verge of being dislocated, and she stopped trying to shout. What if she went too far, and they decided that she wasn't worth keeping intact? Maybe...maybe it'd be better to stop fighting for a bit?

It was self-preservation, nothing more, that made the vixen go still and accept the visor over her face. She stood by what she'd said; there was nothing that they could do to her that would make her into someone else. Hypnosis didn't work like that, and neither did any of the drugs on the market. They were...they had to be deluding themselves. They had to be.

Vivian wanted to throw up again as the visor locked over the sides of her face, and she was finally able to make out the images playing over it. They were rapidly scrolling images of females bending over and taking it up the ass. Worse, there were some where she saw the ladies actually using toys to break their holes, to 'train' them -

Wait...why would they -

Her confused line of thought was broken as more images went by, showing more and more females with their tails up high and their ass cheeks spread. Most of them looked like they'd been fucked hard up the ass, their holes spread open, most of them gaping to some degree. She shuddered, closing her eyes.

A quick shock made her open them again. They must have had some sort of sensor in the visor, she realized. She would have to suffer the images.

It was like someone had collected all the anal porn that they could and shoved it into the visor. Here and there, she almost thought she saw a word in the mix - Probably a watermark, she thought dismissively - but it always faded before she could see it properly.

Not that it mattered. The porn she was bombarded with showed her all she needed to see. Ladies that loved anal. Ladies that were addicted to it. Ladies that were -

"AAAAAH!"

She screamed again as the dildo fucking her ass - How did I forget about it?! - suddenly seemed to kick into overdrive. It started plunging in deeper, faster, harder, and she swore that there was something at the base of it. A knot? Had they really put something like that there? It would never -

But...these ladies had...

Vivian hated thinking that. She didn't want to think of anything going up her ass. But as she grimaced and was forced to take that dildo deeper and deeper, feeling it plundering a depth that she never imagined was there, she knew that the scientists were going to force it in regardless of what she wanted. The ladies in all this porn seemed able to take it...in fact, it seemed like they were taking things up their asses that no lady could take in their other hole. Maybe if she just...relaxed...

She had no idea where the thoughts were coming from, but she knew that her pride - in fact, any sort of indignation - was anathema to survival right now. A little bit of giving in would save her a lot of pain later...she hoped.

The vixen still whimpered as that dildo kept fucking her, the heat in her ass somehow getting stronger by the second, but she almost welcomed it. With how cool the rest of her body was becoming from the injections, she...she needed the heat. Vivian bit her lip as she bulge at the base of the dildo slammed against her hole again...and relaxed.

The next thrust didn't hurt as much. She wasn't sure if it was because her ass was being wrecked by that thing, or if it was because of something else, but she knew that it was better than before. So she took another deep breath - gasped as the dildo pulled out - and tried to relax a bit more.

Bit by bit, the dildo seemed to take her a little easier. She still burned - god, she burned - but it didn't feel like it was ripping her apart. The sounds of the machinery running around her drowned out anything that might have been said from outside, but Vivian wasn't sure she would have heard it anyway. The constant pounding, and the horribly lewd porn on her visor was all she had energy for. And the porn was changing. She grimaced, but tried to pay attention as it shifted to some sort of double penetration...

#

Having passed out sometime during her 'hypnotic treatment', Vivian was surprised to wake up without being tied down. The vixen sat up, and couldn't help but smile at the simple freedom of being able to move her arms and legs. They were heavy, clumsy, but they could move.

She jumped out of bed, and immediately was struck by a chilling burst of air. She wrapped her arms around herself, and looked down at her body once more.

"Oh..."

Realizing she was still naked, the vixen reached back for the bed, pulling one of the blankets around her for modesty. She sat down, feeling oddly tired, and finally looked around to get her bearings.

Her room wasn't much better than a cell, she noticed immediately. Despite lacking an obvious door, the room was reasonably spacious, about fifteen feet by fifteen feet in size. A toilet was off in one corner, and next to it was a shower head. Her bed was as far from it as one could get and still be in the same room, a fact for which she was thankful.

Vivian was sickened to see that the only other things in the room were a massive amount of sex toys. The walls were lined with them, running the gamut from a small pair of clip-on nipple vibes to a dildo that looked like it would put an elephant to shame. There were harnesses, bondage sets, everything that one could imagine, and as she looked further and further up the spiraling shelves on the metal walls, she realized that she couldn't quite see the ceiling; it just seemed to go up forever into a shadowy darkness.

The vixen leaned back against the head of her bed, trying not to think about what had already happened to her. Now that she was more awake, she felt the abuse that her ass had been put through. She felt less sore than she expected - in fact, she hadn't even expected to be able to move - but...

She slowly reached down between her legs, running her fingers over her hole. It was still rather puffy, which wasn't too surprising from what she remembered happening. However, she didn't expect to gasp and moan from a simple touch to her rim.

What...how - ooooh!

She moaned again as her fingers circled her abused hole, one almost sliding in before she stopped herself. It wasn't...clean for a lady to do that. Even if she had nothing in there -

And I don't.

It was that thought that made her freeze. Where had it come from? How did she know?

Vivian slowly bent forward. With all the reflective surfaces in the room, it was easy to look down at her ass. It was roughly fucked, and it was still slightly open...and looking at it, she felt a temptation to put more in it. She had never, ever in her life felt like something needed to go inside of her there, and it scared her.

"What did they do to me?"

"We made you what you were requested to be."

She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of that, looking this way and that in a desperate attempt to find the speaker. But there was no one...

Until the wall lit up.

Vivian jumped at the sight of the raccoon doctor again, staring at him as he loomed over her like a tower over a town. She couldn't believe how real he looked on the metal wall.

"What..."

"Not only were you conditioned by the chemicals and penetration, but we filled you with a number of nano-bots. They should currently be working on various changes throughout your body, according to our readouts. Do you feel any different?"

"You...you sons of bitches!"

She leaped to her feet, though she had to push herself to move. She shook her fist at the screen, holding the blankets closed around her body with her other hand.

"You can't do this! You're breaking all the laws out there, and then some. When I get out of here -"

"Ma'am. The nano-bots have been tested, but under a controlled environment. We need to know that things are working properly, or you may suffer serious side-effects. What are your current symptoms, and are you suffering from any difficulties? If you do not tell us, we will be forced to tie you down again until we've gained the information we need."

The vixen glared at the screen, but slowly looked down.

"I feel..."

"Yes?"

"Heavy. Like my body is just too heavy for itself or something."

"That's normal. You are adapting to carrying the nano-bots. Anything else?"

She shook her head.

"Good. Then we can move on to the next part. Security."

The video call stopped, and the wall flickered for a moment before a panel in near the floor opened. Two large rhinos in tight white clothes stepped through, and before Vivian could say anything, grabbed her around her upper arms. The blanket fell from her shoulders, and she blushed as she was marched, naked, out of her room.

"I can walk!"

"You will be carried until your processing is complete."

She glared at them, but she might as well have been glaring at a wall for all the good that it did. They pulled her out of the room and into a long corridor. As she looked over her shoulder, she realized that the 'wall' that they'd come through was transparent on this side. The vixen wondered how many people had seen her sleeping in the nude before she'd finally woken up. Probably too many, and probably Jak in particular.

Growling under her breath, she tried to ignore the sight of the other cells as she was pulled along. There were numerous other females being processed in there, from a mare that was getting her pussy electrically stimulated to a small mouse who was having her chest enlarged. Vivian looked away as the rodent's breasts grew from a small size A to a large D in seconds, shivering at the thought of having a body altered so much. The fact that FI did this with impunity was just...terrifying.

To her relief, her guards didn't molest her too much. Yes, there was the occasional look down at her body, but as she was naked, she'd expected that. They were professional enough not to grope at her, though, and for that, she was thankful.

After a few minutes and a couple of dozen different experimental chambers scarred into her mind, they brought her to their destination. It was a plain chamber, much like the others where people were being kept, and there seemed to be only one piece of furniture. Vivian immediately recognized it as a gynecologist's chair, or at least, that was what it had once been. Now...

Now, it looked like something out of a mad scientist's dream. The head of it was covered in some sort of dome with flickering lights coming out of it, and the arms and legs were fitted with what looked like bondage straps. She could see multiple mechanical arms around the base, each one fitted with different sized dildos, and the number of mechanical arms with different fitted heads to them around the middle made her worry for the state of her body.

She was too tired to squirm as the rhinos took her to the chair and tied her down, her legs up in the air and her feet pointed towards the door. Her arms were strapped down at the wrist and the elbow, with other bands coming across her waist and along her lower legs.

It wasn't until they started squeezing some bands around her middle that she started blushing. Her breasts were squashed between two thick leather straps, pushed outwards much more than usual. She grunted as the rhinos pulled the bands tighter and tighter, making it harder to breathe while also making her breasts impossible not to notice.

"Please...not so...tight..."

"Doctor's orders."

"Please..."

One of the rhinos looked up, staring her straight in the eyes.

"Ma'am. You will be quiet, and submit, or we will have to gag you again."

"..."

Vivian turned her head. She knew it wasn't worth the trouble. There was no way that she could fight this.

But...I should...shouldn't I?

Almost, she went along with it. But then all the risks came back. The thought of being gagged. The thought of getting the guards mad. How dangerous it would be to invite other 'experiments' on her person. No. It was better to be safe, and wait. Maybe she would be better off if she just kept her mouth shut.

And maybe one of them can do something for my as - what am I thinking?!

With burning cheeks, she looked away from the rhinos, realizing that she'd been looking down at their crotches and imagining what kind of dicks they might have concealed down there. The very idea that she might be interested in getting some action from them was absurd. What kind of person would want that from people that had kidnapped her and seemed intent on raping her?

Someone with something wrong with them, and even she had to admit that there was something wrong. Her ass still burned with a strange need, and she could feel it puckering whenever she looked at the two males. They were looking more and more appealing as time went on, and with her hands tied back, it wasn't like she could tend to herself. Maybe -

Vivian bit her tongue, and the pain brought her back to herself. Whatever need she had been feeling dissipated, and she took a deep breath.

You don't like anal. It's dirty. You don't want this. It's wrong. You don't like anal. It's...dirty...You don't...

She kept up the mantra, even as it started to slow in her head. She had to keep reminding herself of how wrong it was, how a lady didn't do that sort of thing. As long as she kept that in her head, she would be alright. As long as she worked that through, she should be completely fine.

The vixen took a deep breath, blushing as the rhinos walked around her and fondled her breasts. Well, one of them did, squeezing one and pinching the nipple on another. The other was working with the dome on top of the chair, holding it above her head and pressing a few buttons. She heard the one fondling her chuckle.

"Heh, think she's going to be a two treatment subject?"

"With how much she's already puckering? I think that we'll have her ready for Mr. Jak in one."

"Yeah? You wanna bet?"

"Sure. Two anal rounds with my mare?"

"And two footjobs from my mouse."

"Deal."

Bartering with people...what is wrong with you? That isn't...that's indecent.

So why was her pussy getting wet thinking about it? And why was her dirty - nasty - hole puckering, wanting it too?

The rhinos chuckled, and the one with the dome nodded.

"Right, here we go, that's all set up. You ready to lose your mind again, little lady?"

"A -"

"Ready or not, here we go."

The metal dome came down, and her vision was suddenly filtered through a rainbow shimmer, coloring everything in the room red, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, orange. It was like everything shifted colors like a chameleon, and she could feel a strange lightheadedness almost immediately. The vixen rolled her head around, her scalp and temples rubbing against the inside of the dome.

With all her bindings, she couldn't pull her head out, and was forced to stare straight ahead as the rhinos started walking away. One of them, the one that had been groping her, dragged a finger down her foot. He must have been the one waiting for a footjob from that mouse, she realized, and she shuddered, curling her toes as she tried to pull her foot away.

He only chuckled, shaking his head before walking out.

What are they going to do to me? She glanced around, her eyes darting this way and that for some clue. What does Jak want this time?

She had no idea. He'd already done something to her that made her ass crave cock. And now, she was tied up and having her eyes covered with something that glittered like some cheap bit of trash. Some whispers crept into her ears from the sides of the metal dome, but she couldn't tell what it was saying.

It continued in silence like that for a few minutes, and she started to squirm in her bindings. The silence, the nothing, was almost worse than the rampant abuse to her ass earlier. At least then, she could tell what was going on. Even if she hadn't understood the why, she knew the what. Now...

Well, now she felt like a decoration...and one with surprisingly tingly feet, at that. The vixen curled her toes, grunting softly as she felt a strange pins and needles feeling running along the bottoms of her feet. They were probably falling asleep, she thought...until the sensation didn't fade.

She curled her toes again, wriggling her feet from side to side as much as the ankle straps allowed, but the feeling along her feet only got worse. Vivian started to whimper as her feet itched, tingling and throbbing with a strange, not entirely pleasant feeling. They almost felt like something was making them fall asleep and wake up, but that was wrong. They felt way too sensitive for that.

What...oh god, the nano-bots, she realized. They must be changing something in her feet. What...why...

The vixen kicked out, trying to break the bonds, but just like before, they were too strong, too firm for her to break free. Her feet were tingling and itching like mad, like having bugs crawling over them or walking through a pile of feathers without any protection. She needed to do something. Needed to -

Something bumped her foot, and she gasped as it brought immense relief with it. She turned her foot towards it on instinct, and as she found the strange, ridged thing again, she started rubbing her foot against it, scratching her sole along it. Whatever it was, it brought relief with it, and she moaned before she could stop herself. As another thing pressed against her other foot, she moaned louder, and barely cared. It was relief, and she needed it.

As she moved her feet up and down the objects out of sight, Vivian slowly slumped back down against the chair. She even smiled a little bit, though she wasn't sure why. Probably something to do with how lightheaded she was. The rippling rainbow didn't make it easy to think, and she was probably high or something. High...she giggled at the thought, even as her toes and her feet rubbed along those things.

What were they, anyway?

Deciding to get a look, Vivian looked down at her feet again, but she couldn't see past them to the things she was rubbing. Her feet were...were they a bit bigger? She couldn't tell, but they were blocking things. So, without thinking, she moved her feet.

The itch came back almost immediately, and she curled her toes with a sudden hiss. The craving to be rubbing them against something was undeniable, the need for relief almost too strong to ignore. But she forced herself to roll her feet to the side, and revealed...

Two dildos. Vivian stared in shock, realizing that she'd been getting her relief by giving footjobs to two big dildos. She blushed, her cheeks burning...even as she found herself grinning as well.

What? Why? Why...am...

Her thought trailed off, and she giggled as she pushed her feet back to the dildos unthinkingly. The sudden relief of the itch made her slump back again, her eyes half closing as she looked into the strangely hypnotic light.

Eh...it doesn't matter...Giving these things...footjobs...feels good...

Vivian knew that was a bad thought, but she couldn't quite figure out why. All she could think was that she must have been becoming a very naughty girl, a very naughty girl indeed if that was the case...

She woke up in bed again, and this time, the vixen didn't even bother covering herself. The itch on her feet was too strong for her to think of anything else but getting something to sooth it, and she leaped for one of the big toys on the shelves, her newly enlarged (was it newly?) bouncing against her chest in a sexy jiggle.

"Need...now..."

Picking out a horse dildo, she yanked it down from the shelves and shoved it onto the floor. Barely taking the time to sit down on the edge of her bed, the vixen pushed her toes against the spongy, flared head of the cock and sighed in deep happiness, in great relief as she dragged her feet down the shaft.

"Ooooh yeah..."

Her fingers were moving before she could stop them, sliding past her soaked pussy to her twitching hole. They were just slick enough from her juices to slide in, her middle and ring finger plunging past her twitching rim and making her moan.

"Yes...yes!"

The vixen knew nothing but the relief of her urges. Even with the soft beep, beep in the back of her head, she couldn't be distracted. The feeling of the thick shaft between her soles, the sensation of her slutty ass hole being stretched out; the combination was all that she needed, and all she could want.

Even the sound of the door opening wasn't enough to get her to stop. She barely turned her head, panting softly as the big blue and green lizard walked in. Despite her clouded mind, she remembered him.

"Master Jak..."

He smiled, walking over to her. She didn't stop the footjob on the toy, nor her rapid fingering. Even the touch of his fingers on her nipple, squeezing it until it forced out milk, couldn't make her stop. She giggled as he leaned in, licking it off of her breast.

"You are producing well."

"Thank you, master. The nano-bots are making me produce, just like you wanted."

"Heh, I can see that. How do you feel?"

"So slutty. I need...I need something big...please. Master is big, right?"

"Are you sure that they didn't turn you into a bimbo?"

"Please! I'm not a bimbo, but I'm so -"

He pushed her back on the bed. As soon as her feet came off of the toy, she whimpered. The nasty itching and terrible tingling was back with a vengeance, running over her feet with a vengeance. It was all she could do to keep herself from begging, screaming for relief, and her feet reached out, trying to find something, anything.

They found Master Jak's crotch, and her toes - somehow trained to be smarter than before - found his zipper and pulled it down. She fished his cock out through the gap, and heard him gasp as she started stroking it with her feet. Vivi moaned as her toes dragged along his cock head, and shivered as he touched his hand to her feet.

"Hehehe, feels like you're making your own lube here."

"N-nano-bots...bio-lube...safe..."

"They do think of everything, don't they?"

The lizard chuckled above her, his two humanoid shafts pushing between her soles again and again. His grip on them made her feel safe, and she even moaned as she felt the relief that his cocks between her feet gave her. The itching and the tingling simply didn't exist as he used them for his own pleasures.

She returned the favor, pressing her feet tighter to his cocks, squeezing them between her soles until they were utterly slathered in the slickness that her feet seemed to produce now. The nano-bots were changing her, making her more and more the lizard's toy. Vivi remembered hating it; she couldn't remember why.

Giggling as he started fucking the space between her feet, she slowly reached back down to her ass, deliberately fingering it as the big lizard watched. She saw his eyes light up as she slid three fingers into her naughty hole, spreading it out more for his cocks.

"Mmmm, does master want to fuck his little vixen?"

"Heh, you really have changed. If I'd offered two days ago, you would have punched me."

"Only to get your dicks, master."

And she really believed that. The soft beep, beep in the back of her head told her that she was a slutty girl, someone that needed to be fucked in the 'nasty' hole, who needed to use her feet and her body for the pleasures of others at all times. Vivi ran her hands over her chest, feeling her swollen breasts leaking milk at a simple touch.

Even that seemed to turn Jak on more, and he chuckled as he looked down at her, slowly pulling her feet off of his cock. She whimpered, but only until he slipped between her legs, his cocks pressing against her asshole.

"You want them, slut?"

There was no question in her mind. The vixen wrapped her legs around the big lizard, and pulled him in close. Her toes dug into his ass cheeks, and she ground her soles against him. Every little rub kept her feet feeling good, and she could feel his lubricated cocks oozing against her twitching rim.

"I want it all, master."

"Good answer, slut."

He pushed in, and she arched her back as her ass was broken in. She remembered the dildo that she had complained about before, and giggled at the thought. It was so much smaller than him, and she couldn't believe that she'd actually thought it was big before. Now, it wouldn't be big enough...only master was big enough.

She laid there, her lactating breasts dripping over her face and chest as she was rocked back and forth on her bed, master's cocks splitting her ass wide open. Her toes curled and clenched against his ass, and Vivi moaned to the heavens as she was finally given what she needed.

He leaned over her, biting down on one of her nipples. She yelped, then moaned as he started sucking on it, pulling her milk out. She swore that he was getting harder, and that made her push her chest out for him more.

"Please, Master, suck as much as you want..."

And he did, sucking on her tits, squeezing them, licking them as he milked her for himself. Each thrust in her ass made her bounce, and her breasts jiggled in their new, larger size. He kept sucking, licking, enjoying himself for almost five minutes before pulling himself back, and she smiled at him as he smiled at her.

As Master Jak patted her head as he fucked her, she heard a strange click, as if his scales were bouncing off metal. But that was impossible...she was the same as she'd always been.

#

"The implants are synced with her mind and nano-bots?"

Ruster, raccoon doctor and inventor of the nanite converter (the technology that allowed the nanites to convert body matter into different shapes), nodded at the dragon to his side.

"Yes. After getting her sufficiently trained with the foot fetish hypnosis, it was a simple surgery to get the control implant locked into her head. She's currently in a sort of 'slut' mindset, but Mr. Jak will be given a remote to change it as he wants. The subject has four different settings, for now, but we could move it up to eight in the future."

"And there are no side effects? She won't start wasting away, like some of the earlier subjects?"

"Not at all. She'll be hungrier, perhaps, but that's all. The nano-bots go into a powered down state when they're not changing her. The hypnotic treatments have already made sure she obeys, and thinks she's a well-trained toy. All the implants do is make sure that the nano-bots don't take undirected action."

"Good...make sure that Jak's payment clears, and then send them on their way. And Ruster?"

"Yes, sir?"

The dragon watched the view for a moment, and chuckled.

"Set up a research project towards the foot fetish hypnosis. I want to get a different trigger than simple itch relief."

"Yes sir."

The raccoon watched the dragon walk off, and only when he had gone to his private elevator did he turn back to the show. He chuckled a bit, watching as the blue lizard emptied his balls in his new slut.

Trust Draconicon to want to research the foot fetish stuff more...

The End