{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d473901b-2129-4061-a3fd-55f73b8d12b0","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-02-27T20:41:53.696Z","title":"Pacifcation Center... Chap 2","slug":"pacifcation-center-chap-2","shortId":"0ebnFgjo","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"This was the wonderful idea of my dear friend TooManyJ's who has a great imagination, and a brilliant mind and I want to thank him very much for co-authoring this with me. In a Furry dystopian future, criminals are send to be mental corrected. But the pacification techs have a lot of leeway, and sexual desire being what they are...","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"cc180e95-eade-4c90-8589-8e9d5d8e4bd0","title":null,"summary":"Chap 2As the sounds of sex and\npleasure rose in the officer's waiting room, the Horse out front was\n","wordCount":8650,"readTime":43,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"Chap 2

As the sounds of sex and\npleasure rose in the officer's waiting room, the Horse out front was\ngetting impatient. The Bull was now over an hour late, which truly\nannoyed him to no end. He might have to stay late to finish the first\nday's worth of procedures, class-A changes always required\nconvalescence. The Bull would be staying here for quite a while...\nthe fact that it was so extensive meant that he'd end up getting\nquite the bonus at least.

When the bovine finally walked into\nthe building, the Horse felt a strange tug of recognition on seeing\nhim. It took him a few seconds, but he suddenly realized he was\nlooking at 'The Legendary Longhorn'. The big equine\nfrowned slightly, muttering 'Holy shit...' to himself\nunder his breath at the fact he'd be working on a celebrity. The Bull\nwas a real pro in the M.M.A scene, but his star had been descending\nin recent months. He'd lost a string of bouts to younger, stronger\nmales, and fans had been abandoning him. The Horse was boggling at\nthe situation, there was no way the Bull had actually sign up for all\nthis... Was there?

The huge Bull clopped up to the counter, a\nfew inches taller than the massive Horse even. \"Hey... my\npromoter sent me down here... he said I could get Aggression\nIncreasing therapy instead of reduction?\" The big bovine\nsnorted, up close Jarrod could see the old scar on his shiny blue\nhide.

The Horse looked at his computer screen again, nothing\non that list would make the Bull more aggressive... absolutely\nnothing. But he also knew, that a lot of males had their egos\nbattling their fantasies when it came to Pacification. And the email\norder, with its matching notification number, was all the legal\nprotection he needed. So the big Horse smiled as he turned back to\nthe Bull, this was going to bring in a lot of money.

\"Whatever\nyou signed up for... we'll do.\" He said, gesturing the Bull to\none of the rooms, the one with the in-room convalescence tank. The\nbig Bull opened the door walking to the room, and the Horse stepping\nin after him.

He asked the Bull to lie back on the table and\nrelax as best he could, smiling slightly. \"Just take off your\nclothing entirely, and we'll start with the first procedure.\" It\nwas a simply one Physical demasculinization. The removal of\nidentifying gender signs other than genitalia, those legendary long\nhorns... about to become much shorter.

The huge Bull stripped off\nhis clothing carelessly, exposing his bulging muscles covered in a\nshort blue fur. His body a mass of thick, powerful muscle, the Horse\nhad seen it on TV of course. But it was even more impressive in\nperson, and there was a masculine power that seemed to surround that\nbody. Like the musky male scent it gave off, Jarrod had seen any\nnumber of naked male furs in his time. From giant Bears to huge\nTigers, to Rhino's and Buffalo's he'd even treated a young Elephant\nonce. But none of them compared to the sculpted muscle on display\nnow, it was plain the Bull had spent years working to get this well\ndefined look. The Horse glanced down at those massive melons, which\ndangled below the bovine's heavy sheath. Obviously the big fellow\nhadn't needed to cheat, and use chemicals to get where he now was.\nThis was all grade A... one hundred percent all natural beef; the\nHorse looked at his list of procedures again shaking his head.

\"The\njewelry as well please.\" Jarrod requested the handsome blue Bull\nsnorted, and slowly took off the dozen or so gold chains around his\nneck. And then the rings from his thick fingers, piling them all up\nneatly on a counter not far away from his clothing. Reaching down the\nbig Bovine lifted up his heft balls, showing the big gold ring\npiercing the back of that sack just below his taint.

\"I'll\nneed help getting this one out.\" He grunted, making the Horse\nhold up his massive testicles... as he carefully worked the ring out\nof his flesh and lay it with the others. And then he climbed up onto\nthe table and lay down on his back, not saying a word as the Horse\nmoved around the table. Slowly affixing the restraints around the big\nbovines limbs, explaining as he did that they were as much for the\npatient's safety as his own. Once the massive athlete was locked down\nsecurely, Jarrod returned to the head of the table, taking out the\nlargest most powerful circular saw they had. Before leaning down to\nexamine those massive longhorns, this was a totally different\nprocedure than antler removal. These massive horns had a soft blood\nfilled inner core, which would need to be cauterized after\namputation. The big Horse took a marker out and drew a line around\nthose thick horns, about four inches from the Bulls big\nhead.

\"What... what are you doing?\" The Legendary\nLonghorn demanded as the Horse picked up that saw again, the Bulls\nbead little eye's flying open wide as he looked up at the saw.\n\"Wha... No you can't... I'm The Legendary Longhorn!\" The\nbig bovine was bucking and struggling against the restraints now, his\npowerful muscles bugling even more impressively. But even this\nmassive mountain of beef, couldn't break those strong belts and\nstraps. Although the table did creak and shudder almost alarmingly,\nas he cursed and fought to escape.

\"It's what you signed\nup for.\" Jarrod replied in a dead pan voice, as the saw screamed\nto life and he went to work removing those huge proud horns. The\nsymbol of a mature male Bull, the things most obviously marking him\nas male. The Horse cutting them off with a grim determination, as the\nbig Bull screamed threats at him loudly. The Horse had heard much\nworse from the criminals he'd processed over the years, he tossed\nfirst one and then the other into the waste bin. Next he picked up\nthe heated tool that was used to cauterize the tips, which would make\nsure those horns stopped growing. His nose wrinkling at the scent of\nburning bone and cooking flesh waffled up to his nose. Next came the\nend caps over those short stubs, sealing the quick center to keep out\ninfection.

\"What the hell?\" The big Bull demanded,\nwanting to know just what was going on... Jarrod held up his tablet\nletting his patient read everything he was signed up for. \"What...\nNo that's a mistake... I didn't sign up for this! For any of this Mr.\nVanon said I was just going to get Aggression Increasing\ntherapy.\"

\"Sorry but you saw the paper work.\"\nThe Bull continued to thrash, realizing in horror that he'd never\nhave horns again. Of course, that was wrong Jarrod just needed to let\nhim heal before he put the new, dainty caps on them. Those proud male\nappendages going from massive to minuscule, after all that was all\npart of the treatment.

When he had the caps and the sealant on\nthe Bulls horns, he moved back to the side, getting out a pair of\nheavy clippers. The next part was actually more mundane... the\nremoval of non-feminine hair. He started on the Bull's chest, where\nhe smoothed him down to a nice, even coat of fur while the big bovine\nswore bitterly at him. Once he was done, the Bull looked properly\nsleek, and after the treatments, it would always have this nice\nappearance. Doing it now though, reinforced what was happening\nmentally for the patient, this was about removing the Bull's outer\nmasculinity as thoroughly as possible. After his chest, he moved to\nhis neck, getting rid of that loose, shaggy fur and leaving a nice,\nclean appearance behind. After that, his pits, his legs... and\nfinally, he finished around the Bull's sheath and sac, thinning his\npubic fur to a nice, smooth state. When he was done, the Horse\nsmiled, and then got out the vacuum, working it over the Bull and\nremoving the loose fur, then sighing slightly.

\"Unfortunately,\nthe next step isn't one we can do quickly.\" Jarrod explained,\nmore to feel the power he had over this massive male, than to calm\nhim. \"The process you signed up for means that we can't use our\nregular, fast acting process due to the nature of things. So, you're\nkeeping your nuts...\" The Horse said, pausing to watch the look\nof relieve wash over the others muzzle before he continued.

The\nbig Bull sighed gustily in relief, grunting in his rough deep voice.\n\"Thank fucking god...\"

\"...However you're\nlosing most of your sac volume.\" The grinning Horse finished, a\nsudden rush of power flooding through him as the look on the others\nmuzzle fell.

The huge Bull looked up, and then redoubled his\nfight against the restraint straps holding him to the table.\nObviously, the mighty Bull couldn't realize that the pacifying method\nhe'd been signed up for would require such an extensive timeline. The\nHorse knew, quite obviously now, that the Bull hadn't known what was\ngoing on at all. But... a set of procedures like this would net the\nHorse quite a sum, and if he didn't do it, then there was a good\nchance it would be a different Center.

\"Of course, these\nare far too large for the process, so you're going to have to get a\nfew treatments. But, while I'm on that, you relax here...\" He\nsaid, pulling down the VR visor, having already booted up the correct\nprogram. It was a form of Aggression Therapy, that was used with this\nprocess to make a male more submissive. For the Bull, it was a series\nof 'defeat' scenarios, each pushed down into his\nsubconscious as they were ran. And of course, with each loss in the\nimaginary ring, there would be frustration... and arousal. Enjoying\nlosing was the first step for beating the Bull's mind into submission\nafter all, more real world training would come later.

Suddenly a pleasant rush of\nadrenaline raced though the big Bull, he wasn't in that horrible\nCenter anymore... relief rushing through him. He looked around\nfinding himself in familiar surroundings, not exactly like the chain\nlink cage he was use to. But it was an arena that felt very normal...\nalmost like he'd been here hundreds of times. As he looked around\nthings seemed to grow more and more known, making the big Bull feel\nmore comfortable. He had a long association with this place, a\nsuddenly wave of dizziness washed over him, but was quickly gone. He\nrolled his massive shoulders, hearing the crowds clamoring just\nbeyond the bright lights of the ring. That noise surged and suddenly\nhis opponent stepped into the ring, it was... that young Palomino\nstallion that was winning so much. 'What was he called?'\nThe name escaped his mind at that moment; The Legendary Longhorn\nfound himself admiring his big draft horse opponent.

The young Stallion like the\nBull was big, with well defined muscles and a ruggedly handsome\nmuzzle... that showed only minor scarring from his many fights. As\nhis eye's moved down that powerful body he was shocked to see that\nthe Horse was naked, his sheath already thick and those balls\nmassive. It was only then that the Bull realized that he too was\nunclothed; this was something different for him. Fighters were never\nallowed to fight naked on TV, oh that was it this wasn't televised.\nThis was like it use to be... an underground fight just for those\nfurs who knew where to go and who to talk to. The Bull had started\nout in this kind of thing, which must be why the place looked so very\nfamiliar to him. But just then the bell rang and the big Horse came\nat him, the Bulls charging to meet him head on. Instantly they were\nlocked into a powerful struggle, the two of them grappling for a long\nmoment. Before he managed to toss the big Horse back, it had taken\nall his strength to do it. This big boy was strong, the Bull felt a\nslowly growing respect for the Stallion, and he threw a crushing\npunch to the big equine jaw. Moving to instantly follow it up with an\nover hand left, knowing that no one could withstand his three punch\ncombination. He delivered a massive upper cut that sent the Horse\nreeling back, as the Bull grinned knowing it was all over.

\"That all you got wimp?\"\nThe big draft Horse sneered as he recovered; making the Bull stare in\nshock no one had ever been able to shrug that off. The big equine was\nback on top of him faster than he'd expected, grappling once again\nonly this time the Bull was feeling weaker. He wasn't able to throw\nthe Horse off like before, tired now he just didn't have the strength\nto do it. The two of them struggled until the big Horse managed to\nget him into a submission hold, putting enormous pressure on the\nBulls arm making him bellow in pain. \"Submit.\" The Stallion\ndemanded, but the big bovine shook his head in denial even as he\ntwisted and fought. \"Submit.\" The Horse shouted louder\ntwisting that arm up harder, racking the Bull's body with pain...

\"Noooo.\" The\nLegendary Longhorn bellowed right back, wiggling and twisting until\nhe had last managed to break free. He stumbled backwards across the\nring, the Stallion following him every step pounding and pummeling\nhim every staggering step backwards. The big blue Bull covering up\nand ducking away, moving around the ring as the crowd hissed at him\nfor avoiding the Horse. Soon he was ready to go on the attack again,\nswiftly blasting a kick to the equines gut and charging in to deliver\npunch after punch. The big Stallion took it all and never seemed to\nslow down... or get tired he just kept attacking over and over. Until\nhe again caught the exhausted Bull in a submission hold, forcing the\nBull to the ground twisting his arms up behind him.

\"Submit...\" The big\nstud repeated over and over again, as he inflicted greater pain on\nhim. The Bull resisting with all his might, as the crowd began to\nchant softly at first but growing louder. \"Submit\nSubmitSubmitSUBMIT!\" The Bull feeling weaker and his resolve all\nthat was keeping him in the fight slowly vanishing bit by bit. He\nfought on for a few moments longer, and as the crowd screamed for him\nto give up he moaned softly.

\"I... I submit.\"\nThe Legendary Longhorn moaned, suddenly realizing what it was he was\nfeeling between his naked rump cheeks. As the Horse released his arms\nthe big bovine glanced back, seeing that massive equine cock\nhot-dogged in his ass crack. The sneering Stallion gripped his tail,\npulling it to the side so that his soft hot anus was fully exposed.\nAnd then drew that mighty fuck stick back, letting his flare slide\ndown to that tight pucker. \"Wait wha...\" The big Bull\nstarted to ask, but as he watched in horror that smirking stud slowly\nshoved that big blunt tip into him. \"OOOOWWWW GODS.\" The\nBull screamed, even as the watching crowd began to cheer and clap in\ndelight. The chanting of 'Submit' going wild the\nclapping growing louder as the crowds called his name like they\nalways do... While behind him the big Horse was whispering lewdly\ninto his ear, telling him this was what they wanted... what he\nwanted. The Bull feeling even weaker and insanely confused by what\nwas going on, the big Horse using him hard... stunningly it had began\nfeeling good. Each thrust of that huge cock, met with loud wild\ncheers from the furs watching. He could hear words of adoration being\ncalled out, praise for him... he was a winner... he was taking cock.\nHis pleasure building as the crowds cheered him on... suddenly he\nfelt a rush looking down to see his own hard cock cumming. The\nwatching furs shouting their love for him, praising his\nsubmissiveness cheering his orgasm.

And then he was standing\nagain, a new opponent stepping into the ring a big Tiger. The Bull\ngrinning felines were easy, all you had to do was hurt them really\nbadly and they would stop fighting he knew. Only it didn't work out\nthat way the big cat managed to get him into a leg breaker, and he\nfound himself submitting to the predator. Again he was used by the\nother male, the crowds screaming and chanting his name until the\nTiger made him cum. A Rhino followed and then another Bull, over and\nover again The Legendary Longhorn was forcing into submitting, and in\nreturned was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm. Until he found\nhimself facing the Stallion again, there was no charging attack this\ntime. The big Horse just walked up to him and ordered him to submit,\ngently pushing the Bull to his knees. The lustfully grinning equine\nshoved that big cock into the Bulls mouth, the crowd chanting 'Suck\nSuck SUCK!' He did it reluctantly at first, but with the\nscreaming crowd urging him on the big Bull's mouth grew more and more\neager to please.

Opponent after opponent using\nhim, until the crowd started coming into the ring, smaller and\nsmaller furs from Lions to canines and on down. Each one ordering him\nto submit and he submitted to them one after another, letting them\nrut his mouth or anus until they shot they thick load into him.\nSomewhere along the line his own orgasms stopped, but that didn't\nmatter because it wasn't about cum. It was all about submission...\nabout power and who had it... the big Bull giving it up just like he\nwas giving up his body. That had bothered him in the beginning; he\nhad always been in control in his life. In control of himself, and of\nmany others... from his cow's to his opponents in the ring. But as he\ngave himself over fully to others, a kind of mindless joy began to\nfill him... the joy of submission. It was profoundly powerful he was\ndiscovering, not realizing that the powerful drugs coursing through\nhis system. And the artificially implanted thoughts and feelings,\nwere over writing his own normal strong will and dominant mindset.\nEven his natural male breeder sexuality getting erased, being\nrewritten into a drive to serve the sexual desires of other\nmales.

Slowly the scene shifted the males, using the Bull's\nmouth in a different manner than before. Now they stood over him\nordering him to open his mouth, as bright golden streams of sparkling\nurine splashed down over him. That hot golden liquid reeking in his\nnostrils, he'd once broken a males jaw for saying 'Piss on you'\nnow he just lay there. Excepting this demeaning treatment, submitting\nhimself to the will of those other males. As he was desecrated over\nand over, until his big body trembling in orgasm the pleasure\nreinforcing his joy in submitted to this violent disrespect of his\nperson.

Jarrod smiled to himself as he watching the program\nrunning to its end, the big Bull repeating softly to himself over and\nover again 'I submit... I submit'. The Horse had seen\nthis many times in the past, no matter how strong or proud they were\nthe system always wore them down... always won out in the end. The\nbig Equine had to admit if only to himself that he loved watching it\nhappen, not as much as he loved the money he made doing it naturally.\nHe had a nice little herd of mares thanks to this job, enjoyed a\nupper class life style all thanks to fools like this big Bull. The\ngovernment didn't pay that well for the criminals they processed, but\nguys like this and the Stag from earlier were putting his colts\nthrough college. Which was why he really didn't mind, all the over\ntime he was going to spend wreaking this mighty stud.

Guys\nlike Corey went in it for their own pleasure, even Lance did it for\nthe pure perverse satisfaction he got out of the act it's self. And\nwhile there were certain nasty little joys Jarrod got from time to\ntime, for him it was all about the cash. Hell he'd pacify his own\nbrother... as long as he was getting paid well to do it. So what if\nit ruined some rich, famous athletes life, changed him from a stud to\na dud... he smirked that was just an added bonus.

As the system started to\nround down, the Horse got up, moving between the Bull's legs and\nstanding over his nuts. He sighed slightly. They were far too large\nfor the biggest of the sac-sheathes that they had, so instead, he had\nto massage a thick, pasty white cream into them, slowly working it\ndown into the flesh of the Bull's sac, then patting them slightly as\nhe saw them drop entirely. He couldn't help but laugh to himself\nsoftly, it was the 'fight or flight' aspect of it that\npleased him so much, after all.

Once the Bull's sac as coated\nin reduction paste, he examined his sheath, nodding and taking it in\nhis big three fingered hand. After all, this was the Legendary\nLonghorn... he took out his phone, grinning as he snapped a few pics,\ngetting the bulk of the process. When all of this was done, he could\nsell the pictures to a tabloid for a small fortune. It wouldn't\nmatter if he lost his job over it with the money that they'd pay for\na story like this. Not that he thought that anyone at the Center\nwould care, as long as there was no law suit over it.

Once the\nprogram had run its course, he lifted the VR visor, smiling down at\nthe Bull. \"You give up?\" He asked, smirking ear to ear as\nthe dazing looking bovine glared up at him as he asked that.

The\nBull frowned, gritting his teeth and shaking his massive head angrily\nat the grinning Horse. \"N-no.\" He stammered weakly, his\nshaking voice only a shadow of its former proud dominant self. \"Gg-go\nfuck yourself.\"

The Horse laughed at this defiance, and\nthen moved between the Bull's legs. He put a little lube on his\ngloved finger, and then brutally stuffed it into the Bull's virgin\nass. As soon as it was in, he twitched it slightly rubbing over that\npleasure gland, and then smirkingly snorted. \"Submit.\"

The\nbig Bull's beady eyes bulged out of their sockets for a moment, and\nthen his mouth flew open wide. \"I-I submit, I SUBMIT!\" He\nstammered rapidly, his ass milking the Horse's finger eagerly as\nJarrod sneered down at him. The big Equine grinned, then slowly and\nhumiliatingly started to finger fuck the big stud. He pulled out his\nphone, recording it slowly as the Bull's ass trained by the machine's\nefforts slowly and greedily milked his finger.

Once the phone\nhit its maximum recording time, the Horse withdrew his finger,\ngrabbing a smooth, hollow plug and lubing it up as the Bull panted\nweakly. He couldn't find the strength to resist when the equine had\nfingered his ass, but now, he was feeling his fury rising again...\nonly for the plug to be rammed into his backside. He grunted, and\nthen flicked his ears as he fell back against the bed\nweakly.

\"Behave.\" The Horse ordered, laughing and\nundoing the straps on the big bovine's powerful body. He tugged him\nup, moving him over to the large, glass cylinder in the corner. The\nBull kept trying to fight, to get away, but the Horse just turned him\naround and pushed him toward the cylinder gently, and eventually, he\nstepped inside. Once he did, the Equine attached a respirator over\nhis muzzle, and then slid a tube into the plug in his backside,\ntwisting to lock it into place.

\"Heh. We call this the\nglass womb.\" Jarrod explained with a snicker, knewing that a few\ndays in it would erase all of the Bull's hard work muscle building.\n\"Ready to be reborn?\" The big Bull shook his head, his\nheavy nut sack tingling strangely. The Horse snickered, stepping back\nand pressing the button to seal the cylinder as it slowly filled with\nthe necessary chemicals for the genetic baths that would do the worst\nof the work...

He stood there in that big\nglass tank shivering, as streams of golden liquid poured in around\nhim. The sight filled him with a perverse pleasure, his mind drifting\nback to all those males urinating on him. And he felt his long\nslender bovine cock spill out of its sheath, as the liquid rose up to\nengulf it feeling warm and inviting on his naked flesh. Soon his\nmassive body began to float; it was a sensation that was new to the\nmighty Bull. Because of the dense muscle mass of his body, he had\nalways sunk like a stone in water. Now he was drifting in a sea of\nwarm piss, that mental image making his huge rut stick tense and\nflex.

Watching the blurred image of\nthe smirking Stallion stroll away, the light clicking off as he left\nthe room. The big Bull found himself floating in total darkness, with\nnothing to do but think. He mind going back to the new experiences\nhe'd had in the ring, dwelling on the feelings of pleasure and joy\nhe'd felt in submission. In truth he had never in his life known such\nhappiness, all his life had been about pain. Using his own pain,\nanger, dissatisfaction, and depression to inflicting the pain on\nothers... now it was obvious what he'd needed all along. He'd needed\nto place his life in someone else's hands, submit to their will and\ntheir wants forgetting all about his own.

Slowly... insidiously the\nreprogramming taking, rooting it's self deeper into his mind; using\nthe Bull's own subconscious to firmly plant it's self growing like a\nweed to take over. Self reflection... and deep thinking in general\nwere not the Bull's forte, in fact it was something he tried to avoid\nnormally. But left alone floating in the dark with only the tingling\nand trembling in his body, unable to drift off into sleep his mind\nhovered in the twilight between sleep and alertness. He was only\ndimly aware that his body was feeling oddly different, something was\nhappening to him outside his head. But what it was he couldn't\ntell... the tingling within his scrotum had slowly turned into a dull\nthrobbing ache. The trembles in his body slowly growing more and more\nintense, his heart laboring from all the sexual releases he was\nfeeling. The big Bull was use to cumming a lot; he had a herd of\nfemales that he had to service one after the other every time they\ncame into season. Yet now his balls were aching as they struggled to\nrelease, how could they be so empty. He had never run dry when\nservicing his herd, he'd heard about other males having to wait a few\nhours to regain their potency. But it was never something he'd had to\nworry about, just the opposite in fact... when his girls weren't in\nseason he'd been forced to use to strength to get what he wanted\nsometimes.

Slowly he began to unravel\nthings... Mr. Vanon had signed him up for this he realized. The sly\nlittle Fox was having this done to him... but why just because he\nwasn't making him as much money as he use to... No it went farther\nthan that... a part of him knew the Fox wanted what belonged to him.\nHad subconsciously noticed the greedy, lecherous look in the smaller\nmale's eyes when the Fox had been in his house.

The contract he'd signed to\nfight for the promoter had stated plainly in the event of his death\nin the ring the Fox would get eighty percent of his assets. But...\nbut this wasn't a death in the ring... why would the sneaky vulpine\nwant to do this to him. Suddenly vague half forgotten memories began\nto bubble up within his mind, coming home very intoxicated from a\nlate night drinking binge with his boys. Finding the Fox in his\npalatial estate there to talk business, or so the drunken Bull had\nthought at the time. Now the memory pointed to a very different\nconclusion, he'd been too drunk to realize it at the time. The air\nhad been heavy with the scents of his herd of wives, sexual musk's...\nscents of breeding. The Fox had been breeding his herd... anger\ninstantly flooded into his mind as he understood. He'd been cuckolded\nby his own fight promoter... a little male less than half his size\nwas fucking his wives. \n

Big fists beat against the\ninside of that glass for a moment, until his fury slowly ebbed away\nfloating off into that liquid. As inside his mind the programming\npointed out that it really didn't matter, he would never breed them\nagain anyway. Why would he want to put his dick inside of a female, a\nshudder of sickened disgust ran down his spine at the very thought of\nit. His mind filled with desire to submit to all those cock, images\nof the big young Horse riding him filling his head. And after a\ntime... it was impossible to say how long floating in that inky\nblackness his thick cock tensed and released in orgasm. However it\nwasn't just the pleasure of orgasm, it was also the joy of\nacceptance... the delight of surrender and submission. There in the\nsensory void his mind replayed those images, finding that he could\nwatch himself giving pleasure to all those males from any angles now.\nUnlike before where he was viewing it only from his own body, within\nthe tank he could watch it like porn. Looking down over the\nstallion's shoulder, seeing the look on his own muzzle as he sucked\nhis first cock. Or took a hard ass rutting from a tiny Fox... Fox...\nFox something about that bothered him but he couldn't understand what\nit was. Fucked by a Fox... being screwed by a Fox... being screwed\nover by a Fox... Mr. Vanon had screwed him.

Jarrod was in bright and\nearly the next morning, after working four hours of overtime the day\nbefore with the big Bull. The Horse had a well satisfied spring in\nhis step, after his time with the big cage fighter the day before.\nJarrod had gone home and nailed his lead mare lustfully, telling her\nall about the celebrity client he was working on. She had found it\nalmost as exciting as himself, growing all damp as he had showed her\nthe pictures and video he'd taken. She had gushed about her big sexy\nhusband, being the one who was taking down the Legendary\nLonghorn.

Jarrod looked over his schedule for the upcoming\nday, glad to see they only had two state prisoners to do. Lance still\nhad his Lion from yesterday to finish off over the next few days, but\nhe could spare the time to take care of the canine low level\noffender. The second client was a nasty repeat offender, who would\nneed at least one Class-A Modification and while it wasn't his\nspecialty Corey could handle it just fine. Things would work out just\nlike normal; the big Horse was thinking when a client walked in off\nthe street.

This happened on occasions and when it did it\nalways seemed to happen in clumps of twos and threes. Today it was a\nparticularly sleek, young, creamy white stallion, who was very well\ndressed. Jarrod took the young Horse into his office, where the young\nstud introduced himself as Cameron O'War. It took the older Stallion\na long moment to make the connection; this was one of the son's of a\nfamous race horse. \"So what is it you're interested in?\"

\"I\nwant to be gelded.\" The young stallion said flatly, making the\nother stallion look at him in mild surprise. This wasn't that usual a\nrequest, any number of males had come in wanting to be neutered. Most\nwere not this blunt about it; Jarrod took out the literature\nexplaining about the procedures they had to offer. The young Stallion\ndidn't even bother looking through them, but simply stated he wanted\nthem cut off.

\"Well we can do that certainly... I take it\nyou do not want to preserve any sperm... for siring offspring at\nall?\" The older Horse had realized where this was going, and why\nit was going there pretty quickly.

\"Not at all...\"\nCameron agreed, going on to detail that he also wanted his creamy\nwhite fur changed to a bubble gum shade of pink. And his mane and\ntail colored a bright red, as a nice contrast. He also requested a\npenile reduction, and compliance training to make him more mareish.\nJarrod noted all of this down on his paper work; it seemed the young\nmale was going for the full flamer effect. The older stallion quickly\nrealizing this was a rebellion against the young stud's father, who\nhad bred a racing dynasty after retiring to stud. \"I suppose you\nfind this all shocking?\" The young Stallion snorted, sounding\nlike he was hoping it to have that effect.

\"No... not\nreally.\" Jarrod assured the young Stallion with a big friendly\nsmile, explaining to him that he had gotten similar requests in the\npast. And in fact had done much more extreme changes, this boy could\nafford what he wanted the older Horse knew. And Jarrod wasn't about\nto deny nor discourage him in anyway, this would make another great\ntabloid story 'Son of famous Man' O'War goes pretty pony!'.\nIt would fill his bank account, almost as much as the modifications\nbeing done to the big Bull. He made plans to fully document it,\ntaking before and after pictures and videos. \"We have a\ntechnician who specializes in just this type of thing. I'll make you\nan appointment for Friday; we'll keep you over the weekend for your\nmental conditioning program.\" He dug out all the mental\nconditioning literature, unsurprised when the young Stallion picked\nout a few more procurers. Apparently he was going for the most\nsissified fag he could possibly be, Jarrod just smirked and added\nthem to the list. He sent the younger equine off with a polite smile,\nand then laughed at him behind his back. The young rich Stallion\nwanted to fuck himself up totally, just to spite his father... well\nas long as the money kept coming the boy was more than welcomed to do\nas he liked.

With that done, he strolled down to look in on\nhis star patient, finding the Bull floating peacefully in his tank.\nThe golden liquid now had a lot of slimy semen floating in it,\nshowing that the mental programming had been at work over night. It\nwould be firmly set in by now the big Horse knew; sensory deprivation\nwas used in these cases just for that effect. The night nurses had\nkept a close eye on the Bull through electronic monitoring, today\nJarrod would see about finishing the bovines demasculinity treatment.\nThat enormously long cock would be shortened to only hang out of his\nsheath a few inches, just enough so he could urinate with it without\nmaking a mess.

The big Bull looked...\nsmaller, certainly. His musculature having been softened a good\namount by the baths, no longer looking huge on his body, and between\nhis legs, his big, fat sac--which had been stretched tightly around\nhis massive nuts--was loose and fleshy. The Stallion nodded, pressing\nthe button to cycle the liquid out. It wouldn't be disposed of, of\ncourse. The same bath would be used for the Bull again and again,\neven as his cum, piss, or tears started to taint the liquid.

The\nHorse pressed another button while he waited, grinning wickedly as he\nhad the Bull's backside thoroughly cleaned by the system. The bovine\nwas squirming and struggling as it happened, but after a few moments,\nhe started to roll his hips backward against it. The equine grinned\nand laughed, smiling and pressing the button to wash the big male\noff, then opened the tube to remove the cleaning device, breather,\nand plug.

\"There we go.\" He said, smiling and\nhelping the gentled Bull over to the table, laying him down on it. \"I\nknow you must feel exhausted.\" He said, reaching down and\nfeeling the Bull's sac, nodding slightly at the size reduction. Loose\naround those nuts, which were barely half the size they were before.\nIt would make it that much easier to complete the process of\npacifying him, now.

Grinning broadly Jarrod, then stepped\nback, turning and rooting around in one of the drawers before coming\nback to the table with a long, plastic sheath. He stuffed a finger\ninto the Bull's ass, getting a long, semi-satisfied moo when he did,\nand laughed as he started to work the other's prostate slowly. \"There\nwe go... C'mon... C'mon get nice and hard for me now...\"

The\npassive Bull shook his head for a moment, but after a few seconds\nlonger, his dick started to slide from his sheath. He knew that he\nwas going to be losing the bulk of his bullhood today, and he tried\nto keep it from happening, but... it seemed like there was no way to\nkeep himself from thickening all the way out to his full, impressive\nlength.

The Horse whistled as he saw it, laughing softly\nknowing the Bull was trying to keep from get hard. \"Such a big\ndick.\" Jarrod breathed in delight, using his camera phone to get\na few pic's of that huge fucker. \"Ashame.\" He added,\nlaughing softly and working to slip the plastic sheath over the\nother's erect cock. \"You know that this is the size...\" The\nHorse grunted, struggling harder to forcing it down over that mighty\nerection. \"...that we use on Clydesdales?\" He finished as\nthe sheath slowly slid farther down on that thick fucker, laughing\nsoftly as he thought about it. \"Think about that. You're as hung\nas a giant fucking Horse, and now, it's all going to be taken\naway...\" He said, grinning from ear to ear, thinking about what\nhe'd spend his bonus on. Maybe a new car... or maybe a nice set of\nbigger teats for one of his mares.

\"Noo... No Please not my\ncock.\" The big Bovine pleaded, looking up at the big Horse who\nwas smiling so widely it made him look slightly deranged. Even as he\ntugged and twisted that long, plastic sheath into place.

He\nfinally wrenched it into place, and a few moments later, the Bull\nfelt a heat working around the base of his dick, followed by a slow\ntrickling sensation running up it as some liquid started to cycle\nover his length, sucked out by the tube. Almost immediately, his\nmighty organ began to feel numb within the plastic sheathing.

\"Owww fucking hell.\"\nHe cursed, as the Horse slowly slid a long metal tube into his piss\nslit and all the way into his bladder. He wanted to look away,\nknowing what was going to happen to his massive fucker. The Stallion\nnodded, and leaving the Bull just laying there to watch his cock die,\nstepped out of the room.

The prisoner delivery would be\nhappening soon, and he needed to make sure Corey knew what was\ncoming. And then tell Lance, he needed to make a little time that\nafternoon for a quick Hormone reduction and Aggression therapy... but\nhe was already having a perfect day.

\"Noo please gods nooo.\"\nThe Bull whimpered to the empty room in growing horror, it was as if\nhe could feel every weakening pulse within this dying fucker. The\nsensation within that big organ had been fading, even as the Horse\ntrotted out of the room, leaving him there alone once more. His\nmind flashing back to the pleasure of using that mighty tool,\nthrusting it deep into... into... his mind couldn't think of what. He\nremembered the pleasure of orgasm... remember feeling his big cock\nflexing and shooting. Yet somehow he couldn't figure out what he'd\nbeen rutting, wait... he was mated... he had Cows... 'Right...'\nand yet as he thought about fucking Cows a wave of disgust rose up\nwithin him. 'Why was he mated to a bunch of COWS?' This\nwas all very confusing... something wasn't right here, and still he\ncouldn't figure it out.

That thick bovine neck\nquivering as he held his head up, starring at his huge organ as the\ncolor drained out of it. That huge red fucker twitching and flexing\nas if fighting to remain alive, but it was a hopeless battle The\nLegendary Longhorn knew. And still he couldn't stop watching it,\ncouldn't help wanting his massive fucker to somehow win out. But in\nthe end it was another lose for the big Bull, his organ was pale and\nbloodless when the smiling Horse came back. \"Time to take off\nthe trash.\" Jarrod snickered, as he took a fresh scalpel out of\nits package holding it up for the Bull to see before he began\ncutting. That thick organ was tough and it took him a long while to\ncut all the way through it, finally he finished and slid it off the\ncatheter rod. Holding it up to take a few pictures of it, before\ntaking some shots of the tiny stub that was left sticking up out of\nthe Bulls sheath. \"That's a lot of meat... it will make some\npred a good meal.\" The big Horse laughed as the Bull's head\ndropped back to the table, there was a sudden flash of movement from\nhis side as he dropped it into the waste bin.

Jarrod cursed softly under\nhis breath, holding the ice pack over his eye as it throbbed. His\nperfect day much less so with his cheek and eye throbbing, the big\nBull was proving to be more resistant to the mental reprogramming\nthan the Horse had expected. Most males were completely passive by\nthis point, but every-time Jarrod had thought he'd broken the Bull\ntotally. He would do something rebellious, this time it had been a\nbig cloven hoof in the muzzle. At that moment he was strapped down to\nthe table, undergoing intense Submission treatments again. Jarrod had\ndecided to put hobbles and other restraints on him, whenever he\nwasn't strapped down to the table. Well not many guys could say they\ngot a black eye from The Legendary Longhorn himself, and it would no\ndoubt impress and garner sympathy from the Horse's mares.

Jarrod took out the longest\nthickest needles they had, and slowly inserted them deep into the\nBull's heavy testicles. Watching as that big body reacted to the\npain, even while the Bull's mind was under VR control. With the still\nenormous size of those balls, Jarrod had to use twice the number of\nneedles. And he had to admit he did get a certain pleasure from\njabbing them roughly into the big Bull's nuts. \"That's right I\nhurt your fat balls... and I'm going to hurt them a lot more.\"\nThe big Horse grunted as he clamping on the electrodes, setting the\noscillating timer to double its normal length. And began the\ntreatment, the air crackling as the electricity began burning up the\nBull's mighty nuts from the inside.

Returning to his office, the\nHorse checked on the progress Corey and Lance were having with their\nlatest assignments. The Tiger had finished up with his prisoners base\ntreatments, but was now doing some things the canine had volunteered\nfor. The big Horse shook his head wily and then winced as his bruised\ncheek throbbed. Lances patients always seemed to get a bit more than\nthey came in for, not that the Horse was complaining it was more\nmoney from the state. Corey's prisoner on the other hand was going\nlike clockwork; the big Boar would have him fully treated by the end\nof the day. Once he'd spent a night in the tank, they could release\nhim sometime the next day if he showed no signs of treatment\nresistance. Which so far everything seemed to be taking very well, it\nwas strange how most patients could be so pliant and others could be\nsuch a pain in the ass. The big Horse knew that he had at least\nanother four hours of overtime that night; well it's the challenges\nthat make life worth living.

Jarrod checked his email,\nhappy to see that tomorrow looked like an open day, but doubted it\nwould stay that way. Standing up he stretched his long equine legs,\nit was time he go back to work. He wanted to run the Subservience\ntraining on his patient again, and knew that by this time the\noscillating timer would have shut off. When he finished with this\nbastard... the Bull would never lift a finger to harm anyone ever\nagain. Even if some predator was eating him alive, the Bull would\njust ask if he wanted salt or pepper.

Wednesday.

Jarrod had spent an exciting\nnight with his other two mares, just as he'd figured the girls had\nbeen very impressed with his injury. And his first mare had\ngrudgingly agreed that the other two deserved to have time with their\nbig stud husband. So he'd spent most of the night making his mare's\nsqueal, while replaying cutting off the big Bull cage fighter's huge\ncock. His girls had of course wanted to hear all about it, and see\nthe pictures on his phone. All in all... this patient was turning out\nto be an enormous boost for the Horses sex life... even though it\nmeant the end of the Bull's... at least with females. \"Hehehe...\"\nHe couldn't help chuckling, wondering if there was any new patients\nlooking to book procedures, he'd have to check his email.

Sure enough, Jarrod found a\nWolverine waiting on him as he checked in at the front desk. Another\nwalk in... this fella was worried about his hair temper, and wanted\nto get his aggressiveness lowered before he got into trouble. The big\nHorse assuring him this was a wise decision, they talked a bit and\ndecided on tooth blunting, claw removal, and 'mild' the\npatients word... Aggression Therapy. The big Horse didn't bother\ntrying to explaining that there were only standard and drastic\nlevels. \"Alright so that's Aggression Therapy, Disarmament and I\nreally would suggest considering Submission Therapy as well.\"\nThe Wolverine thought about for a moment and then shrugged... telling\nthe Horse to include that as well. Jarrod smiled and nodded knowing\nthat those three treatments together, always brought a premium\nincrease in price. He send the Wolverine into room two to await\nLance, the Tiger would already be in working on his Lion a bit more.

Corey would of course be\nfinishing up his prisoner from the day before; Jarrod reviewed the\nBoars reports happy to see the patient had responded so well. He was\njust walking out of his office, when he saw Lance come prancing out\nof a treatment room. \"I've got a walk in for you in room two.\"\nHe handed the paper work to the smiling Tiger, noting the not so\nfaint scent of lube on him as he did. \"I take it your Lion boy\nis responding well...\"

\"Wow that isss sssome\nssshinier.\" The Tiger exclaimed, looking Jarrod's muzzle over\nfirst this way and then that. The feline wouldn't ask Jarrod knew,\nbut would wait until the Stallion told him... or he heard about it\nfrom someone else. \"Wha... Oh yesss he'll be a nice submisssive\nlittle deer by Friday.\" Lance lisped, as he thumbed through the\nfile Jarrod had just handed him, his striped muzzle splitting into a\nblunt toothed smile. \"Talked thisss guy into the full boat...\nhuh. Very nice... oh look hisss HMO will be paying for it all.\"\nTiger noted happily, he believed that every predator should have at\nleast one run of those three treatments. And now that most health\nplans cover it, he was hoping more of them would be coming in. Waving\nto the Horse cheerfully, the sleek Tiger opened the door to room\nnumber two and strolled inside.

Jarrod saw Corey a little\nfarther up the hall, and so hurried up to the big Boar noticing the\nlook on his muzzle. \"Yes this is a hell of a shinier... I didn't\nhave my patient strapped down all the way, and he proved somewhat\nresistant to reprogramming.\" The big Horse snorted, heading off\nthe question he knew Corey was about to ask. \"How are things\nlooking with your...?\" The big Horse inquired unable to remember\nwhat kind of fur the prisoner was, the heavy Hog flashed him a wide\nsatisfied grin.

\"Perfect chief... he's\nresponded very well. The arresting officers will be by in an hour or\nso to sign off on it. And then he'll be back out on the street, a\nsweet cuddly Panda.\" Corey snickered lewdly, knowing it was the\nturn over that matter to the Horse. \"We got anything else to\ndo?\"

\"Not at this time. Why\ndon't you review the paper work on your Friday appointment until the\npolice arrive. I'll call you if we get another walk in.\"

\"Sounds like a plan.\"\nThe hefty Boar snorted, already very excited about the sexy young\nHorse he was scheduled to geld and feminize at the end of the week.\n'Only one more day to go after today...' The big Boar\nthought eagerly, already getting an erection as he looked over the\nsexy young equines list of modifications. \"Maybe this is the\none.\" Corey muttered under his breath, thinking about how eager\nand sweet the young Horse would be when he finished with him.

Jarrod turned on the lights\nand looked in on his big Bull; The Legendary Longhorn was looking\ndecidedly less legendary. That massive body smaller certainly, gone\nwas much of his former muscle mass... he was looking softer and\nrounder. If viewed from behind one would almost certainly think Cow,\nexcept for the big deflated bag of his scrotum. They would be\naddressing that today; making the bag fit those shrunken testicles.\nThe Stallion nodded to himself, pressing the button to cycle the\nliquid out of the tank. The Bull's furry skin looking loose on his\nsoft rotund frame, the white nylon restraints would need tightening\nthe Horse thought. As the big bovine waddled out of the tank and over\nto the table as the Horse directed. Jarrod tightened the straps first\nand then ordered his patient to lie back on the table. The Bull\noffered up no resistance, as Jarrod loaded up a couple of syringes.\nInjecting the drugs into the bovine, before sliding the VR head set\non him.

Once his patient was under,\nand moaning softly in utter acquiescence... The big Horse went to\nwork removing all that excess skin, tightening that ball bag back up\nto display the Bull's now much smaller orbs. They would look\nlaughable on that big soft body, along with that bobbed cock that was\nonly a few inches long. \n

Within the system, the Bull\nwas staggering through the locker room, his face red with humiliation\nas he saw all the big, powerful males turning, looking at him, and\nstroking their cocks and their massive sacs. He felt so small, and as\nhis paw reached down to explore himself, he realized just how tiny he\nwas. He grunted, furious... he use to be so fucking hung, and then,\nthat god damned Horse.

He punched a locker, but as he did, the\npain radiated up his arm, making him grunt weakly as he staggered\nslightly. A couple of the males there caught him, slowly laying him\nback on the bench. One of them laid his nuts on the Bull's muzzle,\nchuckling slightly as the Bull couldn't help but lick them. His\ntongue snaked out need fully. between his legs, someone was stroking\nhis cock-nub slowly, squeezing it and feeling how small it\nwas--commenting on it, as well. As he continued to squeeze and work\nthat nub, the big Bull felt someone sliding their cock between his\ncheeks, and he found himself reaching down and tugging his ass-cheeks\napart. The huge cock slid in, and he moaned loudly into those big fat\nnuts his mouth was lapping at.

Slowly, he felt more and more\nworshipful of sacs, even as the sacs kept getting smaller and\nsmaller. His own was so pathetic, he remembered... he was pathetic...\na pathetic bitch. His head swam, and he grunted lightly as he weakly\nstarted to thrust his nub into whatever paw was currently teasing it.\nHe might have cum, but he couldn't be sure. His cock didn't work and\nflex like it used to, it just weakly oozed out his loads.

Outside\nthe system, Jarrod watched the Once-Legendary Longhorn's nub thicken\nand ooze out pre-cum heavily, and he nodded. Hopefully, the\nprogramming would work a little better this time, no one could resist\nit forever the Stallion knew. He shook his head, and then washed his\nhands, stepping out of the room and walking back to the front desk\nwhere he sat down, filling out the paperwork on things. As he did,\nthe Wolverine walked out from the back, his muzzle crimson and his\ndemeanor quite different than it had been before. Lance walked out\nwith him, rubbing his shoulders and whispering soft little\nencouragements, all of which made the once-powerful predator give a\nlittle, blunted grin.

He filled out the last of his paperwork,\nthanking the Horse, then heading out of the building. Lance grinned\nat Jarrod, and then came around the counter, sitting down next to\nhim, purring softly at him. \"Anyone elssse for me today?\"\nThe Tiger asked, he was giving the Horse the big, soft eyes... which\nmeant...

\"You're wanting to give your kitty some extended\nplaytime today, huh?\" Jarrod asked, scribbling a few more things\ndown as the Tiger cleared his throat.

\"Mhmmmmm.\"\nLance purred loudly, grinning as he thought about the young Lion. \"He\nkeepsss volunteering for more thingsss. I just love it...\" Lance\nadmitted, laughing softly as he looked over at his boss. \"Today,\nwe got hisss cock ssso perfectly sssmooth... He feelsss wonderful,\nbut he can't get it up unlesss I tease him juussttt right. And I\nwanna make him much more eager than that.\" The slender Tiger\nadded, smacking his lip's as if the idea was a sweet treat he wanted\nto devour.

Jarrod laughed softly, knowing that Lance was a\nperfectionist, at least when it came to working on violent offenders.\n\"Fine, fine... but you're doing it off the clock, just lock up\nwhen you're finished.\"

Lance gave a little delighted\nmewl, that the big Horse always found slightly disturbing. \"Thanks,\nJerrod.\" The tall feline called, bouncing out of his chair and\nthen rushing down the hall.

Corey was walking out of the back,\ncarrying a few files with him. \"Gonna call it early, Jer.\"\nHe explained, not that there was much of the day left of course, the\nbig Horse nodded. \"I'll be in early tomorrow... appointment is\nscheduled for 6:00 AM, since it's an all day.\" The hefty Hog\nmentioned, Jarrod didn't stop him, just waved as he left, then\nchecked his readouts.

He stood up slowly, stretching and\nheading back to the Bull's room. The system had run itself through\nthe iteration three times, and each time, it had gotten more and more\ningrained. The Horse removed the visor, and then tugged the Bull up,\nmoving him back to the chamber and putting him in. But this time,\nbefore he sealed it, he sneered at the Bull. His black eye was still\nthere, and he didn't think his revenge had been sufficient... not\nyet.

He tugged his scrubs down, and then let his cock drop out\nof its sheath. He took it, aiming at the restrained Bull, and then\nstarted to piss on him. He aimed for his nub and 'sac',\nsmirking as the Bull writhed, the piss burning the stitches where\nhe'd removed the extra skin, and he finished by simply pissing in the\nbottom of the tube. Then, without draining it, he closed the door,\nstarting the cycle as the cum and piss stained fluid that had been\neating the Bull's masculinity up like it was nothing started to\nrefill the system. The Bull glared at him furiously through the\nglass, and the Horse smirked back at him, as if daring him to do\nanything... and after a few seconds, the Bull looked away. \n

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